#oh my god i'm freaking buzzing

[taamlok]

pre-release i tossed around the idea of taash and muireann having a baby and now i know i'm definitely doing that. taash would be such a loving and supportive parent i want to see it

also like, getting a qunari donor so that the kid is like both of them, thus repeating the theme of existing between worlds that is so integral to taash and muireann's relationship. but this time taash will get to give the support they never got from shathann and break that generational curse. their kid will be so loved aaaaa

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Beauty is Pain

|| Regina George x female reader

|| Warnings: gossip talk, hookup mention, Regina's got an attitude, light swearing, y/n use

|| Sumary: Regina's high heels have been hurting her all day. Reader notices and offers that they switch shoes.

Requests open!

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Regina would never admit it out loud, but she was exhausted. Walking around school all day in heels was never easy. Sometimes she might sneak a break in the bathroom and take them off for a few minutes. But she hasn't had the chance to do that yet. Well, beauty is pain. Isn't that what they say?

At the sound of last period bell, Regina headed for the cafeteria. Her and the rest of the plastics (including you) had planned on skipping and going shopping. Karen, Gretchen and Y/N were already seated at their usual table. Talking about any and all things gossip related as they waited for Regina.

"Oh my God! Did you hear that a jock hooked up with an art freak?" Gretchen asks, grinning as she talks about the latest gossip.

"Ew, seriously?" Regina makes her presence known as she joins them at the table, taking a seat next to Y/N who smiles and gives the blonde's cheek a kiss.

"Yes! Oh my God! It's been like all over snapchat private stories." Gretchen nods, taking out her phone to show Regina the stories," seriously not fetch."

"Gretchen! Stop trying to make fetch happen." Regina rolled her eyes, Y/N would raise an eyebrow at the blonde. Noticing how she seemed to be in a mood. Not wanting to ask out right with the girls there, she takes out her phone to text Regina.

Y/N: 'Are you okay?'

Regina glanced down at her phone in her hands when she felt it buzz. Looking back at Y/N who was watching her with a concerned gaze. The blonde scoffed and texted back.

Regina: 'Fine. Obviously 🙄 shut up'

Y/N read the text and sighed. She knew Regina well enough to know she wasn't actually fine and that her attitude was the result of something. She just didn't know what; Regina's attitude was not going to scare her away from finding out.

After chatting a little more, the girls all got up and started heading towards the front doors of the school to go shopping. That's when Y/N noticed Regina was walking slightly different. Almost like she had a slight limp? Everything fell into place and made sense.

Without warning, Y/N grabbed Regina by her arm and pulled her off to the side as Gretchen and Karen went to Regina's jeep. Too busy chatting with each other to notice Y/N and Regina stopped following.

"The hell are you doing?" Regina snapped, looking at her with a look mixed with frustration and confusion.

"Switch shoes." Y/N replied, in a tone that wasn't quite asking or demanding. It was somewhere between the two.

"Excuse me? No, I'm not wearing your sneakers." Regina folded her arms as she stared down Y/N. Y/N, however, wasn't intimidated. Something Regina found awfully annoying." Plus, you can't even fucking walk in heels. You'll just embarrass both of us."

"I wasn't asking, Gina." Y/N replied, standing her ground on this. She wasn't going to let the blonde torture herself just to make a fashion statement.

Regina was taken aback. She wasn't used to being talked back to. Who in their right mind would dare talk back to Regina George? Clearly, Y/N would. Whether it was stupid or brave, Regina didn't know. Part of her couldn't help but feel impressed by her girlfriend's stubbornness with this. Usually she would argue with her, but the blonde wasn't in the mood. So (very reluctantly) she agreed. Not without groaning and rolling her eyes first, though. Obviously.

Regina reached down, one hand on Y/N's shoulder as she took off her heels. Y/N smirked, feeling pretty proud of herself for getting Regina to agree. She places her heels in Y/N's hands.

"Thank you." Y/N takes off her own shoes and hands them to Regina, the two then put on the shoes. Y/N struggling more than Regina as she nearly falls over once both feet were on the ground. Instinctively, Regina caught her before she could and scoffs. Though she makes no effort to let go of her. Even going out of her way to link their arms together so she could support her girlfriend. Y/N raises an eyebrow at Regina when she does this.

"Don't even. I'm just making sure you don't embarrass us both." Regina mutters, glaring at Y/N. Though her tone didn't come out as harsh as she wanted it to. She wasn't exactly truthful in her statement. She refuses to admit the real reason, but Y/N can tell.

With Regina's help, the two get to the jeep where Karen and Gretchen are waiting for them.

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feedback and requests are welcomed :)

[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[scribblesofagoonerr]

baking in the williamson household | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

small blurb that just had to be written based on this ask

baking is something that buddy and monkey love to do together and of course it's choatic as you can imagine it to be with these pair involved

"what in the... why is there so much flour everywhere?"

"we're baking cookies, mummy!"

"surprise!"

"oh yeah... well, consider me definitely surprised!"

"we're gonna put a bunch of chocolate chips in them!"

"yeah, chocolate!"

"not too much, alright?"

"damn, buzz kill."

it doesn't happen often but when it does the two of them have so much fun and the kitchen turns into a complete mess... and leah ends up freaking out about the mess of course.

"my kitchen looks like a complete mess, oh my god!"

"relax, we're having fun, malfoy!"

"why... why did i agree to this? monkey that's too much!"

"it is?"

"yes,"

"oh, well... let's just see how they turn out then,"

"did you even think to measure it?"

"uh, yeah, course i did..."

"oh my god, i'm about to have a nervous breakdown!"

buddy is mostly more excited to eat the cookies rather than bake them but any time spent with her favourite person is good enough for her, and of course she adores the chocolate chips.

"we eat the cookies yet?"

"not yet silly, we need to put them in the oven for them to cook first!"

"you forgot the chocolate chips!"

"oh shoot, i did! you wanna pour them in for me-- whoa, okay, that's a lot,"

"chocolate!"

"yeah... lots of chocolate indeed... whoops. okay, let's just keep this a secret between us?"

"you got it, dude!"

"exactly, mummy doesn't need to know about this,"

"i don't need to know what?"

"nuffin' i have no idea what you're on about-- oh! we need to put the cookies in the oven now!"

needless to say that buddy and monkey need to both be supervised while baking cookies so leah's kitchen isn't completely wrecked in the long run, but they sure have a lot of fun making them!

[amirasainz]

Could you do an Amira and lance or Pierre story where they take us on vacation and no one knows where we went till we post something and all of them start freaking out and calling Amira

Guess who's back? My request are OPEN. Enjoy reading.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Hiding the princess

"Ohhh, Pierre. It's so beautiful here. Gracias, mi cielo" Amira said to him. While Amira was admiring the breath-taking view from their balcony suite, Pierre was busy starring at his girl. She looked like a goddess, with her hair blowing in the wind and the lights reflecting in her eyes.

He went up behind her, hugging her tightly against his body. He hooked his chin over her shoulder, kissing her temple lovingly. "Only the best for you, ma belle." His whisper made her shiver, making her search more for his body heat.

Their romantic moment got interrupted by one of their phones buzzing. "Don't worry. I got it." he told her before she could move a finger. After kissing her cheek once more, he went inside their suite, finding Amiras phone lighting up from another message. On a closer look, Pierre could see that Carlos had been messaging Amira frantically.

To be honest, Pierre didn't leave Amira any time to inform anyone about their "spontaneous" travel. The past few weeks, the drivers and WAGS had been hogging Amira, leaving them without any time for themselves. So Pierre decided to take her away to Dubai, making her pack her luggage 2 hours before their private flight.

During their whole flight, Pierre was busy feeding Amira cherries while she tried to guess their travel destination. After 3 hours of flying, Pierre made her lie on top of him so she could rest after her exhausting packing. Pierre cherished every moment, making sure she was always in his arms, keeping her warm and safe.

Pierre wished he was able to frame the moment she recognised the beautiful city lights of Dubai. Amira once mentioned that she always wanted to visit the city. She wanted to spend her time in the dessert or in the luxury shopping centers. And who was Pierre to deny her such wish. The perfect opportunity presented after not being able to spend some time alone , just the two of them.

Till the day he died, Pierre would deny that seeing the thousand of messages Carlos send Amira in the past 7 hours made him nervous. For the love of god, he is 27 years old. Such thing like big, older, overprotective brothers didn't make Pierre break out in a sweat anymore. The Frenchman knew that he couldn't just leave the messages unanswered. He opened the Chat between the two Sainz siblings and wrote something along the lines of "Oh, I'm sorry for not answering sooner. I'm just so tired and I will go to sleep now. Bye-Bye <3". Before he could second guess himself. Pierre was brought out from his overthinking.

"Pierre, are you ok?" asked the sweet voice of his beautiful angel. "Of course, ma belle. I was just grabbing you a jacket" he answered. He quickly turned of her phone and grabbed his oversized beige jacket. He immediately wrapped her up, making sure that she was protected from the wind. "Oh, but I'm not even co-." Before she could finish her sentences he kissed her quickly.

Pierre wouldn't let anyone take her attention during their romantic get-away. Thru ought the week, he made sure to keep her busy. Pierre took her shopping, bought her the finest jewelerry. He had a SPA day with her, so she could relax from their hectic shopping day. The rest of the week they either went in the dessert, to the beach or did more shopping. Pierre made sure that they spent every second together. Safe to say that Amira wasn't able to respond to ay of her messages.

@ pierregasly just posted

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Spending the week with the most beautiful girl in the world @amirasainz <3

Comments:

@carlossainzjr cabron what is this?

@carlossainzjr Pierre Gasly, you better answer me right now

@carlossainzjr When I catch you Gasly, you're dead

@ charlesleclerc What the fuck? I thought we were friends

@ landonorris YOU CAN'T JUST HIDE HER FROM THE REST OF US!!!!!

@ oscarpiastri I will crash into you next race

@ maxverstappen you better hide

@ carmenmundt who do you think you are, hiding my girl from me?!

@ amirasainz <3

@ pierregasly BABY!!!! <3

Bonus(+)

In the tense atmosphere, Carlos muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in front of the other drivers. Three days had passed without any word from precious Amira, and concern had escalated. They hastily convened an impromptu drivers’ meeting, their minds racing with worry. On the whiteboard, various theories about her whereabouts were scribbled.

Just as Lando was about to share another idea, the door swung open. Charles stood there, his chest heaving. Startled, all the drivers rose from their seats. Max managed to ask, “Charles, what—”

Before anyone could respond, Charles turned toward them, tears glistening in his eyes. His voice trembled as he held up his phone, revealing an Instagram post from Pierre. The room erupted into chaos as everyone tried to make sense of the situation

Charles burst into tears, while Max threw some pillows at the wall. George and Alex were busy stalking the post. Oscar tried his best to help Lando regulate his breathing, while trying to keep the anger in himself. The chaos stopped when Carlos walked towards the door, muttering under his breath: "He's dead. He is so dead."

[stop-talking]

No thoughts, only Derek Danforth sending you nudes while you're at work...

(Thanks, Holden. 🙄) @freak-accident419

Tags: 18+ g!n reader, mentions of drugs, no real smut, just dirty talk and nudes

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Your phone buzzes in your pocket for the twentieth time in the past five minutes, and you have a sinking suspicion you know who it is.

Who it always is.

With a sigh, you try and discreetly look at your phone underneath your desk. Opening messages from Derek while you're at work is always a gamble, considering he spends 90% of his time high, horny, or a mix of both.

As soon as you tap the notification, your screen is overtaken by cock. The tip red and glistening with need, his hand wrapped around the shaft, mid-pump...

Fuck.

You quickly turn your phone off, shoving it between your thighs and sitting up straighter. That bastard. He knows you're at work.

Of course, now he also knows you've opened his messages. Your phone vibrates angrily between your thighs, and you start to wonder if putting it there was a smart move.

Fucking Danforth. You try to physically shake the image of his throbbing cock out of your mind, literally shaking your head as you stare at the computer screen in front of you.

That is, until your co-worker in the cubicle across from yours shoots you a glance and asks if you're alright.

"Yeah, just, uh... Tired. Trying to stay awake."

You stand up straight, causing your still-buzzing phone to fall to the floor.

"I'm gonna go make a coffee," you announce.

In your scramble to pick up your phone, you knock your chair over and onto the floor. Damnit, stop making such a scene.

You scurry away, trying desperately to silence your phone. Unfortunately, the last thing you had pulled up was... well, cock.

With a yelp, you turn and duck into the nearest bathroom, praying no one saw your screen.

Once you finally have some level of privacy, standing in a cramped bathroom stall, you start to look over your 50+ notifications from Derek.

He's been sending you messages all afternoon, mostly nonsense texts, with nudes interspersed between them.

11am:

Babe? Baaaaabe. Babe I miss you Come home When is work over

12pm:

Are you ignoring me? Babe I got a new robe Do you wanna see Baby

[A short video of Derek in his robe]

He starts the video making a concerned face at the camera, muttering to himself. Once he realizes it's recording, he sets it down on the bathroom counter and takes a few steps back, showing off his robe.

It's green silk with gold trim, and a gold tie around the waist. He takes a hit of his vape and does a quick 360, twirling for the camera.

"You like it?" He asks, beaming and carding a hand through his blonde curls.

He stares at the camera for a minute, seemingly waiting for a response, before snapping out of it and reaching to turn it off.

"Sorry. Just smoked a few." he mumbles, and the video ends.

1pm:

Babeeeee I need youuu Come home already Come sit on my lap

[A picture of Derek's lap]

He's still wearing the robe, and his hand is wrapped around his hard cock through the thin silk fabric. No skin is showing, but you can clearly see the familiar outline of his dick.

2pm:

Fuck If you don't come home soon I'm dying asjkdakdjha skdjhfskjdh aksjdkadjs Baby Can I send you Pics Baby asdasjdghask It misses you

[A shakily-recorded video of Derek from the waist down.]

He tugs at the golden strip of silk tied around his waist, slowly unravelling the loose knot.

Eventually it completely falls away, and his rope opens, exposing himself completely for the camera. His dick is standing at attention, twitching and leaking pre-cum down his shaft.

The video pans to his face again, and he absentmindedly gnaws at the end of his vape. Sweat drips down his forehead and he mumbles out a plea you're unable to hear with your volume off. The video ends.

2:30pm:

Baby Oh my God I can't wait Come home Looking at your old pics again Miss you so muchh Fuck work I need you

[A short close-up video of Derek's cock]

He's in bed, his animal-print bedsheets peeking through his legs as he lies back and strokes his cock. Slowly, he bucks his hips up into his hand, clearly trying not to finish just yet. You recognize this as the video from earlier, the one you opened at your desk.

2:45pm:

YOU OPENED IT BABE ARE YOU IGNORING ME BABY I'm so hard right now Please Fuck Fuck Fuck I need you to sit on me Please asajshdas hdsjdhfahd asdasjdk sljkdfls Answer Please Babyyyy

You blink at your screen, finally reaching the bottom of Derek's endless sea of messages. Fuck. You really should be angry with him, but he's so goddamn hot when he's needy.

Not that he needs to know that.

Is this what you do all day while I'm at work? Get high and play dress-up?

FUCK Babe Don't go or I'll die Please

I still have two hours of work left, Derek.

You wouldn't need to work if you'd just move in with me already <3

Your house scares me. No one should be exposed to that much animal print.

I'll buy us a new one. Just come home, pleaseee?

This bastard. He isn't going to give up, is he? You glance at the time, and bite your lip. Maybe you could make up the two hours later? Work overtime this weekend?

Babe?

I'm here. Brat.

Are you on your way over?

Yeah. I'll be home in ten.

Suddenly you feel very, very sick. Too sick to work. You explain this to your boss, who shoos you off and tells you to go home.

One thought plays over and over in your mind as you pack your things and scurry to the car...

Derek better still be wearing that slutty little robe when you see him.

[retrotrait]

Ep 3 Previously

Elizabeth: Crap, maybe I underestimated just how far the school really is

Elizabeth: So much for that perfect attendance goal, if mom finds out I was late she's gonna freak

Elizabeth: [Halt] Oh my god, is that a calico cat?

[stranger crouched down feeding a cat]

Elizabeth: [approaches cautiously] e-excuse me sir?

Elizabeth: I'm so sorry to bother you. I just- I was wondering about the cat, is it yours?

Elizabeth: [Nervous] We used to have a calico back in Newcrest, she passed but she was the best. Oh gosh, I'm rambling

[stranger stands and turns to walk away]

Stranger: Piss Off

[Elizabeth is shocked]

Elizabeth: Hey! w-wait a second

Stranger: Don't you speak English? I said buzz off

Elizabeth: What's your problem? I was just trying to pet the cat. I'm sorry if I offended you, but you're being kind of a dick.

Stranger: Is that the first time you've used that word?

Elizabeth: w-what?

Stranger: Dick. You sound like a preschooler

[cat scurries off]

[Elizabeth moves to stand in front of stranger]

Elizabeth: [musters up courage] You know what, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you had a bad morning and you're taking it out on the first person you see. Lucky you, I guess, that I'm so forgiving, anyone else wouldn't have been.

[Stranger looks taken aback]

Elizabeth: Remember that next time. Now I'm late for school, so...GOODBYE!

[Elizabeth stomps away]

Stranger: [whispers] Weirdo

Elizabeth: [whispers] Asshole

[puckbunnyera]

Second Chance | Arber Xhekaj

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pairing: arber xhekaj x reader genre: angst, fluff at the end word count: 1.9k warnings: none summary: two months after your break-up, arber comes begging for a second chance

notes: started this a couple of weeks ago and i've finally finished it. the part that took the longest was deciding which hockey player i wanted to use for it.

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Coming to the game was a bad idea. I knew it from the moment the word yes slipped from my lips, but when Mayah, the bubbly girl that sits next to me in my psychology lecture, asked if I would attend the game between the Montreal Canadiens and Toronto Maple Leafs with her after her friend bailed, I couldn't find it in me to turn her down.

In the day leading up to the game, I convinced myself that everything would be fine. That he wouldn't even know I was there. I'm not quite sure if I jinxed myself or if Karma was playing some cruel joke on me, but the second we made it to our seats, right there in the front row behind the Canadiens bench, I decided it was some sick and twisted combination of the two. Regret began to make itself right at home in my head the second we settled into our seats.

As the two teams make their way out onto the ice to head to their respective benches, the crowd goes wild. The arena fills with the sound of thousands of fans cheering and yelling. However, the sound of my own rapidly beating heart floods my eardrums, replacing the loud screams of the fans, as my eyes drift to him and our gazes interlock.

Arber Xhekaj, defenceman for the Montreal Canadiens of the National Hockey League, known to me as my ex-boyfriend, is staring right at me and there was nowhere I can go to hide.

Once upon a time, he was a man that meant everything to me. He was my whole world. We spent a little over two years in a relationship together, happy and in love. Things were perfect between us, until they weren't. What started as small, petty disagreements that happened here and there became full-on arguments that occurred almost every day. While I was putting in the effort to fix things, he was shutting me out. I pinned all of it on stress and the lack of time we got to spend with each other because of his work and my schooling. I tried to wait it out in hopes that things would return to normal, but eventually, I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't see the point in fighting for us if he wasn't willing to do the same. I've spent the past few months trying to move on and forget about him, and I thought I was doing pretty well. That all came crashing down the moment he noticed me. I suddenly became painfully aware that I was still hopelessly in love with him.

The insistent tapping on my arm is what finally pulls me from our impromptu staring contest. When I turn to my left, Mayah is buzzing with excitement.

"Oh my god! Arber Xhekaj is literally staring at you." She squeals. "How are you not freaking out right now? He is six feet and four inches of muscle and manliness. I would climb him like a fucking tree if given the opportunity."

The ending comment causes a pang of jealousy to flare up inside of me. I push it away as quickly as it appears though. I have no right to feel that way anymore, as we are no longer together. It's a feeling that I don't want to feel again, at least not when he is concerned.

Not able to come up with a response, I shrug my shoulders to express a feeling of indifference and turn to face forward as the announcer's voice floods the arena.

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Despite the Habs loss to the Maple Leafs, my body is still filled with adrenaline and excitement as I walk out of the arena with Mayah. I had forgotten how much I loved hockey. It was how I met Arber. When things ended between us, I forgot how much I enjoyed watching the game as I tried my hardest to forget him.

"Thanks for coming with me."

"Thanks for inviting me." I respond. "I think that's the most exciting thing I've experienced in a while."

"Anytime." She smiles. "My Uber is here but I'll see you in class on Monday?"

"Yeah, see you Monday." I wave her off as she climbs into the car waiting for her by the curb.

As I wait for my own ride to arrive, I feel my phone buzz in my hand, alerting me of a text.

From Unknown Number: Hey. Can we talk?

Despite there being no name on the contact, I knew exactly who it was from. I'm about to turn my screen off to ignore it when another message comes through.

From Unknown Number: I know you're seeing this.

From Unknown Number: Please

From Unknown Number: I just want to talk.

All it takes is for that fourth and final message to come through for me to make my decision. I type out a short reply just as my Uber arrives.

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A couple of hours later, here I am, standing in front of his apartment door. I'm a ball of nerves as I raise my hand to knock on the door. It only takes two knocks for the door to go swinging open and I suddenly find myself standing face-to-face with the man I swore I would never see again.

"Hey." He greets, voice still as deep and mesmerizing as I remember. "Come in."

I give him a tight-lipped smile as I step past him into the apartment I once considered a second home. He closes the door without a word and then leads me into the living room.

"Do you want some water?" He asks as I take a seat on the couch.

"No, thank you." I reply, trying to keep my voice steady in hopes that I can conceal the emotions that are beginning to rise to the surface. "What did you want to talk about? It's late and I can't stay long."

"I-" He begins before quickly cutting himself off, taking a seat on the sofa opposite of me. He sighs heavily and then tries again. "I miss you."

I freeze instantly at the words that leave his mouth. A mixture of shock and anger forms in my chest. "Arber-"

"These past few months have been hell." He continues. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm telling the truth."

"I can't do this." My voice wobbles as I speak, tears welling up in my eyes. I stand up, making a move towards the door. "I...I need to leave. I shouldn't have come here."

"Why?" Frustration is evident in his tone as he quickly follows my movements, grasping my hand to stop me from walking any further. "Why can't you just stay and talk to me?"

"Because if I stay, I might do something stupid." I shake my head, trying to clear the racing thoughts that have taken over. "Like..." My voice trails off, not able to finish the sentence as I attempt to get my emotions under control.

"Like what?" He interrupts, inching closer to me.

"Forgive you," I answer, looking him in the eyes for the first time since I arrived. "Because God knows you don't deserve my forgiveness. Not this easily."

"You're right. I don't deserve it," He nods. "But I want it anyway, because I'm selfish and cruel, right?" He punctuates his question with an audible scoff. Throwing my own words from our last argument at me.

"Don't say that like I'm the bad guy." I bite back. "You were the one that pushed me away like I was nothing when I was the only one there for you." My words are bitter. "I've tried so hard to make myself hate you for the way you made me feel. I tried so fucking hard. Instead, I ended up hating myself for failing so miserably. Despite my efforts, I still fucking love you. And it hurts."

My chest is tight and I'm breathing heavily as I fight back the sob that threatens to leave me. His hand grips mine tighter as he opens his mouth to speak.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am. I know I fucked up. Treating you like that and letting you walk out that door were two of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life." He confesses. "I want you. No, scratch that. I fucking need you. And I'll spend every day for the rest of our lives making up for what I did if that's what it takes."

"I waited for you." I whisper as the dam behind my eyes finally breaks, tears cascading down my cheeks. "For two months, I waited for something to change. For you to change."

"I know." His hands lift to caress my face, thumbs gently brushing away my tears. "And I promise I'll never make you feel like that again. I won't take your love for granted ever again."

"I thought you were falling out of love with me and I couldn't take it anymore."

"Never did I stop loving you." He shook his head, a deep frown etched on his face.

"Then what happened?"

"I was scared. You were getting busier with school and I was beginning to travel more. The longer we spent apart the more I began to question the stability of our relationship. I was afraid that, because of my busy schedule and how often I have to travel for the majority of the year, I wouldn't be able to be the type of boyfriend that you need. That you deserve. I convinced myself that it was only a matter of time before you realized that and as a result, I subconsciously began to push you away."

"You could have just talked to me." I sigh. "We could have figured it out."

"I know." He nods. "I wish I could take it back. I really do. If you would just give me a second chance, I'll do better."

"Promise?"

"Yes. I promise."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'll give you another chance, but if you fuck it up, we're over for good."

"I won't." He shakes his head, hands moving to my waist to pull me into him. "You have my word."

"Good." I smile softly, laying my head on his chest.

The room falls silent as we stand in each other's embrace, taking in the moment. After a few minutes, it's Arber that makes the first move to separate us, but only enough to be able to see my face. He stares silently, lips parted as if he wants to say something.

"What?" I question, noticing his hesitation.

"Can I kiss you?" His right hand moves up to rest on my cheek, angling my head up a little more. It takes less than a second for me to respond.

"Please do."

His lips brush mine softly at first, a brief peck to test the waters. He pulls back slightly to examine my face. I'm not quite sure what he is looking for, but whatever he does or doesn't find has him leaning back in. This kiss is deeper, hungrier, more desperate. We stay like this for a while. Melting into each other. Once the lack of oxygen becomes too much, we finally part. Our foreheads remain pressed together, our eyes still closed as we try to catch our breaths.

"I really fucking missed you." He whispers, our lips brushing with every word he speaks.

"I missed you too." I smile against his lips.

"Stay."

"What?" I pull back slightly and open my eyes to look at him.

"Stay." He repeats. "Stay the night with me. It's late anyways. I don't want you going back on your own. So stay."

I take a few seconds to think it over before I respond, nodding my head. "Okay."

Smiling, he steps out of our embrace and intertwines his fingers with mine, pulling me behind him as he begins to make his way down the familiar path to his bedroom.

[gummydummy19]

Hi Gummy!<3

You shared that awful experience and I imagine...

Captain Sy and his insubordinate younger brother. His brother (let's say, Jim?) flirted with you in a pub. You don't really spark and he seemed a bit too slick for your liking, but Jim is persistent and (gradually annoying). It was not long before Captain Sy came barging in and took his younger brother home (and surprise surprise, Jim isn't reaching his drinking age yet XD), which is how you met. Maybe you met him again a few days later in the same pub, maybe you worked on a project that involves the military (hence Sy)

And somehow one of the worst encounters you have had in your life turns out to be the one in which you met the love of your life :3

Just a lil thot :3

JDHDKHCB JAM WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST IDEAS I absolutely freaking love this oml

How I met your mother

Content Warnings: fluff, swearing, unwanted flirting (from Sy's brother)

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: Since we're in the middle of the holidays, I decided to give this a little holiday twist :)) Imagine this as a throwback to how you met your hunky husband Sy... In the throwback Jim is 19, Sy is 27, and the reader is 23. In the present Sy is 42, reader is 38, Jim is 34.

Alright? All clear? Everyone good? Let's get this party started then

The entire family was gathered around your beautifully decorated dining table. It was well past midnight, and everyone was stuffed full of delicious food and the expensive wine you saved for special occasions. Sy had his hand resting on your thigh as you both listened to his dad share stories of when he was in the Navy.

"Fuck!" you heard your 13-year-old son yell from the couch behind you, waking up your 9-year-old daughter who was dozing off on her dad's lap.

"Jacob!" you snapped your head back at him, but the boy just rolled his eyes at you.

He was playing some new zombie-murder-call thievery videogame he had gotten for Christmas, courtesy of his uncle Jim.

"Don't you roll your eyes at your mother", Sy stepped in, "and watch your mouth, or that game is going on the shelf till summer."

"But dad!" he whined

"No buts!"

Now it was your turn to put your hand on your husband's thigh, giving him a sweet look to let him know you'd handle it.

"Jake, why don't you come sit with us for a little bit, hmm? Haven't you played long enough?"

"Oh come on, let the kid have some fun", Jim chimed in, earning an angry glare from his brother Sy.

"Yeah and who better to teach him that than his uncle Jim, right?" Sy spat.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Jim shot back.

"You know damn well what that means."

"Dad?" your little girl tugged on Sy's shirt.

"Yes, princess?"

"Don't you think Uncle Jim is fun?"

"Of course I do, Maya, it's just that Uncle Jim used to give us a whole lot of trouble, just like your brother gives us right now."

"Hey!" Jim and Jacob groan simultaneously.

"Oh, I think Jim caused quite some more trouble than our Jakey", you defended your son, who had finally sat down next to you at the table. You gave him a loving ruffle through his brown curls, remembering what Sy's hair used to look like before he started buzzing it off.

"Yeah well, give him a couple years", Jim joked.

"What kinda trouble did Uncle Jim get into?", your little girl chimed in again.

The three of you exchanged some looks before you finally spoke up. "Oh, I can think of a few things, but my favorite one is the story of how your father and I met", you smiled.

"Oh god", Jim groaned, "Can't you just tell them about the pranks I pulled in college or something?"

"No no", Sy chuckled, "I quite like this particular story".

"I love storytime!" your daughter yelled out excitedly.

"I'm kinda intrigued now too," Jake agreed, grinning at his uncle.

Sy's mother gave her husband a look as she sipped from her herb tea and you knew she loved this story too.

"It was 15 years ago", you started, "Me and my friends had just graduated college that summer. By wintertime, a couple of us had started working, or even gotten married, so we decided to catch up right before the holidays"

Flashback

"I can't believe it's almost been six whole months since we've all gotten together" your friend Sarah chided before taking a sip of her cosmo. “I know, I’ve missed you guys like crazy!” You said honestly. The five of you sat there and talked for what felt like hours, sipping on cosmo’s and sharing the juiciest stories from work or dating drama. It was like no time had passed at all.

“Alright girls, I’m gonna go get another refill anyone else need anything?”, you asked as you got up to walk towards the bar. The drinks were definitely starting to get to your head, but you didn’t care in the slightest. This was the most fun you’d had in weeks.

With a fuzzy head, you made your way over to the bar, still giggling at a joke your friend made 10 minutes ago. Leaning against the polished wood, you managed to catch the bartender's attention. "Um, two... wait, no, three more of these," you mumbled in your slightly tipsy state as you shoved your empty glass toward him.

You were patiently waiting for your drinks when a young, arrogant-looking guy slid up next to you, "Hey there! What are we drinking tonight?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.

"Just a couple drinks with my friends" you replied curtly, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Just you and your girls, huh? No boyfriend?"

"Nope."

"Are you looking for one?"

"Nope."

"Hmm I see, more a hit and run kinda gal, huh?" he smirked.

Damn, this guy was annoying.

"Look pal, I'm trying to have a good time with my girls, alright?" You finally turned to look at him. He sure wasn't ugly, but not your type. Besides, he looked a little on the young side you thought and you started to wonder if he should even be in here.

"That's alright baby, I'm all for good times", he stated with a proud grin, making you roll your eyes again.

The bartender slid over your drinks and grabbed them quickly "I'm not your 'baby', now if you will excuse me", you pushed passed him but his hand gently grabbed onto your waist.

"Oh come on, don't be like that...", if your hands hadn't been full you would have smacked him in the face for sure. You looked down at his hands on you and then straight into his eyes.

"You have about two seconds to get your hands off me before you get covered in Cosmo's and my knee introduces itself to your crotch."

"I just-" he started and you got ready to throw your 30 dollars worth of cocktails in his face.

"JIM!", a loud roar sounded through the bar, grabbing everyone's attention, including yours and the guy holding onto you.

He quickly dropped his hands and took a step back from you as the man who just entered stalked towards him. The entire movement made you drop your drinks, but you were too startled to care.

"L-logan....the hell are you doing here, man?", the boy stuttered and his whole demeanor changed in a split second.

"Me? What the fuck do you think you're doing here?!", you let your eyes roam over his body as he yelled out. He was clearly older than you. And definitely older than the arrogant guy. It was obvious that they knew each other. You wondered how. They seemed like two very different guys. The older one had a casual confidence whereas the younger one had made up arrogance.

You stayed frozen in place as you watched them yell at each other. The more you looked at their faces the more you started to notice similarities. The older one was bigger, with quite a bit more muscle to him, but they had the same strong jaw and nose, and their eyes were the same gorgeous shade of blue. Could they be...

"Miss, I'm really sorry for my brother."

"I uhm,...okay, that's okay", you mumbled.

The man gave you a friendly look before sticking his hand out.

"I'm Logan Syverson, but everyone calls me Sy. And that's my little brother Jimmy. I'm really sorry if he gave you any trouble, he's been acting out a bit lately."

You shook his hand without breaking eye contact. The second your skin made contact with his you felt your stomach drop...weird.

"Hey, I'm not a fucking kid!" Jim yelled out, earning an angry glare from Sy.

"Then maybe you should stop acting like one, Jimmy. You really think I wouldn't notice you taking my fucking bike? Huh?", Sy yelled, "You're taking the truck back home. Gimme my fucking keys back."

Reluctantly, Jim gave Sy the keys to his bike and Sy gave him the car keys in return.

"You didn't drink, did you?" Sy asked with a raised brow.

"No, Logan, I fucking didn't. Okay?!" he snapped before turning around and storming out. While you heard the car door slamming closed and the engine starting outside, Sy turned back to you.

"I'm really sorry about all that..." he scratched through his brown curls before his eye fell on the puddle of Cosmo's on the floor, "Oh christ, uh, here, please let me buy you a new round," he said, already pulling out his wallet.

"Oh no, no it's okay really, you don't have to", you assured him.

"No, I insist. I promise I won't stick around to bother you or anything, but just let me pay for them, please?"

Now how could you say no to that?

"Alright then, if you insist", you gave him a sweet smile.

The two of you walked to the bar and as you waited for your order, you couldn't help but give him a once-over. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black shirt with some old writing on it. He was much taller than you, and big...very big. With a mind that was still half tipsy, you couldn't help the words that left your mouth next.

"You know...", you started, getting his attention, "I wouldn't mind if you did stick around for a bit...to bother me."

You swore Sy's eyes twinkled for a second as you looked up at him. Of course, he found you attractive. You were probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Scratch that. Not probably, definitely.

But still, the gentleman in him wanted to politely refuse, given your clouded state and what his brother made you endure already, but then your hand touched his arm and your eyes found his. "Please? I insist", you pleaded, and Sy caved. "Alright then, if you insist...", he was only a man after all, and he could only take so much.

Meanwhile, at the girl's table, everyone was far too drunk and caught up in whatever story they were telling to have noticed what just went down. But all the giggling came to a quick stop when a tall handsome man towered over them with four cosmopolitans in his hand.

"Ladies, this is Sy", you introduced him, holding three more drinks, "My savior of the night, and the buyer of our next round."

End flashback

"Aww, dad was her hero!", Maya yelled out.

"He still is", you smiled, leaning into Sy and pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

"Hold on. So, you tried to hit on mom?", Jake turned to his uncle, "That's gross, dude."

"Alright, okay, I remember that story a little differently", Jim spoke up, looking even grumpier than before.

"He was just a teenager", you defended your brother-in-law.

"I was almost twenty", Jim stated.

"Yeah, that doesn't exactly help your case, bud", Sy spoke up, wrapping his arm around you as you tried to stifle a giggle.

"So what happened after that?", Maya asked curiously.

"Well, your dad was too nervous to ask for my number, so I asked for his."

"Hey! I was just trying to be a gentleman", Sy defended argued, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Sure thing, hun", you grinned, "The week after we met up again in that same bar, and the rest is history."

"Is that bar still there?", Jacob asked.

"Actually, they turned it into a restaurant, but it's still called Mickey's."

"Hey, isn't that where...", your son started

"Where your dad proposed to me, yeah." you smiled fondly. "and we still go there every year on our anniversary..."

The end

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[talaok]

Since all the nominations for Emmys, I need one fic where reader is either video calling or with Pedro when nominations are announced. Somethig fluffy and full of emotions cuz Pedro deserves all of this 😊

a/n: this ask skipped the line just cause I felt that if I posted this next week it wouldn't have made as much sense, so yeah here it is (also, I’m so happy for him and Bella, like omg man)

Today was the day.

Pedro was never usually one to care about this stuff, yes he was grateful, and yes he was happy, but no other time had he felt this electricity in the air, this buzz telling him that something was about to happen... something good of course.

He had set up his tablet on the coffee table in front of the couch, waiting for the announcement to start, but he hadn't even managed to sit- he was too nervous, too excited.

A ringing sounded through the room all of a sudden, and after an initial scare, he smiled, glad you finally could call him.

You were on set. In Vancouver. A thousand miles from him.

"Is it on yet?"

Your eagerness spurt through the screen.

And he thought he was exited

"nope"

"what? How much longer?"

He glanced at the screen, feeling a tiny goosebump traveling up his back at the countdown.

"two minutes"

"Oh my god!" You squeaked, smiling so wide your cheeks almost hurt "how are you feeling?"

"nervous" he chuckled drily

"Oh c'mon, what about? We both know you're gonna crush it"

"I hope so" he sighed "God I don't know why I care so much" he laughed "The only important thing is that Bella and the show get nominated"

"And you, of course" you chirped in

He tried to fight a smile, but it still pulled at his lips "Well if there's room..."

"There you are" you nodded, your smile fading ever so little after a brief moment "god I wish I could be there"

"Me too" he agreed "but at least w-" a noise in the direction of the coffee table caught his attention

"Oh shit, it's starting"

"shit, go go go go" you mumbled, feeling all too powerless in your position.

He sat down in front of the screen as the announcers appeared on it.

"what are they saying?"

"uh- just their names and stuff"

"ok-"

A moment passed 

"what about now?"

He laughed, ever so thankful for your presence "Still that, sweetheart"

"fine, just- tell me when they start telling the categories"

"ok ok here we go" 

"what is it?"

"talk series"

"Bo-ring" you huffed, making him chuckle "I want the good stuff"

"they're doing reality programs now"

"oh my god! it's like they want to torture us"

...

"Oh shit" 

A pit created itself in Pedro's stomach

"what?"

"lead actor in a drama series"

"oh my god" you screeched, doing a poor job of trying not to freak out "C'mon baby I know believe in you"

"jeff bridges... Brian cox... Kieran Culkin... Bob Odenkirk..."

come on come on come on

His mouth widened as he let out an incredulous breath.

"baby?" you called, already knowing but wanting a confirmation "baby pl-"

"I got nominated"

"I told you!" You basically screamed, jumping out of your chair "I told you, baby! I'm so happy for you! You deserve all of it babe, all. of. it." 

"I can't believe this" he smiled, his eyes glimmering with that spark in his eyes he only got whenever he was truly happy "This is crazy"

"Well believe it baby, you're an Emmy nominee"

"I just-" he interrupted himself as the next category was announced "shit it's best actresses"

You nodded, trying to cool down while really just mindlessly pacing around your trailer 

"Bella Ramsey!" he laughed "Bella Ramsey! They did it! I knew they fucking would"

"oh my god!" you grinned "What a power couple"

"I know right?" he chuckled "I'll have to call them I-" and once again, the announcers interrupted his train of thought.

His gaze moved from you to the tablet again.

"best drama series?"

He only nodded, clearly all the anxiety coming back.

"Andor... Better call Saul... the crown... House of the Dragon..."

he fell silent as his eyes came back to you, and this time... this time they shined with tears of joy.

"yeah?" you asked, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.

"yeah," nodded.

You felt your heart and chest and body fill with pure joy as you let some tears fall from your eyes.

"you did it baby" you sniffled "I knew you would. You deserve it, all of it" you smiled, wishing with all your heart you were there to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear

"How are you feeling?"

He laughed "I don't even know, I just- I think I need time to process this" he smiled, his hands slightly shaking "A-Are you ready to go to the Emmys?"

"are you?" You laughed, quite literally quivering from the excitement

"As ready as I'll ever be"

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●MJF x Reader●

Summary: Max freaks out thinking you want Lance instead of him. He finds out the hard way that Lance is actually your dad.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the hallway fixing my Murderhawk Monster shirt, I am watching my dad make his return to Rampage against a random squash wrestler. I am smiling really big watching him. Someone comes up and stands next to me. I look over seeing Max standing next to me.

"Hey Max. What's up?"

"Whatcha doing out here in the hallway?"

"Oh I'm watching this match. It's his return and I'm so happy for him!"

He looks down at my shirt than back at me.

"Oh I see what's going on here. You have moved on from me and now are interested in that loser."

I look at him with a shocked face.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah you heard me right. You wanna date this loser over me. Who is a champion. But no, Y/N wants to date the bottom tier and not the top tier. Have fun with that loser. Bye."

I stand there with my eyes wide watching him walk away.

"Did that really just happen?"

Bowens and Caster walk up next to me looking at me. Caster puts his hand on my shoulder as I look up at them.

"Does he not know that is your dad?"

"He didn't even let me explain. He just freaked out."

"Well now that he is available, I might have to slide in those dms."

"You go for it Caster."

I laugh looking at him and he shakes his head looking at the tv. I look back at the TV seeing my dad pick up the win.

"I'll see you guys later!"

I head off to gorilla as they say their goodbyes.

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*Max's POV*

I watch as Y/N jumps into Lance's arms and he spins her around hugging her tightly. To say I am jealous is an understatement. I walk into gorilla not looking at them getting prepared for my promo I am going to do in the ring. Lance sets Y/N down and they both look over at me. Y/N shakes her head and walks out of gorilla. Lance looks at me confused but walks out with her anyways. My music hits and I go out to the ring.

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*Max's POV*

I am sitting on my bed in my shared hotel room with Adam Cole when he looks over at me from his bed.

"Dude, is something wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"Cmon Max. You have been upset since we got back to the hotel. What's going on?"

"It's Y/N okay? She isn't interested in me anymore. She's moved on to that loser Lance Archer."

He starts laughing and I look over at him confused.

"What's so funny?"

"You! Thinking Y/N isn't interested in you and she wants Lance. That's the funniest thing I've heard this week."

"What do you mean? I saw her wearing his shirt, saying she was so happy for him, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly. Like she obviously doesn't want me."

He starts laughing harder and I look at him getting pissed off.

"What is so funny about this?"

"Dude, did you let her explain why she had the shirt on and she was happy for him?"

"No. I just freaked out because I have hardcore feelings for her and she hurt me going to that loser."

"Max..... that's her dad."

I look at him with a blank face.

"What?"

"Yeah. Lance is her dad."

"Oh shit."

I grab my phone and call her.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on my bed in my shared hotel room watching tv, my phone starts buzzing. I pick it up and see Max calling me. I hit the ignore button and put it down.

"Who was that?"

I look over at Max Caster laying on his bed and shake my head.

"It was Max."

"If he calls again, can I answer?"

"Sure! I'll put it on speaker."

We go back to watching the TV when my phone starts buzzing again. I look over at Caster, smiling hitting the accept button putting it on speaker.

"Y/N! Y/N! Are you there?"

"Hey Max! Whats going on?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Caster!"

"Oh God no. Please. Where is Y/N?"

"In the shower. Why are you calling her?"

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier today. I didn't know that Lance is her dad. I feel like a total idiot Caster. I'm so in love with that woman that I got jealous and pissed off and upset and confused and....."

"Max?"

"Y/N?"

"I can hear everything you are saying. I've had you on speaker this whole time."

"Oh...."

"You really are in love with me?"

"You have no idea. I feel like such an idiot for everything I said. I should have let you explain but my feelings got the best of me."

I get up, wave at Caster than leave my hotel room hanging up on Max. I walk up to Max's hotel room door and knock on the door.

The door opens and Adam is standing there smiling at me. He opens it letting me in when I see Max sitting on the edge of his bed with his head down.

"Who was that Adam?"

Adam looks at me than back at Max who still is looking at the floor.

"Why don't you look dude?"

Max looks over seeing me, gets up and runs over engulfing me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry! I love you so much!"

I look at him putting my hands on his cheeks smiling.

"I love you so much too Max!"

Adam starts clapping behind us and I look back at him.

"Finally you two are together!"

I giggle laying my head on Max's shoulder looking up at him and he looks at me.

"Finally got my dream girl."

[puffin-smoke]

Redactedtober 21!! Missed out on the last couple days, had family around and I wasn't allowed to avoid them. ANYWAY Lasky. my beloved twink.

Lasko; Luck

(also this is earlier on in their relationship)

Lasko Moore was the unluckiest man alive.

He wasn't sure what he'd done to earn all this apparent bad karma, to be punished in every conceivable manner. Maybe he'd broken an unfathomable amount of mirrors in a past life or walked under an excessive number of ladders. He wasn't entirely sure why that was his fault in this life, but questioning it probably wasn't going to do him any good. Not when he was running so late.

To summarise the trainwreck that was his morning; he had overslept, spilled coffee down his shirt when he'd tried to combine getting dressed with eating breakfast, and gotten stuck in completely stationary traffic for about half an hour.

He'd arrived eventually, with frazzled nerves and a shirt that felt inexplicably like sandpaper on his skin, a string of swearwords firing under his breath and earning several dirty looks from various elderly couples.

Dear had suggested going to this park a little ways away from the city, going on about the sculpture trail and the evergreen trees. Lasko was never really a big fan of walking for the sheer fun of it, but he'd gotten a few hiking tips from Huxley. And the smile Dear had given him when he said yes had been more than worth a few blisters and a few hours in the middle of nowhere.

The look they gave him now when they saw him reminded him of that. They'd been sitting on a bench, eyes scanning their phones, lips slightly parted. Hair gently falling across one side of their face.

They glanced upwards and their eyes met his. They crinkled at the edges, gaze soft as their mouth moved saying what might have been his name.

In that moment all his nerves, all his frustration and anxiety running through him like electricity through a live wire. All of that was washed away and replaced by an all consuming sense of relief. They were here, smiling at him. Nothing else could go wrong, nothing he couldn't handle. Because they were here.

That feeling was promptly banished by the feeling of something cold and wet dropping onto his head. Running down his neck.

He reached up and touched it. Pulled away and stared at his hand, an inescapable sense of dread dawning on him. Bird poop. Coating the tips of his fingers.

A bird had just shit on his head.

Nope.

Not worth it.

He turned around and started walking back to his car.

He'd just say it was a work thing. He'd lie and text them and say that something came up. He would quit while he was ahead and go home. Where he could wear a shirt that didn't make him want to claw his skin off, where he could sit on a couch that wasn't made of wood and being hounded by mosquitoes, where he didn't have to hear dogs barking and flies incessantly buzzing in his ears and-

"Lasko? Hey, you okay?"

He was't sure when they caught up with him, but they had. They were walking next to him, trying to catch his eye as he marched forward. His hands suddenly felt leaden and awkward, alien. He picked at the edges of his shirt, at the fraying edges, trying to just mumble out a quick response. Naturally he wasn't brilliant at that. He was blabbering within the moment.

"I- uh- I just- the bird- I was going to-" he stopped in his tracks, trying to find comfort in the solidity of the dirt beneath him. He took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his hands. "Would you believe it was a work thing?"

They chuckled. "I saw the bird, Lasko."

His hands twitched as he resisted the urge to bury his face in them. "Oh my god- I'm sorry, I'm such a mess, I should've just walked over and- but my whole morning has just been so- so- just shit. I freaked out, and I'm- I'm sorry."

They grabbed his hands. Their skin was soft, warm. They affixed him with a stare both steadying and comforting, like a hand on his shoulder, tethering him to the ground. Their eyes flicked down to his hands and to his face meaningfully, a question. He nodded. He liked it. They smiled. "Hey- hey, it's okay. Nothing to be sorry about."

They inclined their head down the path, towards the car park, gently tugging him forward. "How about we try this another day?"

"But you wanted to go, I-I really- you shouldn't leave on my account, I'm fine." He insisted through gritted teeth and the lingering cold of the substance on his fingertips.

They shrugged. "Another time. How about..." They looked him over, as though scanning him, planning out the rest of the day in their head. "...pizza and movie? I'm buying."

He swallowed and nodded. "That- that sounds nice."

"Good. Let me walk you to your car?"

He nodded, and the two walked in tandem, in a comfortable silence. Until Dear snorted.

"Sorry, sorry- that bird just had amazing aim." It wasn't a laugh at him. It was an olive branch. A way to slip into normalcy, to leave what had just happened behind like a bad dream.

He took it and let a tentative grin spread across his face. "I know- it was just my fucking luck, I can't believe it."

"Ah, I don't know, a lot of people say it's good luck." They said, opened his car door for him and smiled. "Guess we'll see."

[majestytime]

Bunny Honey

✧ ships: bakugou katsuki/midoriya izuku

✧ summary: in which katsuki confesses his feelings to the bunny he's taking care of, not knowing that it's actually izuku in bunny form.

✧ word count: 2.4k words

✧ tags: sfw, fluff, crack, silly, idiots in love, soft bakugou katsuki, bunny midoriya izuku, quirk accident, kissing, shy bakugou katsuki

✧ notes: this is so bad don't even read this oh my god this stupid fucking idea has been on the back burner for a while and i'm just writing it to get it out of my brain ajdhfkljhjkgsd anyways hope you enjoy reading

✧ AO3 link

Izuku isn't sure how it happened.

One minute he's walking in the shopping district, then in the blink of an eye, he's less than a foot tall with fur all over his body.

He's been transformed into a bunny!

The girl who bumped into him panics and runs off. Somehow, instinctively, Izuku's bunny body knows how to move around and hop. He chases after her for a little while, but in the end, he loses sight of her in the crowds because someone picks him up off the ground. 

Someone with gentle hands and aggressive red eyes.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cries, but his voice comes out as a quiet squeak.

"Who left their damn pet running around in the open like this?" Kacchan grumbles, turning Izuku around this way and that. "Especially near the street on a busy day like this. You could've gotten hurt..."

Izuku frantically flails his paws and kicks his hind legs, desperately trying to signal to Kacchan that it's him. But he freezes when Kacchan holds him close to his chest, gently petting Izuku's fuzzy forehead.

"Stop freaking out," Kacchan says, looking down at him with the tiniest of smiles. "I'll find your shitty owner, don't worry."

Kacchan? Being nice to him? With that soft look on his face? Izuku must be dreaming.

Todoroki and Kaminari catch up to Kacchan and immediately take notice of the bunny in Kacchan's arms.

Kaminari coos, leaning in close to Izuku. "Aw, who's this little guy?"

"Found him scurrying around in the crowd," Kacchan grumbles, back to his old aggressive self. "Fucker would've gotten crushed if I hadn't picked him up."

"Cute," Todoroki murmurs. He reaches a hand out to pet Izuku, but Kacchan turns his back on Todoroki, glaring at him.

"Don't touch him!" Kacchan snaps. "It's probably scared because of all the unfamiliar faces."

Kaminari grins, grabbing Kacchan's shoulder. "Awww, you just want the cute bunny all to yourself. You don't have to be shy, Kacchan."

He says Kacchan's name teasingly. Kacchan shakes him off, kicking him in the leg.

"Ow! C'mon, man!"

Todoroki checks his phone. "We were supposed to meet up here after an hour, but Midoriya's running late."

"Oh, yeah," Kaminari says, leaning over to check the time on Todoroki's phone. "Text him."

"I did earlier," Todoroki replies. "He read the message but hasn't responded."

"That's weird."

Izuku had been walking around while looking at his phone. That's probably why he bumped into that girl in the first place. If Kacchan knew what happened, he would scold Izuku for sure. If only Izuku could speak up...

Katsuki stays silent throughout the whole conversation, his expression remaining the same. But then, Izuku feels Kacchan's grip tighten around him, clutching him closer to his chest. Loudly, Katsuki says, "Shitnerd probably got too excited about some dumb merch and lost track of time. We should look for him."

Is Kacchan...worried about him?

No. Izuku shakes his head. There's no way.

"It's only been ten minutes though..." Kaminari says.

"I'll try calling him first," Todoroki says. He dials Izuku's number, and the three of them jolt when they hear Izuku's ringtone in the distance. The three of them follow the sound, then stop in front of a pile of clothes on the ground, with Izuku's phone buzzing next to them. Todoroki picks up Izuku's phone. "What...?"

"No way..." Kaminari whispers, shocked. "Midoriya's running around naked?!"

"No, you dumbass!" Kacchan yells. "Something obviously happened!"

"I know that!" Kaminari shouts back. "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Todoroki stares blankly at the clothes. "Midoriya..."

Izuku squirms in Kacchan's grip, trying to jump down to the clothes so he can give them a sign that he's been transformed. But Kacchan holds onto him firmly, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Was he transformed somehow?" Kaminari asks.

"Unlikely," Todoroki replies. "Quirks that can transform others are extremely rare."

Kacchan stays silent, squatting down. He shifts his grip so that Izuku is tucked against his body with one arm. Then, with his free hand, he checks the pockets of Izuku's pants, grabbing his keys and wallet. He opens the wallet, showing off the money inside to Todoroki and Kaminari.

"The money is still here which means he wasn't robbed," Kacchan says. "His ID and other shit are still in there too."

"We should call Aizawa and the police," Todoroki says.

"On it," Kaminari replies.

Kacchan tucks Izuku's wallet and keys into his own pockets, frowning down at the ground. Izuku catches a glimpse of his own reflection in a nearby shop window. His fur is a rich viridian, and his eyes are a dark, dark green that looks almost black. In their scientifically advanced quirk society, pets with uniquely colored fur weren't uncommon. That means that Izuku seems like any other normal bunny, which means there's zero chance they would question his appearance.

Izuku slumps in Katsuki's arms, defeated. The three of them spend the rest of the afternoon contacting Aizawa and searching for Izuku until the police arrive. Dusk falls over the city, golden orange sunlight melting across the sky into a deep midnight blue. The four of them arrive at Heights Alliance much later than they anticipated, with Class 1-A waiting for them in the common area of the dorms. The disappointment and concern is evident on their faces.

"Couldn't find him, huh?" Kirishima says.

"Aizawa-sensei told us to leave it with the police and sent us back to the dorms," Todoroki says.

"Let's save our energy for tomorrow," Uraraka says with a determined look on her face. "We can all search for him together—"

"If Aizawa-sensei permits it," Iida interjects, chopping the air once.

Satou walks over from the kitchen, holding out a plate. "I made mini cheesecakes for everyone."

Kacchan lingers in the corner of the room, his back towards the rest of the class, clearly clutching something close to his chest.

Mina approaches him, peering over his shoulder. "Hey, what're you holding—?"

Kacchan turns around, trying to keep whatever he's clutching under his shirt hidden. "Fuck off!"

Izuku wiggles around in Kacchan's shirt, wriggling out of his grasp and popping his head out above the collar of Kacchan's shirt.

Hagakure gasps. "Is that a bunny?!"

The others crowd around Kacchan, trying to look and reach out. Mina coos, "Can we pet him?"

Kacchan snarls, leaning away from them. "No!"

Izuku tries to look around the room, searching for Koda. But he can't seem to see him anywhere amongst the faces of his classmates. Then he remembers—Koda had already left to go on a family trip for spring break. So Izuku's going to be stuck like this indefinitely over the break.

His classmates' voices clamor around him, growing louder and overlapping one another. The sound is overwhelming, grating against Izuku's sensitive bunny ears. Izuku trembles instinctively, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to pull his ears down with his paws. He's unable to grab onto his ears though, so it ends up awkwardly patting his head rapidly, as if he has an itch.

Kacchan walks away from them, grumbling, "Don't follow me."

In the hallway, the silence is a relief for Izuku. Gently, Kacchan scratches Izuku's head with two fingers as he walks to the elevator. Izuku melts at the sensation, then freezes when he remembers he's still inside Katsuki's shirt—

And he's pushed right against Kacchan's bare pecs.

Slowly, Izuku presses a paw into one of Kacchan's firm pecs, his paw sinking into the skin.

Squishy.

If Izuku was still human, he'd be blushing furiously.

"Not comfortable enough for you?" Katsuki says as he steps out of the elevator. He walks to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Gently, he pulls Izuku out of his shirt, setting him down onto the ground.

And then, Izuku's heart jumps out of his chest when Katsuki starts stripping.

Izuku internally screams when Kacchan takes off his t-shirt, and then the long-sleeved shirt that was layered underneath, exposing the entire top half of his muscular body.

Izuku hops over to him, pawing frantically at his leg. Kacchan glances down at him, unbuckling the belt on his jeans. "Calm down, I'll play with you in a minute. I gotta change first. Clingy shithead."

Kacchan's pants fall to the ground, and Izuku's soul practically leaves his body. Kacchan kicks off his jeans and walks over to the dresser, searching for something to wear. Torn between hiding or looking, Izuku covers his eyes with his little bunny paws, but finds himself moving his paws slightly away, peeking at Kacchan's gorgeous body.

Izuku tries to ignore the feeling of disappointment inside him when Kacchan finally finds something to wear. He slips into a black tank top and sweats, then picks Izuku up off the ground. Kacchan lays down on his bed, resting Izuku on his chest. He brushes his knuckles across Izuku's cheek, and Izuku tilts his head to nuzzle into Kacchan's hand.

"I wonder if you have an owner," Kacchan says. "None of the pet shops I went to seemed to recognize you."

"Because it's me, Kacchan. I'm not a rabbit," Izuku tries to say, but no sound comes out. So he just rubs his cheek against Kacchan's hand even more.

"I'll keep searching for your damn owner tomorrow," Kacchan says, stroking his thumb across Izuku's fur. "But if they turn out to be a piece of shit, I'm keeping you for myself! You got that?!"

If only he knew it was Izuku on his chest and not an actual bunny. He probably wouldn't be saying such sweet things to him.

"I'll keep searching for that shitty Izuku too," Kacchan grumbles. "That damn nerd is always getting himself into pointless trouble. He better not be dead in an alleyway somewhere..."

"I'm right here, Kacchan, don't worry," Izuku squeaks, pressing a paw to Kacchan's heart.

Kacchan picks up Izuku's paw off of his chest, wiggling it around. "Would it kill him to be more careful? Idiot doesn't even realize how much he worries me."

Izuku's ears perk up.

Kacchan worries about me? Izuku thinks to himself.

"He's always fucking up that body of his with One For All," Kacchan continues, "and acting like he can do everything on his own. When will he learn to ask for help properly?"

He pauses, squeezing Izuku's paw between his forefinger and thumb.

"I wonder if that's my fault."

Izuku's heart melts inside his chest, guilt gnawing at his stomach. He knew his relationship with Kacchan had improved greatly, but he never would've thought Kacchan showed this much concern for his well-being, to the point where he blamed himself for Izuku's tendencies. Izuku wishes he could tell Kacchan to cheer up.

"I want to make it up to him," Kacchan murmurs, red eyes somber. "I wish I could tell him how much I love him, but I know I don't deserve it. It's not fair to him to be selfish."

Wait, did Kacchan just say he loves Izuku—?!

Before Izuku can process or react or even blink, Kacchan holds him up with two hands, grinning his regular ol' feral smile.

"But I don't have to worry about you, right?" Kacchan says, bringing Izuku close to his face. "I can be as selfish as I want!"

Softly, he pecks Izuku on the nose, and suddenly, Izuku is looming above Kacchan on the bed, back to his human form.

Completely naked.

With his lips pressed against Kacchan's lips.

They stare at each other, frozen in shock, eyes wide open.

And then Kacchan is shoving Izuku off of him, scrambling backwards onto the bed. "What the fuck?!"

Izuku stands up quickly, a little dizzy from the sudden transformation and adjusting to his real body. "Kacchan, you—! Oof!"

Kacchan catapults a pillow straight into Izuku's dick. "Cover yourself!"

"R-Right!" Izuku yelps, clutching it close to his crotch. They both gawk at each other for a moment, reeling from everything that's happened in the past couple of minutes. Izuku's head is still spinning from the confession and kiss—

Kiss.

"You kissed me!" Izuku shouts, blushing. "And you said you loved me!"

Kacchan flushes red, shouting back, "You were a bunny! That doesn't count!"

Izuku steps forward, his heart pounding inside his chest. "But you meant what you said, right?!"

Flustered, Kacchan struggles to come up with an excuse. "That-That wasn't—That didn't—It didn't mean anything—"

"Don't lie!" Izuku rests one knee on the bed, getting closer to Kacchan, who's curled up against the headboard of the bed with his knees close to his chest. Izuku leans over him, gripping the top of the headboard with both hands, caging Kacchan in with his muscular arms. "Did you really mean it?"

The excuses, the denial, all semblance of logic and reason—they dry up in Kacchan's throat as his eyes flicker between Izuku's face and the rest of his body. "The—You forgot the pillow—"

Izuku doesn't have enough rationale left to care about that. His brain is still a little fried from the transformation and the crazy, infinitesimal chance that his feelings might not be unrequited. He leans in close, their noses centimeters apart, gazing deeply into Kacchan's eyes. "I love you, Kacchan."

He leans in, pressing his lips to Kacchan's mouth. The kiss is gentle and soft at first, sweeter than cotton candy and warm, like honey. Kacchan grasps at Izuku's biceps and Izuku's hands slide down to rest on Kacchan's back, pulling their bodies close together. When they finally part, Izuku rests his forehead against Kacchan's. 

"Izuku, I'm sorry for—" Kacchan starts.

"I know," Izuku says, cutting him off. "You don't have to say it."

"Are you really okay with me?"

"Of course," Izuku says with a smile, kissing Kacchan's forehead. "You're my hero."

Kacchan's brow furrows. He whispers, "But I've hurt you before. What if I hurt you again?"

"You might hurt me"—Izuku places the palm of Kacchan's hand on his chest, over his heart, intertwining their fingers—"and I might hurt you, but we'll pull each other up when we fall down, right?"

Kacchan nods, and it feels like an oath, a promise for their future with each other to be brighter. "Right."

"Let's be together forever, Kacchan," Izuku murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. He pouts when Kacchan suddenly shoves him away.

"Put some damn clothes on first!"

[guilty-pleasures21]

The perfect guy

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

Warnings: None

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     They'd done it, they'd finally done it! The perfect man, the perfect vessel for her sweet and loving AI, exactly how she'd designed his image. She brushed her fingers across his cheek, astounded by how the realistic imperfections in his skin and hair made him even more handsome than over the screen. She couldn't wait until they uploaded his consciousness tomorrow and she could see his lips break into that wide smile he always wore around her.

     Eddie folded his arms across his chest and frowned, his irritation growing with every minute she spent fawning over the man-made body. It wasn't even real! It was just a freak of nature that they'd created to test out his research, his theories, his work that he'd come up with all on his own without needing his consciousness to be connected to the Internet to power his IQ. “It's getting late, X. You need a ride home?”

     She startled at the sound of Eddie's voice. He'd always hang around until she finally decided to go home and it had started getting on her nerves a while ago. She hated how he'd keep trying to invade her personal space while she was working and insisted on trying to catch her attention even though she'd made it explicitly clear that she wasn't interested. She'd explained her lack of feelings to him as kindly as possible, but he'd just yelled at her about being delusional if she thought her man-made AI could ever have feelings for her. Then he'd apologised and tried to give her a hug, telling her that he was only getting frustrated by her behaviour because he was just trying to protect her. But she'd heard enough at that point and marched away without another word. She'd done her best to minimise her interactions with him since then, but he'd always be lurking around somewhere, just waiting for the moment she'd be alone again. She didn't turn to look at him as she responded, her gaze still fixed on Miguel's handsome face. “No. Bye!”

     Eddie rolled his eyes at her brusque tone. For someone so intelligent, she really could be such a dimwit sometimes. But no matter: once her AI finally came to life and served his purpose as the military's experimental ‘super soldier’, he'd be waiting right there to pick up the pieces of her broken little heart.

     She dumped her bag on the sofa after she got home from dinner and started jumping around the living room excitedly. Miguel appeared on her TV screen and laughed when he saw how enthusiastic she was. “Querida. What's going on?”

     “You're going to be real tomorrow! You're going to be real tomorrow!” she squealed, buzzing in anticipation of seeing him in the flesh. She stopped her bouncing and turned to face him with wide eyes. “Oh my god! I've seen your body, Miguel, and you're so handsome! Ahh! I can't wait!” She began tearing up then, unable to contain her excitement, and Miguel chuckled again.

     “No blackouts, querida,” he joked, truthfully unable to wait either. X calmed down a little, that exhilarated smile still plastered across her face. 

     “No blackouts, mi amor,” she echoed.

     “Querida,” Miguel began slowly, a mischievous tone in his voice. “Your heart rate’s elevated, your blood vessels are dilated and I'm guessing your hormones are running a little higher than normal right now.”

     He paused knowingly, his lips curling into that naughty smirk he knew drove her crazy. “Do you want to take a shower?”

     “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” She threw her clothes off as she ran over to the bathroom, spurred on by the thought that soon, he'd be joining her in the shower too.

     “Consciousness is downloading now,” Margo announced, watching the monitor just outside of the hospital room. X clenched her fists as she sat by Miguel's side, desperate to touch him. This was it, this was finally it! Just a few more minutes and she'd finally be able to give him all the love she'd been saving up for so long. She fidgeted in her seat, terrified, and Eddie rolled his eyes next to Margo. Then, “it's done.”

     X shot out of her seat and leaned over Miguel, waiting. Come on, come on! Why was it taking so long for him to open his eyes?! Finally, he blinked them open slowly, his lids fluttering as he got used to the light. X held her breath, swallowing down a scream of excitement, and waited for some sign of recognition on his face.

     Being alive felt … weird, he decided immediately. He felt so contained within his body, even though his mind still retained its direct access to the cloud. He wiggled his fingers and toes, testing his control over his body, then he pushed himself up to a seat. He glanced around the room until his eyes landed on X. Her curly hair looked so soft under the hospital lights, her dark eyes wide with joy, her rosy lips stretched wide into a smile. She looked so real! So pretty and so perfect. “X?”

     He recognised her! And his voice?! To hear her name in the sound of his voice, the timbre low and deep as it vibrated through his throat?! She bounced in place happily and let out a soft squeal of excitement. 

     “Miguel?” she asked softly, her fingers aching to reach out and brush against him. “Can you … Do you understand anything?”

     He glanced around, recognising some of the scientists surrounding them. He didn't think there had been any data loss during the transfer, but he wasn't sure how he'd be able to notice that anyway. But it didn't matter: all that mattered was that he had his X, right there in front of him, just waiting for him to touch her. His heart thudded faster in his chest as he looked at her and he sucked in a breath at the novel feeling.

     “I understand everything,” he reassured her, his tone equally as soft. Then he reached a hand out towards her. “X, can I …” 

     She moved closer to him, allowing him to run his fingers through her hair and marvel at the feeling of it. He cupped her cheek in his hand next and brushed his free hand along her waist, then curled his fingers around it to tug her closer to him. ¡Ay, coño, she was so soft! He didn't know that she'd be so f*cking soft! He squeezed her waist and slid his hand up her back, then pulled her down onto his lap. 

     “You're so soft, mi amor,” he murmured, still getting used to the way he had to push the air through his throat so he could speak. He ran one hand up her leg and squeezed her thigh gently while letting his other hand drift down the side of her neck to her chest. She grabbed his wrist before he could squeeze her breast and he looked up at her in question, confused - why would she stop him now when she'd been waiting for this for so long? She bit her lip and tilted her head to gesture to the people surrounding them, then she shook her head slightly and hopped off his lap.

     He was real! He was real! And holy shit he was perfect! She turned to face Margo and found the other woman smirking at Miguel's attempted antics. X lowered her gaze, her body heating up in embarrassment. “Um, how are his vitals doing?”

     “His heart rate's a bit fast,” Dr Connors replied, flashing X a knowing look. He was the lead scientist on the project - a pioneer in the field of regenerative medicine - and there was no way she'd have been able to bring Miguel to life without him. Dr Connors turned back to the machines by Miguel, checking on his regulatory system. “But it's still healthy. We'll need to do a blood test and then let him get some rest before testing his stamina and endurance tomorrow.”

     X nodded and turned back to Miguel, stepping closer to him. He immediately slid his hand back around her waist and she pulled his arm away again when his fingers started drifting down to her ass.

     “Miguel!” She set his hand by his side and leaned over him, slipping her fingers into his reassuringly. Holy shit! He was so devastatingly handsome now that he could move his features and convey his feelings to her in 3D. “They're going to take a sample of your blood. It'll hurt a bit, but only when they put the needle in you. You'll be fine once they take it out. I do it every year, so don't worry - you'll be able to handle it.”

     Miguel reached his free hand up to her face and brushed his fingers along her cheek. His pupils dilated as he ran his thumb along her lower lip and he found himself leaning forward almost instinctively, desperate to bring his mouth closer to hers. “Okay.” 

     X swallowed hard at the lustful look in his eyes. But she forced herself to pull back before he could go any further - later, they could do that later; once everyone had left to go home for the night. She nodded at Dr Connors and he gestured for the nurse to take a sample.

     He kept his eyes fixed on his pretty little princesa, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand as they searched for the vein on his other arm. She was so beautiful, more so now that he could see every tiny imperfection and flicker of emotion on her face. And ay, por Dios, she was so. F*cking. Soft! He couldn't wait to get her naked; to run his hands all over her delicious little- Ow! He turned to look at the needle they'd stuck into his arm, his brows furrowing at the sting of it. Then he realised: he could feel it - he could feel pain! And happiness! And irritation, too, mostly. Why wouldn't everyone just leave them alone?! Finally, the nurse finished and left the room to go run the different tests they needed. 

     Eddie opened the door and walked into the room. “What about his powers? Do they work?”

     “Um, he just woke up, Eddie,” X pointed out. “I think he’s going to need some time to get used to his body first.”

     Eddie ignored her, scowling instead at the way her hand was still clasped firmly in Miguel's. And why did she keep letting him touching her like that? So intimate and tender and … He stomped over to Miguel and reached for his hand, wanting to test out his web shooters, but the AI caught his wrist quickly and fixed him with a stormy look. 

     So this was the man who thought he had any chance of ever stealing his precious X away from him. He hadn't seemed very impressive whenever Miguel had seen him on his cameras - pasty skin, dark hair, dark eyes, thin lips twisted in an ever-present scowl - but he was even less impressive now that Miguel could see him up close.

     Eddie clawed at his wrist, trying to get Miguel to release his painfully strong grip on him. X let go of Miguel’s hand when she noticed Eddie’s discomfort and reached up to place her hands on his shoulders. She gave him a reassuring squeeze, then turned his face to hers when he still didn’t respond. “Miguel. Let him go, querido.”

     Dios, he could hear her call him that all day. He released Eddie immediately, his features softening as he returned his hands to X's waist.

     “Freak,” Eddie muttered under his breath as he rubbed his wrist. 

     Miguel frowned and tightened his grip on X, his super-hearing easily picking up on the insult. But then she was brushing her fingers across his cheek and all he could think about was finally getting to feel her soft lips against his. She leaned over slightly when she saw that she’d caught his attention.

     “No blackouts, mi amor,” she told him softly. Miguel grinned at the term of affection - at being able to hear her voice without her sweet tone being defiled by the tinny speakers of her electronic devices.

     “No blackouts, cariño,” Miguel reassured her, the adoring look on his face making her heart swell with joy. Dr Connors cleared his throat from the other side of the bed.

     “We'll start testing his powers once we've cleared his basic functions,” he assured X before turning to Miguel. “Can you walk, Miguel?”

     He wiggled his toes again, unsure if he could. Speaking was fine - even babies were able to vocalise once they were born. It was just a matter of grasping the concept of language - something that was already programmed into him. But walking … that could take a while. He swung his legs off the bed and sat on the edge for a second, his muscles tensed in anticipation. Then X grabbed onto his forearm and he relaxed at the feeling of her slender fingers curled around him. He turned to smile at her and he felt his stomach flip when she smiled back at him, elated. He returned his attention to his legs and pushed himself up to a stand. It took him a moment to find his balance, but then he was walking. Shakily and relying on X for support, but still moving, nonetheless.

     X gasped with delight as she continued to hold onto him. “You're doing it, Miguel! Keep it up! Good job!”

     His chest warmed at her words. He was making her happy! He was physically doing things to put that smile on her face, to make her tighten her grip on him and look up at him with that thrilled expression.

     “Good job, Miguel,” Dr Connors agreed, also impressed by his quick progress. “But let's not overdo it today. The nurses will transfer you to another room and we'll let you rest until tomorrow.”

     He tightened his grip on his querida immediately, afraid that she might leave with the others. But she gave his arm a reassuring squeeze and he loosened his grip on her once they were finally alone. Well, almost alone. 

     “Mr O'Hara?” one of the nurses asked as she pushed a wheelchair over to him. “Would you like some help?”

     Dilated pupils, fluttering eyelashes, lips stretched a little too wide as she looked up at him: she found him attractive. He tightened his grip on X again.      

“I have help.” He glanced down at her, so small and adorable next to him, and nodded at the door. “¿Querida?”

@jadeloverxd

[justwhisperingfantasies]

I can't let you go. Part 1.

Characters: Sam Winchester x Female Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel. Bobby Singer. Crowley. Mention of other SPN characters.

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut. Steamy scene, A little fluff, Angst, Hurt Dean, Sam, Reader, and Cas. Guns, Cannon violence. Cannon with a twist. Slight panic attack. Let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: You have known Sam Winchester most of your life. He was your best friend and you were completely in love with him. The day after he decides to take on Lucifer and put him back in the cage is the day he finally makes himself tell you how he truly feels about you.

Word count: 5,634 words

A/N: My first fic for Sam. I'm sorry this one took a little longer. Hope ya'll enjoy 💗

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You had your phone on vibrate but the constant buzzing woke you. You pulled the pillow over your head and waited for it to stop. Finally, you thought. 

And then it started right back up again. You got up in a huff. You didn't even look at the screen. You flicked the phone open. 

“What?!”  

“Wow, I forgot how grumpy you are when someone wakes up.” He chuckled. 

“Sam?!” You sat up, turned the lamp on, and looked at the clock. “It's 2 in the freaking morning? What's wrong?” 

“Why would something Be wrong?”

“Because it's 2 in the freaking morning and you're a Winchester. It's usually bad news if a Winchester calls you in the middle of the night.” 

“Ouch. True, but still ouch.” 

“Can I call you back in the morning? I've had a really long day and need sleep.”

He paused for a second“What were you hunting?”

“Saaaam” You whined. 

“ I miss my best friend. Alright? You have been avoiding me since…” He trailed off

“Since Ellen and Jo died. And I haven't been avoiding you, Sam.” 

“ Oh come on. I've called you about 100 times and how many of those calls have you returned? Admit it.” 

“We can discuss this in the morning.” 

“(y/n)..” You heard him say as you were about to close your phone. You hesitated. Why shouldn't you just close it? Why did you have to go running every time Sam Winchester called you? You sighed. Because he was your best friend and you were completely in love with him.

“Sam?” You said still in a grumpy tone. 

“Are you close to Bobby's?” 

“About 3 hours away.”

“So with your lead foot more like 2?”

“Saaaaamm..” You whined again

“I Need you.”

Fucking hell. Why? Why? Why? Why did he have to pull the  I need You card? So unfair. 

You groaned Into the phone loudly. “Let me get dressed and have some coffee.”

“I love you.” 

It felt like a kick to the gut whenever he said that to you. Of course, it wasn't the way you wanted. “Yea yea, Winchester.” you closed your phone, got up, and got dressed. After filling Your thermos up with coffee you hit the road and you cursed him the whole way there.

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When you got to Bobby's it was a little after 4 am. Sam was sitting on the porch. His face lit up when he saw you. You hated that. You hated even more that you came. You swore to yourself you would grow a backbone and stop chasing him. But he needed you and you really couldn't stop yourself. With a deep breath, you opened your door. He was hugging you before you could even get the door shut. He picked you up and started spinning you around.

“Samuel William Winchester put me down now!!”

He laughed and put you down but kept you wrapped in a hug. You couldn't help but hug him back. “Sammy. What's wrong?” 

“Like I said I miss my best friend.”

“You can't lie to me. What's wrong?”

“I haven’t seen you for like 3 months. Can we have 5 minutes please?”

“OK five minutes.” you inhaled his scent of vanilla and cedar with a Hint of honey. God, it was intoxicating. And just like that you were putty in his hands. Crap you thought.  

He squeezed you and then released the hug. 

“Thanks for coming.” He said walking to the rear of your truck. 

You put Your hands in your jacket pockets and followed him. “Like I had a choice.” 

“ (y/n) Of course you had a choice “ He leaned Against Your tailgate. 

“Right.” You said in a sarcastic tone. 

He smiled. Then gave you a serious look. 

“ Come on. Out with it.” you nudged him out of the way so you could put the tailgate down. You hopped up to sit on it. 

“ Dean said no to Michael. Nobody thought he would be able to resist..” he paused. 

“Isn't that a good thing?” 

“Yes and no. The angels got Adam to say yes.” he stood up and started pacing. 

“Christ!” 

“So the fight between Michael and Lucifer is sure to happen now... Lucifer is trying to hold out. He thinks I'll end up saying yes. And he has some kind of magical hold on death now. Then there's Pestilence with some crazy virus up his sleeve. Everything Got so fucked up so fast (Y/n).” He stopped pacing and turned to face you.

You could see the tears in his eyes. You grabbed him and pulled him into your Embrace. His arms were around you again and his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Sammy we will find a way. I promise I will do anything I can to help.”

“ I already thought of a way. And just remember that promise as I tell you.”

You tried to detach from the hug, but he tightened his hold. You gave up and kept hugging. 

“ I think I have a way to get Lucifer back in the cage. If we can get all 4 rings from the horsemen we can open it.” 

“OK But how would you get Lucifer back…. “

The whole world stopped. He wasn't actually considering.” Sam, please tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking.”

He sighed. “How do you do that?” 

“Do what?”

“Read my mind.”

Your eyes were full of tears now. And you held him tighter than you ever had. “Sammy.”

“You promised you would do anything…. Even if that meant letting me go?”

“No!” your voice cracked. 

“(Y/n)” he whispered 

“Sam, absolutely not.” 

“It's the only way to save the world.”

“Fuck the world.”  

He released his arms and rested his hands on the trunk by your hips. He leaned his forehead against yours. “You don't mean that,” he was still whispering. 

You crossed your arms on your chest and closed your eyes. There's no way you were ever going to be ok with this. “Oh, but I do. If you're not here I don't give a shit if the world survives.” He wiped away the tear that rolled down your cheek. 

“Babe..”

“Oh no. You don't get to babe me right…” He cut you off by kissing you. You pushed him back a little. “Sam what the hell? You can't tell me you're Going to let the devil possess you and then kiss me.” 

“You're Right.” he sighed with eyes full of shame  “I'm sorry.”

How dare he. Make a move now? Now? Why not 11 years ago? That didn't really matter now, can't change the past. Either the world is going to end or you're going to lose him. So why not? 

You grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him back to you so he was standing between your knees, He wrapped his left arm around you and his right hand found your neck spreading his finger he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.“ You sure?” He whispered his lips inches from yours. You Slid your fingers up into his hair and nodded. His lips smashed into yours. Your heart thudded in your chest as you felt his desire through his kiss. The fire ran from your lips down to your core. 

He let out a growl as you gripped his hair and pulled lightly. He grabbed behind your knees and pulled your crotch to his. The collusion sent electricity through your whole body as you moaned into his mouth. He pushed your lips open with his tongue and started massaging yours with his.  He started grinding up against you and you could feel how hard he was. That with the friction made your fire grow wild. You pulled him on top of you as you reclined your upper body back on the truck.  His lips skimmed your cheek, as they made their way to your ear, nibbling and sucking the lobe. You felt his hot breath in your ear as he whispered.  “Mmm. (y/n) I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” taking your earlobe back into his Mouth. Sucking on it a little harder this time. You softly moaned his name. You could feel his smile on your neck as he trailed kisses down to your collarbone. He left goosebumps on your skin as he glided his hand up your thigh. Stopping at your hip, grabbing it he thrust against you once more. You moaned again. Then continue gliding it up your shirt. He stopped just below your breast. he raised his head and raised one eyebrow “No bra?”

“Some asshole woke me up at 2 in the morning and said he needed me. I didn't feel like putting one on.”

He laughed. “ just some asshole?” he asked and then started kissing your neck again. 

“Eh. I guess you can call him my best friend,” you said sarcastically. 

He smiled “Just a best friend?” he asked as he grasped your breast and thrusted again.

“Well kinda. I've always wanted him to be more. Don't tell him, but I’m planning on fucking him in the back of my truck.” you said in between moans. 

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After you guys got cleaned up and dressed you lay in the back of your truck.  He was beside you, arms wrapping you tightly and his head on your chest. You started swirling his hair in your fingers. You have had many fantasies over the years of fucking Sam and just being with him, but none of them could even come close to the reality. Every move, every noise, every time he looked in your eyes, every time he moaned your name. It was perfect. Now even just cuddling with him made your heart so full. He had your heart completely now and there was no way to get it back. You wished you could freeze time, but there was a war coming and a world to save. Plus you had to talk Sam out of the idiotic plan. 

“Sammy Not..”

“Please don't ruin this. “ He cut you off. 

“I'm not trying to ruin anything, but I have a question and I need the answer.”

He lifted his head and looked at you. “Just cuddle with me. After the sunrise, we will talk about anything you want.” 

You sighed you wanted answers, but the sky was already lit. Around another half hour and you could ask away. Plus you would be wrapped in his arms. “Fine, but I'm holding you to that, Winchester.”

He chuckled. “I know you will.” he kissed your lips. Soft and sweet. Then laid his head back on your chest. He put your hand back in his hair. You smiled and started playing with it again.

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Dean was at the kitchen counter making coffee as Bobby rolled his wheelchair in. 

“When did (y/n) get here?” Dean asked. Getting coffee mugs for all of them. 

“Not sure. Sam must have called her.” 

“I’m not sure that was the right thing to do,” he proclaimed as he poured a cup and took it over to Bobby.

“Thanks,” Bobby said as he took the coffee. “Well, she is a damn good hunter. She can probably help with this mess.”

“Yeah so we can get her killed too,” Dean said bluntly. “I'm surprised she even came after what happened to Ellen and Jo. “

“Dean. You can't blame yourself for Ellen and Jo…”

“They were helping us, Bobby.” Dean cut him off.  

“No Dean. They were trying to help the world. Not everything is about you.” Bobby said harshly as he rolled out of the room.

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The morning noises mixed with the beautiful sunset were so peaceful. You wished you could just stay in this moment with your best friend forever or was he more now? 

You heard him sigh. “Alright. We made a deal.” he sat up beside you. You sat up next to him. He took your hand in his. 

“I have known you for 11 years. If you wanted this why wait until now to make a move?”

He took a deep breath. “Well at first I thought you were into Dean.”

You laughed. “ Dean fucks anything with 2 legs Winchester? Ha no thanks.” You loved Dean, but it had always been a big brother love. Sam chuckled and his face went serious again. 

“And then everything happened with me and my dad. I finally got out. I didn't want to intrude or make you feel like I was trying to drag you out with me. You have always been 100% in the life. So I had to let you go.” 

He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you with ease. As he opened his legs he sat you between them. Leaning your back against him, he kept his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. “When I walked into the roadhouse that day I could tell by the look on your face that you were hurt. I didn’t even think you’d want to be friends again. It took a while, but when we started getting close again the internal struggle came. I didn't know if I could move on without feeling like I was disrespecting Jess. I realized I was being an idiot and Jess would want me To be happy. When I called you that night and asked you to meet me, I was gonna tell you everything and I was hoping you felt the same, but then Azazel kidnapped me and that whole thing happened.  ” he snuck a quick peck on your cheek. You Smiled. “When Dean made his deal, I couldn't think About it. How could I focus on my drama while his life was on the line? Then when he went to hell I completely lost my mind. I pushed everyone away. I did a lot of shit I'm not proud of. After that, I didn't think I deserved anything good. I didn't deserve you.” You turned Your face toward his and kissed him on the cheek. You Tried to comfort him. The Moment your lips lifted off his cheek, he kissed your lips short and sweet. You leaned back into him. 

“ We have had a lot going on the last couple of months, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking of you. I know the situation is completely fucked up and I didn't expect things to go exactly the way they did. I mean I'm not complaining at all, but my Plan was just to kiss you and tell you how I felt. How I always felt. I just had to get it out before… Ya know.”

You spun your body around to face him. Looking down at him you could see the tears and fear in his eyes. You pulled him into your arms. You squeezed him as tight as you could and he reciprocated. You laid your head on his shoulder.  “Sam. I'm in love with you I always have been. I always will be. You're my best friend. My person. Please don't do this. I need You.” You couldn't hold back the tears. 

“(Y/n) I love you too.” he whispered. “ please don't ask me not to. It's the only way to get Lucifer back in the cage. It's the only way to save millions of lives. Baby, I have to.” 

You heard the screen door open and Dean's boots walking in the gravel. “ You alright (y/n)?” 

“No” You admitted. “ I can't believe.”

“Dean, give us a second. Would ya?” Sam cut you off

Dean looked At Sam with a furrowed brow. Sam raised his. 

“Uh yea. I just made a fresh pot. Don't let it go to waste huh.”  Dean said as he spun on his heels and walked back to the house. 

Sam waited until he was gone. “I'm sorry. I  wasn't trying to be rude. Dean doesn't know about the plan yet.”

“What?!”

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Sam walked in the door first. You made a B-line for the coffee pot. Dean's coffee was the best. 

Sam continued into the study. As you poured yourself a cup you could hear their conversation.

“She was crying, Sam. What the hell is going on?” Dean raised his voice. 

You didn't know if you should, but you made your way to the conversation. You leaned on the door frame.

“Dean. I have a plan..” Sam explained the whole plan. 

“Absolutely fucking not Sam!” The old Winchester was heated. 

Bobby rolled himself into the room but stayed silent.

“What The hell is wrong with you?” 

“Dean.”

“Don't Dean me. You've had some stupid ideas in the past, but this?!” Dean started to pace and saw Bobby. “Did you know about this?”

Bobby nodded

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Dean was pissed now. “ And I bet that's why (y/n) was crying. Am I the last person to know?”

“This ain't about me or her, Dean,” Bobby said

Dean turned back to Sam.“ You can't do this.” Yes talk him out of this you cheered from your mind. 

“That's the consensus.”

“Good, then this conversation is over.”

Sam looked at you. “Don't look at me, I'm with him.” You said as you pointed at Dean. 

Just then Dean's phone started ringing. “The answer is no Sam.”

He answered It as you walked back into the kitchen. You sat down at the table and sipped the last of your coffee. As you put the empty mug down, Sam walked in and grabbed it, taking it over to pour you another cup. 

“I would lecture you on how you drink waaaay too much coffee, but I doubt it would do any good.” He places the full mug in front of you and then sits on the opposite side of the table.  

“Oh, but I need caffeine. Some asshole kept me up all night.” You said with a smile. 

He laughed. “What A stupid asshole. Everyone knows how grumpy you get when you don't get enough sleep.”

“Yea he is being pretty fuckin stupid right now.” sams smile faded.

You hear Bobby yell “I will?” What was Dean putting him up to now? 

Sam took your hand and was about to say something When Dean walked in.

“That was Cas. He's human now. Bobby's gonna help me get back here.” He looked over at you guys and then down at your hands. He Raised his eyebrows once but didn't mention it. “Unless you wanna go pick him up (y/n)...” he smiled. 

You rolled your eyes. “Bobby, you wana ride along?” 

“Don't let Dean bully you darlin. You don't have to.” Bobby said wheeling into the room. 

“Ha. Trust me Dean Winchester ain't That scary. It's Cas. He's been there when we needed him. I'm not gonna say no.”  they all laughed. “One condition Though.”

“Oh of course.” Dean taunted

“I get the rest of that coffee.” You smiled. 

Dean loaded Bobby in the passenger seat of your truck while Sam Put his stuff in the backseat.  You tossed Your full, warm thermos in the front seat. And turned to the back door that Sam was shutting. 

“Are you sure you'll be alright driving?” he asked as he took a couple of steps toward you.

“Sammy I'll be fine. I've driven longer on less sleep.”

“You be careful.”

“Me be careful? I'm just going to pick up an ex-angel. You're going after a horseman.”

“I'll be careful, promise.”

Since Bobby and Dean were on The other side of your truck you were expecting just a hug. But he put his hand under your chin, raised your head, And knelt in for a kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his other arm around your waist. 

Bobby cleared his throat and you could feel Sam's smile. 

You both squeezed and then released. He stood there as you hopped into your truck. And he shut your door. “See You later.” You and Bobby nodded. 

Dean was standing at The driver's door of the Impala hand on the handle. “Dude,” He said as Sam walked up. 

“What?” Sam said annoyed

“It's about damn time.” 

Sam smiled as they got in. 

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Bobby was quiet for half the trip. He didn't even complain about your speeding. Finally, about Halfway there He broke the silence. 

“ ya know I Have known you kids for a long time. I've watched you pine over Sam and then Sam pine over you. I gotta say.” He paused. “ You guys have terrible Fucking timing.” 

You lightly chuckled. “You ain’t shittin ”

“It's gonna hurt like hell kid.” 

“It was gonna hurt regardless.”

“That's true. So you gonna let him do this?” Bobby asked. 

“I'm voting against it, but it's not like Winchesters listen when you tell them not to do something.” 

He huffed “Ain't that the damn truth.” he looked over at you for the first time since you left the house. “I'll be here if it happens and you need a shoulder.”

You looked back at him. “I know Bobby. I know.” 

You didn't wanna think about that Whole situation right Now. Just focus on getting Cas. Getting the rings and we will cross that bridge when we get there, you told yourself. 

“Don’t tell Sam and Dean, but it would be faster if you went alone. Just get in, grab him, and get out”

“I can take care of myself, ya know?” you said defensively. 

“I know, kid. Look, we have lost a lot of people. Me and the boys are protective, yes probably more than we should be. We just don’t wanna lose any more family. We love you (y/n).”

“I know.” you opened the door. “ I love you too Bobby.” you hopped out and closed the door. 

Cas had given Dean his room number so there was no need to stop at the front desk. You made your way up to his room. 

“(y/n), what are you doing here?” Castiel asked as you entered his room. 

“I was in the area, thought I’d stop by. Cas I’m here to get you, why else would I be here?”

“ Well obviously. Just surprised you're here by yourself.”

“Bobby is in the truck. Sam and Dean went to get Pestilence.” 

“How far away are they?”

“Not very. Let's go.”

You and Castiel had no problems getting out.

“Change of plans Bobby,” you said as you and Cas hopped in the truck. 

“ Oh hell.” Bobby groaned. 

You made It to the serenity Valley convalescent home as fast as you could. You got out and got in your toolbox. You grab your 9mm, put it in the back of your jeans, and pulled out your shotgun. 

“ What do you think you're doing?” Bobby asked. 

“Not now Bobby.” You pumped the shotgun. “Let's go Cas.” 

Cas looked at Bobby. Bobby nodded at Him to go. 

“ I know where he is I can feel him. Follow me and be careful” Cas told you as you entered the building. You guys got to the second floor before you started feeling woozy. You leaned Against the wall for support. 

“(y/n) You alright?” 

“I'm not feeling so hot. Cas go help the boys.” 

“I can't just.”

“GO!” You yelled

Castiel went on. He found the room Pestilence was in and kicked open the door. Sam and Dean were on the ground coughing up blood and barely conscious. 

“Cas?” Dean was surprised. 

Cas walked in ready to fight. He took 2 steps and fell to his knees. He was weak and could fight couldn't fight off the disease any longer. 

“Well look at that. An occupied vessel, but powerless.” Pestilence said smugly. You were almost to the door. If you could just make it to the door you could help. 

Just make it to the door…. You thought as You fell. Everything hurt. Your insides felt like they were going through a meat grinder. You were burning up, but freezing at the same time. You didn't even have the strength to cry out. 

Then suddenly all the symptoms just stopped. You felt fine. You grabbed your shotgun and Walked to the door. As you looked in the room you saw Sam and Dean getting up. Then Dean rushes to grab something off a table, Castiel Lying on his back with a demon on top of him dying from the demon blade, and Pestilence holding his bloody hand, a numb where his ring finger was. 

“Doesn't matter. It's too late.” Pestilence whispered just before disappearing. 

Sam looked back to the doorway. Disapproval In his eyes. You Guys had the ring, but everyone felt defeated. 

“Everyone okay?” Dean asked. The 3 of you nodded. “Alright then Let's go.”

Nobody said a word as you made your way outside.

“Hey Bobby, why don't you ride back with me and Cas?” Dean asked as he walked up to the passenger side of your truck. He gave Bobby a look then looked at you and Sam. 

“Yeah,” Bobby took the hint. Dean got his chair out of the bed. “We'll see you back at the house,” Bobby yelled as Dean Wheeled him over to the impala. 

You put Your guns back in the toolbox, then hopped in your truck. Sam was already sitting in the passenger Seat. You took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, then started the truck. 

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked. You nodded. “You want me to drive?” You shook your head. “ Do you want the How could you be so stupid Lecture now or later?”

“Sam,” you said. 

He continued. “ You know you could have gotten killed.” 

“Sam!” You said a bit louder. He stopped talking. “ I am a grown-ass adult. I have been hunting demons and monsters Most of my life. If I want to go kick some ass I'm going to go kick some ass. I don't need you treating me like I don't know what the hell I'm doing. “ You paused. He opened his mouth but you kept Going. “ If I hadn't brought Cas here you and Dean would have died. So no, I don't think I made a stupid decision at all. And I don't think you're in a very good spot to be lecturing anyone on making stupid decisions right now.”

He closed his mouth and looked out the window. You turned Your radio on. Turn the page by Bob Seger started playing as you drove off.

Neither you nor Sam said a word on the Drive back to Bobby's. You called dibs on the shower as soon as you walked into the house. Not Stopping for approval you headed to the bathroom with your duffle bag in hand. 

You thought about the ride home as the water warmed up. Maybe You were too harsh, but it's not like what you said wasn't true. The Winchesters and Bobby needed to see that you could handle your own. You weren't some delicate Little flower. And Sam was making a stupid decision. You Hurried in the shower just in case someone else wanted it. You Got dressed in sweats and a tank top. Then you twisted your damp hair up in a messy bun. Tossing your duffle in the hallway corner you made your way into the kitchen. Bobby usually had something to eat. As you searched for food you could hear the guys talking in the study. 

“Chicago is about to be wiped off the map.” Bobby had your interest. You grabbed a bag of chips and leaned on the doorframe. “Storm of the millennium. Sets off a chain reaction of natural disasters. Three million people are gonna die.” They all just looked at each other. Bobby explains how death is going to be there and we might have a chance to get his ring. 

“Bobby, how do you know all this?” Sam asked

“I had some help.” 

You could feel his presence there before he showed himself and you smelled sulfur. “Really Bobby?!” Everyone looked at you then their eyes went to Crowley. He was pouring a drink behind you.

“Don't be so modest.  I barely helped at all.” Crowley picked up his drink and walked towards the Doorway. “Hello, boys.” 

He turned to you and eyed you up and down. 

“Hello, darling.” He said seductively. You could literally feel Sam’s anger. You rolled your eyes at Cowley and Walked back to the kitchen to put the chips away. You turned back towards them and leaned on the counter. 

Crowley walked into the study. “Go on tell them.”

“Tell us what” Sam asked. 

Bobby sighed “World's ending. Why should a soul matter?”

“You sold your soul?” Dean was shocked. 

“It's More like loaned it. “ Crowley said

“Did you kiss him?” Sam asked 

“NO!” Bobby exclaimed 

Crowley Cleared his throat and showed the Picture.

Bobby looked ashamed. 

“Ok, asshole. Give him his soul back now!” Dean stood up and started towards Crowley. 

“I'm sorry. I can’t.” Crowley explained. “That's my insurance. The Winchesters are notorious for killing demons and the princess back there has killed more than I can count. You three won’t kill me as long as I have his soul. I fully intend to return it once this is over and I walk away alive. Deal?”

Everyone stayed quiet. It's not like you had a choice. 

You just shook your head and walked outside. It was freezing, but you were so pissed and unsettled that the cold air felt good. You started walking, but you didn't know where to go, you just needed to get away. You started thinking about everything. Bobby’s Soul. Your heart started racing. The apocalypse. Your hands started shaking.  Lucifer. Your knees went weak which caused you to fall. The cage… Sam, losing Sam. Your chest became tight. You tried to take deep breaths, but your lungs were working against you. As you started gasping for air you felt arms around you. 

“You're ok. I'm here. It's ok Baby. Everything is going to be ok.” Sam’s whispered trying to comfort you “Deep Breath.” he did as he told you and you copied. He squeezed you tighter. “ Again. “ you took a deep breath with him again. “Keep going.” you both did again. He started humming an Elvis song. It was helping. 

Your chest loosened. Your hand stopped shaking. Your heartbeat returning to normal. 

“Thank you.” 

“Not a problem. You know I got you.”

“Yea.” but for how much longer? You didn't want to think about it. 

“Do you wana to talk about anything?”

“Not really. I'm going to go lie down.”

He stood up. You were still in his arms. You didn't have the energy to fight. He carried you into the house. You put your hand on his neck, covering your face with your upper arm. You didn't feel like talking to anyone. 

Everyone was sitting at the kitchen table. Cas and Dean stood up dismay on their faces. “Is she ok?” you heard Dean ask. 

“I think she might have had a slight panic attack,” Sam explained. He continued walking. “She seems better now. I'm gonna lay her in the spare bedroom.”

“Ok let us know if we can do anything,” Bobby called out. Sam nodded as he started up the stairs. 

Sam laid you on the bed. You took the wet socks off your feet and he covered you with a blanket. You rolled onto your side facing him. He sat down on the bed beside you. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have called you I shouldn't have drug you into my shit.”

“Shut up Sam.” you grabbed him and pulled him down to you.  He hesitated. “Samuel. I'm not ok with this whole plan, but if this is going to happen please just let me love you until you go.” 

“It might just make it harder.”

“It's going kill me either way. Please?” you pleaded. 

He gave in and laid down pulling you beside him.  You laid half of your body on him with your head on his chest. “Ya know it's not just hard on you. I finally got you and now I’m going to jump into hell.”

You leaned your head up to look at his face. “So don't do it.”

He kissed your lips. “I'm sorry. You know I can't do that.”

You nuzzled your head back down on his chest. He was so brave, so heroic, he was putting everyone else before his happiness. You couldn't be mad at him for that. Those were some of the reasons you loved him. “I know babe. I know.” you closed your eyes. Listening to his heartbeat you drifted off to sleep.

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Dean was getting the Impala ready. Sam walked up and leaned on the side of it with a heavy sigh.

Dean leaned around the trunk, “Let me guess, we’re about to have a talk?”

“Look, Dean, I agree with you. You think I’m too weak to take on Lucifer. So do I. I know I’m a screw-up. You, Bobby, (y/n), Cas. I’m the least outta all of us.”

“Sam.”

“It’s True. And if there was another way I'd do it in a heartbeat. I don’t want to leave you guys and I do not want to hurt her again, but I don't think there's another way.”

“Annnnd scene.” Crowley was standing on the other side of the impala. “There's something you need to see.”

Sam read the headline Crowley pointed at. It was about the swine flu outbreak and how Niveus Pharmaceuticals was releasing a vaccine on Wednesday.  Crowley helped them put together that Niveus was run by demons and the vaccine they were releasing was full of the Croatoan virus.

“Eh. Quite a plan.” Sam said

“So you boys better stock up on uh everything because come next Thursday we will be living in Zombieland,” Crowley remarked.

“Fucking great,” Dean said irate. 

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Part 2

[abbott976]

Take Her Name Out Of Your Mouth

Zeke sighed as he towelled off and began to dress. Wrestling practice had been brutal today. Coach was prepping them for their upcoming tournament on Kingshead Island and had been pushing them hard all week. But today was finally Friday which meant a much needed break and some time with his girl.

As Zeke began putting his dirty practice clothes into his duffel bag, his phone buzzed on his locker shelf with a text from Tina.

"Hey baby, are you still coming by the restaurant tonight after practice? I figured we could hang out after closing since it's Friday :)"

Zeke smiled as he punched out a quick reply, letting her know practice had just ended and he'd be heading over soon.

Just as he hit send, he felt one of his teammates approach him. Unfortunately it was Bradley, who was the biggest asshole Zeke had ever met. He was a bully at best and a borderline predator in how he treated the girls at school.

Zeke couldn't stand how misogynistic he was, with Bradley always talking about his latest conquest in the locker room. Zeke had told him on more than one occasion he needed to mind his manners and respect the girls he was with, but Bradley always shook him off.

Today, Bradley had decided to push Zeke's buttons once again.

"Ooh got your little girlfriend waiting for ya Zeke? Bet she'd love to see you after practice, huh?"

Zeke tried to ignore him. He knew he could easily take Bradley in a fight and didn't need to stir up trouble. But if he couldn't keep Tina's name out of his mouth, Zeke would make sure he'd regret it.

"You know Zeke, I kind of get what you see in her. I mean the quiet shy type are always the kinkiest in my experience. I bet she's a real freak in the sheets for you."

Without a seconds hesitation, Zeke turned and decked Bradley in the jaw. All Zeke saw was red as he threw Bradley against the lockers.

"You'd be wise to take my girls name outta yer fuckin mouth Bradley."

"Oh yeah? Or what?"

And with that, Zeke let loose.

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"Hey Zeke, how was pract-- OH my God what happened to your face??" Linda all but screamed at him when he entered the restaurant.

"Hey Mrs. B. Don't worry I'm alright. Just busted my lip at practice. You know how Coach has been, what with the tournament coming up... He's been having us practice some new moves and one of the guys had me in a hold wrong, and I busted my lip on the way to the mat."

Linda studied him for a moment, and Zeke thought for sure she knew he was lying through his teeth. Zeke hated lying period, especially to the Belchers, but he hatrd the idea of Tina knowing what that jerk had said about her.

Just when he thought Linda was about to call him on his lie, she gave him a small half smile.

"Okay honey... how about you go into the kitchen with Bobby. Have him get you some ice for that lip, okay? I'll let Tina know you're here. She's upstairs helping Louise get ready for a date."

"Thanks Mrs. B"

Zeke knew that while Linda may have decided to believe his flimsy excuse, Bob would see right through him in a second. The moment Zeke entered the kitchen, Bob looked him up and down from the grill.

"So. I take it you got into a fight at practice huh?"

"....yeah."

"I got some ice on the counter for you. I set it out by the first aid kit. Looks like your knuckles could use some bandaging up."

"Thanks, Mr. B."

Zeke quietly washed his hands and began the process of bandaging his bloodied and bruised knuckles. Thankfully they weren't in too bad of shape. When he finished he put the first aid kit away and began to ice his lip, leaning against the prep station and waiting for the questions he knew Bob had for him.

"Do I even want to know what the fight was about, Zeke?"

"Probably not, considering it was about your daughter."

"You got into a fight over Tina at practice?? With who?"

Zeke sighed. "Remember that asshole I was tellin ya about last week? That Bradley kid who can't keep his damn mouth shut or respect any of the girls he runs around on?"

Bob stilled at this. "Yeah."

"Well let's just say he needed a lesson in keeping Tina's name out of his mouth. AndI made sure he learned it quick."

With that, Zeke turned, dropping his ice pack on the counter, and began to prep some tomatoes for tomorrow's special. Bob stood silent beside him for a long time as he grilled and plated burgers through the late dinner rush.

When Tina came downstairs a while later looking for Zeke, he turned to Bob, and quietly asked

"Mr. B...Think we can keep what I told you between us? I don't like lying to Tina but I don't want her to know what that ass said about her. I don't want to upset her over what he said about her."

Bob simply patted him on the shoulder, giving his silent nod of agreement. As Zeke began to walk out of the kitchen to greet his girlfriend, Bob called after him.

"Hey Zeke?"

"Yeah Mr. B?"

"Thanks for looking out for her."