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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Makayla Part Four

Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 3673

Part One, Two, Three

Summary: You race to save Makayla and Sam from Montgomery and his fellow vampire creeps. Dean confronts you about the past and Sam finally gets some answers. But will everyone live to be one big happy family?

Notes: Alright, here it is! The final part for the Makayla series (or is it?) I’ve had so much fun writing this series and you guys have seemed to enjoy it. Like The Deal, I made sure the end of this series had a little bit of a cliffhanger so make sure you’re paying attention to future posts! You may see more Makayla sooner than you think.

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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- “Makayla! Sam!” You opened the door to the garage, Dean and Mary both close behind you. A rush of cold air chilled you to the bone. “Dean, is the garage door usually open?” You gulped.

“No.” He pulled his pistol out from his waistband and you did the same. The three of you creeped towards the exit cautiously. Something was wrong. You could feel it. When the coast seemed clear, you ran out, eyes scanning the area for any sign of your daughter.

“Makayla!” You screamed. Nothing. “Sam!” Still, nothing.

“Uh, guys.” Mary motioned to a spot on the cement where a red streak sent your mind into an absolute panic. It was blood.

“Oh my God.” You felt sick. Four years on the run, you’d never felt like this before. You started to hyperventilate and Dean grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to snap you out of it.

“Hey, listen to me.” He ordered, giving you a hard, determined look. “They’re both gone, which means that they were taken together. Sam is with her. He isn’t going to let anybody hurt your little girl, okay?”

“This is all my fault. I should never have dragged you two into this.” You said, trying not to look him in the eye. “They want to hurt me, Dean. Now they have my daughter and they have Sam…”

“We’re going to find them.” Dean went into planning mode, trying to keep his emotions in check. This was personal. Not only had those fanged sons of bitches taken his brother, they took his niece. “We’re going to need to split up. Mom, you go with Cas to find traffic cam footage and find out what direction they headed in. They can’t have gotten far, so my money is that they found some place here in Lebanon to hole up.”

Mary nodded and rushed inside to find the angel.

“And Y/N…” Dean turned to you with fire in his eyes. “You’re with me.”

Sam woke up to the sound of quiet whimpering and distant screams. It took a minute for him to remember what was going on. He bolted upwards, but found that his wrists were tied to one of the beams holding up the ceiling. It must have once been some kind of a barn. His eyes scanned the room, trying to adjust to the dark. It wasn’t long before he found the source of the crying.

“Oh God, Makayla!” He called out, her teary eyes flashing up at him from across the room.

“Daddy! You’re okay!” She exclaimed. “I-I thought you weren’t gonna wake up. I thought the bad man k-killed you.” The terrified tears streamed down her face and stung Sam’s heart.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. Everything is going to be okay.” He spoke gently, though the anger was starting to burn through him as his eyes adjusted. She was in a cage. Those bastards put his daughter in a dog kennel. “Did they hurt you?”

“N-not really.” She curled up, seemingly hiding her leg from him. Sam gritted his teeth, but tried to keep his voice calm.

“Makayla, honey, you need to tell me what happened so I can help you.” He pulled against the rope, feeling the rough material rub against his skin. Makayla slowly showed him her leg. Sam gulped. It wasn’t too bad, but the skin of her knee was scraped and bleeding.

“When the bad man hit you, the mean lady tried to pick me up. So I bit her.” She smiled proudly. “She didn’t like that and she pushed me. I hit my knee.” She pointed at the scratches from the cement. “But it doesn’t hurt, Daddy. I’m too tough for that.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head. She was definitely his kid.

“Oh look, Papa Brat’s awake.” A woman sneered, strutting towards him with a smirk. She pulled a knife up to his chin. “Now we can have some fun.”

“Leave my daddy alone!” Makayla yelled, standing up as tall as she could in that kennel.

“Kayla, honey, it’s okay.” Sam stared the vampire down. “Do you really think your little toothpick scares me?” She shrugged.

“No,” She crossed back towards the cage and smiled, “but this might.” She put her hands on either side of the kennel and started shaking it. The metal clanged in Makayla’s ears as she was jolted back and forth, colliding with the sturdy bars of the cage. Her screaming cries pierced her father’s heart.

“Stop it! Leave her alone!” Again, he pulled hard against his restraints, only making the rope burn worse. The vampire laughed.

“You’re lucky Montgomery has bigger plans or else the Rugrat would be an afternoon snack.” Her nostrils flared, staring down at the bloody scrape on Makayla’s knee.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

“Oh Samuel…”

“It’s Sam.” She ignored his sass and continued.

“We have other plans for you.” She smiled and Sam looked helplessly at his frightened daughter.

“Then let her go.” He bargained, Makayala stared back at him, her lip trembling.

“No! I won’t leave you, Daddy!” She yelled, trying to put on a brave face. “S-she doesn’t scare me.” The blood sucker slammed her hand down on the cage and Makayla screamed. With an annoyed glare, she looked back up at the younger Winchester.

“See, little Kayla is here to make sure everyone does exactly what they’re supposed to.” Her eyes darted across the room at another vampire emerging from the darkness.

“Sarah, would you be a lamb and grab Mr. Winchester’s phone for me?” The man’s drawl was too sweet and it made Sam’s skin crawl. She obeyed and the new vamp stepped in between Sam and the kennel, blocking his view of his daughter. “My name is Montgomery. I would like to start by saying that I have no grievances with you or that machete-happy brother of yours, Samuel.”

“You do now.” Sam growled. The anger had been boiling inside him and he was ready to bust. Montgomery peaked back at the trapped little girl.

“Ah, yes, the little one. She is an unfortunate byproduct of the tangled mess that Y/N has gotten you into.” Montgomery looked hungrily down at Kayla. She cowered away from him. “Not to worry. As long as you and your brother do exactly what you’re told, Miss Makayla here will be safe and sound with her family.”

The woman came back in, carrying Sam’s cell phone, dialing Dean’s number. She handed Montgomery the phone and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was made him smile. He put the phone to his ear and Sam could hear Dean’s growling yell on the other line. Montgomery clicked his tongue.

“There’s no need for that kind of language, Dean.” He scolded, earning another string of curse words.

“Where are they, you son-of-a-bitch?” Dean boomed. You jerked your head towards him. You’d been driving for the past hour with nothing to show for it. Dean’s face changed as he listened intently to the vampire’s words. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “You’re a sick son of a bitch, you know that?”

“What is it?” You tried to take the phone, but he sent you a death glare. He hung up. “Did he say where they are?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled the impala to the side of the road. “Dean!”

“Yes.”

“Then what is it?”

“He wants me to trade you for Sam.” He said, intensely staring you down. “And believe me, sweetheart, I wouldn’t blink.” You tried not to show how much that stung, but you still winced slightly. “But everything is different now that Kayla is in the picture. That little girl needs her mother. I, of all people, know that. We’ll figure out another way to get them. One where Makayla gets to walk out with both her parents.”

“Dean, if giving me up is the only way to save them-”

“I already said no.” Dean started to car again and the two of you rode in silence. You pushed your ego aside and gulped.

“Dean, can I ask you something?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” You ignored his annoyance.

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Your voice was sincere and Dean let out a sigh.

“Because I made you a promise.” His eyes slid from the road to you and you felt shame burning in your cheeks. “He looked for you for years, Y/N. Even when I told him to give up, he kept searching for you. And when you showed up here… I saw that same thing light up in him again. So when the dust settles, you can explain to him why you took off.”

You looked out the window, avoiding his gaze. Dean watched your body stiffen and felt his burning anger towards you grow as he drew his conclusion.

“You’re leaving.”

Five Years Ago

You already had three missed calls from Sam. He would have realized you were gone about an hour ago and, having read the note, he knew that you hadn’t been taken. You left. You didn’t even know how long you had been on the road for and your stomach was growling. The bus stopped in a town called Casper, Wyoming and you got off. You slung your duffle bag over your shoulder, weighing down on you despite your lack of personal items. It was the emotional toll that was back breaking.

You missed him, even having only been gone for a short time. You wanted to go back. To write this all off as a lapse of judgement and curl back up in his arms. But eventually, Sam would realize that you weren’t the one. You weren’t Jessica. And you would just end up getting hurt.

You found a fast food joint that was less swamped by the lunch rush and bought yourself a sandwich and a Coke. When you stepped out into the parking lot, the sleek black car had you frozen in place. Dean leaned against the car door, arms cross and eyes boring into you.

“Get in the car.”

“Dean, I can’t-”

“Get in the damn car.” His tone didn’t give you a lot of hope for winning the argument, so you climbed into the front seat.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked cautiously.

“He’s back at the motel trying to get a hold of you and get some answers.” Dean snapped in reply. “But you already knew that.” He didn’t start the car like you expected. He just sat there, staring furiously at you. “A note? Are you serious, Y/N? You’ve been with my brother for two years and all you leave is a ‘I have to leave. Don’t come for me.’?”

“I couldn’t stay, Dean.” You tried to keep your voice level. You were sure of this. You had to be.

“Is this about that shifter? Y/N, Jessica died a long time ago.”

“It’s not just Jessica, Dean. It’s the life Sam was supposed to live. The life you and I can never have.” His shoulders tensed. You had hit a nerve. “Sam deserves that life. He deserves family and happiness and I pray that someday he finds it. But when he does, he’ll know that I can’t be a part of it.”

“So you’re just dumping him before he can dump you, is that it?” Dean scoffed. “Christ, Y/N, this isn’t high school. You’re part of our family. Sam loves you, Y/N.” You brushed away tears as they fell and tried to keep your head up high.

“He won’t. Not when he realizes that I’m not what he wants.” You looked Dean in the eye, waiting for his response.

He knew what this was. This was you protecting yourself from the idea of getting hurt, even if it meant hurting his brother in the process. You were only interested in saving your own skin. So if you wanted to burn this bridge, fine.

“Don’t tell him about this.” You pleaded when he didn’t say anything. “Sam will think this is his fault and he’ll try and find me. Promise that you won’t tell him we talked.”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that.” Dean reached across you and opened the door. “Now get the hell out of my car.” You nodded silently. “Y/N?”

“What?” Couldn't he see that you felt bad enough about this? Dean spoke through gritted teeth.

“Down the road, when you figure out how stupid this all is and you need us… don’t come back.” He slammed the door behind you and took off, the impala disappearing down the road.

Present Day

Montgomery paced in front of Sam mockingly, standing just out of his reach. If he could just stretch his leg out a little further… no. He would just fall flat on his ass. There had to be a way out of this. If he could find something sharp, he could cut the ropes and decapitate the cocky vamp.

“This should be very quick and simple, Sam. Your brother hates Y/N, so I’m sure he’ll have no hesitation to hand her over to me in exchange for your life.” Montgomery said haughtily. “Not that I blame him. I mean, after what she put you through.” He shook his head. “I feel for you, Sam, I really do.”

“Why don’t you shut the hell up?” Sam snapped. He had had enough of this.

“Language, Mr. Winchester, you forget we have a young lady with us.” Montgomery knelt down by the kennel and Kayla hid her face in her hands.

“Stay. Away.” Sam’s entire body was ready to pounce. “What’s your obsession with Y/N, anyway?” If he could keep Montgomery talking, maybe it would buy him time to plan an escape. If anything, it would keep him away from Kayla.

“When we killed Makayla Emerson all those years ago, my wife went to finish off our little witness. Y/N cut off her head and ran.” His fists clenched as his sides. “She started a war that night. A war that ends tonight.”

“About that.” Dean burst through the door, holding you by the hair with a gun jabbed between your shoulder blades.

“Mommy!” Makayla cried. She didn’t understand why Uncle Dean was hurting you.

“Everything is going to be okay, sweetie.” You assured her. Dean tugged your hair, dragging you in the direction of Montgomery.

“Ah, I’m glad we could come to an agreement, Dean.” The vampire gave you a wicked grin, licking his lips. He snapped his fingers and two more blood suckers appeared from the dark, grabbing Dean by each arm.

“What the hell?” Dean exclaimed, trying to break away.

“There’s just been a slight change in plans.” Montgomery smirked. “I made Y/N here a promise that I am more than happy to keep.” He pushed you down to your knees and you let a terrified expression cross your features.

“No.” You gasped. He held his arm over you, prepping a blade to slice his skin and draw blood.

“And to think, I have gathered your whole, twisted family to witness your transformation.” He mused with a disturbing giddiness.

“Well…” You stared up at him, a sly smirk spreading across your lips. “Not quite.”

A loud crashing sound signaled the arrival of Mary and Cas. Dean elbowed one of his captors in the face and broke away, grabbing a pair of machetes from inside his jacket. He tossed one to his brother and Sam quickly freed himself from the rope. Furious, Montgomery lunged at you, but you quickly rolled out of the way, grabbing your own blade from your boot.

Sam and Dean made quick work of the two vamps that had ambushed Dean. Heads rolled towards the door where Mary burst in, clothes splattered with blood and blade swinging in her hand. You battled with Montgomery, finding your footing and slashing at him with your knife. He got a hold of your arm.

“You. Will. Bleed.” He seethed.

“Bite me.” You spat, head butting him hard enough to stun both of you.

Sarah joined the battle, screaming as she jumped onto Dean’s back. While the boys struggled with her, you regained composure, your head still spinning from the impact. Montgomery landed a kick to your stomach, sending you back into the beam Sam had been tied to.

“Mommy!” You barely heard Makayla’s shouts over the sounds of the fight. Her scared voice distracted you long enough for Montgomery to grab you by the color of your shirt, lifting you up in the air.

“Don’t worry about her, Y/N. Once the Winchesters join you in death, I will raise her as my own. She will be a killer. She will be-”

Sam tackled him to the ground before he could finish. Taken by surprise, Montgomery didn’t stand a chance against the taller hunter. Sam’s eyes connected with yours and you knew that he was waiting. He was saving this kill for you.

You stood over the monster that had killed your best friend. The monster that had hunted you for almost a decade. The monster that had changed your life. You didn’t have a final clever quip for him. He didn’t deserve it.

“Makayla… close your eyes.” With one strong, swift motion, the vampire was dead.

Dean’s coolness towards you had only grown since the fight. He wouldn’t even look you in the eye. Whatever had happened, Sam could sense it and kept sending questioning glances your way. You held a trembling Makayla in your arms as everyone filed back into the bunker.

“I need a beer.” Dean announced gruffly. You moved to follow, but he shot you a glare. “You’re not going anywhere.” Sensing the tension between you, Mary offered to take Makayla back to your room. Sam looked even more confused.

“Dean, can we not do this now? We’re all tired and covered in vampire guts.”

“You don’t get to just pretend like everything’s fine and disappear again.” Now both Winchesters were staring at you, hurt filling Sam’s eyes.

“What?”

“I haven’t decided on anything, Sam-”

“You’re going to leave!” He yelled, making you flinch. “What about Makayla, huh? You bring her into my life just to take her out?” You were silent. Sam’s jaw dropped. “You want to leave her here?”

“You were right, Sam.” You admitted hopelessly. “I dragged her into our screwed up life and I was making her as screwed up as we are. And I know, I can’t change. But with you, she can have a life. A family. You can finally have the life that I wanted for you. The one I couldn't give you.”

Sam’s anger fell away, replaced by understanding.

“That’s why you left.” He sighed, years of wondering finally coming into focus. “You thought I’d always want something else?”

“Sam, I’m not what you need. I’ve never been what you needed and I’m sure as hell not what that beautiful little girl needs.” Your voice cracked and you pushed back tears. “I love you both too much to try and force my life onto you.”

“You’re her mother.” Dean interjected.

“Which means that I am the most likely person to mess her up.” You exclaimed. You couldn’t see any other way. “You said it yourself, Sam, I’m doing what John did to you.”

“He made the mistake of trying to do it alone.” Sam put his hands on your shoulders. “But you are far from alone.” His eyes softened and you watched them fill with hope. “You’ll both move into the bunker- it’ll be safest here- and we’ll hunt together, but someone will stay here and watch Makayla. We can do this. We can be a family.” He gave you a tearful smile and even Dean felt himself dare to wish.

“Would you be happy? I mean, really happy?” You asked. It’s all you wanted for him and for your daughter. Sam laughed.

“I can’t think of anything that would make me happier, Y/N.” You still looked unsure so he continued. “Say you’ll stay. Say we can be family together. Because I’m not letting you go again.”

You were speechless. All these years, and here he was, telling you what you’d only dreamed about. Sam closed the space between you and pulled you into a kiss, five years of yearning built up into one moment. It was the life he wanted. A life with you.

You and Sam made up. You really made up. Which left Dean alone in the kitchen when Makayla wandered out looking for her parents.

“Uncle Dean, where’s mommy and daddy?” She asked. Dean’s eyes went wide.

“Um- they’re- um- well-” He tried to think of something fast. “They’re watching a movie.” She pouted her lips.

“They’re watching without me?”

Dean just panicked.

“It’s an adult movie.” Luckily, his niece was four and didn’t understand innuendos. She accepted his answer and climbed up into the seat beside him. “What are you doing up anyway, kiddo? Did you have another dream about the shadow man?” A big grin spread across her face.

“He doesn’t scare me anymore!” She exclaimed happily. “He said he wants to be my friend and that he’s sorry for scaring me. He didn’t mean to. He’s just shy because he used to be in time-out. He’s not anymore and he wants somebody to play with.” Dean nodded, half listening and half thinking about how he was going to strangle his brother. “He said he’s daddy’s guardian angel, like Uncle Cas is for me. He even showed me his wings!”

“That’s really nice, Kayla.” He stood, knowing that he was going to regret this. “How about you go pick out a movie for us to watch on Netflix and I’ll make popcorn?”

“Really?” She squealed, latching onto his leg. He smiled, unable to resist those big blue eyes. “Thank you Uncle Dean!” She ran off to his room and Dean braced himself for some cheesy princess flick, putting Makayla’s new angel-friend to the back of his mind.

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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Only Mine: Chapter 11: Night Out

Summary: Attending a ball with Bucky as his official girlfriend is a big deal for you, and you try to prepare accordingly. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to determine the actions of his enemies.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (nothing graphic here), mobster AU, swearing, angst

Word Count: 3035

A/N: Who’s excited for this? Because I definitely am! Reader’s dress are showcased in the moodboard, for anyone interested, but feel free to imagine any dress you like. It’s your story after all! FEEDBACK is gold my people, so please, please let me know what you all thought of this chapter. Lots of love!! xx

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Waking up, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Well, it actually felt more like a bunch of bats were trying to tear you from the inside, trying to get away, but that didn’t sound so romantic, so when Nat asked you how you were feeling, you told her the butterfly version.

It was Friday morning, and even though you had to go to work, you couldn’t care less about that. Tonight was the night when you’d finally be introduced as Bucky’s girlfriend to more than his closest men and family. And as much as you were nervous about the whole thing, you couldn’t help yourself to feel excited as well.

You knew that the Bucky you’d see in the evening would be a very different version to what you were used to, but you also realised that if this relationship was gonna work, you’d have to get used to even to his official mobster persona. You told him like a million times during the week, that if he treated you like one of your bitches, he’d regret it. Greatly.

And despite him being the actually dangerous one in the relationship, you heard him gulp through the phone, and he just husked out a simple understood, which made you smirk in return. This big mafia boss was yours, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

True, you two didn’t have any conversation regarding your feelings, but if tonight went well, you were determined to tell him how you felt about him. You weren’t able to hide it any longer. Every second you spent with Bucky convinced you that you were doing the right thing, letting him have your heart. As cautious as you were during the very beginnings of your relationship, none of it bothered you now. Every day, Bucky proved to you just how much you meant to him, even if the actual words never left his mouth.

Work was torture because all you could think of was your beautiful dress awaiting you at home, the wonders that Nat could do with your make-up, and the moment you finally was with Bucky again. He has been busy the whole week, only managing to visit you once, for a brief talk before you fell asleep, completely exhausted. You knew he was there with you until you fell asleep, drawing circles on your exposed back, humming compliments into your ear. You remembered thinking that you could get used to something like this every night because sleep always came easier when Bucky was there with you.

So when you finally escaped work, thinking about all those things that happened between you and Bucky, and about what was about to happen, you almost sprinted the whole way to your apartment. You felt like an idiot feeling so giddy about such thing, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your man would be astounded by your appearance tonight, and you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

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“What do you mean nobody saw him for the last 3 weeks?” Bucky’s voice boomed through his office, every man sitting there, shrinking further into their chairs. Bucky was furious, the vein on his forehead was ticking like a time bomb, ready to explode, his nostrils flaring like an angry lion. Even Sam and Steve were quiet, their heads bowed because they knew too well that were they to piss Bucky off at that particular moment, a bullet might be the next thing they saw.

As much as Bucky seemingly calmed down ever since you walked into his life, it didn’t seem to affect his work. He was as ruthless as ever, maybe even more, because now he had an actual person to protect from all the shit happening in the city.

And Pierce being underground didn’t seem like him, and it made chills run down Bucky’s spine. He needed to know where Pierce was at all times, and because his men forgot to mention that they couldn’t find him for the good part of the month, Bucky was ready to explode.

“Why the fuck is nobody speaking up? Didn’t I tell you that the second something changes with that motherfucker, you come right to me? Huh? Or are you idiots to fucking dumb to remember a simple task? I’m looking at you two shitheads, Rumlow, Johnson. I thought you were assigned to his case!”

The two men still didn’t look at Bucky, probably not even breathing in fear it would make Bucky snap.

“I expect answers!” Bucky yelled, and he saw Peter flinching from the corner of his eye. But he didn’t care, not at that moment. Somebody’s hurt feelings were the last of his worries, and if he had to, he would beat the information out of his own men.

“We thought he just had a vacation, or something, y’know?”

Boom.

A book that was laying on Bucky’s side of the table was sent flying across the room and landed with a loud thud.

“Vacation? You’ve got to be kidding me, Rumlow. For fuck’s sake. Dig deeper and fucking find him. And I’m telling you, if anybody crashes tonight’s party, heads will be chopped off. And I fucking mean it, so I advise everybody here to fucking do something about it. I want all the other guys at the ball too, I want everyone there in case Pierce decided to show up.”

Bucky yelled and left the room before he actually hurt somebody. Steve and Sam shared a look before they both got up from their chairs and followed Bucky outside. The rest of the men remained seated, waiting till they heard some door closing behind Bucky, so they could sneak out unwatched.

Bucky went outside to the porch, watching the trees move under the light breeze, trying to think of things to calm him down. He really didn’t want to have to kill anybody on his own team, but it was getting harder and harder to keep to that.

He knew Steve and Sam would come to talk to him, so it didn’t surprise him when he heard the door opening and closing and set of two boots strutting towards him.

“It’s probably nothing, Buck, and you know it. If the guys genuinely thought it was something, they would have told you. I bet they just didn’t want to disturb your honeymoon phase with Y/N. We all see how happy you are with her, and nobody wants to destroy that,” Steve said softly, patting Bucky on his shoulder.

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes. He knew Steve was probably right about the men, and definitely right about you. Just the thought of you laughing at something stupid he told you made a small smile creep to his cheeks. You’ve ruined him for any other woman, that was for sure. Maybe, you even ruined him for the line of work, people trying to protect him from any sort of information was not something that happened too often.

“I know, and all that’s nice, but when I give an order, I fucking expect people to follow it, and not think about my poor, poor heart. I’m the boss here, and something, I’ve the feeling people forget it.”

“Ha! Don’t worry, you instilled the fear of God in them a long time ago. Nobody doubts what you’re willing to do for the city, for your men. Trust me, man, if anything, they fear you even more, because everyone knows that were something to happen to Y/N, you’d probably murder half the city, including them,” Sam smiled at Bucky, patting his other shoulder.

Bucky nodded thankfully at both his friends, feeling better about himself and about the whole situation already. He huffed out a breath he was holding and let himself get excited about tonight. His birthday was on Sunday, but he wanted the ball to be on Friday, and the theme for this year was Hell. Simple but effective, Bucky thought, and he seriously couldn’t wait to see what you’d wear.

He wanted to buy you a dress, but you insisted on them being a surprise, and, honestly, Bucky wanted to be surprised by you and your beauty. The night couldn’t come soon enough for him.

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It was a surprise to find Peter standing in front of your door at 8 sharp, and even a bigger surprise was that Bucky wasn’t there with him. You scolded yourself inwardly because you knew it was his party and the host should probably be there for when all the guests arrived. Still. Your possessive ass wanted him for yourself, and it only now dawned on you that tonight would be the first night when you’d be with him, be he wouldn’t be entirely yours.

“You look exquisite, Y/N. Bucky is gonna faint when he sees you,” Peter interrupted your invasive thoughts, and you blushed slightly at his compliment. You looked him up and down, finding him dressed in a suit, looking sharp as hell.

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself, Mr Handsome! All you mobster boys can dress up really nicely, Imma give you that,” you smirked at him, getting into the back of the car. You could see Peter blushing as well, and you had to chuckle. He really was too sweet for this life.

The car ride was filled with the two of you laughing like crazy people, him sharing some stories about his aunt May, while you told him what your younger twin-sisters did to prank you when they were little. You didn’t even realise you were driving so long when you suddenly saw a beautiful renaissance building in front of you, with red and black drapes hanging on the railings, giving the whole building a hellish look.

Bucky really did take the whole theme seriously, you thought as you got out of the car with Peter’s help.

You looked around the entrance, and could already see many people, standing there and chatting. Your eyes slid to the women, who were all scarcely dressed, all their dresses reminding you more of lingerie than an actual dress. You gulped and looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling weird in your silky red dress with tin straps and long slit. It was still a long dress, and you wished you wore something more revealing, doubting that Bucky would even spare you a glance in the vast amount of mini-dresses, where the women showed their panties without hesitation.

Peter saw your doubts, and he rushed to your side. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he wanted to make sure you were ok, nevertheless.

“He’s right inside, Y/N. C’mon, you look lovely, and I bet the big boss is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Look around, Peter. Everyone looks much hotter than me and, let’s be honest, Bucky is more prone to look at the girls with their boobs spilling out of their dress than at me, barely showing anything other than a bit of cleavage and my leg. Ugh! I should’ve known that this was not a normal ball. Maybe I should’ve let Bucky buy me the damn dress, and he would actually like what he saw!”

Peter squinted his eyes and then raised his eyebrow, unbelievingly.

“Wait a second. You think Bucky will be interested in anybody else than you? I meant it when I said you looked exquisite, and if you only gave Bucky the chance to actually tell you himself, maybe these idiotic doubts wouldn’t come to your mind,” Peter said with a smirk, proud that he could scold you like that without apologising.

You gaped at him slightly, before you blinked a few times and let him know that you were ready to walk into the lion’s den. You caught Peter’s elbow, not willing to face all those people alone, and he gladly let you use his arm as both physical and moral support.

You could feel people staring at you, some with curiosity, but most, and especially the women, with distrust and disdain. You pursed your lips even harder, not giving them the chance to talk to you because you needed to find your footing first. You needed to find Bucky to calm down. Or to tell you that you weren’t what he wanted and you could go home and cry.

Peter wasn’t really sure where his boss was, but he was determined to find him as soon as possible, preferably before you’ve had enough of your self-doubts and turned around to leave the party. From the very first second, Peter met you, he enjoyed your presence, around the mansion and around Bucky, and he was determined to keep you two together.

When he finally noticed three men, standing like they owned the place, and he noticed that the shapes of the heads matched heads of Bucky, Steve, and Sam, he quickened his pace, not realising that your high heels didn’t let you run around like him. He tapped Bucky’s shoulder, and for a second, he was scared of his boss because Bucky gave him a look that said how dare you to disturb me, but that quickly changed.

Bucky glanced at Peter with a snarky retort on his tongue, when he noticed somebody with their beauty beyond words gripping Peter’s arm and his heart skipped a beat.

You looked like a goddess, or the queen of hell, to be more precise. Your dress wasn’t as revealing as most of the women in the ballroom, but maybe that was why Bucky loved your dress even more. They hugged your curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination as they accentuated your breasts and your hips with your ass, the slit on your leg revealing your perfect thigh to the world. And as happy as Bucky was to see you, he suddenly didn’t like that dress that much.

You watched as Bucky’s expression changed from bitchy to amazed, to angry in a few seconds, and the last look almost made you take a step back. Why he was angry, suddenly, was beyond you.

Bucky nodded at Peter, who then let go of your arm, and Bucky stood impossibly close to you, pressing his chest against you in a desperate hug.

“What do you think you’re wearing, doll?” He hissed into your ear, and you bowed your head, ashamed. You knew he’d be pissed because you didn’t show enough.

“I’m so sorry, James. I thought this was a ball as in a ball, but when I came and saw all the mini dresses all around, I felt like a fool. I still do. Maybe I can make Peter drive me to the closest mall, and I can get myself something shorter? Or maybe tighter? I know how much-“

“Shorter? Tighter? Have you lost your fucking mind? I thought you were revealing too much! Everyone can see your perfect body like that, and that body’s mine! I don’t want these sly men ogling what’s fucking mine!”

You frowned and pulled away from him slightly.

“What? Have you seen what the other women are wearing? I’m like the most modest person here, babe!”

“Yeah, but all these women are mostly sluts only here to try and get into our pants. And while I’d love you in my pants, I can’t stand the idea that other men are thinking the same fucking thing,” he growled and instinctively pulled you to him again. You let him and smirked into the crook of his neck. He still had eyes just for you.

“I’m yours, Mr Barnes. No need to be jealous. I don’t care what other people think as long as you’re not ogling other women,” he whispered into his ear, and it was now his turn to pull away, his mouth turned to an amused smirk.

“Other women? I don’t even fucking see other women, doll. I told you, you’re different, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You giggled before he pulled you in a heated kiss, obviously laying claim on you, but you couldn’t care less. His claim on you meant that you had a claim on him, and so you happily obliged, hoping that all those bitches were watching you and understanding that your man was off-limits.

Bucky seemed to have read your mind because he gave you a knowing look and pecked your lips once again, before you started walking around the room, him talking to some important people, while you were standing by his side, calming him with your presence.

The whole night was rather pleasant, Bucky’s hand firmly placed on your hip, and whenever you had to go to the restroom, he would make Peter or Drax, or both take you there and back to him after. You wanted to fight him on this, but one stern look from him told you that this was not the place nor time when you should protest against his commands. So you always just rolled your eyes, inwardly, and let the guys take you to the restroom.

When you were back in Bucky’s arms, his shoulder lost the tension they had whenever you left his side. It was well after midnight, both you and Bucky had a glass of champagne in your hands, and you were stealing away a second for yourselves, having a hard time to keep your hands on your own bodies, when the other looked so delicious when you heard the first crash.

Bucky’s playful side was suddenly gone, and in was the sharp and concentrated man you remembered from the night of your attack. You exchanged a quick glance before you stepped into the room.

Another crash sounded, and you only then realised what it was. Gunshots. Somebody was shooting in the ballroom.

Before you knew what was happening, you were on the ground, panting heavily, and a pain shot through your whole body. This wasn’t happening.

It was only when you saw droplets of blood around you that you let the panic overwhelm you. You were under attack, and there was almost a zero chance that the two of you would make it out alive.

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Blood Bound [Chapter One]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: descriptions of pain and death and violence, witchy and vamp stuff

A/N:

First chapter! :D hope you guys like it. I rewrote it like 8 times lol.

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Excruciating pain. That’s the first thing a newborn felt when they were being turned. Bucky could just blame the vampire venom coursing through his arteries and veins, but it probably was a mixture of two things instead of the one. One, the way he died. Human death sucked. Being shot in the head, in a foreign colony, surrounded by people you didn’t know? That sucked even more. Two, how vampire venom affects the living. It knitted his wounds back together, burning pain as every organ in his body went through organ failure. Even though the bullet that killed him took his memory of his human life, it didn’t take the memory of his transition. When he woke up in the middle of the Spanish colony Florida, he wasn’t sure whether to thank Steve for turning him or kill him for cursing him with that pain.

Pain. That’s all he had known since he woke up in a field in 1703. Pain and hunger. Ravenous hunger that tore into his throat like barbed wire. Only sated by blood. Only another’s pain could ease his own. But it never disappeared completely. There was always a gaping hole in his chest after he fed, his hunger sated and yet something was always missing. He just couldn’t figure out what.

Decades of running, hunting, building a pack of vampires. It was more dangerous that way, but Steve wouldn’t abandon him; then when they found Sam during the American Civil War, bleeding out and crying out for help, they couldn’t abandon him either. Small packs were useful. They were family.

It didn’t help that he couldn’t remember his human life. Steve wasn’t much help either. He apparently knew him as a human, but only a few years before he turned him. Bucky had been running from something or someone but wouldn’t tell Steve. So, when he turned, with only flashes of his past to determine who he once was, the blonde could not even tell his friend about his life.

He was running again, abnormal speed, enhanced agility, jumping over rocks and fallen trees as he chased his prey through the woods. He couldn’t quite see what he was even chasing but he knew it was there. Its heart was racing, adrenaline pumping as it tried to outrun him. Foolish. Nothing could outrun him. Not even his own pack that was hiding a few miles away, deeper into the woods.

A sick craacckk made his pace falter. Pulling. Tugging. He stalled, allowing the creature to run away and into the shadows. Something more important was calling to him. The very hole in his chest that has haunted him for years was yelling at him with an impatient longing to move towards the sound. A flash of a memory passed across his eyes. Burning sage incense, a laughing girl, then a piercing scream. That caught his attention, memory flashes were rare for him, and he would take what he could get, already feeling the memory slip away from him.

Against his better judgment, Bucky listened. He stood at the edge of the tree line, just within the shadows to stay hidden. The Coven was rushing into a cottage, but his attention was diverted. You. That’s what the urge in him wanted. Her. His inner mind spoke, making it intentions known. As the winds shifted, your scent wafted straight into him. He involuntarily let out a whimper. The smell of your blood, a rich mix of honey and lavender, invaded his senses, and the inner voice preened again. Yours. He knew what this urge meant. He heard it from a few of the other nocturnal creatures. Bonded. The mortals called it soulmates, but it was deeper than that. Extremely rare, and most definitely the only explanation he had for wanting to fall to his knees in front of you. Bindings made nocturnals weak, the one thing you could use against any of them. Yet two powerful nocturnals bound together were a force to be reckoned with. A power only described by the ancients scrolls that were burned down in Alexandria. The world hadn’t seen true bounded mates in centuries.

He looked out towards you, using the self-control it took him centuries to perfect to not rush towards you. He might be attracted to your scent, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. He could smell exactly what you were in your very blood. Earthy tones, sparks of flame, and salt from the sea mixed faintly into your scent, just hiding behind the honey and lavender. Oh god. He wasn’t just blood bound to a mortal. No, he was blood bound to a witch.

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The Coven was freaking out. Okay, well, Wanda was freaking out. The next day after what you referred to as ‘the event,’ all of you were in the cabin, in various states of calm and panicked, and sprawled out on the couches. All of the nearby contacted Covens felt the extreme power last night, yet none of them caused it. The Coven to the North hadn’t responded yet to Wanda’s calls, prompting her current freak out. The storm had blown in from the North, and now they were MIA.

Wanda paced up and down the carpeted floor of the living room, mumbling possibilities as to what had happened to the other Coven. “I’m sure they’re fine, Wan, can you please calm down? Your negative energy and attitude will only make you feel worse,” Natasha spoke up.

Carol sighed softly, crossing her feet as she sat on the rug at the base of the couch. “Y/n, how was the location spell?”

You shrugged, leaning back on the loveseat you were sprawled out on beside Maria, your calico cat Sasha on your lap. “It failed. More exploding crystals, more mess for me to sweep. Yey,” you sighed unenthusiastically. “Protection oil is brewing in the kitchen for another protection spell, was going to make a second batch later.”

“That’ll really help,” Maria muttered bitterly.

Glaring at her, you practically growled, the tension in the air thickening as your powers came to the surface, begging to lash out. Sasha felt the difference immediately, jumping off your lap and dashing into your bedroom. Natasha was quick to place a calming hand on your arm, her emotional powers calming your elements. The storm surrounding you calmed before dissipating entirely. “Well,” you took a deep breath, feeling your powers’ yearning to be used quiet down completely. “If you have any better ideas, I’m all ears.”

Carol stood, stretching her arms above her head with a groan. “Finish making any protection spells you can, all of us need to. The Council isn’t helping until something major happens so for now, it’s just us. Wanda, keep trying the nearby Coven. Everyone else, get to protections and identifications, we need to find this threat before it finds us.”

Natasha gave you a look at that, she was the only one you told about the red eyes at the edge of the woods. You even told her about the impulse in your chest to move towards it. She gave you another pointed look before following Wanda out the door, Carol and Maria following close behind.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was low in the sky, just peaking behind the trees. Streaks of pinks and oranges filled the sky just as you walked outside your protected home. You knew what you saw, and now you had to see what it was. The itch in your chest was back, and you followed it, letting it tug you towards the woods. I feel like a horror movie cliché. Yet unlike the first girl to die, you could protect yourself. Well, you hoped you could.

A shadow crossed your eyesight just as you explored further into the trees. Swallowing back your fear, you placed your hand on your chest, letting yourself grip your charm necklace through your shirt. “I’m not scared of you,” you called out, trying not to flinch as another shadow passed into your vision. This one was much closer.

“Liar,” a voice declared beside your ear, making you jump away from the deep and gruff sound. There was no one there, but you had most certainly felt the voice’s breath fan across your neck. Only one creature was that fast, and the very thought made you shutter.

“Vampire or not, I’ll kick your ass,” you snarled, challenging it. “I am not scared of you,” you insisted, despite it being a complete and total lie. Vampires were, coincidentally, one of the few things you were scared of. But, that probably was because of all the horror stories your mother told you when you were younger, the whole ‘they are backstabbers never trust them’ thing.

“I have no doubt you’ll try, little one,” the voice sneered, now sounding like it was coming from your left. You spun on your heels to face it, but the voice echoed behind you the next time it spoke, he was toying with you. Despite your fear, you hated feeling helpless and not in control more; you loathed being played around with. “Yet you are afraid. Your heartbeat alone tells me that. If you’re so scared why come out here without your Coven?”

You gulped, practically feeling him behind you. He was painfully close, and the feeling in your chest grew; your heart beat against your chest, begging to be closer to the voice. “Last night,” you didn’t dare turn, knowing the vampire was a foot away from you, his fangs could rip you open within seconds. “You were there, well here I guess. Was that sound you?”

He chuckled, “And here I thought it was you, little witch,” his voice was inches from your ear, making you shudder.

“Something’s coming. You can sense it too, can’t you?” you wrapped your arms around your chest, letting your eyes close. Despite the stories you grew up with, your very soul felt at ease in this killer’s presence, and that lack of control worried you.

“Regrettably so, little one,” your eyes shot open and you spun, effectively catching him off guard.

“Stop calling me that!” You froze, now face to face with the vampire. Oh god, he’s hot. Hazel hair, deep blue eyes, a sharp jawline with a cleft in his chin. He was just as stunned that you had turned towards him. It was a stupid move, really, but Natasha tended to call you hotheaded. God, even his eyelashes are pretty. Are all vampires this pretty?

He quickly caught himself, giving you a smirk, his fangs just poking from his pink lips. “Why? I thought you said you weren’t scared?”

You gave him a pointed look, digging your feet into the dirt as you tried to make yourself look bigger by squaring your shoulders. “I’m not. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m not little!” You hissed, letting your powers nudge towards the surface. The air around you electrified, little sparks running up and down your body.

The vampire couldn’t help the small smile on his face. His witch was more powerful than he thought. “It’s a term of endearment, I thought you might like it more than simply ‘witch,’ or some witch name like Sabrina,” he tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms as he regarded you.

You visibly relaxed, but you tried not to show that, “Why would you care what I think? Aren’t vampires supposed to hate witches?”

He chuckled, his laughter sounded like rich velvet, warming your insides as you tried not to squirm. “I guess they are, but you’re no ordinary witch, are you? Besides, aren’t witches supposed to hate vampires?” He shot back, letting his fangs take over his smile.

“We do, bloodsucker,” you sneered back at him, wanting to punch his smug face despite the tug in your chest. “And you are probably sensing my natural born abilities.” You weren’t quite sure what made you divulge that information, hell, not even the Council knew you were a natural born witch. Natural born witches were more powerful, rarer. They were dangerous. Only your Coven knew what you were.

He gave you a small look, letting his arms fall, suddenly seeming small. You thought he might seem nervous. “Do you not feel this tug then? The Binding longing to be near each other?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, blood sucker,” you tightened your arms around you, but with your suspicions that this pulling was a two-way thing being proved correct, you were a little less wary of the creature.

“James,” he quickly supplied, “My name is James. Are you sure you don’t feel it? That absolute needto be near the other?” He didn’t quite know why he was so fast to give you his name, but he did anyway, giving in to that feeling in his already dead heart.

“No,” you hastily snapped.

He merely chuckled, and you could feel your heart race at the sound. “You’re a terrible liar, baby doll,” he took a step closer, slowly placing his right hand above your heart, you didn’t move. “I can hear your heartbeat, I can hear the stutter in your voice, I can see your slight movements to get closer to me. Not to mention,” he was now inches away from you, and the pulling in your chest seemed to heighten, yet when he placed his hand to cradle your cheek it waned, calming. “Your powers have stopped trying to kill me.”

You blinked a few times up at him in confusion before sparing a glance around you. Shit, he was right. Your powers had lessened, now only a faint crackle in the air. Chancing it, you looked back at him, holding your breath at his blue eyes. Were they that blue earlier? They seemed familiar. You brushed that feeling away, deflecting. “Well… you’re not what I expected from a bloodsucker,” you countered.

His resulting smile sent your heart in a loop, and you inwardly groaned, knowing he probably heard it stutter. “We aren’t all evil, little witch. These good and evil vamps, just as there are good and evil witches, and those that walk the line in between.”

You bit your lip, definitely noticing the quick look he gave towards your lips. “This need, this ache. You called it a Binding? How do I know you’re not just using your vampire enticements on me?”

He smiled a toothy grin; the sight of his fangs sent a chill down your spine. “You felt it when I was still in the woods, and you were at your home, did you not? Enticements do not work that far. Has no one taught you what a Binding is, Sweetling?”

You shook your head, fighting against the impulse to lean into his hand, and also ignoring the petname. He was a stranger, a dangerous killer, and yet, you could feel the pull to just let him have you.

“Bindings, they are what the humans would call soul mates. A perfect other half. A person to complete your flaws,” he leaned in closer, “A perfect mate.” He was close enough you could smell him. A rich mix of vanilla and mint, with the scent of death and coppery blood hiding just below that. Humans couldn’t smell that though, only other supernatural creatures.

You gulped, quick to pull away. “You’re a vampire. You can’t be my other half. We call it something different, but I amnot bound to a bloodsucker. Any situation of witch soulmates was just that, between two mortals, not a vamp.”

“You know, I was human once, this feeling is just as strange to me as it is you, yet I do not want to stop it.” He admitted, taking the hint and stepping backwards. “It’s getting late, little one. Whatever is out there, I will not let it hurt you.” He let his eyes turn red, the blue swirling away to give way to crimson and burgundy.

“I don’t need your protection,” you tried to growl but it sounded more like a strangled whimper.

Your throat constricted faintly, and he just took a deep breath. He was using his vampire enticement to calm you, something you did not want to admit was working without too much effort from him. “I know, little witch, but I will protect you, Council and Coven and Packs be damned. You are mine, and I protect what is mine.”

And just like that he was gone, leaving you just as confused as when you stepped foot into the woods. Despite the more rational part of your brain telling you he was a killer, a creature you were supposed to hate, you couldn’t help but trust his word. Whatever this Binding was, it was compelling him to protect you, and though you didn’t really want to, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued and curious about what that would mean in the future.

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Sam is Obsessed With TikTok

Words: 1k Ship: Dean/Castiel Tags: Love Confessions, TikToks, Sam Ships It , TFW

This is inspired by the TikTok going viral recently, and because of this tweet. Written in 20 minutes at 12am so hope you enjoy this mess!!

Recently Sam, much to Dean’s chagrin, became obsessed with the app TikTok.

Dean had no idea how or why but all of a sudden, his brother had delved into the world of short, funny videos; a world he then lived for the next several weeks. Dean heard all about it of course and had seen far too many videos for him to possibly enjoy. Sure, some of them were hilarious, Dean could see the comedic value. Others… Dean just couldn’t understand.

Everyday, when Dean spotted Sam, his younger brother had his eyes glued to his phone. Dean supposed it was a nice change of pace from finding Sam with his head buried in a book.

However, Dean did not expect Sam to start making them. He especially didn’t expect Sam to rope him and Cas into it as well.

They had just finished a hunt in St. Louis and stopped to grab a bite to eat before the journey home. Dean had demolished his bacon cheeseburger and was moving on to his side of fries when he saw Sam setting up his phone on the dash of the impala.

“Sam, what are you doing?” He grumbled around the sweet and salty taste of fried potato.

Sam wrinkled his nose.

“Don’t talk while chewing.” He said. “And to answer your question, we’re going to play a game.”

“A game?” Cas, who had been silent until then, piped up from the backseat. “What sort of game?”

“Well, I’m going to play some music and we’re going to point to each other consecutively,” Sam replied. “So I will point to Dean, he will point to you and you to me. This will keep going until there is a beat drop. Whoever is being pointed to as the beat drops, has to do a dare.”

“A dare? What are we Sam? Nine year old girls at a sleepover?” Dean groaned. “And what’s the point of the phone?”

Sam shrugged. “I’m going to film it.”

“You’re going to film.. wait… oh goddammit Sam is this a Tiktok? Are you making a Tiktok?”

Cas made a confused noise from behind him, while Sam just sighed.

“Can we just do it?” Sam asked, exasperated. “C’mon Dean, it’ll be fun.”

Dean went to argue but was interrupted by Cas.

“I want to play.”

He turned to look at the angel who was staring back at him with pleading eyes. More like puppy dog eyes, similar to the ones Sam liked to pull every now and again. Dean sighed and faced the front, crossing his arms and scowling.

“Fine.”

Sam began to play some music, some awful electronic song that Dean wouldn’t even call music. They went around the circle pointing at each other. As the music began to near the beat, Dean’s heart hammered. He may have found this game stupid and childish, but he definitely did not want to be the one picked for a dare.

Unfortunately, Sam was quick and was able to point to Dean right on the beat. Dean cursed under his breath while his brother laughed. Cas just stayed silent staring at them both. He waited until both the brother had calmed down — Dean from his anger and Sam from his amusement — before he decided to speak.

“What is Dean’s dare?” Cas asked. Dean watched as a huge, menacing grin formed on Sam’s face.

“Well since I was the one to point to Dean, I get to pick the dare.” He said. “And my dare is that you need to call the person you have a crush on.”

Dean glared at his brother. “Again Sam, what are we? Nine? I’m forty, I don’t have a crush.”

Sam smirked, “You’re lying. Plus you can’t back out of a dare, you know the consequences. So go on call them, or maybe I will have to tell them.”

That’s when Dean realised that Sam knew. He’d known this whole time. And judging from his smug face and the side glances he was giving, he knew his brother wasn’t going to let him leave this car without completing his dare.

He waited a moment, the cheeseburger he just ate feeling heavy in his stomach. He could feel the intense stares from both Sam and Cas, along with the thick tension that had formed from the silence. With a small huff, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone.

He was quick to find the contact, it was one of his most recents. He selected it and watched as his thumb hovered over the call button. He looked up and sent one last pleading look to Sam, one that sent a clear message: Don’t make me do this. But his brother narrowed his eyes and gave a slight nod of his head. His eyes softened, as if to say: You can do this.

He swallowed, this throat suddenly dry and quickly, as if he were ripping out stitches, he pressed the call button.

It was silent for a moment. All Dean could hear was his own heart thumping in his ears and the sound of Cas and Sam breathing.

One. Two. Three. Four -

The shrill sound of a phone ringing pierced the quiet. All of them jumped slightly at the loud, intruding noise. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Cas’ face morphed, going from a look of anticipation to a look of confusion.

The angel frowned and looked down at his trench coat. He reached in and pulled out his phone from one of the pockets, the one now vibrating and ringing loudly. Dean watched as he took note of the caller ID before meeting Dean’s gaze.

“Dean… what are you doing?” He asked. “You’re calling me? Why are you calling me?”

Dean couldn’t reply, his tongue felt as if it was too big for this mouth. He gripped the phone tightly to his ear, scared to move even the slightest inch. The phone kept ringing for a few moments, until Dean heard the familiar sounds of Cas’ voicemail.

“This is my voicemail, make your voice a—”

Dean hung up the phone, gulping as he did so. Cas was still staring at him, his focus unwavering. Dean took a deep breath and then another, before the words were finally able to leave his mouth.

“Yeah…” He said, forcing a small laugh. “So I’m bi.”

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stusbunker · 5 years ago

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Dr. Emery Simmons-Winchester

Hey guys! An ask post got me thinking about my girl Emery from my Sam series For Better or Worst.

So I decided to fill out the questions about her, in case you’re interested since a lot of her background has been kept as only small glimpses due to the plot so far. Here are those questions from the ASK POST. (Since I know no one would actually send me asks, especially about OCs.)

Basics:

1. What is their gender?

Female

2. What is their sexuality?

Heterosexual

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

Meaning: Derived from Emmerich, which can mean brave and powerful. Also a hard, dark substance (i.e. emery boards)

Sam calls her ‘Em’ and ‘Baby’

Georgie used to call her Mama E

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with?

She has an older half brother that she isn’t close with, but that’s just because he lived across the country from her and her son.

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

Emery loved her parents to the ends of the earth. Though her dad wasn’t always around, his parents helped raise her. She was by her mother’s side when she died from cancer.

6. What would they give their life for?

Georgie. And redemption. Though there are others that she cares for and her dedication to them will be tested deeply soon.

7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet?

Is an arranged marriage romantic? I guess it depends on who you ask. She is currently married to Sam Winchester. They met via some shady dealings from one Naomi, Angel of the Lord.

8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Can I laugh at how deep we are getting in the “Basics” section of this?! Like, damn and then the next question is like a Teen Bop quiz.

Emery believes in Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. She grew as a psychic, knowing the world as it exists on the show. She still believes the angels are on humanity’s side and are her path to forgiveness, if not salvation.

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

Emery likes rich earth tones with some gold in for accents. She looks good in just about anything though.

10. What are some of their talents/skills?

She is a medieval history professor, and an outstanding lecturer. She reads people really well, even after losing her psychic powers. She has a decent singing voice. Is an amazing mom. And when she makes up her mind to do something, she follows through. Very hard to change her mind or challenge her moral compass.

11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be?

Just that the world was better, in any small way, from her influence.

12. How old are they? When is their birthday?

She is 39, born January 16, 1981.

13. What do they do for fun?

Read. Play with her dog Bandit. Go for walks. Listen to music. She used to mess with people who didn’t know she was psychic, but nothing malicious just little things that would stump strangers. She also used to play video games with Georgie.

14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it?

Potatoes in all of their glorious forms. She also love Cajun cuisine. She isn’t much of a cook, because she never had time to go all out. But french fries are easy enough to come by!

15. What was something their parents taught them?

That no matter who you are, you have a place in this world and a job to do.

Family always comes first.

16. Are they religious?

Yes, but most of the strict devotion rose from the death of her son.

17. Where were they born?

Gary, Indiana

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages?

Different dialects of American English. She can read Old English and Middle English from her years of study.

Latin, from high school and some college.

19. What is their occupation?

Currently a professor, formerly a part-time psychic.

20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them?

She has a PHD in History and a Masters in Education. Dr. Simmons-Winchester if you’d like. ;)

Personality:

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality?

She appreciates her own snark, when it comes out.

22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality?

Her psychic upbringing game her a lot of empathy for others. She hates how weak that makes her seem.

23. Do they get lonely easily?

No, she keeps too busy to feel lonely. Her son was always enough for her... until she found Sam.

24. Do you know their MBTI type?

No because those tests are way too fucking long.

25. What is their biggest flaw?

Self-assigned guilt.

26. Are they aware of their flaws?

Not all of them, who is?

27. What is their biggest strength?

Her dedication.

28. Are they aware of their strengths?

Yes, she isn’t one to sell herself short.

29. How would they describe their own personality?

She would say she is smart, kind and generally tough.

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

She isn’t one for physical violence, but she will stand up vocally. She has had to defend herself physically in the past and that cost her her son.

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

Constantly, in the past it was mostly her son, but now also her husband.

32. What is their self esteem like?

Good. She owns her strengths and is aware of her shortcomings. Though she is slightly shaken from a recent rejection, but she knows better than to get too attached when there are other factors in play.

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

Failure to protect her son. She would go to the ends of possibility to save him.

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives?

It took almost five months of an arranged marriage for her to tell Sam about her son, his death and her side of their deal with Heaven. Though she trusts Sam, she didn’t reveal much about her past.

We’re going to have to wait and see if she can trust Sam or Cas with her life.

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

Talk cruelly about other people on end. Chew with your mouth open.

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

She has a pretty decent sense of humor. Not too dark, but definitely has a sarcastic streak. I think she would love memes, especially living with a preteen gamer, she would have seen her share. But she’s still a dorky mom, so she only shares the obvious ones with her TAs.

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

Fairly easy, especially with family. Never.

38. What do others admire most about their personality?

Her strength of character and her determination to DO GOOD.

39. What does their happily ever after look like?

She hasn’t really thought about it beyond the task at hand. Keeping up her charade with Sam in order to save Georgie’s soul and Dean. They have quiet the dream life from the outside: great jobs, nice house in a good neighborhood. But none of that can last, not for them. Right?

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?

Her mother, but she passed about two years ago. Yes.

Physical Profile:

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh?

Her voice is smoky, much like her faceclaim Rashida Jones. Her laugh can get breathy or silent if it is a really deep one. She laughs in little spells, but nothing like she used to.

42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance?

Her sparkling hazel eyes.

43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance?

She thinks she has a big nose. But her complex is so good, she doesn’t dwell.

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars?

Yes, she had a total hysterectomy after her mother died so she has laparoscopic scaring. She also has stretch marks from pregnancy. The biggest scars are on her left upper arm, where her son scratched her when he first shifted into a werewolf.

45. How would they describe their own appearance?

Just a 30-someting mixed girl rocking what she’s got.

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

She is tempered first and foremost. Being vulnerable is not something she does regularly, but she doesn’t hide the big things. They’re too much for a reason.

47. What’s their pain tolerance like?

She is a women of color and a single mother, her pain tolerance is insanely high because people don’t listen anyway. (yes, that’s shade)

48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos?

She doesn’t. (Desperately trying to remember if she does now... oops?)

49. Do they have any piercings?

Just a single on both ears.

51. What is their height? Weight?

5′4″ 130lbs ish

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

She thin, not overly fit.

53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone?

Dark brown/ Hazel/ Dark Beige

55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers?

She has a fairly low tolerance for alcohol, but that’s generally because she doesn’t drink often. When she gets wine drunk she gets affectionate. The few times she has been hungover have been exhausting because she doesn’t give her self time to recover.

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)

Her natural scent is warm spices, with almost a vanilla finish. She has a jasmine perfume that makes her slightly more feminine and floral.

57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin?

She hasn’t had an active sex life until she married Sam. Before that it had been a few years. No, she isn’t a virgin and this is a dumb question because it is an outdated misogynistic construct.

58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute?

Her big, bright, multicolored eyes. Then her smile.

59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF?

Not exactly resting, but you get the point. Yes.

60. Describe the way they sleep.

She sleeps curled on her side, in the middle of the bed. If Sam’s already up, she is stealing his pillow to cuddle. If Sam is sleeping elsewhere, she stays to her side.

Environment:

61. Which season is their favorite season?

Summer, though she was born in the winter, she prefers it if she can function outside or at least read by the lake.

62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others?

Okay, yes, everyone has been betrayed. She is currently dealing with the ramifications of an unjust deal with Heaven. It’s not easy for her.

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

Her dog Bandit.

64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily?

Yes, she is a slight woman, she gets cold easily.

65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick?

She has a solid immune system, even when she gets sick she powers through. Bad mental health days knock her down a few pegs though.

66. Where do they live? Do they like it there?

Currently living in Denver, CO with Sam and Bandit. She lived in Chicago with her son and dog previously.

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

No, she keeps her bedroom clean because she shares it (for the most part) now. The bathroom and kitchen are always spotless. The living room is a little cluttered, but that’s generally Bandit’s toys and research she leaves out when she’s not grading in the dining room.

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality?

She was surrounded by love. Her mom was a waitress at a diner and her paternal granddad and big mama helped raised her. She knew she had to work hard for anything to come to her and she also was psychic so she was able to sense how her family was “odd” or “wrong” depending on whose thoughts she heard. She grew up learning to respect people and kill them with kindness, or wit if she had to.

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality?

See above.

70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets?

She loves animals, but is very much a dog person. Yes, Bandit, the best boy ever.

71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

She is amazing with kids, especially one on one. She has a son George, who would have been 13 last spring. She is unable to have more.

72. Would they rather have stability or comfort?

Stability. Knowing what to expect is its own level of comfort.

73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors?

She is generally indoors, but generally all of her active free time is spent outside.

74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms?

To be in, sunny and clear. She likes storms from the safety of inside and thunder more than the lightning.

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

She would probably doodle old geometric patterns found on ancient manuscripts as a border. Possibly make a list of things that need doing or write the same word over and over again in different fonts.

76. How organized are they?

Fairly, not obsessively so.

77. What is their most prized possession?

Her PhD.

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend?

She was close with a few colleagues at her last job, a small college just outside of Chicago. But her mother was her best friend so it is hard to put that title on someone else since she lost her.

79. What is their economic situation?

Currently upper-middle class. Previously working class struggling with medical bills.

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?

She is not a morning person, but doesn’t stay up too late unless she has too.

Miscellaneous:

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood?

No. Unless someone is severely hurt.

82. What is their handwriting like?

Not too neat, but generally a combination of print and cursive.

83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim?

Yes, well enough to not die, she doesn’t know all the strokes or anything. Sure, but not as much as she likes sunbathing.

84. Which deadly sin do they represent best?

Oh, this is a tough one! I am going to say Envy, because though she had a great family growing up, she was still very much aware of what other people had. And their problems always seemed so frivolous.

85. Do they believe in ghosts?

Yes, she was a psychic, she spoken to spirits before.

86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays?

She has her great-grandmother’s china that she keeps for the big holidays, Christmas, Easter, etc. She would host the cousins and aunties with her grandma and once her mom got too sick, it was harder to get everyone together. She and George would go to her Aunt Janice’s house when they could for Sunday dinner, but traffic in and out of the city was a pain during the school year.

87. What is something they regret?

Killing her son in self-defense.

88. Do they have an accent?

Not usually, she was in an academic setting for so long she doesn’t let it slip out often.

89. What is their D&D alignment?

Neutral Good, laws and those who enforce them should evolve quicker than they do.

90. Are they right or left handed?

Right.

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said?

She groaned, grabbing his face in both her hands. “Fine! Asshole. But you better make it worth it.”

She was pointing a finger at his agreeing puppy dog face now.

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Character Development Questions

Part 1: The Basics

What is your full name? Flora Elizabeth Blume

Where and when were you born? San Francisco, California on April 4th 1978

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) My mother is Joanne Blume, a retired teacher who isn’t ever afraid to say exactly what she thinks. She has little to no filter, which has made for many an awkward conversation in the past. My father is Richard Blume, a retired accountant. He’s proud, probably too proud sometimes, and occasionally outspoken. Apparently I’m the most like him out of his three daughters.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? I have two younger sisters - Pippa and Sam. I get on with Pippa the most, probably because our personalities don’t clash so much. We’ve always been able to open up to each other about a lot of things. Sam and I butt heads a lot and we always have done. I’ve always just assumed it’s because I’m the oldest and she’s the youngest, but who knows.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. I live on Manhattan’s Upper East Side in New York City, with Henry and our son Finley. Henry and I have been through a lot together - we’re not married but we act like we are. The apartment is Henry’s and we’ve lived there as a family for about a year almost.

What is your occupation? I’m a Nurse Practitioner

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye colour, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. I’m about five foot one, so not exactly blessed with height. I don’t make a habit of weighing myself, but I’d say I’m about average for a woman of my height. I’m caucasian with brown hair and brown eyes, and a few freckles all over my skin. I enjoy a floral print, and I’m probably more comfortable in dresses and skirts than trousers, although at work I don’t have much of a choice. No tattoos, but I do have a couple of piercings - ears and my naval (don’t ask). I have a small scar in my right eyebrow, and a couple of marks on my back from past scrapes.

To which social class do you belong? If you’d asked me this a year ago, I would’ve said working to middle class, but I’m not too sure any more.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? No allergies as far as I’m aware. No diseases or physical weaknesses - I’m in (near) perfect shape.

Are you right- or left-handed? Right-handed

What does your voice sound like? Like my voice? I don’t really know how to describe it. (Cue Henry shouting “whiny” in the distance)

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? Too many terms of endearment probably. I use them a lot at work and that’s bled into my home life. I probably roll my eyes way too much as well.

What do you have in your pockets? Nothing because I don’t have any. You can thank the manufacturers of women’s clothing for that.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? As far as I’m aware, no. You’re probably better asking Henry or Fin this question, although I dread what that answer would be.

Part 2: Growing Up

How would you describe your childhood in general? Wonderful. I had a really happy childhood and I know how lucky I was to have two very loving parents. They couldn’t have done any more for us than they did.

What is your earliest memory? The day Sam was born. I remember us going to visit my mom in the hospital, and my dad left me in charge of Pip while he went to get my mom some flowers. I remember feeling so grown up being an older sister a second time.

How much schooling have you had? All of it - all the way to undergrad at college at least anyway.

Did you enjoy school? Yeah, I liked it. I enjoyed learning a lot when I was a kid, and I still do.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? Through working. Studying nursing is one thing, but it’s a whole different ball game once you start on the job. You learn things that can’t be taught in a classroom.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. Probably my dad. He was always so hardworking and I knew I wanted to be like that when I grew up. Sometimes I thought he put a little too much into his work, and he could’ve spent more time with us, but I suppose all he wanted to do was provide for his family and I respect that.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? I got on pretty well with most of my family. Sam was the only one I really butted heads with. We’re just like polar opposites in some ways, but then we’re both really stubborn too. She thinks I boss her around too much, and I think she needs to take more responsibility for herself. We’re still like this with each other now.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I honestly can’t remember. Probably a teacher because my mom was one, and it was the only job I’d ever really come into contact with.

As a child, what were your favourite activities? I played with dolls a lot, and me and my sisters would always make up games together. Embarrassingly, we’d sometimes make up dance routines to show my parents. Thank god there’s no video evidence of that.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? Bossiness was the main one, which I dispute to this day, but everyone tells me I’m wrong. I was also pretty protective of my sisters too, always helping them whenever they fell over or got into any kind of scrape. I didn’t like seeing them hurt.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? Not really, no. I had a few close friends when I was a kid, but I think Pip was definitely the popular one out of the three of us. The friends I had lasted all the way through to high school though - Lillian, Maggie and Kathryn. I still see them every now and again.

When and with whom was your first kiss? I think I was about thirteen or something. It was with some guy at school that I thought I liked. It was awful, just like a first kiss is meant to be because neither of you has a clue what you’re doing.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? No. I don’t remember a lot about my first time if I’m completely honest. I was at college and I just wanted to get it out of the way so I was pretty drunk when it actually happened. I don’t even remember the guy’s name...

Part 3: Past Influences

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? Giving birth to Finley.

Who has had the most influence on you? Probably Henry and Fin, both for very different reasons. I changed a lot after I first met Henry, and becoming a mom has probably changed me the most throughout my whole life.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Raising Finley in a safe and stable home, and being able to watch him grow up.

What is your greatest regret? Not telling Henry how much I loved him before he left all those years ago. If I could change one thing in my life, that would be it.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? I don’t think I’ve ever done anything evil. Does elbowing Henry in the balls to get out of watching a horror film count? If so, then that.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? A small one, from stupid behaviour in my twenties.

When was the time you were the most frightened? When they first took me into the House. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my whole life.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? I can think of a million embarrassing things that have happened to me - most involving Henry.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? Borrowing money from a loan shark while I was in college was a very stupid thing to do. But then, if I hadn’t done that stupid thing I might never have met Henry, so I probably wouldn’t change that. I’d change the moment when I decided not to tell him that I loved him.

What is your best memory? I have two - the first time I ever held Fin, and the year that Henry decided to spend Christmas in Florida instead of with his family.

What is your worst memory? There are way too many to recall from living in the House. We’d be here all day.

Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? Optimist.

What is your greatest fear? Losing Henry or Fin.

What are your religious views? I’m Christian, but non-practicing.

What are your political views? Liberal.

What are your views on sex? It’s great?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? My gut response is no, but if someone put anyone I care about in danger then that answer would quickly change to yes. I wouldn’t ever say it’s acceptable, but I’d do anything to protect the people I love.

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? I mean, murder is the obvious answer.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? Sort of, I think. I believe in love and I think that’s enough to believe in.

What do you believe makes a successful life? Honesty, loyalty and having a strong and loving family around you, whether you come from one or you have to build your own from scratch.

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? I’ve been told that I’m a bad liar, so I’d say I’m pretty honest about most things.

Do you have any biases or prejudices? Not any more, I don’t think so. Well. Maybe a little. Some rich people are still snooty and up their own asses, the Dunnes excluded.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? I can think of one thing that I keep refusing to do, but I might be slowly coming around to it. I don’t know. I can’t decide. GAH.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? Henry and Fin, without question.

Part 5: Relationships With Others

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? I’d like to think I treat everyone politely. I wouldn’t ever want to make anyone feel uncomfortable (unless your name is Jen Breslin).

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? Finley, because he’s my son. Henry and I have to put him first all the time.

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? My mom. She’s put up with my dad for over forty years and she probably deserves a medal for that. She’s also so easy-going about everything and I don’t know how she does it.

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. I still keep in touch with my old school friends. We don’t see each other as often as we’d like because we all live in different states now, but we try. I have a few friends at work who I’ll sometimes socialise with, but I wouldn’t say I have a ‘best’ friend.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person. I do, Henry - very attractive and mostly very annoying but I love him a lot. We spend most of our lives bickering over stupid things but that’s kind of our thing now. I wouldn’t change what we have for anything else.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. Already in love and it’s going pretty well.

What do you look for in a potential lover? I have no idea how to answer this question without me just describing Henry.

How close are you to your family? Pretty close. I don’t see them nearly as much as I’d like to because we live at opposite ends of the country, but we see each other as much as we can.

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? Yeah, it’s just me, Henry and Fin at the moment. Not that we’re planning to expand any more.

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? I’m the idiot who chooses not to turn to anyone because she’s stubborn and thinks she can handle it. I would probably turn to Henry though.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? Henry. He’s done it in the past and I’ve never had a reason not to trust him.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? My whole family, I hope.

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? I don’t despise anyone. Jen Breslin.

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? I’ll be honest, I tend to argue. I’m not always very good at avoiding conflict because I like to make my opinion known. Because, let’s be honest, I’m usually right.

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? That depends. I won’t dub myself leader if I have no idea what I’m doing. Surprisingly I’m good at taking orders sometimes.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? Depends on the people. I’ll do it if I have to, and I’ll always be polite, but I don’t like having to stand and listen to someone drone on about something I’m not interested in (which is what most of Henry’s mom’s dinner parties have involved...) If it’s family then I’m happy to be in a big group of them.

Do you care what others think of you? Unfortunately, yeah, I do. I know I shouldn’t care.

Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

What is/are your favourite hobbies and pastimes? I like gardening, although I don’t have anywhere to do that in New York. I also like reading, going for walks, watching movies, dancing badly to whatever’s on the radio.

What is your most treasured possession? A necklace my mom gave me when I was sixteen that had belonged to my grandma. I don’t really wear it much because I’m so scared of losing it or breaking it.

What is your favourite colour? Pink

What is your favourite food? Lemon cheesecake

What, if anything, do you like to read? I like thriller novels, and I love a good romance one too.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? Don’t smoke, occasionally drink, and I’ve never taken drugs. I’ve never been interested in smoking or drugs, and I can definitely say that I never will be.

How do you spend a typical Saturday night? Sprawled out on top of Henry, forcing him to watch Dirty Dancing for the hundredth time. If Finley is out then we’d probably spend all night having sex, I’m not gonna lie.

What makes you laugh? Stupid things like people falling over - as long as they don’t actually get hurt. Successfully winding Henry up makes me laugh to.

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? I’d probably be boring and just read a book or do a puzzle or something.

How do you deal with stress? I’d like to think I deal with it pretty well. My job is quite stress-filled, but I try to stay as calm as possible. Freaking out isn’t going to do anyone any good.

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? A bit of both. I like to be organised in life, but I don’t want to plan every second of every day out. I need some spontaneity for life to be exciting.

What are your pet peeves? Anything unhygienic is a no-no for me. Like people who don’t wash their hands? Gross.

Part 7: Self Images And Etc.

What is your greatest strength as a person? I like to think I’m quite resilient and adaptable.

What is your greatest weakness? Always putting everyone else before myself.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? To be a little less argumentative and stubborn.

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? I actually think I’m a healthy mix of both. Maybe a tad more extroverted.

Are you generally organised or messy? Always organised.

Do you like yourself? Mostly, yeah.

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? I’ve sort of already achieved my main goal in life. I always wanted to have a family of my own and I have that. If it got a little bigger then I wouldn’t mind that, but I’m not sure if that will happen.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Dealing with a terrible teenager.

If you could choose, how would you want to die? Peacefully, in my sleep, when I’m very very old.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? Being a good mom. Helping people as much as I could. Drinking way too much coffee.

What three words best describe your personality? Affectionate, protective, intelligent.

What three words would others probably use to describe you? Stubborn, dramatic, smothering.

#cd #𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕤 [ headcanons ]#now i sleep

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mae-gi-writes · 6 years ago

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Of Smoke Rings and Cigarettes (Suga/Yoongi x OC) Part Two

Synopsis: Yoongi was a merciless killer working for one of the mafia gangs in town. Danah was a waitress that had to support her two younger siblings. When she accidentally witnesses one of Yoongi’s murders, he makes sure to blackmail her into silence. What he hadn’t considered was, in fact, the strangest possibility that this particular girl could make him see the world differently.

Don’t mind him, Danah chants inside her mind as she glances over her shoulder for probably the fiftieth time that day. Don’t mind him, he’s not coming around anymore. He has no reason to.

But that isn’t enough to dispel her fear.

‘Danah, you’ve been staring outside all morning.’ Her co-worker, who goes by the name of Sam, folds her arms over her chest with a sigh. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘Nothing’s wrong.’ Danah mumbles, turning back to the table she’s been busy wiping down.

It’s been a few days since Yoongi’s sudden appearance but the memory is still as fresh as a raw wound that haunts her mind. Her boss had found her, practically bursting a vein in barely restrained irritation as he’d reprimanded her of escaping her work responsibilities and taking a stroll outside when all her colleagues had been busy serving tables. It had caused Danah to flush with embarrassment before she’d apologized numerous times. This had led to her working overtime to clean up all the dirty dishes and conduct one last cleanup of the entire front area of the restaurant. She managed to drag her feet home and barely made it to her front door, limbs aching from overwork.

Danah has a very bad habit of getting in trouble with the manager. It’s not the first earful she’s gotten and it’s definitely not going to be the last. She’s been working at Delta ever since she finished school in order to provide for her two siblings which, in Danah’s view, isn’t as bad as she initially thought it would be. The older girl knows and supports Lisa’s dream of going off to college or university to get a good degree in whatever smart field she likes, for Lisa is the one with the brain. Danah, unfortunately, hadn’t been that great at studying and thus there are sacrifices to make. She’s decided, albeit ignoring the continuous protests from Lisa’s part, that she wouldn’t pursue an education, keeping the money saved up from when her dad was around to finance Lisa and Samuel’s instead.

It’s a little after three in the afternoon when she can finally breathe and grt away from her shift. Quickly packing her things to escape the manager’s temper, Danah breathes out a relieved sigh when she is finally out of the restaurant’s vicinity.

It’s hot and humid, the kind of day that makes her fringe stick to her forehead. Wiping her face with her shirt sleeve, Danah’s attention suddenly shifts to her phone when it blinks, signalling that she’s gotten a message.

As she scans the words, her eyes widen and she doesn’t waste time to press down the call button.

‘You have to go and get Samuel,’ she says as soon as her smaller sister picks up the phone, ‘he can’t walk home alone, he’s only six.’

‘Danah, I have a meeting right now and I can’t miss this. It’s for the annual fair,’ Lisa replies, tone clearly showcasing frustration. She can imagine Lisa tugging at her light brown strands, a habit she falls into whenever something doesn’t go her way, ‘And you know I can’t miss the annual fair. I’m the official president of the English Lit Club.’

‘But I can’t get to the school in time to get Samuel--’

‘He’s fine, Danah.’ Lisa lets out a huff, ‘Seriously. I’ve been walking home alone all my life. You don’t have to baby him so much.’

‘That was back when everywhere was still safe.’

‘You’re such a worry-wuss.’

Danah glances down at her watch, frown deepening on her face when she realizes that it will take a lot more time to get to Samuel’s school. ‘Alright well,’ Danah mumbles into the phone, already taking off towards the subway station in hopes of catching the earliest train, ‘I’ll just go get him.’

‘Are you sure?’ The obvious worry in Lisa’s voice echoes Danah’s own worries and she can’t help but bite down on her bottom lip at the thought that Samuel might get impatient and start walking home without her. Maybe he’ll think that nobody’s coming to get him. That is enough to fasten her pace until she’s actually running.

‘Yeah,’ Danah breathlessly murmurs before hanging up. She dashes through the streets and winds her way around the throng of people, practically launching herself onto the right train before the door closes in her face.

Spending a soft murmur of apology at having barrelled right into a couple of strangers, she quickly and efficiently waddles through until she finds a vacant spot, before her arms reach towards the wall, stabilizing her body against the moving ground.

It seems to take more than just thirty minutes to get to Samuel’s school and Danah is practically a heavying, sweaty mess when she finally catches sight of the familiar green gates. She squints, eyes scanning the front area before finding the figure of the said little boy she’d been looking for.

Taking a step forward, she’s about to call out her brother’s name before a frown blossoms over her face.

It’s not the fact that Samuel is sitting atop the front steps, swinging his feet excitedly.

It’s not the fact that he holds a lollipop in his hands, one that she doens’t recall putting into his school bag.

There’s a man sitting next to him, his lanky limbs turned to give the said boy his full attention.

And when the stranger finally lifts his eyes into her direction, Danah feels her throat closing with shock. Breaths escape her. Her chest tightens.

She’d recognize this face anywhere.

His ashy blonde strands. His defined jaw. His dark, brooding gaze that pierce right through her skull like a dagger.

Yoongi gazes at her for a full minute. She stares back with her jaw agape and a few beats of silence pass.

He smirks.

That snaps Danah back into action.

‘Samuel!’ she bellows, hoping her voice doesn’t give any of her fear away, hoping that Samuel can’t actually see the apprehending sense of horror crawling through her veins at the thought of this murderer being so close to him.

She walks over in hurried strides, barely managing to conceal her shaky hands while Samuel’s face lights up at her appearrance.

‘Danah!’ he cries, jumping up from his seat and not hesitating to wrap his arms around her mid-thighs. Lifting his head to give her a pout, Samuel throws her a look of accusation, ‘You’re late!’

‘I know, I know,’ Danah’s hand smoothes over her brother’s brown locks, ‘I’m sorry. Lisa was supposed to come pick you up but she couldn’t at the last minute and I just got off work when I read her message.’

‘It’s okay, He kept me company,’ Samuel’s finger jabs in the said man’s direction, ‘his name is Yoongi. He says he’s your friend.’

Danah freezes at that. He’s definitely not a friend and albeit the fact that he’s a murderer, this is her family he’s associating himself with. A trickle of annoyance flows through her, but she pushes it away as the memory of his pale hands curled around a dagger resurfaces in her mind.

She tries not to shiver. Without looking at him, Danah wraps a protective arm around Samuel’s shoulder, ‘I told you not to talk to strangers, Samuel.’

‘But he’s nice. He gave me a lollipop. He even knows your name! He says you’re friends with him. Is he your friend?’

‘No,’ She takes this chance to throw Yoongi a scowl, ‘No, I don’t know him.’

‘Come on Danah,’ The said man in question lifts himself up, causing the girl to flinch back on impulse. Panic is strumming through her like red alarm bells ringing, but she doesn’t want to alert Samuel nor does she want to cause a fit.

Yoongi has no business with her anymore. She doesn’t understand why he’s here. If he’d wanted her dead then he would’ve done so ages ago.

But why is he associating himself with her family?

‘We just talked yesterday,’ Yoongi’s smirk only grows upon noticing how she draws the younger boy closer, as if she’d pull him close enough he’d disappear right into her body and hide away from the said blonde murderer.

‘Leave Samuel out of this.’ Danah’s voice shakes with repressed anger, her eyes giving him a warning.

Yoongi’s head cocks, ‘Samuel enjoys my company. Don’t you Sam?’

Hearing her young brother’s endeared nae fall from this murderer’s mouth makes her want to slam a fist in his face. How dare he talk about Samuel that way? He has nothing to do with them and Danah wants it to stay that way.

‘Lollipop man told me all about his family.’ Samuel suddenly pipes up, ‘there’s Chang, who is like lollipop man’s dad except that he called him a bastard. And then there’s Hoseok, who lollipop man says has a small dick— ‘

‘Samuel!’ Danah clamps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide at such profanities, ‘you don’t say that kind of stuff.’

‘But lollipop man said it. What’s a small dick, Danah?’

The said girl’s eyes don’t hesitate to sweep right through to Yoongi, a glare etched on her face.

‘Leave us alone.’ There is barely restrained anger underlying her usually soft soprano, but Yoongi barely raises a brow before chuckling at her attitude.

He shoves his hands in his pockets before dipping his head down to Samuel, ‘I’ll see you around Sam, when your sister isn’t in the foulest mood.’

They both watch him stroll away, whistling a random tune as he turns onto a street. Danah’s heart is beating hard and fast, as if she’s just run a marathon, but the fear pumping through her veins adamantly reminds her of the danger that prevails.

She shouldn’t even be talking to him and she doesn’t want to. So why is he even bothering them in the first place?

Questions keep rolling about and churning inside her head, distracting her attention while she cooks up a simple eggs and broccoli for dinner. If her siblings noticed her silence then they didn’t say anything about it, and it’s not until Samuel is tucked safely in bed and Danah is sitting at their shared table that Lisa finally peels off her mask.

‘What’s wrong?’ Lisa asks, her gaze a permanent fixture on Danah’s figure while the said girl pauses, the money she’s busy counting suddenly feeling like lead in her hands.

‘Nothing.’ Danah finally mumbles although she knows itma not going to be enough to satisfy her sister.

‘Danah.’

‘What? I said it was nothing.’ Danah shrugs.

Lisa’s sigh echoes through the room before she starts combing through her hair using her nimble fingers. Danah impulsively touches her own dark mass, wondering how they can be related when they both look so entirely different.

‘Fine. Be that way. Don’t tell me.’ Lisa then squints ‘wait— are you mad at me because I couldn’t go fetch Samuel?’

‘God no.’ Danah feels like snorting. Of all things, that’s not even a worry to think about. But from Lisa’s confused frown, she can tell that Lisa isn’t buying any of it. She hurriedly adds, , ‘I just got in trouble with my boss, is all.’

That seems to satisfy her for she nods and resumes her work, allowing the older girl to get back to her multiple theories.

It keeps her up all night for the next days to come, but there is no sign of him, not in her presence nor with her siblings, whom she made sure to question about anything that might’ve seemed strange. Samuel doesn’t mention the lollpop man anymore and that calms her down somewhat, thinking that maybe he’a finally left them in peace.

That is, until one Friday evening.

Danah has just gotten ready for her night shift and is hurriedly scurrying down the sidewalk when a black motorcycle suddenly pulls over next to her. Frowning, she doesn’t hesitate to speed up her pace, only to yell in shock when a hand grabs at her before spinning her body around.

A hand clamps down on her mouth.

‘Don’t yell.’

Those eyes, she can recognize them anywhere.

Noticing her lack of struggle, Yoongi’s grip relaxes and Danah doesn’t hesitate to kick his shin as hard as she can. The man grunts, stumbling back while Danah breaks into a run down the street, legs pumping as she ignores her pounding heart.

But she doesn’t get very far, for all too soon he grabs onto her shoulder, whipping her around before pushing her into an alleyway. She stumbles, back slamming against the wall. Yoongi’s eyes are hard, dark with intent. One of his hands are at her shoulder, the other rests at the base of her neck. A threat.

‘You’re making this harder for both of us.’ He hisses, slackening his grip upon feeling her muscles go limp in resignation. Drawing back slightly, his nose wrinkles up in distaste, ‘You smell like fried fish.’

She looks at him for a moment, wondering whether he’s joking or not. But while she’d felt his threat loud and clear that one night where he paid her a visit at the restaurant, there doesn’t seem to be any bad intentions lingering through him, except for the fact that he’d practically cornered her into an alley without reason.

Her initial panic slowly turns into annoyance the more she looks at him. He’s busy removing dirt from his fingernails, but his eyes flicker up to hers as soon as he notices her brown orbs.

‘What?’ he drawls, as though she’s the one doing something bad when he clearly just might as well have abducted her.

‘I won’t tell anyone.’ She lifts her chin, ‘I told you that already.’

‘So?’

‘So,’ irritation pricks at her skin, ‘why are you constantly stalking me and my family?’

Yoongi looks up at her with a raised brow, ‘it’s fun.’ He says as if the statement is obvious enough.

Anger curls through her stomach, a sour taste filling the back of her tongue as her nostrils flare up in barely restrained irritation.

‘Please,’ she murmurs, ‘please just leave me alone.’

He cocks his head, eyes contemplating her in silence. He doesn’t say a word, only keeps watching her with an intense gaze that seems to pierce right through her skull. It’s so intense it makes her uncomfortable, until she squirms uncomfortably.

‘What?’ Her words, though she intended them as sharp, come out in a soft murmur. Nervous, her gaze slides away to the ground. Why is he staring at her like that?

‘I’m debating whether I’m amused or annoyed at the fact that you don’t seem scared.’ A smirk dances across his lips, ‘which one is it?’

‘Why did you show up at Samuel’s school?’ She shoots him a question instead.

‘Why can’t I?’

‘We had a deal. I keep your secret and you stay out of my life.’ Tiredness suddenly fills her. She doesn’t want any part of this. A part of her just doesn’t care about what he does. If he wants to kill her then so be it. Her finger slip through her hair and tugs at her brown locks, a frustrated sigh falling from her lips, ‘I’m not looking for any trouble. I just don’t want my family to get dragged into this.’

‘And they won’t be as long as you keep your end of the deal.’

Danah throws him a glare, ‘fine. Don’t talk to my brother again.’

Yoongi leans back against the opposite wall as his fingers fumble to take out a cigarette. He lights it up efficiently before taking a slow drag, ‘can’t promise you that. Your brother’s cute.’

‘Not a valid reason.’

‘Cuteness overrules everything.’

‘Don’t say that. It makes you sound like a pedophile.’

She’s actually surprised that he has the decency to flush. It’s slight, the tip of his ears glowing red as he hides his discomfort by taking another drag.

‘So,’ She says, glancing down ar her watch to realise that she’s doing to be late. And she can’t be late unless she wants to be fired this time, ‘are we good then?’

The blonde shrugs but doesn’t stop her when she slips out of the alleyway. Danah breathes out a sigh only when she’s finally turned the corner street, her heart practically pounding inside her chest as she processes the encounter she’s just had.

For god’s sake, he’s a murderer. Danah squeezes her eyes shut. Her fists dig so deep into her palms they draw out blood. I’m having casual conversation with a murderer.

She shouldn’t be speaking to him. She shouldn’t even be in the same area as he is. He’s dangerous, someone who can kill, someone who has the skill to do so.

And yet, there’s nothing that gives him away. She remembers his eyes, dark and as hard as walls blocking her out. But there hadn’t been any sign of danger, hadn’t been any indication that he might do something out of line. The merciless killer from that night and the blonde young man who cornered her are totally different people. It makes her wonder about him, about his private life. He did seem ruthless, slashing the victim’ throat and slipping away like a shadow in the dark of night. But the man whom she’s converses with, the man with the cigarette and who took out her trash, that man doesn’t seem to be as bad as she makes him out to be.

She shakes off all her internal discussion with her own brain as soon as she reaches her destination and pushing the door open, Danah decides that this can be dealt with later.

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She thought that Yoongi’s visits would cease once they’d talked it out in the alleyway. But clearly she’s wrong when she catches sight of hs familiar blonde mop beside Samuel’s a few days later.

Danah sighs, more resigned than fearful. After all, if he did want them dead then they’d already be buried in their graves by now.

She’d initially thought that the main reason was to ensure that she’d stay quiet about the whole ordeal. But now she isn’t really sure whether it’s about that at all, or that maybe he has too much time on his hands.

Maybe he’s just bored.

‘Samuel!’ She yells, stomping over to their figured before wrenching her brother behind her back.

She sends Yoongi a scowl, ‘What is it now?’ She barks out with impatience.

He brushes off invisible dust from his jeans, standing up to meet her gaze, ‘I was just passing by and your brother seemed lonely. How come you’re always late?’

‘That’s none of your business.’ She shoots back before turning on Samuel, ‘and you, I told you not to talk to strangers.’

‘But lollipop man’s not a stranger.’ Samuel blinks back innocently,’ he’s my friend!’

Danah’s eyebrows shoot up at the younger boy’s statement before she throws Yoongi a look that says that he’s going to regret it if he doesn’t drop this charade. Samuel is innocent and doesn’t know right from left -- who is Yoongi to interfere with that?

She has to remind herself that these are the hands of a killer, that this is face that has seen death and stared at it straight without batting an eyelash. This is a man who took a life, a man that will not hesitate to throw souls under a bus just because he’s been ordered to do so.

And that renders him even scarier, the fact that Yoongi may not appear to be what he truly is.

One thing is for sure; that Danah has never heard of stories involving murderers that end well.

It usually finishes with a grande finale of bloodshed and she isn’t sure whether she wants her life to end this way.

‘We’re going home.’ She doesn’t hesitate to make a grab for Samuel’s hand, pulling him physically away from the blonde haired man before starting to walk towards the bus stop. Samuel trails after her while stumbling his feet, stumbling on a few steps when he turns around to wave goodbye.

She catches her younger brother’s movements, sees the small grin that alights Yoongi’s face when he waves back, and hurriedly turns forward before shaking her head. He killed someone, she tries to remind herself, repeating it like an old tune over and over again in her head, He killed someone and he’s threatening to kill you if you don’t keep your end of the bargain.

No matter what Yoongi does or says, Danah can’t forget the gravity of what he’s done.

Because even though there’s a small flame of pity that alights inside her chest whenever she sees him all alone and by himself, she has to reign back her emotions, tell her mind that his life is not worth putting hers on the line.

‘Danah, why don’t you like lollipop man?’ Samuel’s question pulls her out of her own world of thoughts.

Glancing down at the said young boy, she presses her lips together in a sigh before replying, ‘He’s bad, Samuel. You shouldn’t be talking to him. He’s a bad, bad man.’

‘What did he do?’

‘Some very bad things that I can’t even tell you,’ Danah shakes her head, ‘You just have to listen to me alright? He’s bad and you shouldn’t be talking to him. It’s dangerous.’

She can feel Samuel’s gaze, can feel his judgement as he’s taking in all of her words and contemplating it over in his own mind. But she can’t face him, doesn’t want to when she knows she’s only going to see some flicker of doubt. And though she’s aware that what she’s saying is a lot of the truth, she can’t help but feel her chest get heavy at the thought of drawing people away from Yoongi on purpose. It’s not the fact that she feels something for the murderer, it’s not even the fact that she feels guilty about it because he deserves such a thing for taking away an innocent life. It’s because she feels somewhat responsible. All these days when Yoongi had been popping up randomly in her face, the times where she’d seen him even when she didn’t want to, it made it look like he doesn’t have much to do. That he doesn’t have many friends to visit or that he doesn’t have any friends at all. Which wouldn’t surprise her in the least due to his dangerous job.

And he’s been trying so hard to wriggle himself in the small cracks of her life that Danah wonders whether what he’s looking for is just the warmth of a human voice to talk to. She guesses that, due to the nature of his job, it’s hard to trust people.

Does he even have a job? She had just assumed that it was linked to the whole murder ordeal.

‘Alright.’ comes Samuel’s answer. Part of her is relieved to hear her brother agree so easily when he can sometimes be the brattiest kid on earth. And yet, a smaller portion of her brain hisses guiltily into her ear.

But Danah brushes it away. It’s for the best.

It always is.

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of Smoke Rings and Cigarettes! I’m loving writing Yoongi in a mafia au it’s always been something I wanted to write about cause I’m just so intrigued by gangs and what they do even though I know it’s bad haha. Anyway, enjoy this one! PArt 3 is coming up soon! Leave a heart and reblog! :) Thank you so much y’all for your support xx

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5hfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Camren: At First Sight (Chapter 4)

Trigger Warning: mention of sexual assault

A/N: Hi guys! If you want to start from the beginning, it’s posted on Wattpad (@paigejv). Enjoy :)

“UGHHHH,” I groaned into my pillow, fumbling to silence the alarm. Ms. Philips wouldn’t mind if I came late to first period, right? Surely a top student deserves a little leeway…

I jolted up in bed.

“Guys,” I rasped, my eyes squinting against the sunlight pouring through the cabin window. “It’s elimination day.”

No response. Turning to my right, I ran my fingers over the now vacant space beside me. I sighed when I found the sheets cold.

Before I could wonder further, Lauren came striding through the bunk door, her notebook tucked under her arm. “No shit, Sherlock,” she grinned. “How’s your leg?”

“Throbbing,” I winced. “But I’ll live.” I scrunched my blankets to the bottom of the bed and climbed to my feet. With a hiss, I managed to limp forward, over to Dinah’s sleeping form.

She lay curled beneath her covers, her head turned away from the wall. I cupped my hands around my mouth.

“Are you sure that’s—” Lauren started, her eyes wide.

“IT’S TIME TO GET UP,” I shouted into Dinah’s ear, my voice echoing through the cabin.

She sat up so fast, she nearly banged her head on the bedpost. “What the hell, Mila!” The younger girl grabbed for her heart, jabbing an accusing finger in my face. “You little shit.”

I shrugged, grinning. “You looked so peaceful.”

“And you, Lauren? I would have thought you knew better,” Dinah glared.

She raised her hands protectively. “Hey, hey. Don’t drag me into this. That was all Camz.”

“So when I pummel her, you won’t stop me?”

Ally’s moan saved Lauren from answering. “Remind me again why we went to bed so late?”

“Hot guys,” Lauren smirked.

“Assholes.”

I raised my eyebrow, turning toward Normani. “What?”

“Hm?”

“I thought you said—“

“We need to get ready,” she mumbled, not meeting my gaze. “There’s no time to shower.”

I nodded and limped back to my cubby. Lost in thoughts of the impending elimination, we dressed in silence, well-aware that our next trip to the cabin could be to pack our suitcases.

My hair was a disaster, so I tied it up in a ponytail before hurrying onto the porch.

“Camz—”

“Right, right, shoes.”

Lauren shook her head, smirking, as I limped back and stuffed them onto my feet.

“Don’t judge me. I’m so nervous.”

We headed toward the main building, trudging through the cold morning air. I took a deep breath.

“It will be over soon,” Ally smiled, throwing her arm across my shoulder. “Don’t worry. If anyone’s getting through, it’s going to be the five of us.”

I giggled. “Yeah, obviously, we’re—”

“All five? Those odds aren’t too hot,” Normani blurted.

Piercing green eyes turned a shade darker as Lauren glared at the older girl. “Not helping,” she spat.

“Hey, I’m just being realistic.”

I slipped my hand into Lauren’s and pulled her into the cafeteria before she could respond. “Let’s get some oatmeal.”

She followed reluctantly. “Mush, you mean.”

“Not when you add bananas.”

“Banana mush.”

I placed my hand over my heart. “And I thought we were friends.”

The corner of her mouth lifted. “Just because you have a weird obsession with bananas doesn’t mean I have to like eating them.”

“There’s a joke there somewhere,” Dinah smirked, joining us at the table.

I flushed slightly as Lauren poked my cheek.

“Hey look,” I announced, quickly changing the subject. “It’s Arin.” He stumbled into the cafeteria, half-asleep, and slid into the chair next to Keaton’s.

“Normaniiiii,” Ally sang. “You should go say hello.”

I giggled.

“Fuck off,” Normani muttered under her breath. Dinah gasped, and Ally looked hurt.

“What has gotten into you today?” Lauren asked angrily.

“Or last night, for that matter,” Dinah blurted. “Why’d you leave so early?”

I swung my eyes in her direction. Under our scrutiny, she fidgeted, her face turning red. “I—”

“Quiet, please.” Demi’s voice echoed around the cafeteria.

We had been too distracted to notice her entrance. I whipped my head around to face her, my heart already pounding. She stood with Simon at her side and tapped the microphone until the room fell silent. My stomach dropped as I braced myself for what she had to say.

“We’ll talk later,” Ally whispered.

Normani merely nodded, her eyes downcast.

“Will the following people please stand?” Demi cleared her throat and unfolded a piece of paper, preparing to read.

“Really?” Lauren whispered. “They’re going to do this here?”

“Shush,” I hissed.

“Emma Dover,” she read. “Catherine Edwards. Nate Elsen. Sam Gorman.”

My heart nearly stopped when I realized the list was alphabetical. I tuned out the rest of the names. “She skipped me.” I could feel the tears building behind my eyes, my face turning red.

Lauren squeezed my hand hard. “She’s skipped all of us, Camz.”

It was true. Demi was already past “M,” and not one of our five names had been called. Normani muttered to herself, looking as heartbroken as I felt.

“And Abby Williams,” Demi finished, replacing the mic in its stand. “Please follow me.”

We watched them leave the cafeteria mutely, gathering their things. Simon stayed at the front of the room, scanning our faces.

“She didn’t say what the names meant,” Ally whispered.

I closed my eyes.

The cafeteria door screeched shut, and we all turned to stare at Simon. He surveyed us in silence. And then the corner of his mouth lifted. “Relax. You all made it.”

The roar was deafening. I cried as Lauren’s arms came around my own, followed by Dinah, and Ally, and even Normani, who squeezed into the giant group hug so tight I could barely breathe.

Simon chuckled, then cleared his throat to call our attention. Twice. Three times. It wasn’t until Demi had returned, a good ten minutes later, that we reclaimed our seats and quieted down. My smile was so big, it felt like my cheeks were going to break.

“Congratulations,” Demi grinned. “You’ve really earned it.” Another round of applause shook the room.

“Should we explain the third challenge?” Simon murmured.

Demi considered for a moment, then turned her head and spoke into the mic. “Challenge 3 will be tomorrow afternoon. All you need to know for now,“ and she waved her hand over a stack of papers on the front table, “is the song you will perform. Once you finish breakfast, pick up your assignment and head to rehearsal straightaway.”

As the judges took their leave, Demi’s eyes met mine. She winked quickly, and like the weirdo I am, my hand raised in a thumbs-up. I flushed when she smiled knowingly.

Itching to get started, we hurried to the trashcan and dumped our bowls of mush.

I was in such a hurry to escape the rehearsal room that I left through a back door. Expecting to be alone, I was surprised to find a familiar shape sitting in the grass.

“Camz?” Lauren closed her notebook quickly when I walked toward her. She leaned forward, squinting against the sun. “What’s wrong?”

I wiped the tears from my eyes with shaking hands. “Nothing. I’m just being stupid.”

“Come here,” she implored, holding out her arms.

I scooted into them gratefully. As she stroked my hair, I let out a sigh, relaxing into her embrace. My eyelids slid shut.

“How do you do it?” I murmured.

“Do what?”

“Make me feel so good.”

I felt Lauren’s hand freeze on my hair. Then she laughed lightly, and I could breathe again. What the fuck, Camila.

“I guess I just understand where you’re coming from.”

I bit my lip. “Don’t tell me you also forgot the words when Simon walked by? No wait—you definitely didn’t knock over the music stand and spill your drink all over the floor. Only I could do that.”

She grimaced. “Sounds like a great practice.”

“The best.”

We fell into a comfortable silence. I wiggled slightly and moved down her body to rest my head in her lap. Stretching my legs across the grass, I watched as the shapes in the clouds raced through the sky, joining with the treetops when I couldn’t see any further.

These arms of mine, they are lonely / Lonely and feeling blue

My breath hitched when Lauren began to sing. At barely more than a whisper, I strained my ears, needing to hear every word.

These arms of mine, they are yearning / Yearning from wanting you

I lifted my chin to look at her, but those green eyes stared straight ahead, refusing to meet my gaze.

And if you would let them hold you / Oh, how grateful I will be

When I ran my fingers over her hand, her cheeks took on a red tinge, but her voice didn’t waver.

These arms of mine, they are burning / Burning from wanting you

She stopped as abruptly as she started. Of their own accord, my fingers reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “That was amazing,” I breathed.

“Thanks.” She finally dropped her eyes to meet mine, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. I had never seen her so vulnerable. Those green orbs consumed me, and I couldn’t look away, desperate to decipher her expression.

“Lauren?” I murmured.

“Yeah?” she breathed, her eyes still on mine.

“Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

I watched her blush up to the roots of her dark hair. She broke our eye contact and stared straight ahead, across the open field. “That I have to learn the end of that song if I’m going to have a shot at making it to the Judges’ Houses.” She gently pushed me off her lap and climbed to her feet, lifting her notebook from the grass. “We’d better go before lunch ends.”

I nodded mutely and wiped the dirt off my shorts.

“What,” Dinah pushed her food around her plate angrily, “has gotten into you guys?”

I looked up to see Lauren frowning into her spaghetti. She offered a vague shrug and merely rolled her eyes, avoiding my gaze completely.

“First Normani,” Dinah huffed, “and now you two.” She waved her fork between us. “No one’s saying anything.”

I reached for my napkin and let my fingers tear it to strips, too anxious to sit still.

“That’s it.” Dinah banged her cup on the table. “We’re gonna play a game. Outside, all of you, now.”

No one moved.

“We’re still eating,” Ally finally protested.

Dinah crossed her arms. “Fine. Then we’ll play right here. Truth or dare.”

“What do you want to know, Dinah? That I’m not as nice as you thought I was? That I don’t give a fuck about any of you?” Normani blurted.

I flinched and found myself leaning away from the older girl. She was my competitor, and there was a decent chance I wouldn’t see her after this week, but it hurt all the same.

“Fuck you.” Lauren finally said, her tone flat.

Instead of shooting back an insult, Normani dropped her head into her hands. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I sat there, frozen, as Dinah stretched her hand across the table and placed it reassuringly on the older girl’s arm. “Actually…I wanted to know what Arin did to you.”

My mouth dropped open. Lauren looked just as surprised as I felt; she turned in my direction, crinkling her nose in confusion. It was the first time she had looked at me since we came inside.

“Wait…” Ally sighed. “This has to do with—"

But Dinah ignored her, focusing her attention on Normani. “He didn’t, like, you know…”

I held my breath as we waited for her reply, a sick feeling settling in my stomach.

“No,” she finally murmured in a thick voice. She wiped her eyes roughly. “But if his friend hadn’t seen us…I don’t know. He could have.”

Dinah stood up so quickly her chair skidded against the wall. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” she snarled.

“No,” Normani repeated weakly. Lauren grabbed Dinah’s arm to stop her from charging across the cafeteria and attacking Arin then and there. “I mean…it just happened so fast. I’m not sure…”

“Not sure of what, Normani?” Ally asked softly.

But she just shook her head. “Never mind. Can we talk about something else?”

“No,” Lauren and Dinah scowled. “You’ve got to report him.”

Normani just shook her head. “And say what? He kissed me?” She scoffed. “It would be weirder if he hadn’t.”

I cleared my throat. “Wait, I don’t understand. So what happened?”

The older girl reached for her fork, pushing the food across her plate. “I don’t…know.” Her voice cracked.

We fell silent at that. I replayed the conversation, barely paying attention to Dinah as she walked around the table and wrapped Normani in a hug.

“It was fucking terrible,” she older girl mumbled, her gaze fixed on a speck of dirt beside her cup. “Whether I wanted him or not didn’t seem to matter.”

Lauren’s eyes turned a full shade darker. She clenched her fists, clearly itching to…well, I wasn’t really sure. But Arin wouldn’t like it.

“There’s only two days left, Normani,” Ally said softly. “Let’s hope he gets eliminated.”

“And we make it,” Normani hiccupped. “I’m sorry, guys. Really. You’re the best.”

“Duh,” Dinah grinned. “And from now on, no boys. We stick together.”

I looked at Lauren quickly, thinking about Keaton. But the corner of her mouth quirked. “No boys,” she echoed, her green eyes settling on my own. She smiled tentatively. I think my answering grin spoke for itself.

Lauren laced our fingers and pulled me into the auditorium. “What do you think the meeting’s about?”

“Maybe they’ll explain the final challenge?” The other contestants milled around the stage, and with a jolt, I remembered the first time I had come through those doors. Just as uncertain, just as nervous…but now I had the green-eyed girl beside me. That made all the difference.

“Earth to Camila,” Lauren sang.

I blushed, realizing I had been staring at her. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

She just shook her head, a grin pulling at her lips. “Never mind.”

We sat behind our bunkmates. Dinah was still consoling a distressed Normani, but Ally smiled at us in acknowledgement. When she turned back around, I leaned into Lauren’s side, sighing happily as her fingers rubbed patterns into my arm.

“Alright, listen up.” Demi spoke into the mic. I did a double take. Beside her stood…holy hell. “As you can see, we have two new judges joining us for the third challenge and the remainder of the season. Please welcome…Britney Spears and L.A. Reid!”

The applause was deafening. I grabbed Lauren’s arm, my mouth open, too starstruck to form words.

I loved the way her eyes sparkled under the stage lights. She laughed, giddy, and ran her hand through her hair. “As if things couldn’t get any crazier.”

“Cue flashback to seven-year-old me rocking it out to ‘Toxic,’” I giggled. “If you’d told me that I’d be singing in front of Britney Spears for real…”

“So you’ve always been a dork?” Lauren teased.

“Hey,” I whined. “I—"

“Shut it, lovebirds,” Dinah called over her shoulder. I didn’t register what she had said until Lauren jumped away from me, pushing my arm off hers. My wrist crashed into the floor to support my weight. “Oof,” I winced.

“Sorry,” she muttered, refusing to meet my gaze.

I tried to listen to L.A. Reid when he stepped up to the mic, but my mind was working in overdrive, spinning out of control. It was a joke I know Dinah didn’t mean anything by it but oh god Lauren sure thought she did I could see it written all over her face the way she pushed me away in disgust like she wanted nothing to do with me—

“Coming, Mila?” Ally asked. I shook my head slowly, staring around the room, surprised to find most of the contestants standing in four columns. I blinked, confused, before spotting Lauren and the girls lined up in front of Britney. She held a sign over her head that read “Teens,” so I scrambled to my feet and moved to join them.

When Arin ambled in front of me, I curled my lip, wishing I could shove him off the stage. Assuming Ally shared the same sentiment, I turned around…and was surprised to see she had joined Demi’s line. I raised my eyebrow, frowning.

“I’m 19,” she mouthed, pointing to the sign above Demi’s head. “Young adult.”

Hm. I hadn’t known that. I smiled weakly and raised my hand, giving her a thumbs-up.

“Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Demi spoke into the mic once more, dropping her sign at her feet. “The lines you’re in now are your competition. For the third challenge, you’ll be singing for one of six available spots in your age group.”

I gulped, my stomach dropping, as I looked up my line. No way in hell could I beat all those people. Not to mention…Lauren. I watched as she ran her hand through her long black hair. I willed her to turn around, but she kept her eyes trained on the judges.

“We want to give you the chance to work with other singers,” Demi continued. “Some of your coaches have complained that they can’t get through to you guys.”

I bit my lip. Whoops.

“If you look to your right and left, you’ll see your new group members. Not in your age category, of course, so help each other as much as you can, please. You’ll have the afternoon to run through your songs. After dinner, you’ll meet with your coaches and show them what you’ve learned.” Demi beckoned the first contestants forward and spoke to them briefly before sending them off to a rehearsal room.

My line moved slowly, and I tried to count across the rows to figure out who I would end up with. Lauren never turned around, but I glanced at her periodically, noting the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

When Ally was paired with Arin, I smiled sympathetically at her scowl, waving to her sadly as she left the auditorium. And then it was my turn.

“Room 12, guys,” Demi consulted her notes. “Make sure you know your lyrics by tonight’s practice.” She smirked at me briefly, and I sighed, knowing that was for my benefit.

“Will do,” I nodded quickly, with all the confidence I could muster.

We trudged through the auditorium doors.

I threw my arm over my eyes and collapsed into my bed, my stomach full to bursting from dinner with our small groups. “I’m never getting up,” I croaked aloud, assuming it was Dinah on the stairs.

Wrong. Lauren chuckled as she pushed through the bunk door, stumbling slightly in the dark. “Tell me about it.”

I fidgeted nervously. Her damn mood swings were giving me whiplash, and my heart thudded as she came straight for me. Those green eyes didn’t quite meet mine. “Scoot, will you?”

I wasn’t about to question it. My bed dipped under her weight, and she curled into my side, tucking her arm behind my head. I stiffened when her fingers grazed my collarbone.

“You know we have practice in forty-five minutes?” Dinah thumped into the cabin and flicked on the light, making us both jump. “Weren’t you going to shower, Mila?”

I sighed. “Yeah.” But I burrowed further into Lauren’s neck, pressing my body flush against hers, feeling reckless.

“She smells good.”

I opened one eye, squinting against the light. My lips quirked when Lauren turned red. I didn’t bother hiding my smirk.

“I mean you could probably wait until after rehearsal to shower,” she mumbled, rolling onto her stomach and out of my arms. “If you’ll be awake enough at midnight.”

I groaned and shoved a pillow over my face. Though working with the other contestants had proved surprisingly useful—I’d fully memorized the lyrics, and Tate had suggested a genius note change to serve as my redemption—I wanted nothing more than to stay in this bed. For eternity.

But I squeezed my eyes shut and let my better sense win out. Deep breath. I counted to five and sat up slowly, reaching for my towel. “If I’m this tired now, I’m going to pass out later.” I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the tap to scalding.

I wished I could shut my brain off, just for a minute. So I wouldn’t have to remember the way my body responded to Lauren’s raspy voice, the way those green eyes bared so much, even as she said nothing at all. I hated the power she held, able to turn my day from good to bad to good again with nothing more than a well-timed smile…or a well-placed shove.

Shut it, lovebirds.

I especially refused to think about why I cared so much.

Instead, I tipped my chin toward the shower head, letting the water mingle with my tears and wash them down my skin. They pooled behind the rim of my shower shoes and only spilled over when I shook them free, spraying water across the tub. My fingers had wrinkled to prunes before I found the energy to cut the tap.

When I reached for my towel, my hand hit the wall with a painful smack. I muttered a curse, groping blindly from behind the shower curtain, certain I had hooked it on the door. I reluctantly pulled the curtain aside, shivering, and searched the tile floor. My clothes lay in a messy pile, and I tried not to drip water on them as I stepped out of the tub.

“Guys?” I cracked the bathroom door open. “Can someone pass me a towel?”

No response.

I peered around the door and into the cabin. It was completely empty…and there was my towel, crumpled on my bed. I bit my lip. Ten steps, max, and I’d be back in the bathroom, warm and dry. I shivered when I inched further around the door, half my body already into the bunk, ready to make a run for it…

“AHHHHHHH!”

I slammed the door on my toe as I jumped back, petrified. “What the fuck, guys!” I slid my hands to my knees and bent over, waiting for my heart to stop pounding.

“That was fucking hilarious!” Dinah called. “And payback for this morning. You really should have known better, Mila.”

“Oh yeah?” I gasped through the door. “You just wait, Dinah Jane Hansen. Just. You. Wait. You’re so done.”

“Hey, you can’t only blame me. It was Lauren’s idea!” she shouted back.

I blushed, wondering how much of my body had been visible when the girls jumped out from behind their cubbies. “You’re both fucked, then.”

Normani and Ally giggled. Traitors. “Still want that towel, Mila?”

“No.” I crossed my arms, even though she couldn’t see me through the door. “I’m just fine, thank you very much.” I slipped on clean clothes and ran my comb through my hair, taking care to spray water over the other girls’ belongings. “That’s what you get,” I muttered.

“Stop talking to yourself and come out here,” Lauren called. “You’re going to be late.”

Hearing footsteps pounding down the stairs, I flung the door aside and stepped into the cabin. Lauren was alone. Her hand was in her hair, and she bit her lip as her gaze traveled down my body, over my chest, and lingered on the sliver of skin peeking out from beneath the hem of my shirt. Our eyes locked.

“Come on,” she muttered, and spun on her heel. The back of her ears turned bright red as we pushed through the door.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! As always, more chapters are posted on Wattpad (@paigejv). Skip directly to chapter 5.0 <3

#UPDATE #series #x factor #non AU #slash #trigger warning #camren #angst drama #humour #romance fluff #submission #At First Sight

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obsidiansashimi · 6 years ago

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{ Sweet 16 Switcheroo || Sebastian Callaway...? }

◤ A masquerade sounds just like the kind of thing that would appear in some dumb romance novel. Sebastian’s a little scared, worried that he won’t be able to find anyone he knows once he takes the potion. Well, that’s probably the point, but a night of dancing without those he actually wants to dance with sounds like hell. ◢

◤ “Bottoms up,” he murmurs, and takes it. ◢

◤ The first thing he notices is that he’s shorter. When he looks into the mirror, he’s... actually a little admiring. The jacket/hoodie deal feels right at home, like he just walked back into his closet back home. He’s brushing the (longer) bangs from his face when he realizes, well-- he’s supposed to be 24. ◢

◤ “You’re joking,” he says in an absolute deadpan. The stud in his tongue clicks against his teeth, and he winces. Yup, this is hell. He’s been put in his own personal hell. Duller eyes, more prominent earrings, a tongue piercing that hasn’t closed up... ◢

◤ At least he had clear-ish skin as a teen, and he didn’t need those braces and shit. Fuck, why did I want to go to this again? There’s just gonna be a bunch of fucking people dressed to the nines for no damn reason. He gets the urge to grab a spray can and hit up the trash cans all over Leuda. He wants to rev his bike’s engine and get the fuck out of here. ◢

◤ Going to the dance would be a mistake, at this point. He knows how this younger self takes crowds-- even worse. And he definitely doesn’t want to end up snapping at people, swapping out a panic attack for pure anger. But he already has the outfit on, and he knows Sam’s going... ◢

◤ But what if I’m the only one? What if they planned this? Fuck, fuck, fuck, if I’m the only idiot looking 16 I’m turning around and leaving. Whatever. This can be the prom he never actually got to enjoy-- then again, he’s uncertain whether he’ll enjoy tonight or not. ◢

#pi:sweetsixteenswitcheroo #pi:wardrobe #pi:closed #get ready for some Teenage Rebellion #now edited cuz i became aware that i can reflect his 16 y/o style and not just body/mind state

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imagining-supernatural · 7 years ago

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As It Seems: Chapter 1

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Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: Dean Winchester, playboy businessman with a heart of gold. As his assistant, you thought that you had him all figured out. You could see the side of himself that he showed to the public, and the side of himself that he showed behind closed doors. But it turns out that there is a pretty significant side of himself that you didn’t even suspect. One that you’re confronted with when he comes bursting into your apartment after just being shot.

Word Count: 2425

Warnings: Blood, unnamed character death

A/N: I’m super excited about this series, but I’m also a little nervous because my original plan was changed drastically after a dream I had while camping and now the plot is more complex than I originally planned on, and I’m not quite sure I can do it justice. Nevertheless, I’m still excited, so I guess we’ll see what happens!!

~Reader’s POV~

Everyone always told me not to take a personal assistant job where I would have to sign a non-disclosure form that was more than two pages long. Of course, they were mostly thinking about situations like sexual harassment or other things like that. I doubt they imagined a situation where my boss would come bursting through my front door at three in the morning, covered in blood, toss his cell phone to me that had someone yelling on the other end, and remind me about the non-disclosure that I signed before passing out on my couch from blood loss.

But let's back up a bit.

Before tonight, I had a perfectly normal life. I'd been working as Dean Winchester's PA for the last several months and the only bad part about my job was turning away the women he slept with and never called. Dean was quite the catch. He was the most eligible bachelor on this side of the Mississippi, a well-renowned businessman with quite the fortune to his name, and once you got past the playboy exterior, he was actually a really nice guy.

Unfortunately for me, he didn’t let down the playboy exterior around other people too often.

That meant a lot of teary-eyed women who paraded into the office, begging to see him.

And that meant that I was really good at telling them they were better off without him.

"So, do you have any fun plans this weekend that I can ruin with my bad timing?" Dean asked, halfway sitting on my desk. His green eyes sparkled as he referenced two weekends previous when he'd called me with a weekend emergency... when I was halfway naked with my date.

"Bad timing? I think you were trying to warn me that Derek was going to turn out to be a giant dick."

"You should've listened," he teased.

I definitely couldn't pass up the chance to needle him a bit. After being his PA, at his beck and call for so long, we'd gotten to the point in our relationship where he wasn't just my boss, but I also considered him my friend as well. "Yeah, I mean what kind of guy sleeps with a girl once then never calls her again?"

"The kind of guy you should definitely stay away from." If I didn't know him so well, I would have thought he was completely joking, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness to his voice.

I knew him well enough to read between the lines. He was warning me away from himself.

It was unnecessary, really. We might tease each other and dance around the edges of the sexual tension, but both of us are completely professional. No dating in the workplace.

"I'll take that into consideration. But, to answer your question, I'll be in town for a lazy weekend all weekend. I don't wanna sound like a loser, but if you need me I don't have anything else going on, so you won't be interrupting anything."

"I think you deserve a lazy weekend after how hard I work you all week."

"You think this is stressful? Please, working for you is a walk in the park after working for Donovan DuPont. He was—" It probably wasn't good to trash talk past employers in my present job. "—a lot more demanding."

"Nice save," Dean winked and stood up. "Well, if you want to get started on that lazy weekend early, you can head out. I'll be leaving around six for a meeting across town and hopefully won't be back until Monday."

"You mean you don't live in this office?" I acted shocked. He just laughed and walked into his office.

A few hours later, after I'd made a dent in the plethora of waiting emails, Dean came out of his office again. "Why don't you take off? The rest of those can wait until Monday."

"It's only five." It was a rare day that I left the office before seven.

"Well if you'd rather stay for a few more hours..." He trailed off with a grin.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there, cowboy. I'll get a few more of these emails out of the way then I will definitely head out early."

After he retreated back to his office, I sat back in my chair and my eyes unfocused as I considered the last few minutes. He'd seemed pretty insistent that I leave early. Why? I had the feeling that he needed me out of the office for some reason.

That was crazy.

Right?

Definitely, I decided as I got back to work. A few minutes later, though, three large men walked in from the elevator. Apparently, Dean's behavior made me paranoid, because my initial though upon seeing them was: Mafia.

Crazy. Again.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I greeted pleasantly.

The man in the middle ambled over and eyed me up and down, as much as he could with the desk in front of me. "Hello darling." Oh. A British accent. That was new. "My, my. Squirrel does know how to hire the right kind of employees. Really spruces up this office."

Squirrel?

"Do you have an appointment with Mr. Winchester?" All of the snarky comebacks to his sexist remark flew through my head, but unfortunately none of them were professional enough for the workplace.

"Indeed I do. The name's Crowley."

Well, I knew for a fact that there was no Crowley on Dean's calendar. Still though, I went through the pretense of checking. "I don't see you on the schedule."

"Call him and let him know I’m here."

Can I get a please? "Have a seat and I'll see if he has time for you."

"I don't wait, darling."

I fixed him with my most steely gaze and a curt smile. "Today you do. Mr. Winchester is a very busy man. Please, have a seat."

The stare-down lasted for a few moments before he finally inclined his head in surrender. "Very well."

I waited until Crowley and his two goons had taken their seats before picking up the phone and paging Dean's office phone. "I give you an early night and you choose to stay," he greeted with humor. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

"It's for your own good. You'd crash and burn without me. Besides, there's a Mr. Crowley here. He insists on seeing you."

Icy silence was all the reply that I got. It wasn't too hard to read between the lines there.

I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Do you want me to call security?"

"No." That answer was emphatic and immediate. Something was definitely up. "I’ll be right out for him. But you should really pack up for the weekend before I find some other project for you to get started on.”

Now I knew that I wasn’t imagining it. Dean really did want me out of the office. And I was getting a bad feeling about these guys. “I really don’t have anything better to do this weekend. If you want me to stick around with security on speed dial—“

“Go home, Y/N. You deserve the extra few hours to relax.”

Friend or not, Dean was still my boss. It wasn’t my place to argue. “Alright. I’m just a call away.”

“I appreciate it, sweetheart. Take care.”

The bad feeling didn’t leave me all night. It was there when I woke up on Saturday without any texts from Dean. Usually I had at least two reminder texts for something he needed me to do before Monday. And all throughout my horror movie marathon with my pals Ben and Jerry, I still felt that overlaying sense of apprehension that had nothing to do with the genre of movie I picked.

Of course, all of my paranoia proved right when I heard frantic knocking on my door at three in the morning, waking me from where I’d fallen asleep during the last movie.

And that’s where I was now. Dean passed out on my couch, his phone in my hand. Blood soaking into my cushions and my mind wondering how I’m going to clean that up later.

“Dean? Dean what happened? Where are you?” The tinny voice pierced my thoughts and I slowly brought the phone up to my ear.

“Uh, who are you?”

“Who are you? Where’s Dean?”

“Bleeding out on my couch—oh my God, he’s bleeding out. I’ve gotta do something!” Adrenaline started coursing through my body and I start to realize the reality of the situation. Something had happened that made my boss show up, looking like an old punching bag.

This was bad and that was an understatement.

I dropped the phone and immediately started searching Dean’s body for the source of the blood. Vaguely I can hear the person on the other end of the phone, so I put it on speakerphone and keep tearing off Dean’s ruined clothes.

“Where is Dean?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” After nearly a year of protecting him from overzealous women and greedy businessmen, it’s second nature to be paranoid of anything that could put Dean at a disadvantage.

The blood flow was heavier around his abdomen, so I ran to grab scissors and cut his shirt off.

“I’m Sam, his brother. You can trust me.” My mind instantly flashed to the photo of the Winchester family that Dean kept in his office and to the floppy-haired younger brother standing beside Dean and his parents. “Who are you?”

I’d heard that excuse before. Well, not the brother one. But plenty of paparazzi pretended to be related just to get in close with Dean. “Brother. Sam. Right.” My mind went on the fritz. I knew that I had to confirm his identity, and I also was wondering if I should call the police, but obviously I had to focus on keeping Dean alive. There was just so much! “Sam, if that’s you, then you should know why Dean’s heat rattles in his car.”

“Legos,” was the immediate answer, and I didn’t have the brain power or will to ask another question and confirm even further. I just had to trust my gut and get this Sam to come help.

“Come to 4651 North 184 East, apartment 759. He just barged in and passed out. I’m trying to stop the bleeding right now, and—my God, it looks like a bullet hole.”

By that point, I was just falling back on all of my knowledge of first aid from the movies and shows I’d seen and praying the writers of those shows hadn’t taken too many artistic liberties. Pressure. Put pressure on the wound. I tore up his shirt and tied it around his torso, trying to tighten it, but my fingers were too slick with his blood.

“Sam, hurry. I don’t know what to do and I’m scared that I’m going to do something wrong and—oh no, I don’t think he’s breathing. I don’t think I’m breathing. What do I do?”

“Hey now, calm down. What’s your name?”

“Y/N. I’m Y/N and I’m, well, I think I’m gonna pass out too.”

“Y/N. You’re his PA, right?”

I nodded, which didn’t help since he couldn’t see me. But all of this blood was making me light-headed and I couldn’t exactly come up with words at the moment, so I just hoped that he would get the gist.

“Look, Dean hired you because you can take the pressure. He must have known that you can keep secrets and you work well under stressful circumstances—“

“He is dying on my couch! This isn’t just a stressful circumstance and I definitely didn’t sign on for this when I accepted the job! I’m not a nurse, Sam! I can handle irate customers and snotty highbrows, but I can’t fix a bullet wound!”

He sighed loud enough that I heard it over my pounding heart.

“Put pressure on the wound,” Sam said calmly. “I’m a few minutes away. Just keep pressure on it and I’ll take over when I get there.”

“There’s no way he’s gonna be fine after losing this much blood.”

“He will be. He’s got you and he’s got me. We’ll get him through this.”

Dean was so pale. He was usually so bright and full of life, but now he looked more like a corpse. “Hurry, Sam.”

Sam stayed on the phone, but we didn’t talk. Still, it was comforting to hear his breathing and muttered curses at the drivers around him. At least I knew that I wasn’t completely alone.

My eyes travelled from the blood-soaked shirt I was pressing into the wound, up over his muscular torso and at his blanched face. What had happened in the past thirty hours? Did this have to do with the Crowley character? Dean definitely wasn’t going to be able to go back to work on Monday with this wound. I was going to have to start making excuses and moving all of his appointments.

Was Dean going to be able to go back to work at all? Assuming he lived, someone had enough of a problem with him to put a bullet into his gut. It wouldn’t be safe for him to go back into the public eye.

“Y/N, you there?” Sam asked.

I shifted slightly and somehow managed to stop the blood flow even more. “Yeah. How far away are you?”

“I’m here. I’m heading up now. What apartment number did you say?”

I repeated the number and started calming down. Sam was almost here. He would take over and save his brother’s life. Everything would be okay. This nightmare could be—

A loud crack made me scream and duck down behind the couch. My movements made Dean start bleeding again, but I couldn’t find a way to remedy that problem and stay alive as well because someone was shooting a gun in my apartment! The front door burst open and a large man came running in. He had a calm look in his eye—this wasn’t the first time he’d killed someone. I was frozen as he raised the gun and pointed it straight at me.

Two quick shots in succession made me scream and flinch again, but when I opened my eyes, surprised that I was still alive, I saw the man fall to the ground. Dean’s tall brother entered the room carefully, keeping an eye out for anything else.

“Oh, my God, Sam. What the hell is going on?”

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drades-lair · 7 years ago

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Mental - Part 6

Author: Drade666

Rating: T

Warnings: Violence, language, mentions of sex

Pairing: Michael x Male reader

Fandom: Supernatural

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Morning brought the soft sounds of birds chirping outside which actually felt comforting for a change as (Y/N) grunted and sat up. Rubbing the back of his neck (Y/N) slid from the bed moving towards the attached kitchen where the window revealed the forest still bathed in that tinge of darkness of the early morning. Pouring some water into a glass (Y/N) brought it to his lips to take a sip when the forest grew deathly silent causing him to glance back out the window, lowering the glass from his lips when a blur of movement caught his attention amongst the trees outside the kitchen window. Instantly he tapped the glass to the counter, swiftly crouching low to the ground so as to head back towards his bed, whipping a black sheet off the mattress so he could use it to cover the kitchen window before hurrying to the bathroom that was a mere couple feet from the bed, shutting the door to help block the widow in there. Luckily the other two windows had blinds covering them Leaving only the front door to be locked, once all that was done the young man moved to the mess of information he’d gathered and fearing that someone had seen him go into the old ‘factory’, perhaps they’d followed him back here. Starting to gather all the papers he quickly tore it all up dumping the items into a flame resistant garbage can setting the contents on fire, by this point someone had begun pounding on the thick wooden cabin door. Ducking around the small corner before the door (Y/N) waited until the door was suddenly kicked in, taking a couple deep breaths (Y/N) suddenly lunged at the first glimpse of his intruder, pinning him to the wall with a snarl as the man let out a surprised grunt. Finally able to get an up close look at the intruder (Y/N) realized the man was the one from the other night, Sam…at least that’s what (Y/N) thought his name was but what was he doing here? Sam called managed to gasp out the name Dean which jogged (Y/N)’s memory that there had been two men the other night so…where was the second? Sam was staring over (Y/N)’s shoulder upon realizing this (Y/N) spun around to see the other, shorter man with short hair aiming a pistol right at him. (Y/N) didn’t even think twice simply lunged backwards, dropping Sam as he threw himself backwards towards Dean, claws extending from his fingers to slash towards Dean thinking he’d be able to knock the gun from his hands before Dean could get a shot off…he was wrong. A gun shot rang throughout the cabin proceeded by a sharp shooting pain through (Y/N)’s shoulder that caused him to jerk to the side, clasping his now bleeding shoulder in one hand. Snarling at Dean, (Y/N) took a few steps back before scrambling, attempting to make it to the other side of the bed where the nightstand and the gun he kept there however as he moved the pain turned from sharp to a burning one as if a hot coal was shoved inside it. Grabbing the bed posts (Y/N) got about midway to the nightstand when Dean yelled out a ‘hey’ instantly drawing (Y/N)’s attention right before another gunshot sounded from the barrel of the gun in Dena’s hands. (Y/N) froze in place as things appeared to go into slow motion allowing him to squeeze his eyes shut half expecting to feel the bullet rip through his brain, instead a loud metallic ping rang out making (Y/N)’s sensitive ears ache and his eyes fly open. Instantly (Y/N) recognized Michael, he’d put his body between the duo and (Y/N) with his angel blade out stretched he’d obviously used it to block or deflect the bullet Dean had fired, slowly a smile spread across (Y/N)’s features at seeing the archangel although apparently he wasn’t the only one who instantly recognized Michael.

“Leave Winchesters!” Michael growled lowly

“What the hell is this? Where did you even crawl out of?” Dean demanded in an angry tone

“That is none of your concern…now leave!” Michael repeated still holding his defensive stance

“Considering what you did…I think it is our concern!” Dean began

“Not to mention the fact you’re still wearing our father’s meat suit!” Sam interjected

“This is simply the visage I chose and I’ve not tried to make contact with you for some time now,” Michael appeared to remind the duo

“Oh…and is that supposed to make it all better?” Dean sarcastically asked

“Damn it! I will not say it again! LEAVE!” Michael barked becoming clearly more aggressive

“Dean…Dean…come on,” Sam encouraged the other man with a nudge to his arm

“What?” Dean barked back irritably

“We can’t fight him here…not like this…” Sam trailed off throwing a glance back to Michael

“Ugh! Fine, you lucked out this time,” Dean begrudgingly agreed, uncocking his gun before following Sam towards the door.

Michael watched the duo exit the cabin even as Dean shot him one final scowl over his shoulder, he waited for a few moments until the sound of a vehicle roared to life than drove off. Finally Michael lowered his angel blade while (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief followed by a deep grunt of pain that seemed to draw the archangel’s attention causing him to spin around instantly catching (Y/N) by his sides, helping him to the bed. (Y/N) sat on the edge as Michael pressed the palm of his one hand directly over the injury causing the younger man to cry out in pain only to find the pain quickly subsiding…the next thing he knew his wound was healed.

“Thanks…who were those guys?” (Y/N) asked curiously inspecting the now healed wound to his shoulder

“They were the Winchesters…famous hunters,” Michael shortly explained

“Kind of figured they were hunters, no manners either considering I saved them,” (Y/N) scoffed with a grimace towards his blood stained shirt.

“You’re a monster, they don’t care if you saved them or not,” Michael informed the younger man

“Sort of figured that one out too,” (Y/N) sarcastically retorted, standing from the bed to brush passed Michael in the direction of his dresser.

“You need to be more careful!” Michael suddenly snapped

“Me? You’re the one they seemed to have more problems with…by the way what did they mean by ‘after what you did’?” (Y/N) asked, pulling his soiled shirt over his head simply tossing it on towards the kitchen counter.

“It’s…nothing…we just had…differences,” Michael stammered averting his gaze from (Y/N) for a moment

“Must have been some hell of differences,” (Y/N) commented under his breath with raised eyebrows

“That doesn’t matter! What does is that you be more cautious!” Michael barked suddenly drawing (Y/N)’s attention. The young hybrid turning to face the archangel with prideful puff of his chest as he got within a few inches of Michael.

“I was cautious, excuse me for trying to gather some more information about my past,” (Y/N) scoffed

“I was gathering information for you! That should have been enough!” Michael continued irritably

“Well it wasn’t!” (Y/N) finally barked back

“Ugh! You idiot!” Michael snarled suddenly catching (Y/N) off guard as he was grabbed by the upper arms then his back was slammed against the nearest wall.

Michael’s face was inches from (Y/N)’s, hot breath ghosting over the younger man’s own features with those piercing blue eyes boring their way into him. This feeling was so unusual (Y/N) didn’t know what to really do with it simply held by those blue eyes until suddenly Michael moved, quiet, swiftly, pressing their lips together in a kiss that at first startled him but there was an odd…ping if that made any sense that went off in his mind. Call it whatever you want, instinct perhaps but whatever it was (Y/N) found himself pressing back into the kiss with ferocity until he shoved Michael off of him instantly maneuvering them both towards the bed although he wasn’t even certain how he knew where it was. They were both starting to pant between kisses yet despite how aggressive Michael had started out as he was now surprisingly submissive and that definitely sparked (Y/N)’s wolf instincts causing him to latch onto Michael’s throat with a growl while the archangel let out a moan of pleasure. Things moved quickly from there with (Y/N) yanking clothing off of Michael until he was in nothing but boxers, easing onto the bed (Y/N) laid down while Michael settled over his hips. Caressing his hands over Michael’s bare thighs (Y/N) couldn’t believe he was doing this…with a man nonetheless, Michael leaned down to kiss (Y/N) again seeming a little lost on what to do next luckily despite never having participated in such an act (Y/N) was hardly a true virgin. Movements became desperate as they moved against one another, hands exploring wildly until Michael was tossing his head back with deep crying moans, still seated on (Y/N)’s hips which were snapping up as his hands held Michael in place, both panting, grunting messes. (Y/N) could smell Michael’s pheromones wafting through the air doing absolutely nothing for the twisting in his gut and before they both knew it their bodies stiffened, Michael gave an opened mouth cry while (Y/N) gave deep groaning growls.

As evening slowly set in around the cabin the two of them simply laid in silence next to one another, Michael on his stomach while (Y/N) was on his back with his arms folded behind his head. Glancing to the nightstand (Y/N) chuckled at the now opened box of condoms with a couple spilling out of it, remembering when Michael had brought them to him and he’d told him that being alone in the woods he’d not need them…ha-ha how wrong had he been? Michael dosed with half lidded eyes beside (Y/N) until finally falling allowing himself to fall asleep entirely all while (Y/N) simply laid there watching him however eventually the activities of the night coupled with the earlier excitement took over (Y/N) plunging him to into a deep sleep…the first comfortable sleep he’d had though in months.

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mythcarved-archive-blog · 7 years ago

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RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 TAGGED. you know i’m a bitch who loves to steal memes. TAGGING. any of my crit role rp folks who want to do this

BASICS.

FULL NAME : scanlan shorthalt NICKNAME : scanman, shorty, the meat man, burt reynolds, kingslayer. AGE : unknown ( somewhere between forty to one hundred years ) BIRTHDAY : unknown LANGUAGE / S : gnomish, common, marquesian. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : single HOME TOWN / AREA : unknown CURRENT HOME : transient/ank’harel/whitestone/greyskull keep PROFESSION : bard, tal’dorei high councilman, the meat man

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : brown & kept long, usually tied back into a pony tail, save for the untamable cowlicks that stick up in front. he has some thick side burns too. EYES : greyish/purple, large and bright (every time matt describes gnome eyes as beady i’m ready to FIGHT) FACE : heart shaped / long. high cheek bones, defined jawline. LIPS : full but perpetually drawn back to reveal a toothy grin COMPLEXION : he has very very very faint freckles but once he gets that marquesian tan they’re fairly prominent. BLEMISHES : aside from the cowlicks and scraggly facial hair, he is a vision of beauty. SCARS : deep grooves on the palms of both hands. several large and deep claw marks that reach from his torso to his stomach, courtesy of raishan. a small but plainly visible slash under his right eye. TATTOOS : a wide variety of nonsensical but sentimental tiny vintage tatts including but not limited to; a moustache on the inside his index finger, a sprig of juniper over his heart and a hand with it’s fingers crossed on the back of his neck. (he plans to get kaylie’s name tattoo’d in some gaudily fancy script eventually) HEIGHT : 3′5″ WEIGHT : roughly the weight of a small child, whatever that might be. BUILD : the definition of dad-bod. his stomach is pudgy and although there is definitely some muscle mass its still fairly flabby. if one looks hard enough theres some evidence of past malnutrition but most of it carries in his face. ALLERGIES : none. USUAL HAIR STYLE : tied back and messy. USUAL FACE LOOK : a perpetual grin that spells trouble and hides any characteristics deeper than ‘funny man and endless flirt’. USUAL CLOTHING : extravagant and opulent. anything that gives away the fact that he’s got money and is maybe a little too self-preoccupied and it’s probably something purple or maroon. lots of ear piercings, six on each ear in fact.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : powerlessness, poverty, not being good enough, change, death/dying. ASPIRATION / S : to be a good father / be a better person just in general POSITIVE TRAITS : bold / charismatic / quick-witted / humorous / courageous NEGATIVE TRAITS : deceitful / salacious / reckless / arrogant / self-absorded MBTI : esfp ZODIAC : leo / scorpio i cant decide TEMPERAMENT : sanguine / choleric (a healthy dose of both) SOUL TYPE / S : performer ANIMALS : triceratops, dogs, rabbits. VICE HABIT / S : sexually careless, lies compulsively, theres also the drug habit... FAITH : until very recently, scanlan didn’t feel he had time for the gods. it was when he spent a year sorting himself out that he started to find some comfort in praying to sarenrae (the goddess of redemption). GHOSTS ? : yes AFTERLIFE ? : no REINCARNATION ? : no ALIENS ? : yes POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : good people are good, bad people are bad. EDUCATION LEVEL : self taught, son.

FAMILY.

FATHER : vikol MOTHER : juniper SIBLINGS : none EXTENDED FAMILY : kaylie shorthalt (daughter) NAME MEANING / S : ‘scandal’ or ‘contention’ HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : none

FAVORITES.

DEITY : sarenrae (mostly because of pike’s affiliation) HOLIDAY : winter’s crest MONTH : pfft SEASON : summer PLACE : greyskull keep / ank’harel / emon WEATHER : warm but not humid, definitely prefers dry heat. SOUNDS : flute music, tavern ambience, the sound of a campfire crackling, his mother’s voice, pike’s laughter. SCENT / S : roses, patchouli, cinnamon TASTE / S : sweet stuff ! FEEL / S : physical contact of any sort / cuddling / hugs / more illicit physical acts, fabrics like silk or velvet, big cushiony soft pillows. ANIMAL / S : dogs NUMBER : 69 bow chicka bow wow COLORS : deep purples, gold, deep reds.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : lying, singing, playing the flute or lute, flirting. BAD AT : being honest, opening up to people, understanding people. TURN ONS : genuineness, sense of humor, equal parts strength and beauty, someone who can hit back whatever it is scanlan throws at them. TURN OFFS : nothing turns this little horn dog off HOBBIES : shopping, singing / playing music, getting busy probably doesn’t count as a hobby but... TROPES : i have many names, older than they look, sad clown, team dad, try not to die, really gets around AESTHETICS : scattered sheet music, floral printed fabrics, nudity just straight up nakedness, lightning and fire, intricately designed long swords or rapiers. QUOTES : 'you’re a scoundrel, scanlan shorthalt. it’s whats kept you alive.’ ‘you don’t leave your shit behind and keep going. you take it with you and the ones who stick around better get used to the smell.’

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : hale applebaum ALT FC / S : (i was using faceless icons of martin freeman as bilbo baggins but thats over) OLDER FC / S : YOUNGER FC / S : VOICE CLAIM / S : sam riegel GENDERBENT FC / S :

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : listen i’m already writing a fic about the year scanlan spent away from vox machina and the whole aesthetic i have for it is lord of the rings meets a knights tale Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : literally the same exact music i’ve reblogged to this blog Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : because i wanted to rp a critical role character and scanlan’s my fave Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : he’s my real dad. he raised me. actually, i just really like characters that are more than what they first seem AND i like comic relief characters. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : i’ve coached myself to be a better communicator of my feelings (thanks therapy) so it’s sometimes very frustrating watching scanlan do the exact opposite of that when it would literally solve 90% of his problems. also some of the earlier and skeevier bullshit he pulled with women. Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : i’m also forty seven layers of sad hidden under a very thick layer of unaffected goof Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : idk but adopt me into your family, father. i’m already gay but if i have to get an undercut like lionel and kaylie, i will. Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : canon wise; pike and vex / vax and grog and kaylie non-canon wise; i love seeing him interact with all the taakos Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : new episodes, music, fanart/fics. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : god it’s been in my drafts for two weeks now...

#〈 MUSINGS︙❛ have you heard the tale of scanlan the bard? ❜ 〉

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dannystattoo · 6 years ago

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Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

Tagged by the lovely @beholdtherollyjojer (and that was probably like 3 years ago at this point, omg, but I’m going through me drafts and finally finishing these)

What was your:

Last Drink: Wine

Last Phone Call: Rachel called me to discuss Halloween costume details

Last Text Message: Last received was a long message from my friend about the fact that she’s scheduled to work at Disney this week even though she doesn’t get down there til next week, and the last sent is me telling her everything will be ok, don’t lose too much sleep over it.

Last Song You Listened To: Sweet Caroline

Last Time You Cried: earlier tonight, when I said goodbye to my brother - at this point I’m not sure when we’ll see either will be between his school and my job

Have you ever:

Dated Someone Twice: Nope

Been Cheated On: Seeing as I’ve never really been in a relationship, that’s a no

Kissed Someone and Regretted It: Sort of - like I regretted getting involved with this guy for little while, but then he moved back to New Zealand and I realized it was enjoyable at the time and tbh, it’ll have no impact on the rest of my life...so I’ve since gotten over it (the struggle of working with people from all over the world and their god damn accents)

Been Depressed: Yes

Been Drunk and Thrown Up: Yes, ugh, it happens an obnoxious amount (I should say it happens on the rare occasion I have more than a couple drinks, which is almost never at this point)

List 3 favorite colours:

Mint green

Hot pink

Purple

In the last year have you:

Made a New Friend: Yes!

Met Someone Who Changed You: Kind of, yes. I would say in the past year, I’ve found wonderful friends who are such positive influences on me - they’re truly always supportive and are always building me up, and encourage me to be the best and most authentic version of myself and tbh I think I’ve grown a lot as a human because of these friends (and I did meet some of them prior to this year, but it’s only been recently I’ve realized all the aforementioned things)

Found Out Who Your True Friends Are: Yes

Found Out Someone was Talking About You: Nothing stands out in my mind, but I’m 100% it’s had to have happened at one point. And tbh, I’m fine not knowing.

Kissed Anyone On Your FB List: Yes

General:

How Many People On Your FB Friends Do You Know IRL: Mostly everyone - Facebook is the one social media site I really won’t add you if I don’t know you

Do You Have Any Pets: Yes - Ripley, my precious little pug son

Do You Want To Change Your Name: Not really, even though there are actually many names I like more than my own.

What Did You Do For Your Last B-Day Party: I know I spent the day watching Air Bud with my dog and a couple of neighbors, and then a group of my friends and I went to the Hoop-Dee-Doo at Fort Wilderness!

What Time Did You Wake Up Today: About 10

What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: Watching YouTube videos with my brother

Name something you CANNOT wait for: omg there’s so many exciting things coming up: Mickey’s Not So Scary, seeing the Guardians show at Epcot multiple times next weekend, HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS STARTS IN A MONTH, TRAINING IN THREE WEEKS...lots of happy, spooky things coming up

Last Time You Saw Your Mother: like 20 minutes ago

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I had a more solid idea of what I wanted to do with my career. Like, I finally have more of an idea, but I know I’m not exactly where I want to be right now, despite being pretty happy with my current job.

What are you listening to right now: I’M WATCHING THE GREAT MOVIE RIDE ON YOUTUBE AND CRYING ABOUT THE FACT WE’VE BEEN WITHOUT THIS AMAZING RIDE FOR ONE WHOLE YEAR LIKE WTF DISNEY...sorry, I’m calm and totally not bitter at all haha.

Have You Ever Talked To a Person Named Tom: yeah

What’s getting on your nerves rn : Is it an understatement to say the current state of the US government is getting on my nerves right now? cuz I can’t think of anything getting on my nerves on a personal level atm.

Blood Type: I don’t even know...I feel like that’s bad

Nickname(s): Sam is a nickname, but other than that I can’t think of any

Relationship Status: Single and apparently never looking to mingle

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV Show: A tie between Stranger Things and Riverdale (if we’re talking about shows that are currently being produced)

High School: Sun Prairie High School

College: University of Minnesota Twin Cities

Hair Colour: reddish-brown

Height: 5′7″

Do You Have a Crush On Someone: Kinda sorta? Like he’s cute and he’s already a friend but a) I doubt he’s at all interested, and b) there’s certain factors that make me question if he’s someone relationshipping would even work out with and like...I’m to the point I don’t really wanna date around, if I’m investing time and energy on someone, I want to see a future, ya know?

What Do You Like About Yourself: I seem to be pretty good at making people laugh, even if it’s generally unintentional. I’ve learned recently I have good people skills in general.

Tattoos: I have one tattoo so far, one of the Sorcerer’s hat from Hollywood Studios on the inside of my left ankle. I want at least two more - a star wars one (most likely on my ribcage) that has the Millennium Falcon and either the quote “Never tell me the odds” or “I have a good feeling about this” (I fucking loved Solo, fight me), and I also want a Halloween Horror Nights related tattoo on the inside of my right ankle

Righty Or Lefty: Lefty

First Surgery: Getting an impacted tooth removed

First Piercings: Ears

First Best Friend: Josh - still one of my best friends!

First Sport You Joined: I think swimming? I’m not sure, I tried and quit so many sports as a child

First Vacation: Mall of America or Lambeau Field in Green Bay, WI. They definitely both happened when I was 3, but I don’t know which came first

First Pair Of Trainers (Sneakers): Probably some pair my mom bought me when I was like 2 or 3

Rn:

Eating: Nothing

Drinking: Water

I’m about to: watch a movie...or possibly just some YouTube videos since I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be staying up

Listening To: Youtube videos of GMR

Waiting For: HALLOWEEN HORROR NIGHTS, GOD DAMMIT

Want Kids: Maybe? At this point I don’t. I could see myself maybe changing my mind, but I also could see myself sticking to it.

Get Married: Eventually, I think yes. However, I’m currently enjoying the fact I’m not tied down to anything or anyone and can kind of do my own thing without feeling accountable to anyone.

Career: I’m currently in Guest Services at Universal and I’d really like to grow my career in that company, I’m just not sure what my next move is. All I can tell you is my dream job would be something that allowed me to work on HHN in some capacity all year

Which is better:

Lips or Eyes: Eyes

Hugs or Kisses: Hugs

Shorter or Taller: Taller.

Older or Younger: Older, but at this point in life, I wouldn’t mind dating someone just slightly younger than me.

Romantic or Spontaneous: A nice mix

Nose, Stomach, or Nice Arms: ARMS

Hook Up or Relationship: Relationships.

Troublemaker or Hesitant: I don’t think these two are necessarly opposites, but I’mma have to go with hesitant because troublemaker just sounds like a hassle and BOI I don’t have time to be dealing with the reprecussions of your troublemaking

Have you ever:

Kissed a Stranger: ...yes. Many times if I’m being honest

Drank Hard Liquor: Yes

Lost Glasses/Contacts: Contacts

Sex On the First Date: Nope

Broke Someone’s Heart: probably, but meh. It was what I needed to do for myself at that moment and I’ll never be sorry for that.

Been Arrested: No

Turn Someone Down: Yes

Cried When Someone Died: Yes

Fallen For a Friend: ...possibly. See above answer about the crush for further details

Do you believe:

In Yourself: Yes

Miracles: Not particluarly, but I can admit there are some good things that just don’t seem to have any other explanation

Heaven: I like to think there’s something after we die, heaven or not.

Santa Claus: Nah

Kiss At First Date: Do I believe in it? I mean it’s not really a myth and you should keep yo business outta other people’s first dates so…

Angels: I do like to believe in the idea of guardian angels, yes. It’s comforting if nothing else

#sam for ts #tag games #i'm embarassed how long I forgot about this omg #completed 8/13/18

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