#turning into the most annoying type of sam girl

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more tlb headcanons because my head is screaming at my fingers to type them

-Edgar, along with having the infinite amount of allergies mentioned in my last post, has a terrible immune system, like bro is sick almost every other week.

-Michael died once. When he was like 9 he hit his head on a railing and died for about a minute. For a few months after, Sam would drag him away from that spot if he ever saw him go near it, and even when he got older and almost completely forgot about the whole thing he still felt uneasy around it.

-Unlike Edgar, Alan only gets sick every year or so, and when he does, he feels like death and can't get up for like a week, it's really bad.

-The squad (or whatever you guys call them I'm more active with AMB content so I'm not familiar with group terms) are pretty much flat broke. Any and all money they have they either find or take off the people they kill, and even if they kill some random rich person, it's really not a lot.

-A more angsty one now, the Frog parents sometimes just forget they have sons. Like they recognize them but they're so whatever they even are they just can't find it in their brain what their relationship is to them.

-The Frogs' comic store is one of the few businesses on the boardwalk that lets girlscouts sell cookies outside. One; they really don't know how they would go about NOT letting them and two; cute little girls + cookies + outside their store = more business probably.

-Stole this from a fic I read a while back on AO3, Sam has a very specific schedule but only in some aspects of his routine, like breakfast time or going for a walk down the street. If he misses the time he's supposed to do these things, he just won't do them.

-Along with having many, many 'pet' pigeons, Marko also has a lot of rats, he has names for all of both species.

-Lucy is very mom-like (idk how to describe it) specifically with Sam which embarrasses him and he thinks the Frogs judge him for it, but in reality that's just how their faces look and they're actually jealous.

-Alan is kind of like a cat?? He only warms up to certain people, he hates being wet, he's easily distracted (like if you pulled out a laser pointer he might become subtly very interested in it), he'll either be very happy with being touched or very annoyed with no indication of which outcome will happen, etc.

-For the sake of any Michael-vampire relationships not being really weird, all of them were either turned recently OR as well as not aging physically, they don't age mentally either, however that would work.

-Despite the fear of blood thing, Sam's favorite thing to have on in the backround when he's doing something are cop shows. Most every episode there's a new plot, so you can follow while also not really following I'm not projecting you are.

-Nobody knows where grandpa Emerson gets half of the things he uses for taxidermy. He gave a taxidermy dog to the Widow Johnson. A dog. We don't talk about that enough, like, pause, am I the only one that noticed that? That was a dog, right?? Am I crazy????

-The Frog brothers are both pretty decent artists.

-Sam is into a lot of kind of dorky stuff and Edgar actually pretends to be interested for him.

-Edgar and Alan both have various scars on their hands from sharpening stakes or stuff like that.

-Sam has been 'banned' from the comic store, like, 16 times for various things, a few you might be surprised by.

-Even when not, like, crazy vampire mode thing, Marko has weirdly sharp teeth. You can't notice it when looking at him, but he does bite people just for fun and they do feel it.

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Insidious : Three

Jake Kiszka x Rory (Fem OC)

Warnings: Tension, a lot of foul language, teasing, taunting, boys being boys, some light angst, uncomfortable situations, and ultimately some black cat energy is shown.

Word Count: 2.6k.

Author's Note: Never let 'em know your next move or whatever that saying is. 🤭 No posting schedule means you get surprise drops for new chapters. Happy Thursday 😘

Tour starts tomorrow and I am so far from ready.  

Don’t get it twisted— I made sure their schedule is all situated and detailed. After Jake’s shit attitude, I perfected that schedule so he had no room to speak. 

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Georgia whined, laid across my bed, for the thousandth time. 

It was kind of abrupt so I can’t be that annoyed with her, giving her a quiet, “I know.. I’m sorry.” 

“Ugh, don’t be,” she says, sitting up. “I’m jealous that you get to spend so much time with all of them.” 

I finally looked over at her, telling her, “Literally don’t be.” 

“HOW?!” She gasps. “Have you LOOKED at them? Actually— I know you have! You quite literally made out with one of them!” 

My eyebrow raised at her, “And look how far that got me. He was an absolute asshole to me the other day.” 

“Maybe he was just having a bad day,” her efforts to make me feel better are cute. 

“G,” I start. “I would love to think that, but I have worked with these types of musicians before. He’s just a prick.”

“There’s really no getting through to you, huh?” She laughs. “Well, can I at least help you finish packing? Since you’re abandoning me and whatever.” There it is again. 

“Ugh, I’m gonna miss you. Keep me updated,” Georgia rambles out, her eyes slightly teared up. “Be safe. Love you. Bring home a gift for me.” 

The last bit making me laugh, I reach over the center console, wrapping my arms around her. “Love you too and yes,I’ll keep you updated. Don’t even worry.” 

Grabbing my bags from her backseat, we pathetically blow kisses to each other. Taking a deep breath before I turn towards the bus. It’s still shocking to me that they can afford a nicer tour bus when I had never heard of them but whatever. 

“Well, hi there, gorgeous,” Josh giggles as I get closer. “Are you ready for the chaos?” 

I smile weakly, letting out a breathy, “I think so.” 

“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing to the steps. 

Walking up then slowly, I can’t say I wasn’t a little shocked. Everything was still borderline sterile looking. Not that I expect them to be gross, but boys, you know? 

“Oh wow,” I let out, slightly embarrassed. 

Josh sneaks past me, “I’ll give you a quick rundown.” Pointing at the bunks as he explained who sleeps where, and then giving me the choice of which one I would want. 

“We’ve all gotten accustomed to taking the same ones every tour,” he says. “So, you can either choose across from Jake or this top one by yourself.” 

The top one is the most appealing but I’m just asking to fall out in the middle of the night. 

Reluctantly saying, “I’ll just take this one.” Gesturing at the bunk across from Jake’s. 

“He’s not always in a bad mood, I promise,” he tells me, with a slight grimace on his face. 

“Yeah,” Jake’s raspy voice comes from behind me. Quietly saying, “I’m a fuckin delight most of the time.” 

My eyes roll at the sound of it, and in the most monotone I can keep my voice, I say, “Oh, I’m sure.”

“God, can you not scare her away the first day?” Danny asks him, I can hear the laugh in his voice. 

I sit on the edge of my new bed, unzipping my bag to grab a few things. Plugging in chargers, unrolling my favorite blanket, just basic things. 

“It’s gonna be strange having a girl on the bus with us,” Sam lets out, but quickly catching himself, “Not in a rude way.”

“None taken,” I laugh. “I promise I won’t try to change your ways.” 

He looks around and whispers, “You won’t care if we bring back other girls?” 

“I brought headphones for a reason,” I tell him, watching the smile grow on his face. I whisper, “Get laid all you want.” 

Jake scoffs from his bunk, because why wouldn’t he? 

“What?” I question him, glancing over. 

He laughs, “I’m just intrigued to see how long that lasts before you get jealous.” 

“Jealous of what? You?” I ask, trying not to laugh. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

His eyes lingered on me for a second, and I hate that. Finally mumbling, “Did you bring the schedules?” 

Pulling them from my bag and handing them to him, “Here. I made sure all the requirements were met— for travel time and what not.” 

He looks through a few pages quietly, and I force myself to go back to making my bunk feel more homey. I don’t understand how anybody even has sex in these. They’re so small. 

Laying back onto my bed, my stomach flips at the thought of what the next couple weeks will be. I’ve done touring management before, but something about this feels different for some reason. 

It was only about another hour or so before everybody got onto the bus to leave. The reality has been plaguing my mind. I’m on a bus with all men, one of which seems to have it out for me. I’m a glorified babysitter. This better be worth the money. 

I could hear them all laughing in the little living room area up front. I just laid in my bunk, mostly scrolling through apps and pretending like I would catch up on some reading. 

Doing everything in my power to not listen to what they were talking about, but curiosity got me. Creeping out of my bunk, disregarding that I changed into some shorts, I wander up to where they are. 

A grand welcome as they all say hi at once practically. 

“Hiii!”

“Well look who it is!”

“Hello there.”

Josh quickly scooting over so I could sit next to him, asking as I sit down, “What do you want to drink?” 

“Anything,” I laugh out. 

Sam holds out a Highnoon for me. 

“Thank you.” 

“Anyway, where were we—“ 

I sat and listened to them recount stories from past tours. It was surprisingly nice to just listen to them, even if I had no idea about most of the things they talked about. Seeing all of them laugh together was a refreshing sight after how nervous I spent the first half of the day. 

Sam was the first one to retreat to his bunk, and not long after Danny’s phone starts ringing and he’s off to talk to Ruby. Leaving me with Thing One and Thing Two. 

“So, Rory,” Josh starts. “You’ve been on tour before?” 

I nod, telling him, “Yes, a few times. They’ve all been smaller bands though, so this is fun for me.” 

His hand lands on my arm, squeezing it a couple times. The smile on him is honestly beautiful, I can understand why the girls fall all over him. He mutters, “Well, I’m happy you’re here.” 

Standing up he looks at Jake and then back at me, telling us, “I think I need to go be horizontal, so I am bidding you adieu.” 

“You really didn’t know that I was in this band?” Jake finally pipes up. 

I shake my head, sipping on my drink quietly. Kind of desperately, to be honest— I just wanted to finish it so I could get into bed without looking suspicious. But let’s be real, after how he treated me the other day, why would I want to be around just him? 

“I didn’t apply specifically for your band,” I told him. “I didn’t have a ton of time to look it up when I had the rest of my life to get in order.” 

He sips on his beer, just watching me. He lets out a quiet, “Hmm.” 

My body wants to squirm out of his sight, but my brain isn’t gonna give in that quickly. I meet his stare, blinking at him slowly. 

“Did you know it was me?” I ask him. 

The corner of his lip twitches— that’s a yes. Pulling his beer back up to his mouth, he sips on it, stalling the answer. He finally mutters back, “I had a feeling.” 

��A feeling’ my ass. He absolutely knew it was me and probably thought that I was just trying to apply for his band because of him. WRONG. 

“Hmmm,” I hum back, mocking him. It feels like we’re playing the dumbest game of chicken as we both sit here trying to finish our drinks, but neither of us wanting to be the first one to stand up. 

What’s worse about the entire situation is that, he is hot. But, the way he spoke to me the other day, as if I had to just listen to his every command whether he was being a decent human or not, didn’t sit well with me. Also, this is my job now– if he thinks that I will just cave that easily again for him, he is sorely mistaken. 

“You’re sure you can handle us?” he asks, his head tilted slightly as he does. 

My eyebrows pull together, unable to hide the tone in my voice when I tell him, “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.”

He smirks at me, “I guess we’ll find out, wont we?”

Something about the way he’s been talking to me today has me questioning him. There was just something about everything he’s said that felt.. Off. 

“Do you have a problem with me?” I finally cave, but staring at him as he lets out a laugh. 

“Not at all,” he says, shaking his head. “Why do you ask?”

The attitude couldn’t be stronger when I say, “Well, you were rude to me the other day and now you seem like you doubt my abilities, when in reality, you chose to hire me. So, do we have an issue or?” 

He chuckles to himself again, taking a sip of his beer and setting the can on the table next to him. He leans forward in his seat, toward me, and asks, “So, how many drinks does it take for you to flirt with me?” 

The warmth runs through me and my muscles tense up. That motherfucker. I spit out, “You’re a real piece of work.” 

His smile feels foul, standing up in front of me, he mutters out, “Seems like you need some sleep, babe.”

“That’s it?” I ask, my head almost hurts at how tightly my eyebrows are knit together at this point. 

He turns around to look at me, “We’ll see if you still want to be here in a couple days.” 

He disappears into his bunk and all I can think is, What the fuck does that mean? 

I sat there finishing the last few sips of my drink before finally crawling into my bed, pulling the little curtain shut so I could feel alone. It didn’t take long before I was ready to knock out, tucking my phone under my pillow and hoping that I could just fall asleep quickly. 

Still dark, but the sounds of everyone moving around in the bus woke me up. I lay there for a few more minutes, mustering up the energy to babysit four grown men. Something I hadn’t really considered, because I only really did festivals or worked in venues for even smaller shows, was the fact that I was living with four grown men. 

Leaving my bed, I go to grab a drink and am met with three of them sat in their boxers in the front of the bus. All of them littered with tattoos, which was a little shocking to my eyes, but when I really thought about it, I was a fool to think they would be bare. 

Josh had been the most friendly to me so far, but he just seemed very friendly in general. I was consistently distracted by his tongue ring with the way he talks and is so expressive. It was worse this morning because after saying our ‘good mornings’ to each other, he yet again, let me plop down next to him. 

“You haven’t seen one of our show yet, right?” Sam asks. 

I shake my head quietly, telling him, “Not yet, but I’m excited to see you guys on stage. I’ve only heard good things.” 

“Hell yeah,” he says, chuckling to himself. 

I can’t help but notice the tattoos on his chest and how they compliment him so well. He wasn’t overly tattooed, but what he did have suit him nicely. Mostly black and gray tattos from what I could see. Not that I need to see any other ones he has, this is honestly difficult enough.  

Danny finally grumbling out, “Jake needs to hurry up– I need to piss.”

“Just go in there,” Josh laughs out. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

Danny laughing with him, “You know what? Fuck it.”

Walking over to the little bathroom that we had, just big enough for a standing shower, toilet and sink, he whips the door open and hollers, “Sorry pretty boy, Daddy needs to pee!” The door slamming behind him as the three of us cackle at the interaction, listening to Danny laugh and Jake yell at what I can imagine is him witnessing things he wasn’t prepared for. 

It’s not long after Danny’s peeing incident that the shower cuts off. I’m fully invested in a story that Josh has been telling me for what feels like twenty minutes, when I can just feel the evil presence that is Jake. 

I stupidly looked over to see him stood there with his towel wrapped tightly low on his hips, giving me a full glimpse at probably eighty percent of his body. More than I needed really. Noticing how many more tattoos on his body, including the ones peeking out from the towel on his hips. 

“Eyes up here, chief,” he says, and my face flushes at the realization that I was staring that hard. “What time do we load in?” 

“Uhh, hold on,” I mumble. Pulling out my phone and finding the schedule, I look back over to him, “4 p.m.” 

His eyebrow shot up, like he was surprised, letting out, “Well, look at that. Maybe she will be helpful, boys.” 

I roll my eyes, he was just testing me, of course. But to my surprise, Josh pipes up, “Can you just let her do her job, asshole?” 

Shaking his head, he turns to go grab some clothes and I whip my head away from him when I see him starting to undo the towel. 

“I don’t know what’s crawled up his ass lately,” Sam lets out. 

Josh takes his turn to roll his eyes, saying, “My control freak of a brother? I can tell you exactly why he’s being a dick.” 

Sam snaps his fingers, pointing at Josh quickly, “You’re so right. He’s mad that someone else gets to tell him what to do.” 

“Oh, for sure,” Josh agrees. 

I look between the two of them, slightly confused, and caving when I ask, “Is there really anything else other than me just telling you guys when to be places? Like.. I’m just kind of babysitting.”

Danny’s face is the first one to drop, quickly looking at the other two. When he hesitates to say, “Uh.. yeeeaah. He’s just.. particular is all.”

Then it was Sam’s turn to sound a little nervous, “Yeah, he’s just picky. Nothing else. Nothing at all.” Clearing his throat very obviously uncomfortable, he stands up and tells us, “I’m gonna get dressed. We’re almost there anyway.”

Danny followed him down the little hallway, and I’m left there with Josh. Turning to look at him and it feels like he wants to dodge my eye contact, but he doesn’t. We sat there talking about the show and he was filling me in on what to expect crowd wise. 

The bus finally parks and the other three come hustling towards the door, ready to escape into some fresh air. Josh stands up and looks at me, his hand landing on my shoulder when he says, “Happy first day of tour, love.”  

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Experience

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You accidentally hurt yourself and Steve awkwardly has to help you out

Warnings: minor injury, angst/arguing, protective Steve rogers, enemies to lovers vibes kinda. pls read a/n 

a/n: my first Steve fic! I hope I did him justice lol. Obviously most of this is not canon, so lets just pretend everyone in the mcu is alive and happy, cause that's how they are in my head anyway :D also, this is kinda goofy but I guess I was in a goofy mood so here we are.

“Alright, I buddied you all up in pairs for the hotel rooms” Tony announced as the 7 of you all gathered in the lobby of the hotel he had booked. You had just finished up with a mission in Chicago, but ended up having to stay the night there so that you could appear at a press conference the next morning.

“Really Tony?” You glared at him, “You’re a billionaire and you couldn’t splurge this once so we could each get our own room?”

“Just cause I have money, doesn’t mean I don’t like to save,” he quipped, “besides, we’re all a team here, I figured you’d be fine sharing. Anyway, I’ll bunk with Banner, Sam you’re with Bucky, and Y/N, uh I guess you’re with Cap”

Your eyes widened at hearing you’d be rooming with Steve. “What about Nat?” You asked, wondering why you couldn’t just room with her, considering you were the only two girls. 

“Nat got her own room” Tony explained, and you looked over at Natasha who just shrugged,

“I knew he’d do this, so I usually call ahead of time and just book my own room myself.” 

“Genius” You whispered with a tad of jealousy.

Finally, you glanced at Steve, who looked as equally not-thrilled to be sharing a room with you. You were the newest member to the team and ever since you joined, you’d hadn’t had the greatest rapport with Mr. Captain America. You weren’t the type of person who liked to follow orders, and on missions, you typically wanted to do your own thing instead of listen to Cap’s directions over the comms. This led to a lot of bickering back and forth between the two of you, as Steve often thought you were reckless and a danger to yourself. Meanwhile, you thought he could be bossy and entitled, expecting you to just listen to him because he was older. 

“Ill take the bed by the window” Steve mumbled as he opened the door after the silent walk up to your hotel room. 

“Fine” You gripped, setting your things down on the other bed. As you did so, you winced a little at the pain in your wrist. You had probably twisted it at some point during the battle. It wasn’t serious, but it was an annoying ache. 

Hearing your little wince, Steve looked up at you from across the room and noticed you examining your wrist.

“Wouldn’t a’ happened if you had just listened to me” he tutted under his breath. 

Your head snapped over at him, “Seriously?!”

“Yeah, seriously.” Steve’s eyes turned a little colder, “This is a team Y/N, you can’t just start going rouge in the middle of a battle. I make a battle plan for a reason! And you just complete ignore my instructions over comms!”

“I knew what I was doing!” You snapped back at him, “I was completely in control until you sent Bucky over to ‘rescue’ me” you dramatically put quotes around ‘rescue’, “which was unnecessary and totally delayed the mission!”

“I had to!” Steve practically yelled, “You weren’t responding when I kept asking for a status and I had no idea where you were!”

“Why does it matter? You let Natasha do whatever she wants on missions, and she hardly ever speaks over comms and yet you’re never up her ass about it!”

“Because I trust Nat!” Steve’s confession took you aback a little, letting a few seconds of silence hang in the air.

“Oh so that’s it? You don’t trust me?” You were furious, and Steve could tell.

“Shit,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed, “Y/N that’s not what I meant, I just-“

“Whatever” you cut him off, “I’m getting in the shower” You grab your pajamas and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

——

While you let the hot water wash away the dirt and sweat that had accumulated from fighting, you opened the tiny little complementary soap bar provided by the hotel, placing it on the rim so you could use it in a moment. 

While washing your hair however, you failed to notice the soap slip from the rim and slide down the tub, landing near your feet. This came to bite you in the ass unfortunately, as you finished rinsing your hair you took a step back and slipped on the bar, your feet coming out from under you. Your shoulder and head took most of the fall, hitting the side of the tub hard. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, gasping as you felt the pain slowly creep into your upper arm. You had probably dislocated your shoulder, and maybe cracked a rib too by the way you were feeling.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You heard Steve yell from right outside the door, his voice laced with concern- which was something you had never heard him direct towards you. 

“No” You called back, “I slipped in the shower and hit my head, and I think I dislocated my shoulder”

You looked around, seeing if there was something you could grab onto to help pull yourself up, but there was no handle or anything. And your arm with the bum wrist was closest to the rim, but unfortunately, you didn’t have enough strength there to be able to push yourself with just that wrist. Realizing the slight predicament you were in, you explained to Steve,

“I think you’re gonna have to help me up”

Always ready to be of assistance, Steve immediately started turning the door handle until you yelled again,

“Wait wait no! Steve you can’t just come in here!”

“What? You just asked me to, you need help!”

“I’m in the shower…Im naked Steve” you said as if it should’ve been obvious.

It was almost as if you could hear the blush creep onto Steve’s face as he clued in “Oh…right…well what am I supposed to do?”

“You’re gonna have to close your eyes, and I’ll just direct you”

A few seconds passed until you heard a hesitant ‘okay’ from him.

He started to open the door again, “Promise you’ll have ‘em closed!” You quickly shouted before he came all the way in.

“I swear Y/N, they’re closed!” He finally opened the door, and true to his word, his eyes were completely clamped shut. 

“Okay, now just walk straight until you feel the curtain, pull it back and turn off the water” You instructed him, as Steve walked forward with his arms outstretched and yanked the shower curtain back, his hand quickly found the nozzle and he turned the water off.

You reached your arm out to Steve, “I’m reaching my hand out towards you, so you can help me up” He quickly found it, clasping his hand in yours and crouching down lower to you. 

As he helped you stand, your other arm instinctively came out and grabbed his forearm so you wouldn’t fall. 

“Sorry” You mumbled, realizing you were getting him wet. 

“It’s alright” he said softly, sounding sincere, his eyes still very much closed. You had to hold back a laugh as you stood completely naked in front of Steve Rogers, whose face was a deep crimson and just as embarrassed as you were despite not even being able to see you.

“Can you turn around and hand me a towel? They’re right behind you” 

You quickly wrapped the towel around yourself, “I guess you can open your eyes now”

Steve did as you said, and his attention quickly fixed on your lopsided shoulder that clearly wasn’t symmetrical with the other one. 

“You should probably get checked out for that”

“Of course I manage to get through a fight unscathed but have to injure myself in the shower” you grumbled, trying to haphazardly dry yourself off without exposing yourself to Steve. He smiled sympathetically at you, the first smile you had possibly ever gotten from him.

“Can you turn around for a sec?” You asked him, “I need to change”

Steve did as he was told, and you grabbed your clothes from off the counter, managing to slip your sweatpants on easily and somehow clasp your bra. Your shirt however, was proving difficult. With your fucked up shoulder and sore wrist, you couldn’t quite figure out how to get your arms through the sleeves without causing yourself a lot of pain.

“Steve?” You swallowed, embarrassed to have to ask him for help again, but it wasn’t like you could walk into the hospital shirtless. 

“Hm?” He hummed, still facing away from you.

“I need some help putting my shirt on, you can turn back around”

Steve turned to see you standing there with just your bra on and gray sweatpants, wet hair framing your face and falling down your shoulders, getting your chest damp as well. Seeing you in this state caused his face to flush bright red once again and he gulped, not being able to help himself from just staring.

“Steve! My shirt” You snapped him out of it, and he finally took the shirt you were holding out for him.

“Alright um,” he began, not too sure how to go about this, “Put your good arm through here”

Steve then gently guided the other sleeve over your injured arm, which you held closely to your side. As the tight fabric pulled over your shoulder, you swore under your breath.

“Sorry, sorry” Steve apologized quickly. Once he was finished, you headed past him out of the bathroom, slipping on some shoes and grabbing your phone.

“Im just gonna get an uber to the hospital” You said as Steve came out of the bathroom after you.

“Hold on, just let me get my coat” He said absentmindedly.

“What? I can go by myself Steve” You looked at him pointedly. 

“Im sure you can, but you’re not going to” he glared, “you’re not getting in an uber this late at night by yourself. And didn’t you say you hit your head too? What if you have a concussion? It’s not safe to go by yourself.”

“I doubt I have a concussion” you rolled your eyes, but truth be told, he might be right. Your head was killing you, and you had started to feel nauseous. “You don’t have to baby me all the time, I can manage on my own”

“Well considering you couldn’t even get dressed by yourself, I find that hard to believe” Steve muttered, “and this isn’t about me baby-ing you, I’m looking out for you. When are you gonna get that through your head? Im coming” With that, you knew his decision was made and nothing you said could change it.

The beginning of the Uber ride was mostly quiet, you started out the window for the most part and missed how Steve kept glancing over at you to see if you were alright. Only a few minutes in, you started to shiver. You couldn’t help it; your hair was still soaking wet and the Uber driver had the AC blasting for some reason. The adrenaline of getting hurt was also starting to wear off, meaning the pain was starting to set in more. Your shoulder was killing you and your head was pounding. 

Steve immediately noticed when you start to shake involuntarily, and without saying anything, he slipped off his own coat and slid it around your back, as you only had on a thin long sleeve shirt. You mumbled a thanks.

Finally, you were seated in the surprisingly empty waiting room and told you would be seen shortly. 

“I do trust you” You looked over at Steve, 

“Huh?”

“I do trust you” he spoke a little louder, lifting his head to look at you. You suddenly remembered the argument from earlier and what he was referring to.

“Then why do you treat me like I can’t be left alone?” You asked him quietly

Steve shrugged, “Maybe its cause your new, maybe its cause I feel like it’s my job to look out for everyone…” He swallowed, looking down before continuing,  “Maybe its cause I don’t feel the same way with you as I do the others”

It look you a moment to realize what he was implying. “Well you have an interesting way of going about showing it” You smiled.

Steve finally looked up at you, smiling slightly as well, “Sorry. Im usually not the best with this sort of thing. Any experience I have dates back to 1940” He chuckled lightly

“That’s okay” You stated softly, “Theres always room for more experiences” 

Right after you said that you got called back. Steve went through with you and waited patiently as you were seen. They were able to pop your shoulder back in without needing surgical intervention, which Steve held your hand through though you didn’t ask him to. They also gave you a significant amount of pain medication, leaving Steve to have to haul your loopy, giggly self back to the hotel.

After carefully helping you into bed, he placed a bottle of water and more pain medication on your bedside table in case you needed it in a few hours. 

“Hmm thanks Steve” you mumbled dreamily. 

Steve just chuckled softly before turning around to get in his own bed,

“Wait” you lazily reached out for him, “you can get in my bed. It’s cold in here”

While Steve would have loved to crawl in next to you, it didn’t feel right to him. This wasn’t you, you were hopped up on pain meds. In the morning you probably wouldn’t remember this and be confused as to why he was in your bed.

“I don’t think so” he whispered, squeezing your hand back “but I’ll be right over here, right across from you if you need anything”

Steve then pulled your hand up to his lips and kissed it, and before he could tell you goodnight again, you were already passed out. 

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[potatohater]

Big brother’s love

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)

Word count: 1929

MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)

;

Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him

**

Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.

Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile

“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?

“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible

“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud

He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?

He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack

Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. This type of fails

“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes

“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him

Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning

He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match

“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade

Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour

**

“SAMMY”

Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo

Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary

“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean

“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”

With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter

Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up

“DEHehean! stOHOP IHihi aham tohoho ohOHOLD FOHOR THIHIS”

“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him

Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour

“Any last words?”

“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair

**

“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction

“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone

They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too

“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice

Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother

They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand

“DEHEHEHEAN!”

Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction

Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam

“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar

Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears

“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”

Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him

“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam

**

“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong

“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying

“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them

“So what now?”

“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled

He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle

“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe

Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face

“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled

Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.

Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation

“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth

“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed

“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel

“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”

“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it

“Pretty much”

“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing

Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness

“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them

Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”

**

“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting

They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)

“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow

“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”

Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”

“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle

Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips

“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows

“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker

“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle

“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand

“Yeheah, maybe I stihil do”

[darling-heffron]

Sorry all my wifi had been acting up and then I got busy doing other things, then poof, Saturday came and went! So sorry this is late but I hope the chapter makes up for it. Also I got my nails done and didn't think of the implications to my typing lmao! ✨

Taglist: @mellow-human , @malarkgirlypop , @next-autopsy

Chapter Seven: And then there were Two

Sam’s POV: 

Walking was the easy part of Sam’s journey, the hard part was avoiding everyone else. Especially the humans, she didn’t need to meet anymore people like the family she had only buried days ago. 

There could be no guilt clouding her thoughts during these times, she needed to be focussed not sentimental. The last thing she needed was a friend. 

Her army comrades often called Sam the lone wolf of the pack, often adjacent from the other troops who were bonding and making lasting friendships. Sam enjoyed her solitude and didn’t have the patience for stupid people, she had other activities that filled her boredom. 

Fighting mainly, as it was a good way to release her stress. She often found that after having a rough day, letting out her pent up emotions on the punching bag felt good. Sam never felt the need to vent to her “friends”, her fists did all the talking she needed.  

If she didn’t feel like fighting, books had the same effect as talking to people. Except she didn’t have to say anything back to them. She didn’t enjoy fictional novels about romance and friendship and adventure. The blonde preferred the cold hard facts of history, she would learn from everyone else's mistakes and not make them herself. 

Unfortunately sometimes Sam would have to deal with people during her job. On her tours in Afghanistan she was paired with the most annoying girl in the squad. 

A lucky dip that was not so lucky. 

Her partner drove her mad almost every single day, trying to befriend the tall woman. Sam was not having it, she didn’t need nor want a friend. The soldier was a petite brunette that was only a couple of years younger, but for some reason she was always so happy. Always a pep to her step and a song in her heart, the girl was joyful on crack. 

Even in her demise she still somehow had a smile on her face and was optimistic about her doomed fate. 

The girl, Abby, had died only days before they were set to depart back home. She had offered to do the final sweep of the night for Sam, which she had been scheduled to complete. On her route back she had misstepped, accidentally setting off an IED that in turn took her life not hours later. 

Lying on the street with her limbs scattered about, she bled out slowly and painfully. But still the young girl managed to smile and laugh, making a joke. Abby had laid in Sam’s lap as she lost her blood and quickly turned cold. The last thing she had said was, “I’m glad it was me and not you.” 

Abby had died later that night in hospital from her wounds. Her death still haunted the angry blonde. 

Her depressing thoughts were interrupted by boisterous noise. Sam looked up with disgust etched into her face. These were the stupid fuckers she was talking about. 

Even from a distance she could see their unkempt oily hair and dirty clothes. They smiled at each other while they joked, some misogynistic comment falling from the shorter ones mouth as the other two chortled together. 

“Ugh, gross.” She muttered out loud. Sam didn’t enjoy people, but men were her least favourite. It may have been her army upbringing but all the men she knew were cunts, especially her father who seemed to be the worst one of all. 

The only reason there were other people here was because she had made it to Albany. Walking all day for two days she had made good time from Pittsfield. But even though the city offered food and other resources, it attracted everything else along with it. Just like the group of men who stood only 50 feet away, laughing amongst themselves. 

Somehow luck didn’t seem to be in favour of the young woman; she accidentally kicked an empty can across the street as she tried to evade the group. 

“Fuck me.” Sam cursed under her breath. She watched the men swivel their heads around to investigate the noise. Sam ducked quickly trying to hide behind the abandoned car she was standing near but she knew she had been spotted. 

“Hey pretty lady!” One of the men cooed. Sam rolled her eyes so hard she was concerned they were going to get stuck in the back of her head. 

“We see you blondie, come out!” The other greasy man joined in. 

Sam silently screamed in her head, she was not in the mood for people. Drawing in a deep breath she stood. She cracked her neck as she walked out from behind the vehicle. 

The men started to walk briskly towards her. Her fingers flexed at her side, itching to latch around the weapon on her hip. But she stood still, a relaxed posture and bitchy face, well her normal face but still, she looked menacing. 

“Quite a scowl you got blondie.” The tallest man of the group smirked at her. 

Her face didn’t change even with the comment. Sam didn’t speak, she didn’t want to seem like she was trying to make excuses. Plus men dug themselves into deeper holes in silence than in conversation. She would bait them. 

“Not much of a talker.” The short thinning haired man stepped closer, even though he was still a good foot away she could smell him from here. 

“Yeah but she is a looker, hey Jeremy.” The snivelly looking man egged on the tall one, Jeremy, elbowing him in the side.  

“You sure are pretty.” Jeremy licked his lips. Sam’s disgust was audible at the action. 

The young woman flicked her eyes around the group. They didn’t seem to be all that well equipped, noting the baseball bat the short chubby man held, and the grimey machete on the rodent looking man’s belt. Jeremy seemed to be the only one with a gun, tucked into the front of his waistband. Sam scoffed that was only good for one thing, getting his dick shot off.   

“I think she’s scared of us.” Weasel man continued. He looked like the fucking jester of the group, though he didn’t seem all that funny. 

“You don’t have to be afraid, we’re really nice.” The chubby man had the audacity to reach out to try and touch Sam’s arm. 

Her reflexes were faster. Sam’s hand shot out from her side and gripped the man’s limb like a vice. 

That set the group on edge, the other two sprung back, hands clasping around their own weapons. 

“I’m not afraid of you horrible fuck-eyed wank cloths.” Sam growled, squeezing the man's hand even harder. He let out a whimper of pain and tried to wiggle free, but Sam’s hold didn’t budge. 

“Leave me the fuck alone, before I rip of every single one of your ballsacks off and feed it to the rabid motherfuckers while you watch.” The man guffawed at her statement, her words were clearly not enough for the men, she would have to show them. 

“Oh you need proof. Well baldly, how many fingers you want broken?” Sam sneered at the man, his face bright red with rage and pain. 

“Now you’re quiet?” Sam wrenched the thinned haired man’s finger backwards extending them towards his back. “That means I get to choose.” She whispered before completely twisting the chubby man’s hand completely backwards until there was a satisfying crunch. 

Baldy howled in pain as he clutched at his now broken wrist. It hung limply from the joint, the men who had watched the whole interaction, now began to rile up. 

“What the fuck is your problem blondie?” Jesterville Jones piped up, his buck teeth exposed as he hopped around like the rabbit he was.     

“I chose wrist.” Sam shrugged, seemed like he wasn’t paying attention, or was an idiot. Most likely an idiot. 

“We didn’t do anything to you.” Jeremy whined as if his mum had just taken away his PS5 privileges. 

“You approached me, that was your first mistake. Then you called me blondie, you half chewed pencil looking fuck. And this literal easy bake oven tried to touch me. So if I counted correctly, which he can’t.” Sam pointed to weasel face. “That would make three things you did to me.” 

“Now do you all want limp wrists, you slimy turd canoes?” Sam threatened the gaggle of fucking morons. “Or would you like to leave with the little dignity you have still intact?” 

As soon as she finished her sentence the men fled. Tails between their legs like the small chihuahuas they were.  

Mars POV: 

Getting to Albany was simple. Marleen packed up and left as the sun was rising, unwilling to be near that house any longer. She followed along the highway, using road signs as her guide. 

The houses began getting closer together until she found herself at the city's edge. The closer she got the more her nerves started to scramble. Mars spotted several small groups and lone rabids and did everything she could to avoid them, turning a three hour journey into five. 

Marleen had never been to Albany before, but she could imagine what it was like; the roads bustling with vehicles, people everywhere, everything teaming with life. 

And now, it was barren. Abandoned. 

If she had to guess she would say there were live humans in this vast city somewhere but nowhere that she could see. 

That could be a good thing though. At least that’s what Denver always said. And just like that she was tearing up once again- how many tears did she have left? Surely her eyes would run dry at some point? 

Shaking her head, Mars headed into the eerie ghost town. 

She didn’t get very far before noticing undead stumbling in her direction. Shit. There were too many for her to stay and fight, she had no choice but to flee. They hadn’t seen her yet, giving her the advantage of stealth. 

As quietly as she could, Mars turned and treaded down a side street, off the main road and out of the zombies' sight. 

This repeated a few times; Marleen would come across a number of rabids and sneak away unseen onto a new path, slowly making her way through the maze of a city. 

Her luck was seemingly up. Avoiding certain death had never been easier for the young blonde.  

Until it wasn’t.

Mars rounded a corner, making her way down a narrow road- a glorified alleyway. And she did so without checking to see if the way was clear, her first mistake. 

Her second mistake was immediately dropping her only weapon the instant she bumped into something. 

Marleen had walked straight into a solid body and squealed. It took her a moment to realise that whatever she had walked into could be a human; like her or an undead and she had yet to find out which.

Her yelp was mixed with a low voice, arms wrapped around her body and held her close, it felt all too familiar. Mars cried out and struggled against the unknown person until she heard a distinct voice- the undead can't speak.  

Her head flicked upwards, revealing her captor as a living. In fact, there were three living men standing in front of her. 

All caution was thrown to the wind, she hadn’t seen real people since she and Denver had been separated two nights prior, and she found she was missing the social interaction. Being able to talk to someone who was capable of talking back, who didn’t have blood covering every inch of them- that was priceless to Mars. 

“Hey, shhh, It's okay.” The man holding on to her spoke, his grasp on her had stabilised the both of them, keeping the pair upright. Now that they were in no danger of falling, he released his grip on her and held up his hands in mock surrender.

From where she stood, she had a second to give them a once over and take in their appearances. They looked like they’d been through hell. Dirty and greasy and covered in filth. 

Something that stuck out to her was the shortest one favoured his left hand, like it was hurt. She would bring that up at some point, make sure chubby hadn't been bitten by a rabid.

She had two voices telling her two very different things right now and wasn’t sure what to do. 

One said: Absolutely do not trust these guys, turn and leave right now, you don’t know these strangers.

While the other said: Maybe they could help you? It’s tough being out here all alone, having friends is never a bad thing. Talk to them, ask if they can help you get to Illinois. 

“Uh-Hello?” Was the greeting she settled on, this seemed to please them as all three grinned at her. It should have been a good sign, the smiles; but for some reason it unnerved her. 

“Hello beautiful.” The tallest man, her ‘saviour’ spoke out, “you out here all alone?” Mars nodded slowly, still not totally convinced she could trust these guys. 

“Well what would a pretty girl like you be doing out here all by herself?” One of the others spoke up, he had buck teeth that resembled a mouse or a rat. All three men still smiled at her waiting for her answer. 

“I-I’m trying to get to Illinois.”

“Illinois, eh?” The rat man echoed the words as he stepped closer to her, “We can help ya get to Illinois.” 

“You can?” Mars felt a smile creep onto her face. She held hope that these men would be kind and helpful, regardless of their appearance. Don't judge a book by its cover and all that.

“Sure.” The tallest, who seemed to be their leader, smirked. 

“Yeah, we can help you.” Rat-man laughed as he nudged his friend's arm with his elbow, like they were sharing a joke- one that Mars was not privy to. 

It was then that Mars noticed the machete in the rat's grip, that paired with her dropped knife gave her chills- goosebumps rippled over her body. 

“You just have to do a little something for us first….” His voice gave Mars the heebie jeebies and she began to rethink her openness to the trio- maybe she should have been more skeptical of the strangers. 

“Scratch our backs, we scratch yours, blondie.” Rat-man reached out his hand and stroked Marleen’s cheek, her body instinctively flinched back, trying to get out of his reach.

“Really?” A louder voice sounded from behind the group of men. The trio seemed to recognise the person who had spoken, stilling in their actions and slowly turning. 

Between the gap of the men, Mars could see a tall, lean woman with a menacing stance. Her glare made the men shiver and Marleen found that she too was intimidated by this lady. 

Sam’s POV: 

Sam had tried her best to avoid the group after they had retreated. She continued on her search for food and water, but unfortunately before rounding a corner she had heard the slimy idiots talking amongst themselves. 

However what piqued her interest was a soft feminine voice that spoke back. Sam had stepped into the alley just as weasel face had said, “Scratch our backs, we scratch yours, blondie.” 

That pissed off the tall woman. For one, they had gone from one woman to the next, and secondly they didn’t even have the creativity to think of any better lines. 

“Wow! I thought you guys were fucking stupid, but this just really proves my point!” Sam gave her best cheerful sarcastic tone. 

“You seriously can’t think of any better material than Blondie?” She peered over their shoulders, finding a young petite woman backed into a corner by the group. The woman’s face said it all, please help me.  

A sigh left Sam’s lips, she was not in the mood for playing hero, but also the young girl, not even woman, looked so helpless it felt like a crime to leave. 

She cast her glare towards michelin man, who cowered under her hateful stare. He didn’t give her a second glance before darting off and ditching his so-called friends. 

“Dylan what the fuck dude!” Jeremy called out after fatso. Damn she had never seen someone of that girth run so fast. 

“Roly-poly has the right idea. Why don’t the rest of you scram and leave Bambi alone.” Sam looked over to the young lady, aptly named for her big doe eyes and deer in the headlights stare. 

“We aren’t scared of you, blondie.” Jeremy snarled. 

“Which one are you talking to, cause remember we are both ‘Blondie’ according to you.” Sam pointed out that the one name that had given each of the girls now didn’t work in the situation. 

“I’m talking to you-” He paused for a moment, pointing in her direction. “Angry blondie.” 

“Look at you using adjectives. Kind of embarrassing it took you that long to think of one, and angry at that.” Sam grimaced at the fucking idiot sandwich stood before her. 

“Can we be done now, I’m so fucking bored of this conversation?” Sam glanced down at her watch, she literally had better things to be doing than standing here wasting her breath on these white-trash shart hounds. 

“Well- uh- you.” The weasel man stuttered over his words. 

“You-uh-uh-um.” Sam mocked them. “Spit it out, speech impediment.”

“Right, that's it!” Inflatable balloon man bellowed in the least intimidating voice he could manage. In a quick motion he whipped out his gun from the front of his pants. Sam shied away worried he was going to whip out something else at the same time. 

“I don’t need to see all that.” Sam gestured to the man’s crotch. The young woman during the chaos, had bent down and grabbed the knife that had laid on the floor just in front of her. Sam watched her stand again, clutching the weapon to her chest. 

Jeremy surged forward with his gun, he flailed it around, it seemed as if he was unsure if he wanted to shoot Sam or hit her with it. It didn’t matter, the tall woman had disarmed him in seconds. 

Now she had the man by his neck and his gun in her grasp. Jeremy was pinned to her chest as he stared out at his mate who looked shocked but was still fixed in his position, not helping his buddy. 

Sam pressed the barrel of the man’s gun to his temple. Everyone froze, collectively holding their breaths. Weasel man’s face had drained of blood and he looked sickly pale. Bambi continued to wear her brown doe eyed stare, her mouth hanging slightly agape, Sam was unsure if this was due to shock or awe. 

“Alright lady!” Rodent man held out his hands showing his surrender. “We’ll leave you alone, just let us go!” The man pleaded. 

“Yeah just let us leave.” Jeremy sobbed like a young child who had lost their mummy in the supermarket. 

Sam brought the butt of the gun down hard into the side of Jeremy’s head, the man yelped out in pain as she pushed him away from her and he stumbled to the floor. Rodent man collected his friend from the floor, and urged him to leave. 

“My gun.” Jeremy held out his hand for his weapon. 

“It’s mine now. Fuck off.” Sam dismissed the command. She watched in amusement as the pair fled together, moving so fast they were falling over each other in panic. 

Turning on her heel she walked the way she had come from back out onto the street. 

Mars POV:

“Wait!” Marleen called out to her retreating saviour, “where are you going?” Her feet began following the mysterious woman- who completely ignored her. Her pace quickened, only slowing when she came side by side with the fiery lady. 

“Hey! I asked where you’re going.” Her statement came out whiny and she reached for the other woman's forearm. The moment her fingertips touched their target, the stranger sprung into action. She halted her steps and raised a closed fist so quickly that Mars barely had time to register what was happening.

“Woah-wait wait wait- it’s me! It’s me!” The shorter woman released her grip and raised her hands to cover her face, dropping her knife yet again. 

It clattered to the floor as both women watched.

“Who?”

“Me, it’s me?” Mars peered up at the taller blonde, her voice squeaked out from her defensive position, “From just now… you know, with those guys- Bambi! I’m Bambi…remember?” 

Recognition crosses over her face, “Oh. Right.” The woman lowered her fist, “You dropped your knife.” Her parting words as she turned swiftly and continued in the same direction. 

Mars huffed, bending over to pick up the weapon and then straightening to run after the other blonde. 

“You didn't answer my question.” Her words were spoken in between breaths, “Where are we going?” 

That seemed to gain the attention of her ruthless heroine, making her freeze in place once more. 

“We?” Her eyebrows raised in surprise, “WE aren’t going anywhere.” She gestured between the two of them with her finger. 

“But,” Marleen’s face scrunched in confusion, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout, “You just saved me?” 

“And?” 

Mars had no reply. It seemed logical to her that they buddy up, everyone needs friends and Mars could surely use someone as capable as her. 

The lean girl, hearing no reply from the smaller party continued on her journey. Once again, leaving ‘Bambi’ behind. 

And just like before, Mars chased after her, this time calling out “Can’t I come with you? I’ll be so quiet you won’t even know I’m there!” 

“No, I don’t pick up stragglers.” The woman’s husky voice sounded as she kept walking away from the young girl. 

“So why did you save me? Why not just let me die?” Marleen argued, genuinely curious. 

“I-”

“So you clearly have a conscience, or else you would’ve watched me be attacked by those men.” She spoke her thoughts aloud as they popped into her head, no filter and not even waiting to hear her responses. 

“Look-”

“Or you just didn’t want to watch it, so now you’re just leaving me to die when you don’t have to see.” 

“Jesus-”

“Cause leaving me now is like second hand murder. You know I’m not going to get very far by myself, but you’re still leaving.”

“Alright, alright! Fine! Christ, you made your point, I got it!” The lady finally got her words in before the young girl interrupted her once again. The taller of the two swung around to gesture for the persistent girl to cease her incessant yapping, “I will walk you to the next town over and then as soon, and I mean as soon as I find another group or person to take you, you are not my problem anymore. Understand?”

Mars let a cheesy smile break onto her face as she literally jumped for joy. “Deal!” Extending her pinky finger out to seal the promise the taller woman had just made. 

“I’m not making a pinky promise.” The lady shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Still Mars held out her hand, smiling widely, tipping her head to encourage the standoffish girl to accept her outstretched pinky. 

“No! I’m not.” The girl doubled down. But Mars ever so vigorously stood her ground, until the other blonde sighed and finally did as Marleen had asked. She reached out her hand quickly interlinking her pinky finger with the younger girl. The tall blonde snatched her hand away after sealing their deal. 

“Oh my God, are you normally this fucking infuriating?” 

“It depends who you ask.” Said with a shrug of her shoulders and a smirk on her face. “I’m Marleen, by the way.” 

“I didn’t ask.”

“You can call me Mars though.” Her cheery voice continued, “Sooo- what’s your name?” She was met with silence. “Okay, fine. Stay mysterious. I’ll just call yooou- Jessica?”

“No.” Her saviour deadpanned. 

“Okay, not Jessica…. Georgia?” Hope seeped into her words as she gently elbowed her taller companion in an attempt to gain her favour. 

“Please stop.” 

“You could just tell me your name? I’d stop if I knew what to call you- maybe Lauren?” 

Realising she wouldn’t shut her mouth until she got what she wanted, the calmer of the pair offered a solution, “If I tell you my name, will you be quiet?” 

“Yes.” Her reply was instantaneous and full of excitement. 

“It’s Sam.” She sighed out exasperatedly. 

“Sam!” Mars grinned, barely one second of silence passed before she was speaking once again, “Sam Sam Sam… is that short for Samantha?” 

“Shut. Up!” 

AHHHHHHHHHH our girls finally met oml oml, so excited for this duo you have no idea! But ah, Sam doesn't seem all the keen on it ahaha sorry girl you got lumped with a whole ball of sunshine. Let me know if you also love these girlies together as much as I do.

Esra ✨

[f4riedimples]

one against all

pairings: Sam carpenter x f!reader

Warnings: fighting, arguments,(I do make it known that reader is “tiny” or at least smaller than the others, breakups, angst, core four not being the BEST friends.

summary: it takes so long to build a relationship but so quick to lose it.

Today was the day! You were finally gonna see your best friend! Core four and Sam didn’t know her that well but when you invited them to her birthday party they immediately excepted.

“hey Sam you almost ready?” You asked excitedly. You and Sam had got together a while ago and you were so excited for her to meet your best friend.

Sam turned around and smiled. “Of course n/n.” She had just put on her bomber jacket and grabbed her keys.

You had told your friends that it was time to leave for the party and they were all set.

the drive there was already amazing! You guys were really looking forward to getting drunk and feeling good.

you almost felt like your idol, Sidney Prescott.

the radio even played some of everyone’s favorite songs. It already felt like you guys were at the party.

once you guys had got there you were immediately greeted to your friends happy face. She had missed you so much!

“hey! These are my best friends Mindy, Chad, and Tara! Then this is my girlfriend Sam!” You smiled and so did they. After They all sent your friend happy smiles you really thought everything was gonna go well.

half way into the night chad already gotten high with Mindy before she went upstairs with some hot girl that she had met, leaving chad chilling on the couch scrolling through is phone while music played.

Tara had been at first just dancing around awkwardly while making small talk every once in awhile with a random person until she was with someone who she knew was gonna be her friend.

Sam on the other hand…you really didn’t know. Was she actually enjoying this party? Most of the time she just looked around with a cold, almost scowl like expression, keeping her hands on her pockets the whole time.

you were dancing with your friend when one of her favorite songs, “broken clocks” by sza had came on and now you guys were really feeling it, drinking and all.

but you could help but notice Sam in the corner. Was she uncomfortable? Being the good girlfriend you were you decided to tell your friend you’ll be right back before going up to Sam.

Her eyes lifted up slightly from whatever she was looking at and she took a deep breath, clearly annoyed.

“Sam, what’s wrong? You seem irritated or just like you wanna leave.” You’re so confused. Before this you had taken small glances at Sam and at the time she looked fine. What was the matter now.

“nothing. Leave it.” She replied sternly. This was so unlike her to have this kind of attitude with you.

and before you knew it you were wondering if everyone was having a bad night. Just then Mindy had came back down, unbeknownst to you.

“Sam what is wrong? Can anything cheer you up? Maybe…wanna dance?” You gave Sam a hopeful smile. You really couldn’t put your finger on it. Sam wasn’t the jealous type so that was out of the question.

“because I don’t wanna fucking be here.” She was now obviously more upset. But it was all so sudden. You take a breath and before you can speak she continues. “This place is trash, these people are trash and I hate it here.”

now that one really caught you off guard.

did she really only come here for you? “Sam please. You just need to get to know everyone better.” You looked a little sad that Sam wasn’t having a good time as that’s what you wanted for everyone.

that’s one of the main reasons you invited them.

Sam sighed and ran her fingers through her hair in distress. She’s obviously sick of this place. Maybe even sick of your friend. before your friends current boyfriend she was known to be “sex positive” and maybe that was the reason Sam didn’t want her around.

so she wouldn’t make you act the Sam.

you mouth a sorry, knowing Sam probably needs her space and time to cool off. You walk away but you don’t immediately go back to your friend.

that would only upset sam more. Instead you opt to go outside for a minute. As you’re standing there you feel a light tap on your shoulder. It’s Mindy.

“yeah?” You asked almost confused. Mindy sighs a little nervous or hesitant. “We should leave.” Your heart doesn’t shatter but your head gets clouded with anger.

“why? Because Sam said so?” Mindy looked almost offended. “Well maybe she’s right. Your friend…isn’t the best.” You tried to hold back your anger.

you had known your friend for so long and she was genuinely a nice person who never tried to get you into that lifestyle.

“but why? Because of the way she is? Why is that your place to judge her?” It honestly hurts that people are judging your friend when she was there for you during your toughest times.

and it also hurt that everyone was on Sam’s side when you had all known each other for Sam amount of time. For years.

Mindy knew this and to you it felt like her loyalty lied with Sam. “I’m not trying to judge her but maybe she isn’t the best person to be around. Yeah she’s changed her ways and hasn’t done that in a while but still.” “still what?! That was in the past!” But to Mindy it didn’t feel like the past. That or she’s just saying anything that would’ve pleased Sam if Sam was with you guys right now.

before she can respond you go back inside. Making your way around is a little hard because of the crowd of people but you make it work.

eventually you see chad with a stern, almost angry looking face while talking to your friends boyfriend. Before you can say anything you feel sam grab you and pull you away.

“just leave it.” She says once again. But you couldn’t let this one go. “No sam! What the Fuck are y’all doing?” You were really starting to get irritated now.

sam didn’t answer you and over all the music you hear Tara arguing with your friend. You immediately turn around ready to defend her but sam is holding you back.

this wasn’t fair. This wasn’t right. Although your friend and Tara were around the same height your friend was literally drunk. She barely even knows what’s going on!

you can see tears in her eyes. She didn’t drink any alcohol that would make her really aggressive. She drank mostly alcohol like red wine which would have her relaxed.

you see the drunk confused tears in her eyes and you feel so bad that it actually almost has you yelling at Tara to get away from her and leave her alone.

Before you know it Tara is throwing first at your friend who sitting on this couch thing with her back turned.

as Tara is beating up your friend it’s like the grip Sam had on you is suddenly as light as paper as you run towards Tara and your friend and pull her off.

Tara is usually never like this but you’re assuming she must’ve drank some hard liquor.

as soon as you pull Tara off she’s suddenly hitting you which you immediately reciprocate, nearly slamming her down to the club floor.

“bitch you’re dumb!” You yell angrily as you continue to beat the shit out of Tara. You were both tipsy and you were angry. Tara just seems like she was a tiny bit angry and wanted a problem.

After a few seconds you get pulled off by Sam and you try to get out of her grasp by thrashing but it doesn’t work. Sam is taller and stronger than you. She could lift you up a few inches in a bare hug and shake you like a rag doll.

Sam is clearly pissed off from you putting your hands on her sister but Chad tries to calm you all down as you guys see Tara’s nose bleeding a little bit.

as you all get escorted out and to the car it’s hard to calm down.

when you’re all in no one knows if everyone is calming down or just doesn’t want to speak. You and Sam are clearly pissed off but you guys keep silent for most of the car ride.

as soon as you guys get to the apartment you get out angrily. When inside it’s like the whole thing starts up again.

“y/n you really shouldn’t-“ Mindy gets cut off as you yell. “What the fuck are y’all’s problems! Y’all don’t even know that girl, she does nothing to y’all!”

Sam takes off her jacket and throws it across the kitchen island in frustration. “Y/n just- calm down. You’re overreacting.” You’re overreacting? Out of everyone YOU’RE overreacting?

“Listen just don’t do anything else stupid alright?”chad tries to chime in and you almost yell before Tara says something.

“you fucking bitch!” She’s obviously still upset about what you did like everyone else and you can tell everyone’s really about to gang up on you in a second.

“I’m the bitch?! You’re the one who attacked my friend for no reason!” You yell back angrily. Tara was NOT the victim.

“just leave it alone.” Mindy speaks cautiously but you’ve had enough. And suddenly everyone’s trying to degrade you and tell you right from wrong.

“stop! That was fucked up! She’s your friend and being a bitch!” Mindy yells at you angrily. Before you know it both of you are running up in the heat of the moment and start to fight.

it’s very brief as even though you guys get a few good hits in you ultimately get pulled away.

“Cmon I’m ready to fight! Win, lose, draw, it don’t Matter! We back in the house ,everyone wanna fight me right?! I’ll fight everyone, I don’t care!” They had truly gotten on your last nerves. How could they do suddenly treat you like this?

Sam stepped in front of you as if you were the one who was gonna need protecting. “Y/n just go in my room. We’ll talk about this later.” She was so firm but you yell back.

“no, fuck that! I’ll fight all of y’all, I don’t give a fuck who got a problem! So if you do just step up, I’ll fight Chad too!” Chad was shocked by this but stayed calm.

“Y’all think just because I’m small that I’m scared of y’all or I won’t fuck y’all up!” It was true. A lot of people thought they could beat you but they couldn’t. No matter the size you were always able to defend yourself.

you were able to embarrass someone taller than you last year on the school stage.

“just go in the fucking room! Now!” You tried to hold back your anger as you stomped your way into the room.

a few minutes later after you slowly started to calm down Sam had finally came in a little more angrier than you still.

“what the hell was that?! First you attack Tara then Mindy? What is wrong with you?!” A part of you wanted to cry. You always loved Sam and you never got this way with anyone in the group.

you were always so nice to everyone until they disrespected you.

you had tears of frustration and almost fear as you spoke. “Because y’all messed with my friend no reason! On her birthday!” Tears fell as it just didn’t feel right for this to happen.

It was supposed to be your friends day. Her special day.

“I know and I guess I’m sorry for that but I just don’t trust her!” Sam tried to defend angrily but with a little remorse as she saw your tears.

“no, you guys ruined her birthday! You guys couldn’t suck it up for one night! Y’all embarrassed her,” you couldn’t help but cry for your friend.

“and y’all know everyone was probably recording! She didn’t deserve that!” Sam sighed trying to calm down as she took a seat next to you on the bed.

“maybe this whole thing should have never happened.” She whispered and you immediately knew what she meant by that. Your biggest fear was finally happening.

Sam saw the look on your face and in your eyes and immediately regretted what came out of her mouth. “Now wait a secon-“ before she could finish you had got up.

“well then fuck it! Since I obviously don’t Matter to any of y’all I’ll just go! Since y’all don’t love me no more then I’m gone! Because y’all are not the same people I nearly grew up with!”

you had tears in your eyes. It hurt but you just couldn’t take it. You grabbed your things and walked out of the room.

Sam tried to run after you, the girl she had loved with tears in her eyes. Everyone turned towards Sam and before they knew it.

you were gone.

[samsayswhatever]

More thoughts on Lochy being autistic: I've seen most of Sam's other work, the clenched jaw is Lochy specific. I'm not sure if that's an autistic trait, but he does make his voice as small and quiet as possible. Overcompensating because people have told him he's too loud in the past?

The way he often has a bottle of soda and sips on it could be self soothing? I don't know there's a moment when Saxon says something to him on the yacht and he feels awkward so he takes a sip of his drink. He actually pretty consistently drinks everything in small sips, at least before the full moon party. Sensory issue? He does kind of throw up his beer when he takes too big a swig (omg he actually spit out the pill guys!)

He seems to be uncharacteristically anxious about going to posture therapy, an activity he was blindsided with by his parents. Was it because it wasn't part of The Plan or he has anxiety about unfamiliar scenarios in general? He does cower away with Piper for most of the yacht ride, and he has to be literally led like a dog on a leash through social interaction by Saxon. He only comes out of his shell when he gets to talk about and perform his special interest, magic.

He can't even tell that Chloe and the other girls are flirting with him. He thinks he's just performing a magic routine, they think he actually has rizz and want him bad.

After they get back from the party (he is hungover tbf), he puts his hands over his ears while Saxon is blending his shake. Saxon, who is equally hungover, seems not to mind, and Victoria and Piper, while annoyed by the sound, don't seem overstimulated by it. It's just a one off thing though, he doesn't do that all the other times Saxon turns on the blender.

He's incredibly naïve. When Saxon directs his attention to the attractive women on the yacht, Lochy says "But dude, they all have like, husbands, or boyfriends." He seemingly is not aware that people commit adultery (or at least doesn't think that Saxon is worth committing adultery for lol). This might be literal thinking from him.

Speaking of literal thinking, he confesses to Piper that praying to him felt like talking to himself, and when she described feeling a presence he immediately chalked that up to wishful thinking. He isn't able to see Piper's perspective because it makes no sense to him. He also in that moment kind of insensitively invalidates her worldview, which Piper is very sensitive about.

Saxon usually just talks at him rather than ever asking for any of his ideas or input, and even Piper seems more to condescend to him than to genuinely connect with him. That's not an autistic trait per se, but it is very relatable to how neurotypical people talk to you and treat you. Timothy and Victoria also, when they bother to pay attention to him, talk to him in a way that's very familiar to me. It's incredibly dismissive and patronizing.

Thank you for your thoughts!

The clenched jaw thing is interesting because it could be a stim, or a sign he's anxious or stressed. But it could also be a reminder to keep his mouth shut. I do this all the time, where I will automatically clench my jaw to keep myself from saying something I shouldn't, or keep myself from interrupting people. He talked in his posture appointment about how he feels like there are a lot of big personalities in his family, and that points to him feeling like he doesn't have enough space in conversations to express himself.

That aligns with what you said about how he also has a small quiet way of talking. I can easily see him be the type to talk way too loud when he's excited about a topic, and we actually have a scene where we hear him talking about tsunami's to his mom and siblings from Timothy's POV which is quite far away. Which means Lochlan's voice was carrying really far. He also was talking while they were walking, indicating that he may have been so excited about the topic he had been talking about it all the way home.

I agree that the sipping on drinks could be self soothing, and he does seem to do it more in stressful situations, like when talking to the girls on the boat initially, and after he kissed Chloe and after he kissed Saxon. It could be a sensory issue, or it could be another indicator that he is drinking the drink for a reason besides being thirsty, such as the self soothing, or even another way to occupy his mouth to keep himself quiet.

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And as far as him spitting the pill goes, it's always an interesting theory. I know some people love it, and others hate it. But I think most people who hate it, hate the idea that Lochlan is a manipulative evil mastermind who is scheming to assault his brother. I personally think that it's possible he spit the pill. Being able to keep the pill under his tongue while talking and drinking would be difficult, but we know his character is exceptionally good at slight of hand. And we also know that his character is inexperienced, but wants to look experienced in Saxon's eyes.

Personally, if I think he did spit the pill, he wasn't trying to get Saxon to take it. He was trying to pretend like he is super put together and able to handle himself while on drugs like a pro. But I can also see him starting to take the pill genuinely, then tucking it under his tongue the second he notices Saxon's reaction, and then later spitting it out in a half assed attempt to be the metaphorical designated driver of the group.

But Lochlan was drunk at the time of taking the pill out of Chloe's hand, and he was on a trend of being braver and braver, as well as a trend of standing up to Saxon (like with the "I'm gonna take you down" comment.) So I personally think it's unlikely he purposely spit the pill. There is a tiny part of me that thinks it could be possible that he had so much to drink that he threw up a little, and spit the pill out by accident. But the way he smiled throughout the night on the boat read very high to me.

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Anyway, it was interesting how anxious he was about the posture therapy. He said his plan for the week was to go with the flow, but when the flow happened, he didn't really seem to enjoy it. I'm not sure if it was The Plan related, partially because he didn't have a plan, but on the other hand I've had interruptions to my day where I thought I had No Plan and suddenly I felt inconvenienced beyond repair. So.

But I also think it had to do with the fact that being sent to posture therapy was a statement that his parents didn't like his posture. And for a people pleaser like him, that would feel like being told he failed, and not only that, he HAS BEEN failing for a long time, and they never brought it up. They are his parents, they should care, but they should have cared earlier. This might trigger some of his issues about being neglected. This could have also been another straw on the camels back that lead to him needing Saxon's love and approval so much he jerked him off. Just as a thought.

He does basically hide away with Piper for most of the boat ride until she tells him her plan to move to Thailand. Then he goes to Saxon in search of a more stable source of love. However, Saxon immediately pushes a drink in his hand and tells him to "follow the leader" and just drink it. His tendency to sip may have lead him to drink it, and then his drunkness may have helped him open up enough to be himself to do the magic trick like that.

I totally didn't pick up on any of the girls flirting with him or him thinking he had rizz! I'm only good at seeing how longing glances = flirting, not how other things translate into flirting lol.

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I did notice the blender thing! I think that was definitely too much noise for him, but it could have been exaggerated by the hangover, and he was the closest to it besides Saxon, who both makes smoothies a lot, had his hands full, and seems like the type to tough out the pain rather than do something that indicates he's in pain.

The "they all have husbands" things is interesting. I do think it's some part naiveté, and some part literal thinking. I also think he could have been testing Saxon to see if he knew what he was about to do. Then when Saxon was like "yeah, I know, I don't care about adultery" then Lochlan kinda had to get on board. This might have also made him uncomfortable, and pushed him to drink.

And, maybe this is giving him too much credit, but I kinda thought that Lochy was doing magic because he thought it would be impressive enough to make Saxon happy, but not so sexy that the girls would cheat with him right in front of their husbands. But that's probably a stretch. It's just a thought. I'm not sure how aware he is that magic is nerdy, or if he would have used it purposefully like that, or if he was genuinely trying his best to make the girls (and therefore Saxon) happy. Or if that was his only skill to show off, or if Saxon prompted him to do it, or whatever.

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The scene with Piper in the hammocks was so fascinating. He definitely kept asking questions to the point that she was uncomfortable and had to leave, and that's very relatable, and possibly autistic of him. The part about his prayers being hear being "wishful thinking" was interesting. It felt like possibly a metaphor for his crush on Saxon. At this point he's been getting a lot of signs from Saxon, like him grabbing his junk while looking at him, talking about porn with him, walking around naked etc. and Lochlan might fear that it's "wishful thinking" that his prayers are being answered, and Saxon actually likes him. Alternatively, it could be a sign that his internal monologue never shuts up and so feeling that spiritual calm is unlikely.

And I definitely agree that his family is patronizing to him. At first I thought it was just the younger sibling effect, but that doesn't really make sense. Piper has been out of the house for at least 3 years, meaning it's just been the parents and Lochlan at home for that time. I'd think that would bring them closer together, but it hasn't. Which is more evidence for the idea that his parents really neglect him. But I also really relate to the feeling of being talked AT and not WITH. And it sucks, and I'm sorry you have to deal with that too.

Anyway, thanks again for your thoughts, and I hope by this point you knew that by asking me a question, that you'd be getting a long response 😅

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 3089

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Sensory Processing Sensitivity (SPS), Angst (some), back to the slow burn

----------------------------------------- Chapter 17 - When Things Change

Lebanon wasn’t a tiny town, but it wasn’t a big town either. There was a Wal-Mart at least, the only big city-type store in the place. The rest were locally owned businesses. Dean pulled into the parking lot of the Wal-Mart first since Jess’s suggestion was first. It was one of those supercenters and would require a lot of walking.

“Want one of those drivey-cart things, Sweetheart?” Dean asked her with a smirk after they got out of the car.

“Want me to hit you again?” she asked, not amused but smirking.

Sam raised an eyebrow at that, his arm over Jess’s shoulders as they walked, “She hit you? When?” he asked his brother.

“This morning,” Maria answered plainly, “Three times.”

Sam laughed, “Is that why you were sitting in the kitchen alone?” 

“Shut up Sam,” Dean told him, trying not to get annoyed.

“Why’d she hit you?” Jess asked curiously.

“He doesn’t know how to knock or keep his smartmouth shut,” Maria stated plainly, smirking again as she remembered how he looked lying on the kitchen floor earlier.

This time, Dean smirked, “And I’d do it again too, Sweetheart,” he told her teasingly.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to break something when I hit you,” she stated plainly, but seriously.

A woman who was passing them as she was leaving the store got a very uneasy look on her face and hurried to her car. Jess chuckled at the woman’s reaction, “Okay, you two go grab what you came here for. Maria and I are gonna go look at other stuff, for her room,” Jess told them before she kissed Sam on the cheek.

The brothers shared a silent conversation with a look before they went in the opposite direction of the girls, “Come on Maria, let's get you some stuff for your room,” Jess said, taking her arm, and practically dragging her toward the home section of the store.

Maria grimaced at the speed at which Jess was dragging her along, but managed to keep up, “Can’t we take our time?” she groaned.

Jess giggled, “Aren’t you excited?” she asked, needing to keep her occupied while the boys picked up what they were after.

“Not really Jess,” Maria sighed as they reached the section with numerous different options to decorate a home with.

Jess furrowed her brow as she looked over at her, “How come?”  she asked, more concerned now than with her change in mood.

Somehow Maria managed to slip out of Jess’s hold and looked at the pictures and word signs people enjoyed hanging in their homes, “I haven’t had a home in a long time, Jess. I don’t even know where to begin if I was being honest,” she sighed.

Jess watched her for a moment, trying to figure out what she wasn’t saying, “Okay. What kind of things do you like? We can start there,” she suggested.

“I like working on my truck,” she answered. That one was easy but past that, she wasn’t really sure.

Jess found an empty cart sitting in the aisle, so she snagged it and looked back at Maria, “Let’s start with a laundry basket for your room. There’s lots of options.”

Maria followed her with her hands in her pockets, glancing at the things they passed, nothing catching her interest, “I also don’t want to give those two any more ammunition to tease me either,” she finally told Jess, quietly.

“Does it bother you that much?” Jess asked as she turned down another aisle.

“Sometimes,” Maria sighed. She wasn’t the best at sharing how she felt about things but this was Jess, and she’d been there for her during a time when she’d really needed a friend. “It also doesn’t help that the tattoo artists said I was a person with SPS.”

For a moment Jess just looked at her, and then that day came back to her, “I can talk to Sam and I’m sure he can talk to Dean,” Jess suggested, hoping she’d open up a little more.

“I don’t think it’ll help. It’s a sibling thing, even if I’m not related to them,” she replied, glancing at the laundry baskets to her right.

“I might be able to at least get them to lighten up with it, if it bothers you that much,” Jess told her and then stopped to look at the wicker laundry baskets.

Maria plucked a packaged laundry bag off the rack and tossed it in the cart, “I’m still pretty sure it won’t help, at least not with Dean. I don’t want them to know, about the whole SPS thing. I haven’t even told my Uncle.”

Jess knew what else was going on and for the moment, hadn’t figured out how to bridge the gap between her and Dean, “At least pick one in a color you like. That one is plain as hell Maria,” she protested, putting the package back on the shelf.

“Fine,” Maria groaned as she looked back at her options, looking through the ones in the back. When she found one in a nice deep purple she smiled a little and tossed it in the cart.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. You like purple. I can work with that,” Jess told her, still doing her best to gently dig deeper.

Maria rolled her eyes and just followed her friend. Jess found some things for her desk to help her stay organized with various items to hold pens, papers, and a slew of other things. She even managed to get Maria to pick out a few posters. Half of them were just colors. There were a couple that had some almost psychedelic looks to them. Then there was the one of a moose in nature, with a squirrel sitting on its antlers. Maria couldn’t help but find it not only cute but for some reason, funny. When Jess saw her laugh, she put it in the cart.

“Come on, we’re gonna get you some cute things, nicknacks to decorate with,” Jess told her, smiling. 

She rolled her eyes but followed her friend, “Can’t I just decorate with my weapons?” 

“You can do that too. Let’s go get you the hardware so you can hang stuff up,” Jess replied and changed course to the hardware section of the store.

For a moment, Maria thought she saw Sam and Dean down one of the aisle but when she looked again, the aisle was empty. She caught back up with Jess who was already putting various things in the cart. She let her friend do her thing when she noticed the paint a bit further down, tilting her head a little before heading over to it. The cans came in several different sizes and numerous colors. She didn’t notice Jess watching her. Maria crouched down and pulled a couple of cans down to inspect.

“Want to paint your room?” Jess asked, now standing behind her.

“Is that weird?” Maria asked, not looking up at her.

Jess smiled softly, “Not at all. What colors do you want?”

Maria handed her several small cans of paint, all different colors, then two large cans, one white, one black. She grimaced when she stood back up, her tattoo burning again at the way her body had been.

“Does it still hurt?” Jess asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Jess,” she told her, not wanting to talk about it.

“It’s okay. I won’t tell the boys. I remember what the artist said to you. It’s not totally abnormal to be that sensitive down there,” she told her softly, gently nudging in hopes of her opening up more.

Maria glanced at her before looking at the paint brushes, “Yeah, it still hurts. I’ll be fine. If I can take a beating from a monster, a little tattoo is nothing to get over.”

Jess couldn’t help but chuckle a little, “Ever been that sensitive when you were with a guy?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Her body stiffened at the question, “Umm…” she trailed off, grabbing a package of paint brushes before turning to her, “I’ve, uh… never been with a guy,” she confessed, blushing.

“That explains a lot,” Jess said, surprised.

“Don’t tell them, please. That’s the last thing I need them to tease me about,” Maria begged.

“I’ll try not to. I might end up telling Sam but I’ll swear him to secrecy,” Jess replied, trying to reassure her.

Maria grumbled a little before she headed toward the art supply section, wanting other paint brushes, Jess following close behind her. Once in the crafts section, Jess excused herself to go to the ladies room but that wasn’t where she was headed. She realized that the SPS went beyond just the physical feelings and had to nip some things in the bud, quickly. The last thing she wanted was for Maria to get pushed back to whiskey. She located the boys almost at the register.

“Look. I’ve changed my mind about all this. Just… just put it back,” she told the two of them.

“What happened Jess?” Sam asked, more concerned than upset.

“She’s opening up and… I don’t have the heart to go through with any of this. It’ll…” she sighed, “It’ll hurt her. Please, just put it all back,” she practically begged them, “It’s like when she went through her grief from losing her dad.”

“Sure Jess, we’ll put it back,” Sam told her, kissing her forehead as he held her close for a moment. He looked out, across the store, slightly worried about his sister but knew now was not the time to push it. Dean just gave them a confused look, as no one had filled him in on any of that yet.

Maria picked out some paintbrushes, and drawing pencils, and then wandered into the electronics area. Before she’d stayed with Sam and Jess, she’d buried everything she felt but after she went through detox, her emotions always seemed to be just under the surface. Her mind again wandered, wanting so badly to talk to someone. Since she’d learned she had SPS, it was like all her emotions made more sense, at least why she felt them like she did, even if she didn’t understand it all. Things like why she was bothered by Dean’s annoying behavior or even why the teasing of her brothers and even Jess had bothered her. None of that had been there before her detox.

Maria shook her head as she looked at the small speakers on the shelf. She found a cheap wireless speaker and put it in the cart, thinking about listening to music in her room on something other than just her headphones. Before she knew it, she was wandering around the clothes section. There were several clearance racks that she was looking through when Jess found her again.

“Find anything you like?” Jess asked her, curiously.

“I have enough clothes,” Maria said, more lost in thought than anything.

“You have work clothes and stuff you’ve had since you were a teenager. There’s no harm in getting a few new items from time to time,” Jess told her.

Maria rolled her eyes as Jess began looking through the clothes as well but didn’t pay attention to what she put in the cart. It didn’t help that Jess knew what size she was, “I’ll take care of this if you want to head outside,” Jess told her with a tilt of her head and a smile.

“Are the guys done yet?” Maria asked.

“Not quite yet. They changed their mind on a few things. They should be done soon though,” Jess told her before heading to the register with the cart.

She went outside and sat down in the passenger seat of the Impala, alone with her thoughts and completely lost in them. One thing she wanted more than anything was someone to confide in but had always been worried that Jess would tell Sam and somehow it would get back to Dean or that Sam would want to talk to her. She hadn’t had a chance to get her Uncle alone, so hadn’t been able to confide in him either, and that bothered her. She had more secrets than any of them knew about and no one that she felt she could lean on, at least when it came to the three she was shopping with.

Dean stopped in his tracks, which caused Sam to do the same when he saw how sad and alone she looked sitting in his car, “Dude, why don’t you just talk to her?” Sam asked, seeing what his brother was looking at.

“Sam, she can’t stand me,” Dean sighed, truly believing that.

“I bet you’re wrong,” Sam told him.

“Didn’t we cover this on the Cali trip and I was right,” Dean stated.

“You told her she looked hot, how was she supposed to react?” Sam questioned, “The least you could do is maybe try being nice and not always trying to annoy her.” “At least when I’m annoying her she isn’t ignoring me,” Dean sighed. 

Sam thought for a moment, “You know, if you want her to be receptive, why don’t you try not acting like a jerk and be open with her?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow, “I’m gonna see if Jess needs any help inside.” Dean grumbled under his breath as his brother went back inside. With the past he had with Maria he wasn’t even sure how to open up to her and he attempted to figure it out on the short walk to the car. She didn’t even notice he was there until she saw the trunk pop open, causing her to jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he told her, somewhat shyly, although he meant it.

She furrowed her brow, slightly confused by the lack of a smartass remark, “I, uhh… It’s okay. I wasn’t really paying attention,” she replied quietly, shyly.

He was hidden from her view due to the trunk and thankful for that, having a hard time taking a deep breath. She hadn’t snapped at him or given him some retort, “Did you uh… have fun, shopping?” he asked, slowly finding a micron of confidence.

Maria looked down at the pavement of the parking lot from her opened door, “Not really.”

Dean put the last few items in the trunk before he closed it, looking over at her. She looked so alone, “How come?” he asked her, softer than he realized.

She licked her lips and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, holding it there for a moment, still not understanding why he was being the way he was, nor if she should say more, “I guess… it’s cause I haven’t had a home in so long.”

He could tell there was more to it than that and wondered just how much he could get her to open up without her biting his head off, “If it’s any consolation, I’m feeling kinda the same,” he confessed to her, rubbing the back of his neck.

That’s when she looked over at him, really looking at him now. She saw the nervousness in his expression, and his posture, and even felt it in his words, “Did Sam push you to get stuff too?”

His smile was genuine when he looked over at her, “Yeah,” he chuckled nervously, “Are you uh, feeling better?”

She looked back down at the pavement, debating answering him, then nodded a little. If she needed to, she’d give him enough rope to hang himself with and she could always hit him again if he turned into a jerk about it.

“Is that sort of thing… normal?” he asked, still sounding nervous, although somewhat curious.

“Umm, for some people,” she said quietly, “It should stop, in a couple days,” not wanting him to know what the tattoo artist had told her.

Dean made plans to look that up when they got back to the bunker, wanting to understand but also not push her either, “Sorry you have to go through that,” he told her softly, a smile to match.

She slowly looked up and over at him, still somewhat confused at his change in behavior and demeanor, “Uh, thanks,” she replied, slightly confused.

There was an awkward silence between the two when Jess and Sam showed up, both of them smiling while Sam pushed the cart, “What’d you do, buy half the store?” Dean exclaimed looking at how full the cart was.

“Just a quarter of it,” Jess quipped at him, making Sam chuckle.

Maria had to smile at that one, and Dean noticed. He loved seeing her smile like she was, soft and almost happy. He knew how tough she was but right now, she didn’t look like that hardass hunter that had gone toe to toe with him in Sam’s apartment that morning. He remembered how she would look like that when she’d interact with Sam, growing up.

“You gonna help pack the trunk?” Sam asked, causing the tips of Dean’s ears to blush due to his thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” he quickly answered and moved to help.

The drive back was quiet, at least on any personal topic. Jess had offered to help Maria with her room, but she declined, wanting to do it alone. Dean had decided he was going to attempt to help her or at least try to talk to her more later, while she was setting things up. He glanced over at her and couldn’t help but have a hard time focusing on the road with the way the light filtered through the trees and danced across her hair and face as she looked out the window.

“Dean!” Sam snapped as Dean quickly swerved back into his lane.

“Sorry guys, thought I saw something in the forest,” he quickly told them. 

“Uh-huh,” Jess teased him, having seen exactly who he was looking at, and it wasn’t the forest.

He glared at her through the rearview mirror before focusing on the road again. It was obvious to both Sam and Jess that the two liked each other, now they just had to get the two of them to realize it. Maria had glared at Dean, more annoyed than anything when he swerved like he did, but she didn’t make a snarky comment about it. She looked back out the window and was again, lost in her thoughts of their interaction in the parking lot earlier. She still couldn’t figure out what had changed and why he was being like that.

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Affection; a Sam Kiszka x Reader

no content warnings as of yet, but I'll add as we continue! i ask that readers bare with me, as this is my first time using tumblr and quiet honestly my first time posting a solo fic i've written completely by myself!! thank you for anyone stopping by <3

“Oh, i ‘ m looking for affection in all the wrong places . “

September

That was the last time you could honestly remember things being normal. The air had a specific crisp in its breeze, and fall sports were in full force. Sam had dragged you out to the football game, of course for no other reason than to poke fun at the players clad in shoulder pads and stupid knee-high socks. You and Sam’s friendship mostly consisted of being complete cunts whenever you went out into public together. The type of people you’d typically hate when being out in public, but Sam happened to bring out an extremely annoying side of you, and you didn’t help his ungracious sense of public awareness at all.

“Y’know, football is kind of a homoerotic sport once you really think about it.” Sam said, voice raised slightly above the band and fellow students in the student section that were cheering for the team. Both of you had no idea what was going on, and you were relieved you didn’t have to pretend. You were standing shoulder to shoulder with plenty of other students, and it wasn’t the most . . . comfortable experience, but you’re glad you have Sam to distract you.

There’s a soft laugh shared between you and your best friend, his hand coming up to lightly graze your arm to keep his feet steady on the narrow bleacher you two were standing on as he laughs that stupid annoying laugh you’ve learned to love, ”God, do you just say words to say them, Sam?” you tease, eyebrows raising as a silent test to your statement. There was some truth to your words. Sometimes Sam just. . . talked, probably because he wasn’t used to getting words in between his bickering older brothers. 

Truthfully, you loved them all. You loved how you could go to Josh about pretty much anything and he would listen – offer some philosophical advice that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Jake had this air about him that screamed confidence and you really admired him, his talent and attitude towards life was something that was infectious to you. Daniel, while not related, kept everyone in check. As tiring and overused as the term “mom friend” is, there's no other way to describe him, and you admired his ability to be the calm and driving force behind each and every one of you. Then there was Sam. . . Sam had all of the qualities of his older brothers and best friend all in one package. Something that drew you towards him like a moth drawn to a flame.

Although you would never tell him how you truly felt out of fear of losing the relationship you had built with not only him, but his family; you couldn’t imagine a life without him – so you kept quiet. If silencing your desire meant you got to keep Sam around, you would.

“Hellooo, Y/N, are you even paying attention?” Sam is waving a hand in your face, bringing you back to the fact everyone was cheering. You shove his hand away and start clapping almost instinctively over whatever play had just happened. 

You look at Sam with your eyebrows drawn in, glaring at him playfully, “What? Jealous I'm not giving you all my attention?” You tease, turning your head but not before shooting him a killer side eye

Sam lets out a small ‘pft’, shaking his head and brushing hair from his face,”Oh, whatever. Bite me.” He responds, popping his hip out hard enough to knock you into the girl to your right to which you immediately apologize.

You slap Sam in the chest with the back of your hand, glaring at him once more, “If you wanna be annoying, I’ll just go sit with Josh or Jake. I’m sure they'd be glad to keep me company.” You retort, a stern look on your face. Josh, Jake, and Daniel had shown up to sit and watch their friends in the band and whatnot that had been left behind once they graduated.

Sam’s teasing smile almost faltererd – and you can tell, “Yeah, whatever. You like hanging out with me too much.” He said, rolling his eyes. If only he knew the truth behind his statement.

The game goes on to win in Frankenmuth’s favor, ensuring that every possible place to get food in that town would be filled to the brim. You and Sam find the other three missing from the group to decide where to eat, and once Danny makes the decision for everyone, you pile in two different cars and head to the closest option for food and drinks. You and Sam drive together, of course, the other three in their own car. You sit in Sam’s passenger seat comfortably, it was your spot after all. You occupied it more times than you didn’t, in the morning on the way to school and typically after whenever you and Sam came up with mundane plans for the remainder of the day.

Sam parks next to the boy’s car and you both get out, walking into the restaurant together and bantering, riding the high of the night. You all piled into a booth, Sam comfortably between you and Danny and the twins in the other booth across from you. The waitress came over, a young girl who was very visibly upset that she had missed the game. Still, she reluctantly took your drink orders. You got a Shirley Temple along with Sam (who got his with extra grenadine and an extra maraschino cherry), the other boys getting a lemon water, Coke, and Dr. Pepper respectively.  As you guys settle in, small talk ensues.

“So, how long are you guys in town for?” You ask, leaning your elbow on the table and placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“Don’t know. . .” Jake started, Josh interjecting to finish for him.

“It’s starting to pick up!” He said excitedly, “Y’know, we’re getting gigs further and further out which is awesome, but very unfortunate for Samuel.” He said, mocking a pout towards his younger sibling who simply scoffed in response.

“Well thankfully –” Sam started, pausing to shoot Josh a glare to which the elders reaction of course was to feign innocence ( always one for the theatrics ), “We live in a small town where the staff understands. You know? As long as I get my work done on the road or before sets or whatever – Daniel too!” He said, throwing his best friend into the equation.

Jake let out a small laugh, moving hair out of his face and staring out the window. You knew he was listening, but to anyone else, he probably looked miserable.

“Hopefully . . .” Danny started, getting the conversation back on track, “ hopefully we’re stationary enough for me and Sam to finish school this year. Music is great, but senior year is also extremely important.”

“Music is forever, Daniel! To hell with school. You won’t need it once we’re playing huge, sold out, one night only shows!” Josh  said, half joking, using his arms and hands while he talked.

“Oooh, like Madison!! All of the greats have played Madison Square Garden.” Jake said, motioning with his hand in the middle of the table.

“Big goals. Promise you guys won't forget me when you’re famous?” You say, jutting your bottom lip out in an extremely dramatic way.

There was laughter among your table, and for a split second your eyes caught Sam. All you could think about were his dimples and how perfectly they complimented his smile. You draw your eyes away, an almost painful feeling ripping through your chest

“No, but seriously, like, I better be on a guest list somewhere! Or maybe I can come on the road with you guys for a leg! I don’t know, something. You know I’m literally going to die of boredom once you guys leave again.” You say, a somber feeling filling in the creases of atmosphere around the five of you.

“C'mon, Y/N, of course we won’t forget you.” Josh starts, offering an extremely sincere smile.

Jake inhaled through his teeth, a look on his face that only said “I don’t know about that”, jokingly of course.

Suddenly the silverware on the table shook, Sam having kicked Jake underneath the table and shooting him a glare, “Kidding!” Jake exclaimed, rubbing his shin where the tip of Sam’s shoe definitely left a bruise.

“Seriously, you know we’d always be happy to have you tag along with us, Y/N.” Sam said, wrapping a comforting arm around you and pulling you in for a side hug.

Even though you have hair in your face and your shoulder feels like it’s about to dislocate from how hard Sam is hugging you, the only thing you could think about is your closeness. The way you can smell what cologne Sam is wearing, only because you were there when he bought it. You can feel how soft his hair is against your face and god, he’s so warm. You pull yourself out of his gravitational pull before you’re sucked into the inevitable black hole that already consumes you.

You tuck your hair back behind your ear, beaming at the boys,”Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m holding you guys to it! You bet your ass I’m gonna be at every show I can.” You say, a serious look falling on your face. You try to ignore how hot your ears are from the closeness with Sam, hoping nobody else notices.

“We believe you.” Jake said, holding his hands up as if he’d be hurt for not agreeing.

“Good.” You say, raising a fist playfully in Jake’s direction to which Danny intervenes naturally.

The night goes on as usual, you guys share food at the table, talk about stupid high school gossip, what songs are in the process of being written, etc. At the end of the night you split into two groups once more, climbing into your seat in Sam's car so he could take you home.

As you’re buckling up and Sam is starting the car, he begins to speak, “I really do miss you out there, y’know. If I could have it my way, you’d be with us every time.” He says, pulling out of the parking space

Although your heart skips a beat, you speak as if it doesn’t affect you, “Oh, whatever Sammy, don’t flatter me.” You say jokingly, though inside you feel like your heart is about to explode. The anxiety Sam gives you isn’t bad by any means, but it’s definitely hard to ignore the way it feels like every time you speak, butterflies are bound to fly right out of your damn mouth.

“I’m telling the truth!” He says, a hint of offense in his voice.

“I know, just fucking around with you. It means a lot, Sam. I’m like . . basically lost when you’re not here.” You admit, your eyes focused on the road. You’re nervous that if you even look in Sam’s direction you’ll word vomit all over. There’s a knot beginning to tie itself in your throat and suddenly it feels hard to speak.

“Tell me about it. Sometimes before I step on stage I just imagine it’s me and the boys in the garage and it's just you sitting on that dingy little couch. It calms my nerves.” He says, playing his luck with the admittance game.

You let out a fond laugh, your gaze averting to your folded hands in your lap, “You’re funny. .” You say, too caught up in the fact that you can hear your own heartbeat and how hot you suddenly are.

“How?” Sam asks, turning his head towards you.

“Just are. .” You say, meeting his gaze with a smile. He chuckles and turns his head back to the road, making his final turn onto your street. That searing pain is back in your chest once you realize your night is closing in on its end. Sam pulls up to the curb and turns off the ignition.

“I believe this is your stop, miss?” He says, a playful grin on his face.

“Oh, why yes it is.” You retort back, feeding into his playful nature. For a brief moment you two lock eyes and the world almost stops it’s orbit. You can see every glimmer in his eyes and you swear for a second you stop breathing all together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Sam says, although it’s barely a whisper between the two of you. There’s almost a sense of warning in his voice.  The whole atmosphere shifts and suddenly you feel like you’re playing a dangerous game.

You know you are. You clear your throat before attempting to speak, not wanting to embarrass yourself and give away just how nervous the situation made you, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” You said, letting yourself out of the car. 

Before you could get the door shut, Sam leaned forward just enough so you could see him, offering a gentle smile – much more comforting than the tone his voice had dropped to a few moments ago, “Goodnight, Y/n. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?” He said, knowing you would ask him to text you anyway to make sure he got home safe.

You nod and wave before shutting the door, making your way inside the house. Your heart is racing incredibly fast and you take a moment after shutting the front door behind you to process what the fuck just happened. So much for normal. You shake your head and toe off your shoes, kicking them aimlessly by the door. You make your way to your room, going about your night time routine before a ping! from your phone alerts you that Sam had gotten home safe. You sit on your bed and swipe the phone unlocked.

Sammy: hey, made it home :)

You: ok good id have to kill you otherwise

Sammy: wooooahhh. 

Sammy: what? jealous im not giving you all of my attention?

A taste of your own medicine from earlier. You roll your eyes at your phone screen.

You: not funny.

Sammy: oh what happened to me being funny ):

Your heart skips  a beat

You: i hate you 

Sammy: no you dont <3

You’re staring, mouth agape, at your phone. How do you even respond to that? Does he know? There’s a million thoughts racing through your mind.

You: shut up

Sammy: hey, dont be mean

You: im being mean.

Sammy: remember who gives you your rides to school in the morning, y/n

You: whatever samuel

Sammy: ouch, full name?

You: god given.

Sammy: ok, message received. good night. I’ll see you in the morning :) 

You: okie

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Letting out a groan, you flop back into your bed once again to process the text conversation that just happened. You put your hands over your face, sighing into them before plugging your phone in and making yourself comfortable in bed. Sam was the last thing you thought of before your thoughts lulled you to sleep.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Hazformers-Ship CherriShock: The Nerd-Buck & Party-Girl (2024)

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Credit for Hazformers AU goes to Blitzy-Blitzwing

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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depending on how one can look at the ship of these two,

it can be like platonic or romantic, and be a bit like how Cherri and Pentious relationship started.

so far I came up with three ship names for Cherri & Shockwave...

the ship names are of course seen in the drawing, are ShockBomb, Cherriwave and CherriShock.

CherriShock might be my favorite one as Cherri & Shockwave's Platonic & Romantic Ship name.

I think Cherri would end up calling Shockwave a "Nerd" if they ever met...

she might also be a bit disrespectful to even Ratchet, maybe calling him "Grandpa" and even asking "who let him out of the home for the grumpy goats..."

I am speaking of a theoretical and hypothetical way, on what I believe could happen if Cherri ended up meeting Ratchet...

is it weird that Sera kinda reminds me of White Diamond of Steven Universe, like when you don't really hate her but she seems like a really bossy Mom and Matriarch who is stuck in the old ways of running things and thinks that "questioning" when it is needed, is bad and not a "good thing to do"...

Lilith, Charlie's Mom...could remind me of a bit of Pink Diamond but before she became a bit better and became Rose Quartz...

Lute could be a bit like Yellow Diamond and Jasper...

and Adam would possibly be like Blue Diamond, Spinel and Pink-Pearl.

Adam possibly went through a very bad depression because of Lilith and Lucifer, and he only ended up turning into a type of "Bad Boy" because those two had hurt him, like REALLY hurt him...in a emotional way.

even if he is full of himself and puts himself in a very high pedestal of importance, but for all we know...deep down, he is just a emotionally hurt soul who hides it and lets the worst parts of himself show instead of the parts of himself that he keeps hidden inside.

in theory, while there are different versions of Lilith in the Multiverse of the Fictional Dimension, the Lilith from the Hazbin Hotel's Main Timeline, might not be as sweet and loving to her family as she appears to be in the Fanon Timelines...

the book that tells the story about the Garden Of Eden, likely has half-truths and half-lies in it that Lilith may have wrote herself to make herself seem good in her daughter's eyes.

but at times there is more to a story than meets the eye.

just like how there is more than meets the eye when when it comes to who is a "good guy" and who's a "bad guy" when it comes to the Autobots and Decepticons...

like "If The Allspark is forever, Then Cybertron must be a lie."

being like a parody of "If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie."

I think that Shockwave would be taller than Cherri, like I know he is a bit shorter in his demon form but still taller than most...

but I think that he would be a bit more taller than Cherri.

Cherri could be like a "Agent Of Anarchy" and if hypothetically, Shockwave were to go even more wild and cut loose, it could be from Cherri getting him throw those Cherry-Bombs all over the Pentagram of the Pride Ring...

and yeah the tags for this drawing having the whole "opposites attract" has to do with CherriShock, and the whole "nerd boy" has to do with Shockwave and party gal has to do with Cherri.

and I guess Shockwave in this drawing, allowing Cherri to touch him would be a shock to anyone...

Cherri might end up being a bad influence on Bumblebee if those two ever met, like Cherri could become protective of Bumblebee and see him as that annoying little brother who you can't let leave your sight or else they might get into trouble, even if Cherri is all for trouble...cause she tends to get in a lot of it with Angel, but it could be different when Bumblebee is just too naive and innocent for his own good.

so like how Angel & Niffty is like my favorite pair in a "I Fam it" way, because of how Angel is so protective of Niffty, and acts like a helicopter Dad to her.

Husk is more like the tired Dad, and Blitzwing would be like the Fun Dad...I'm pretty sure that Niffty would be shorter than Bumblebee in his Anthropomorphic Bee Demon form.

like picture Bumblebee getting startled by Niffty. XD

Prowl may have been a Bad Boy before he started to train with Yoketron...so imagine Niffty calling Prowl a "Bad Boy" in front of everyone, knowing his dirty secret...

Niffty probably has a "Bad Boy Radar" even if it might be off at times, and those she thought was a bad boy, turns out not to be...much to her disappointment...

anyway, once again this drawing can be seen as both a platonic and romantic ship, which is why I'm using both the tags "platonic ship" and "romantic ship" for this drawing.

I think sometime when I'm able to, I will do another ship drawing of Megatron x Carmilla Carmine, and maybe sometime do another drawing of CherriShock.

yeah I know it is possible that CherriShock and Megamilla wont become a thing in the main stories of Hazformer, and I'm okay with that.

besides I can always OTP ship CherriShock and Megamilla in that story that has to do with Sari Sumdac at the age of 23 being the Main Character...the story is still on hiatus, but at some point I do plan to have Sari become 24 years old in the story that I'm working on over at Quotev, but I'm going to take my time with it...

also in theory, is weird to think if they did make another Season of TFA on TV and not just the fan type way...

would it be possible that Blitzwing would of picked a third alternate mode like a speed boat...?

like he can be a Jet and a Tank, for both the Sky and Land...

so why not a Boat for the Water...?

if he could scan a third mode, he probably wouldn't of figured that out until much later on...so it could be possible that Blitzwing could of been able to turn into not just a Jet and Tank, but also a Boat as well.

anyway back to whole CherriShock drawing...

I guess this could be a bit of a odd couple and crackship.

also even if the drawing itself isn't like "super mature", but I still want to use the "mature audiences only" tag, because of reasons...

and no matter what Toxic-Religious Jerk of Man Thinks, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, is NOT for kids and is for a Mature Audiences...

I think I forgot the name of that Toxic-Religious Jerk, who dared call Hazbin Hotel a "Kids Show" or "Kids Cartoon" whichever it was that I might not 100% remember which, but I know that Toxic-Religious Jerk had peeved me off...

I probably wasn't the only one that jerk had peeved off, but anyway when you have Mature Content it might be important to give the Warning that the content is Mature and 18+ at the very start of a story of a book or like episode of a show, and maybe even in a video game...

because some parents will possibly scapegoat instead of blaming themselves for making sure the little kids don't view something they aren't suppose to until they are the proper age to view it.

it ain't the Mature Content that is the problem, it's the parents and those who are suppose to be watching the little kids and making sure they do NOT view certain Mature Content until they are at the right age to view it...

if I can call out the whole "Antichrist wanting to pull that two wrongs don't make a right" Sugar Honey Ice Tea, then I'm gonna point out that some parents need to stop that messed up scapegoating on mature content, that was NEVER suppose to be for little kids and are for mature audiences from 16 to 18+ and it can depend on the mature content.....it also might be possible that only some parents have some logical sense to not pull that scapegoating sugar honey ice tea. so there is still some hope...

also it's fine that not everyone read that whole post I wrote that had my thoughts about the Antichrist, and how if they go through with that whole messed up stuff they may want to do, it will prove they are no better than the Ancient Christians from the past when that whole dethroning of The Goddess and Divine Feminine Happen...but those who did that mess were only partly successful...

which is why I'm calling what the Antichrist wants to possibly do as "two wrongs that don't make a right"...and well it's fine that not many end up reading that post anyway, even if it does talk a bit of other stuff as well and reading it is optional. and not all Christians are the same, same goes for any other people who are part of different religions, and most of my Ancestors had different type of Religions they were a part of...one of them being Jewish...I still need to think over about if I want to go by "Neo-Christian" or not or just stick with just "Neo-Spiritual"...

anyway that aside, I am interested in seeing that new Transformers One Movie, I can't wait to watch...

is it weird I might feel at times, like I want to glomp Megatron from that Movie...?

although it is possible that in theory, some people who saw how Megatron was in that trailer, have the higher and extreme feelings of wanting to glomp him...

anyway once again, going to have the whole "mature audiences only" tag for this...and well even if those two might not even meet at all in the Hazformers stories by Blitzy-Blitzwing, and that's okay and I can still like the concept of those two being ship as CherriShock.

plus I can try to have CherriShock become a thing in the story that I'm working on where Sari is the Main Character, but at first she wasn't originally going to be the Main Character, a different character was but some ideas started to change slightly, so the original main character had become that type of Faux-Heroine that shows up first before the True-Heroine of the story...and yeah, that was the idea I decided to go with when some ideas started to change a little...

I also want to say that even if I might think that Cherri and Shockwave might never meet, but then again maybe they will...who knows maybe they could end up meeting but not really interact very much.

anyway it's okay that not everyone likes the whole CherriShock ship idea, and it's fine that only a few end up liking the idea of it.

also when I'm able to, I will do another CherriShock drawing...but it might not be right away and might be a while, maybe a few days or so before I start on the next drawing of Cherri & Shockwave...and this is both a Hazformers Fanart, as well as a Crossover Fanart and Ship between two characters who are possibly very opposite from each other...

[lighthearted-pewpews]

purposefully dumb ooc ow hcs my friends and i discussed:

🦊‼️ shimada brothers + kiriko edition

hanzo & genji do like bbq actually. genji prefers honey bbq the most though; contrary to hanzo's favored type. it's not like they constantly argue or anything but it's up to you if they reach an agreement. kiriko's a ranch type of girl fr. for chips? kiriko's sour cream n onion (not self projection).

"oh hey guys so uh haha i got some chips for us!" kiriko pipes up, accidentally walking into a provoking conversation the shimada brothers were discussing (honey bbq vs standard??). they both turn around and look at her; the girl holding an ever-so familiar green bag—sour cream and onion flavoured chips.

hanzo drinks coke and genji has sam's cola as his fave (they're literally like the same i think). kiriko prefers pepsico products because they're sweeter to her (pepsi, dr. pepper, mtn dew). also genji would like lemon lime stuff maybe possibly indefinitely.

also hc that he probably was a soda junkie or something in his youth. over time though he kinda savors it like a "fine wine"; where he'd prefer to not have it by himself. rather, he'd drink it to complement a certain food he's having. this one actually makes sense somehow.

hanzo's a playstation person, genji's xbox, and kiriko's nintendo. basically colour coded fr. apparently also: hanzo's pc, genji's console, and kiriko's mobile. though, my friend INSISTS that genji's a mobile player (he plays mobile fortnite and probs got that samsung galaxy skin).

hanzo plays fortnite also to "practice his aim". genji (un)ironically gets all of the anime collab skins and somehow is goated with pickaxing the poor players early on. kiriko is their supplies manager and carries all of their meds and shields because the brothers are busy collecting all of the cool broken guns.

i'm unsure who'd be super good at building. i feel like they'd purposefully play on no build because "only the most talented players don't rely on building" or something dumb as kiriko instinctively pressed the buttons to build stairs as they get third-partied.

btw kiriko loves driving cars esp the fast sports ones and makes one of them sit on top of oit (since only two players max can get on it). she interrupts battles that other plays are in and has genji and hanzo pick off the surviving ones like little scavengers.

they're so good and can actually get into comp stuff, but they'd rather not since they're "lighthearted" (hanzo's upset he's getting bot lobbies and genji's getting reported for "hacking" whilst kiriko's the string holding the whole team together).

if they played splatoon obvs you can tell hanzo's stringer, genji's splatana and maybe kiriko's something supportive like n-zap whilst still having great frontline potential.

i know a lottt more about 2 than 3 actually. i'd say maybe genji would like things with echolocator even if that's more of a widow thing. i thought of reg. squiffer first but that's my main but i think mainly it's how genji can rush in and w aggressive front/mid-line squiffers you just see them go in and out of the ink, trying to kill you w either trickshots or something dumb (it's ok ily guys). also genji's ranged too as well.

maybe also he might play roller because 1: technically melee (his sword) + in reference to his shurikens, the vertical and horizontal spray of the roller can be in reference to his. or maybe he's ANNOYING and plays carbon roller (deco) with ninja squid. ninja squid.

hanzo plays pure mpu bamboozler and then shits on other players for having pure gear because "it's way more affective to have a mixed, sorted array subs instead of trying to make it all the same"/j

tbh the whole "genji, hanzo and kiriko" stuff is just literally splatoon 3 splatfests honestly. hanzo's vanilla ice cream, genji's chocolate, and kiriko's strawberry. i don't know how to explain it.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

WHY DID THIS TAKE A LONG TIME BUT HERE I AM NOT I WAS GOING TO DO A FIC BUT THAT'S TAKING A WHILE THANKS TO MY CHROMEBOOK BEING WEIRD AND GLITCHY MAYBE OR IS IT TUMBLR BEING GLITCHY WHO KNOWS SO HERE ARE THOSE HEADCANONS I DECIDED TO MAKE YOU OF THIS SUPER RANDOM AU HEADCANON!!

Lol that picture of Vargas, Sam, and Crowly is the best

Mrs Felmier and Vargas were young when they met, and way too stupid. Kind of had a summer break romance type of love in which she wasn't sure is she wanted more while he believed he wanted to marry her

She broke his heart kind of harshly after he made her feel she's special and didn't want to believe, only after he left town did to return home from vacation did she find out she was pregnant.

Marja was open to letting her in after her family kicked her out and her and Marja's son grew to love each other and got married, telling the town the child she gave birth to afterwards is his even though the town had doubts due to her. . . history

My ocs of Epel's siblings Basile and Aicha (I would share their pages but WeHeartIt is dead now and I'm salty) were actually Mr Felmier's twin nephews but were taken in and adopted by them after his sister and her husband died tragically and raised the two as their sons

They decided to only tell Epel and the twins the truth of their origins once they're old enough

Vargas was pretty beat up about his vacation romance and worked hard on his physicals education which helped a lot and slowly led to him today

He hasn't heard a thing about Angelika (Epel's mother) since then

Epel was just having a normal day being a NRC student, getting annoyed by Basile and Aicha's pestering love as they are also a year higher than him, work is normal, and he's doing great in his P.E. class and his Magshift games!

Then the most feared or exciting thing of all came to happen: Parent Day

People were working hard impressing their parents, Crowley arranged the families to have good service in the hotels they'll stay at in town and things were set and good!

Epel was proud to show off his skills to his parents, guiding them toe Vargas to talk about P.E. scores and his skills in club when Vargas and Angelika pause and stare at each other

Epel asked her afterwards and she told him everything, including the possibility that Vargas' his biological father

Epel gets hurt and runs to Pomfiore where he ended up crying into a hug on Vil in which he turned to Rook, "Rook, get the wine glasses someone's hurt."

The three drank (they check if it's legal where Epel's at and were given an okay) and Epel told them everything he was told

Vil was pretty much "Oh damn that's heavier than I thought it'd be"

Epel ended up throwing up on Vil's bed

Epel spend the next day which was parent shadow day avoiding Vargas who at this point sensed something was up after knowing Angelika was his mother

Finally Angelika pulled Epel aside and they talked more and after Epel consented she went to Vargas and explained to him Epel's his son

They both fought hard having Epel still in Vargas' classes and being part of the Magshift Club when Crowley was informed of the news so no one beside the staff and the closest of Epel's friends know of Epel's origins

The aftermath was awkward but soon the two grew a steady relationship and Vargas started to properly get in Epel's life

After a long while Angelika and him talked more and started a pretty calm friendship of split custody

Vargas gets invited to apple picking now

I'd like to think their relationship now is more like Baloo and Mowgli from Jungle Book but if Baloo is actually more responsible and less lazy

In this AU James (Vargas' nephew he took in) and Ash (Trein's step-child) are dating so now Trein is seeing Vargas and Epel more on supposed calm dinners.

Also I still love my headcanon Crewel's Trein's long lost son and I ship him with Crowley and Sam so-

Sorry Trein-

Epel started to call him "Pops" while he still calls Mr Felmier "Pa" or "Dad" but not during classes

Vargas now has two centers of his universe with James and Epel ^w^

Vil feels like he gets a headache when Epel goes "You can't blame me for being rowdy, I have wild genetics!"

Angelika gave him a stern talking afterwards though

In mine and @gay-salt-amber's AU Deuce's mother and Vil's dad started dating and EpelDeuce is a thing so sorry Vil-

MY SISTER GAVE ME THIS AND IM FREAKING OUT!

Ahem

So I made Epel's mum a bit of a "wild child" daughter of a farmer who was forced to marry after getting knocked up

Dad?

. . .

. . .

. . .Vargas being Epel's dad-

Oml I need your hcs on this

[melswifeasf]

Find my way back to you pt 1

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Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Estelle and Sam were each others first love until one day she leaves without a goodbye leaving her behind with only the memories of what they once were. until Tara is attacked by a fucking ghost face.

Warnings: minor description of injury.

word count: 1225

Estelle Garcia had been many things growing up, a cheerleader, the sister of a drug dealer and an addict amongst many more she couldn’t list off the top of her head.

she just never thought she’d be a cop. the twenty three year old had been one for a year now. she was an amateur which she was reminded of everyday, fortunately for her she had connections which helped her see a higher ranking in just one year.

Sheriff Judy Hicks made sure the girl saw properly taken care of which resulted in her making a lot of enemies in her line of duty. not that she cared, anyone else would’ve done the same if they were in her position.

the raven haired girl sighed as she drove around Woodsboro aimlessly. she was on patrol duty which although was considered the most dangerous, it was also extremely boring. most of the crime seemed to always happen across town from where she is which always annoyed her to no end. she spent most of her nights handing out tickets to reckless drivers or to teenagers who thought speeding at eighty miles an hour in a forty would be deemed safe.

the girl sighed as she took a sip out of her redbull and listened to the muffled dispatch beside her, hoping there would be reinforcements needed near her.

the patrol car came to a stop as the red light shined above her illuminating the bottom half of her face the bright red color. most of the streets were empty, it was a school night so most of the partying was put off until the weekend. just as she thought her night would consist of her driving around aimlessly for the whole night her phone rang. her eyebrows furrowed as she reached for her phone and pulled the patrol car to the side of the road, never one for reckless driving.

the small screen reflected on her tan skin as she looked at the text message on her phone.

Tara:

SOS

Estelle felt her heart rate pick up for a second as she shot the girl back a couple of question marks, confused on why the girl would be sending her a message so late at night and when she’s on duty. three bubbles popped up on the chat before they disappeared. the raven haired girl let out a small breath as she began to type again when a loud alert popped up causing her to flinch.

emergency call from Tara Carpenter

without a second thought Estelle turned on her sirens and stomped on the gas. she was only five minutes away thankfully, having been assigned to the nicer side of town by Judy’s orders. she always thought it was because the woman knew it was the safer side of town which meant less danger for the young girl. she wasn’t very appreciative of that, the whole point of her job was to be around danger twenty-four-seven so it was quite stupid that the women tried to protect her from it.

the girls grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles turning white, the patrol car going fast enough it shook the cars around her as they pulled to the side to let it through. in minutes - she wasn’t quite sure how many, not able to focus on anything but her rapidly beating heart and the road in front of her. she had already called in backup but they were all more than five minutes away.

the tires screeched to a halt as the young girl quickly opened the door and got out of the car, not even caring to turn the ignition off.

Estelle pulled her gun out of her holster and ran to the front door when she heard a loud scream.

Tara.

the house looked as it did every other day, no cars parked in the driveway or on the street but Tara had called SOS which she knew was only for emergency’s and there was something in there causing the girl to scream.

Estelle quickly reached for the doorknob but it wouldn’t turn which meant it was locked. she cursed silently before she took a step back.

“Tara!” she yelled loudly but the only response she got was an ever louder scream.

Estelle didn’t think twice before lifting her leg and bringing it down onto the door. it shook for a second but it didnt buge. three kicks later she knew the lock she had set up wouldn’t be breaking, she was counting on that when she put it on.

her heart was pounding against her chest as she turned around and grabbed the nearest rock to her and rushed over to the small windows beside the door. Estelle threw it to the smallest one, the glass shattering on impact. It broke apart with a loud bang and fell to the floor. she avoided the small pieces of glass stuck to the window as she put her hand through an unlocked the door from the inside.

Estelle threw the door open, “Tara!” she called ourtpointing her gun up. she took slow steps at first, her boots causing the glass to crush under her. she turned her body quickly to the first room which was the living area, her eyes scanned it in a singular second before she heard yet another scream.

the kitchen.

she ran toward it expecting to see a man or woman with a gun or some kind of weapon about to attack Tara, maybe expecting the house to be empty but they were instead met with a teen girl and were trying to harm her for fucking up their plan.

but that wasn’t it at all. the color drained from her face as her eyes trailed over a person wearing a Ghostface costume hovering over Tara with a knife in their hand.

her reflexes sprung into action as she began to unload her gun, the bullet hitting the top left side of their back, a groan leaving their lips. Ghost face turned quickly, obviously surprised anyone else would be in the house before they bolted out of the house, gun shots echoing as Estelle emptied out of the clip but missing each one.

she moved her body in an effort to run after them but hey eyes glanced down to see Tara’s body causing her to put her gun away quickly and drop to her knees. she could hear the echo of sirens meaning there was back up and they could go after Ghostface themself.

she couldn’t leave Tara alone.

Tara was unconscious with piles of red liquid surrounding her body. her bright clothes were soaked with blood, and the way small drops of it rolled down the sides of her lips made Estelle’s heart drop.

she saw there was a huge gash on the girls stomach causing her instincts to kick in. she reached for the injury and applied pressure with one hand as the other reached for her neck where she found a quiet pulse. it was soft but it was there meaning she was still there.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you” Estelle whispered as she heard loud footsteps coming in with the shout of her name. she didn’t say anything as the paramedics began to do their job, simply watched from afar.

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 3) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: This took me a couple of tries tbh. It was annoying.

Summary: You give a shoutout to Lovejoy and your best friend finding out about your secret crush.

Pairing(s): OC x gender neutral!reader, OC x actor!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): besties teasing you but hey we’ve all been there before am i right?

italics: tweets or texts

my masterlist :))

~~

Somewhere over in England, Wilbur’s day was going okay. Nothing amazing happened, but nothing terrible happened either. Until his phone vibrates rapidly. He frowned, wondering who could be assaulting his notifications like this.

wil check your Instagram right now

fuckin y/n l/n listens to our band

If he was drinking right now, Wilbur was sure he would spit out and made a mess on his desk. Thankfully, he wasn’t drinking anything but it feels like he’s choking on air. He sent a quick reply to Joe before hurriedly opening his Instagram. Usually, he wouldn’t be flooded with so many notifications on normal days, but this wasn’t a normal day. It took him awhile to find your username in the sea of many excited fans commenting on the fact that you, a famous actor and his celebrity crush, seems to be listening to his band. A few more cursed words leave his lips before he finally finds you and his eyes lights up.

been listening to this guys on repeat @lovejoyonline @wilbursoot you guys should too

The 15 seconds Instagram story where you put one of the band’s song in it seems to leave Wilbur in some sort starstruck state. He had to watch it a couple of times and clicks your username—which leads to your actual verified account—to make sure it was real and not edited. You actually know he exist, Wilbur thought. But, with that realization comes another one that almost scares him. His viewers had been clipping footage of him gushing about you from his streams and posting them almost everywhere. He didn’t think too much of it before since there was no way you were going to see it but now he wondered if that’s how you come to found out about him and his band.

“Oh, fuck me.”

~~

holy shit y/n l/n listens to my band @tommyinnit suck it man 😤

“Okay, you have been smiling since we left set. What’s going on?”

You looked up from your phone, a questioning glance from your friend, Sam, who was sitting across from you. You’d like to think that you were being secretive about it, hiding your lips behind your fingers or turning away from your friend’s line of sight when you felt like smiling again, but in truth, you sucked at hiding it.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head, but a smile was still apparent.

Sam only raised his eyebrow.

“What? It is. It’s nothing. Just something funny I saw online.”

“Right, sure, and I’m straight.” He scoffed. “Come on, I know that smile of yours. It’s a smile that you do whenever someone you like makes a joke or say something funny.”

“I do not have that kind of smile,” you insisted.

“Sure, whatever you say. So,” Sam leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips. “Who is it? A guy, a girl, a person?”

You huffed. “You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Nope. And you know, I’m just gonna find it on my own later if you don’t want to tell me.”

“I hate you.”

“love you too.”

You could try to be mad at your best friend all you want but it was hard to resist his charming smile. He was one of your first and genuine friend in the industry and has been there for you throughout the hardships of your career. To the eyes of the public, Sam was the flirty troublemaker but to you, he was the most caring person ever.

With a dramatic sigh, which Sam snorted at, you opened your phone, moving from one social media app to another. You typed in Wilbur’s username, tapped the very first result, before handing the phone to Sam’s eager hands. He sat straighter in his seat, eyes moving up and down before finally settling on a picture that he thought was sufficient.

Sam whistled. “He’s tall, good looking, and is in a band. If you’re not gonna go after him, I probably would.”

“Hey! I like him first.” You glared at him.

“Just kidding. Don’t worry. But, what were you smiling at earlier?” He asked, giving back your phone.

Silence.

“I won’t tease you.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Okay, I’d tease you just a little.”

You groaned like a little kid, sliding on your chair. “I was smiling at his tweet, okay? Happy? I saw his tweet where he was talking about me and I smiled at it since he posted it.”

A moment of silence passed before you heard an aww coming from the person in front of you. A few people turned around at the sound of Sam making baby noises, going on and on about how adorable and sweet you were when you’re having a crush and how whipped you are for Wilbur. You buried your face in your hands, a desperate attempt at hiding yourself from people and avoiding embarrassment. You knew this was gonna happen if you told Sam about your crush but you didn’t expect it would happen in a public space where people might take pictures of the two of you.

One last laugh left his lips before he finally stops. “Okay, I’m done. I’m sorry.”

You removed your hands from your face. “I despise you.”

He smiled. “So, what’s next?”

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t just stare at his pictures and tweets and not do anything about it.”

“Okay, one, I don’t stare at his pictures and two—” suddenly, your mood decreased. “—I haven’t thought about that.”

“You should if you want this to go somewhere,”

Sam said, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe you could start by replying his tweet.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “Yup, just start small. A ‘hi’, perhaps.”

~~

When you got back to your trailer after lunch with Sam, his words still rang inside your head. You sat in your seat, legs crisscrossed, hands playing with the phone on your lap. It felt like the other day again, when you were contemplating about posting or not. It shouldn’t make you feel this hesitant since you’ve already done it but it did.

“What do I have to lose anyway?” You said, to yourself before unlocking your phone. Fingers moving across the keyboard, typing something that you hoped won’t embarrassed you in the future before finally, hitting the send button.

[barkspawn]

1. They don't smile/laugh often, but when they finally do, you feel your heart skip a beat

This prompt with Sebastian? Also, I love the idea of them visiting Zuzu City together, if that would fit. I love your writing so much! Thank you for entertaining all of us with your wonderful skills~ you’re the best!

I thought I'd struggle with this but I LOVED it <3

and you flatter me, seriously. I appreciate you though!

Amelia pulled her cardigan a little tighter around her, not having expected the chill to be quite so intense. She turned the corner toward the bus, eyes falling on the only figure there so far. Sebastian stood against a tree, exhaling a breath of smoke from his half-spent cigarette. He always typically wore the same outfit combination: black or grey jeans (that hugged in places Amelia thought quite nice, but would never admit), his old chucks, and a hoodie so well loved that it was hard to tell if it was originally black or a dark violet hue. The cuffs at the ends of the sleeves had started to fray, giving him another thing to distract himself with when not quite invested in a conversation. 

His hair seemed a little shorter, not quite as dramatically covering his face. He ran his fingers back through the long side of his hair, clearly annoyed with the new length. Amelia got a good view of his face for a moment, taking a mental note that he was genuinely attractive (not that she'd ever actually do anything about the thought).

They'd really only hung out a few times at the saloon or by the river with Sam. Otherwise, he was pretty secluded. 

He finished his cigarette as she approached, giving a small wave. Abby and Sam must have been running behind. 

As if on cue, both of their phones dinged at the same time. She fished her phone out, reading over the message from Sam in the group chat:

Sam 8:43 am: Don't hate me. Mom's making me watch Vince today since she's sick. :(

Amelia frowned, her phone dinging once more as she started to type out a reply. 

Abigail 8:44 am: dude I feel like shit. Let's all go next week, k?

Amelia responded in affirmation, though decided to go today as well. She paid for her ticket, so she was going to use it. 

"Let me guess," Sebastian spoke up, snapping her out of her thoughts, "one or both of them bailed."

She slipped her phone into her pocket, frowning, "I'm guessing this happens a lot, huh?"

He looked at her as if that much was obvious. She looked down at her shoes, "I'm still going to go. There are a few places I miss and I really want to wander. Did you still want to come?"

His eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his chest, "yeah, I didn't wake up this early for a stroll."

She laughed and gave a small nod, "you're welcome to come with me if you want to hang out."

It felt like a silly thing to say. The implication that they weren't going to hang out rang back through her head. He seemed to ponder for a minute though. 

"Sure. I don't know any good places and you lived here recently," he shrugged,  glancing as he watched Pam turn into the bus stop and head toward her station. 

The two provided their tickets and were off to the city. Amelia was a bit more nervous than she was previously. 

Amelia loved hanging out with the three of them. She and Abigail became close quickly, acting as each other's girl best friend in the most stereotypical way. Sam, on the other hand, had become close to Amelia as well. It was known that he had a bit of a crush on her, always following her around like a puppy whenever she did anything. It didn't help that he was an affectionate friend, constantly hugging or leaning on whoever he was with. Most often when they all hung out, he'd be on her. 

Sebastian was different. She never saw him laugh or genuinely let himself smile. Every time he seemed to find something funny, it was always a restrained smile, like he would get in trouble if he did. 

She sat in the row across from him, sneaking peeks at him every so often over her tablet. She often liked to do sketches of her surroundings. Sometimes, she'd sketch her friends doing silly things or when they'd be laughing. She liked to think she was pretty good and only getting better. 

She was sketching Sebastian now, his headphones in, one leg up on the seat as he moved his fingers along to the music. His head lay back against the seat, his hood pulled over his head. She smiled to herself, the hood failing to cover most of his head, ruffling his hair in different ways. He seemed so calm and collected. 

She watched his fingers curiously for a moment. They were long and slender, but they weren't tapping along to a drum beat.. they seemed to be playing the piano. She shook her head, feeling dumb for overanalyzing something so silly. 

Still, once she finished the sketch of him, she focused on his hand. He had a dark ring on his thumb and a second on his pointer finger. She had seen him tap them together every so often. She was most interested in the small symbol he had tattooed on the soft spot beside his thumb. It seemed so familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. 

She loved tattoos. She had twelve of her own, including one in the same space as his. An old symbol from a video game on one hand with a simple d20 on the other. 

As she was adding some shading to his hoodie, the bus came to a halt. 

"We're here. Be back by ten if you're not stayin'," Pam called, pointing at Amelia, "you got my number, kid. Call if you're late coming back."

Amelia chuckled, "sure."

Sebastian pulled his headphones out, arching his eyebrow, "everyone in town seems to love you, huh?" 

For some odd reason, that made her blush. She gave him a small shrug and headed off the bus with him in tow. 

"I guess not many people dislike me.." she sighed, "but I was a bit of a kiss-ass when I moved in."

Seb smiled his restrained smile before pulling out a cigarette, "Alright, Ames," he lit the cigarette, "show me what I have to look forward to in Zuzu."

She smiled up at him before heading in the direction of her favorite café. They made it through most of the day without an issue. Around 3 pm, she gasped, reaching over to touch his arm in excitement before pulling her hand away, "sorry! I just.. that store over there," she pointed to a store not too different from a comic book store as Sebastian, confused by the outburst, followed her gesture, "I went there all of the time! They sell all kinds of stuff for TTRPGs and minis and-" she stopped, looking up at him in horror, "oh Yoba, I've revealed my nerd side."

Sebastian looked like he got shocking news and then was told a hilarious joke. His smile was a little wider this time, though still held back. The small smile lit up his face, making her somehow feel lighter for a moment. He was actually pretty cute..

She snapped out of it, going to speak. But he finally responded, "Sam and I play Solarian Chronicles every weekend. Sometimes more," his small smile turned into a smirk, sending a strange pang of electricity through her. He held out his hand for a moment. She was confused until she noticed the d20 tattooed on his hand as well.

She laughed out loud, her eyebrows arching, "dude, a Nat 1? Why?"

His expression turned proud, "dunno, just seemed like the roll I got. Not to mention chaos usually ensues with nat 1s."

She laughed before holding her own hand out, the d20 nat 20 there in front of him. He seemed like he was a mix of confused and shocked, "how… no fucking way."

"Right? How haven't I noticed?" She beamed up at him, wondering if the pink in his cheeks was from the cold or the similar tattoos, "hey, wanna check it out? I'll buy you a set of dice."

They started to cross the street as he spoke, "yes to checking it out, but you don't have to buy me anything."

She turned, flashing him a smile, "as thanks for hanging out today despite my weird, random ass tour," she thought for a second, "or would you like a mini?"

"Ames…"

"Keep it up and I'll get you multiples of both."

He rolled his eyes and resigned, opening the door for her. She smiled and stepped in, thanking him quietly. 

"Well, if it isn't Anelai of Thedas!"

She shot Sebastian a look, " not a word," she mumbled, the look on his face showing a genuine struggle not to mess with her. 

"Grenar! It's been so long," she called back, cheeks no doubt red as hell. 

"You've brought a friend, I see. Could he be the reason you left us in such a hurry?"

Oh, no. 

"Oh, no, Gren. This is-"

Sebastian rest a hand on her shoulder, "you can call me Serran," he glanced down at Amelia who seemed shell shocked, "a pleasure to meet you."

The man laughed loudly, the sound feeling a little like home to Amelia. Blushing, Amelia made her way to the dice wall, staring blankly at it for a long moment before Sebastian spoke, making her jump. 

"This is.. an impressive amount of dice," he kept his voice low, just between them. Noticing her jump, he furrowed his brow, "I wasn't trying to be weird back there.. I'm sorry."

She turned to look up at him, shaking her head, "no, no! That was awesome. The name is awesome, by the way. I just.. he threw me off, I guess," her voice grew small. 

"You can talk to me later if you want, no pressure," he paused, smirking, " Anelai."

She huffed and started looking through the dice picking out one set made from obsidian. She looked over at Sebastian, who seemed to be focused on one bag while in deep thought. Snapping out of it, he stepped away, turning to go look at the minis. 

Amelia stepped forward, following where his gaze had led. There was a set of dice carved from frozen tears. They were stunning and had a small glow to them. She picked them up, the packaging feeling oddly cold to the touch. Without so much as looking at the price, she tucked it away under her own so he wouldn't see. 

They spent almost an hour in the store, perusing books, minis, and everything they could possibly need to play. Sebastian bought a dice tower, refusing to let Amelia pay for it. Gren had winked at her before pulling a matching dice tray for it. The best part is it all went well together with the dice as well. Seb stepped outside to smoke, Green whistling as she set the dice on the counter. 

"Oh, you can't tell me you don't like this boy, Anelai," he rang everything up, typing into the register as he went. He saw her start to protest before holding up the dice that he was placing in an intricate wooden box, "you don't buy guys you're simply friends with dice for 200g. And a dice tray on top of it."

"Oh… well, I do. His birthday passed recently and now it's Winter Star. It's a good present."

"Alright, alright," he handed her the drawstring pouch that came with large purchases, "why did you run off anyway?"

Amelia just stared at him, not sure how to answer. She doesn't tell anyone. 

Sebastian had just come in and approached the counter beside her, sensing the tension. 

"Hey, we should grab food. I'm starving,” the smile he offered the man behind the counter would seem kind-hearted or professional, but in reality, Amelia could tell it was forced. It looked wrong with his features. She gathered her bag and muttered her goodbyes before heading toward the door. 

She couldn't really tell him why she left in fear of her old friends reaching out to her, thus making it easier for her ex to find her. 

“Thanks for that. Got a little blindsided,” she smiled up at him apologetically. It was obvious that he was fairly deep in thought. 

She directed him to the next block before they turned into a small, mildly crowded coffee shop. She swore to him that their sandwiches and coffee were to die for, but he honestly didn't care what it was. He was starving. They both went to sit at a table by the window, nursing their coffees and dinner. 

“So, where else were you wanting to go before we go back?” she hummed, hand over her mouth before she grabbed a napkin to wipe any crumbs away. 

“I don't know, honestly,” he turned, staring out of the window for a long moment before turning back to his plate, “I heard there's a Tiny Middle somewhere on this end of the city, are we close?” 

She smiled, nodding as she placed her now empty coffee cup down, “totally. It’s only like two blocks away.”

He paused for a long moment, studying her face before speaking up, “you know it really well. I’m guessing you lived here for a long time.”

She nodded, a half-hearted smile spread over her lips, which quickly faded as he asked his question. 

“Why would you leave here for Pelican Town?” He hesitated for a long moment, watching as her face slid through emotions like a presentation. He frowned, nudging her foot with his, “you don’t have to answer if it’s hard to talk about it. I completely understand.”

She looked over his face, noting the sincerity and genuine kindness.

“No one in town knows, so don’t choose now to go all gossip column on me,”

He laughed aloud then, the sound sending tiny shockwaves through her whole being. She ignored them the best she could as she spoke, toying with a small paper napkin. 

“I was dating this guy who was.. well one of the men who owns Joja.”

Both his eyebrows shot up in surprise before she gave a small nod, “he was sweet, I guess. But he started to get super into work and would get furious every so often and…”

Before she could continue, he shook his head and downed the rest of his coffee. 

“Hey, let’s get going to Tiny Middle, yeah?”

She stared up at him, confused for a moment before it clicked. He was protecting her from having to relive it. He was changing the subject on purpose for sake. As she stood, he grabbed their trash to toss on the way out, not looking up, “and I’m sorry it even happened.” 

He stepped past her, the tone of his voice having sounded genuinely apologetic, though there was venom behind his words, though she suspected it wasn’t directed toward her. 

Together they made their way to the electronics store, Sebastian walking in slowly as they arrived. He was in awe, his eyes lighting up as the corners of his lips curled into a smile. The jolts from before littered her abdomen, her cheeks dusted red at the fact. 

“I know you code, but you like building PCs and everything too?”

He turned, looking at her briefly before walking toward the monitor section. 

“A bit, yeah,” he started, “I’ve never built one from case to complete, but I’d love to someday.”

Without a second thought she smiled brightly, “you could build me one,” when he looked at her with confusion, she laughed quietly, “my dinky little laptop can hardly play solitaire.”

He smiled to himself as if he was sharing a private joke with himself. 

They spent the rest of their evening shopping through parts around the store as he explained each one to the best of his ability.

They got to an area where even Sebastian was clueless, though he used it to his advantage, teasing her, “oh that's a slippery whippet.”

She nodded for a moment, confused as to what the hell it actually was before she looked up at him, a smirk playing at her lips. She huffed and gave him a gentle shove, “oh, you jerk. Taking advantage of my cluelessness.”

Sebastian actually laughed at that, the sound nearly causing her to gasp. It was a beautiful sound, making her heart beat in double time.

Still, she rolled her eyes. She couldn't just say that she loved the sound of his laugh without being a huge creep. 

They went on like this until they needed to run back to the bus, Amelia laughing as they got there, a genuine smile on his lips as they both caught their breath. She cursed herself for blushing. It made no sense. 

She climbed on the but and exhaled as she took her seat once more. Sebastian hesitated at their row before sitting in the one beside her. 

A light rush of butterflies hit her then as she smiled over at him. He set his bags in the seat across the aisle, “is this okay? Or do you want to be left alone?”

She bumped his leg with hers, offering a reassuring smile, “of course it’s okay,” she hummed before she sat up straighter, excited, “oh! I got you something!”

He frowned as he watched her dig out the faux velvet drawstring bag before holding the whole thing to her chest, “okay, close your eyes.”

Sebastian did, though obviously very nervous. She put the dice tray in his hands, admiring his face for a moment before snapping out of it, “okay, open them!”

He did, looking closely at the tray, running his fingers over the delicate leather, “I didn’t even see this.. it matches my tower…” his voice was soft. After a moment he looked over at her, “it’s really awesome, and thank you,  but you really didn’t need to get anything for me. 

She smiled brightly at him, catching him off-guard, “there are a lot of things I don’t have to do. I wanted to get you that. And…” she pulled the intricate box from the bag and offered it, “this.”

He furrowed his brows and hesitantly took it, running his fingers over the wood of the box as he had the tray, “it holds a set of dice, right?”

“It does, indeed. Open it!” She urged, excited to see his reaction. 

He complied, opening the box. The soft glow of the dice reflected on his face as the lights from the bus faded. He froze, just staring at them for what felt like a year. After a moment, she reached over to gently touch his arm. 

“Seb, if you don’t like them…” 

His gaze snapped to her, eyes wide as he cut her off, “No! It’s just…” he paused, touching the cool surface of one of the d20, “these are my favorite.. how did you know?”

She pulled her hand back, offering a genuine smile, “I saw you looking at them. And before you yell at me, I know the cost and I don’t care. Everyone deserves a good pair of dice.”

He smiled at her then, small and full of thanks. It nearly took her breath away to see, not an ounce of the suppressed smile or sadness behind his eyes. Just him. And he was smiling at her.

“I don’t even know what to say, Ames.”

She smiled in return, trying and failing to regain control of her racing heart, “invite me to play sometime and we’ll call it even.”

He laughed quietly, the sparks inside of her reigniting with new energy. 

Oh, I’m in HUGE trouble…

He told her about why he liked the frozen tear so much and where his campaign lies at the moment. She hung on to every word, the fact that he was so talkative blowing her mind. She found herself disappointed as the bus came to a stop. 

They took their time gathering their things and heading off the bus. He offered to walk her back, wanting to take the mountain path home anyway. 

She couldn’t have declined if she wanted to. 

“We meet again next week on Tuesday,” he added as they approached her front porch, “you really should come.”

She smiled and nodded, “I wouldn’t miss it, Serran ,” she teased, bringing back that incredible smirk of his. 

“Good. There’s always a place at our table for Anelai of Thedas.” 

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks as he turned to head out. 

“Hey, Seb?” She called after him, who turned immediately, brows raised in response, “I meant to ask. Was the city everything you thought it’d be?”

He seemed to contemplate for a moment, biting his lower lip and looking south for a second in thought. 

“Yeah, it’s cool, I guess,” he turned, smiling at her one last time for the night, “although I’m starting to think Pelican Town might be worth staying in.”

With that, he turned and started walking toward the path. Her mouth hung open in shock. 

There’s no way he meant…

“Why is that?” She called after him, his laugh echoing in response. 

“G’night, Ames.”

[blonde-in-charge]

Wildcard, Chapter 3 (Steve)

Summary: Steve Rodgers found you on the side of the road after a mission involving Hydra and convinced the Avengers to take you in. You have no name, no memories, and no idea of what you are capable of. All you know is that you are a super soldier with more hidden abilities than you care to admit. The first step to finding answers was to train you. Nobody, including you, knows what is up your sleeve.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson

Warnings: Mentions of blood/violence, Trauma, nightmares, 

Words: 2.5k

A/N: hello friends! i have returned! I am a bit rusty but please enjoy this long awaited continuation of Wildcard.

The table underneath you was frozen from the amount of stress you had been under. They just kept injecting things into you, hoping to get some kind of reaction from your body. You had stopped feeling the pain of the needle and experiments weeks ago, which just made everything worse for you in the long run. They were getting annoyed with the fact you had stopped reacting to whatever painful serum they had injected you with that day and it resulted in beating to get a reaction from you. You stared up at the cracked ceiling of your concrete room and counted each crack for the millionth time. You kept yourself company in your mind, getting lost in your thoughts to pass the time until your next beating. You shivered at the cold beneath you, the last serum made ice bleed from every one of your pores. You heard the shrill sound of the old iron door open from the side of the room, you didnt turn your head to see whoever came in anymore, they were all the same type of evil. 

“Your wounds have healed very quickly, you are replicating the progress of our last soldier.” said the thick voice. You hated to think someone else had gone through this hell before you had. You wondered if they escaped or died before they moved onto you. 

You felt a burn in the back of your throat, “What’s on the menu today doc? Electro-therapy? Waterboarding? New superhuman power that causes injury to one of your minions?” The one fond memory in your head of this place, being your body set itself on fire as well as one of the more hostile minions of Hydra. You smirked fondly at the memory as the hydra doctor worked his way around you observing the healing process. Every wound that opened on your body disappeared within a couple of hours, which is apparently what they wanted. 

“Nothing on the menu today, we are going to start to prepare you for the memory wipe.” Was all the man said and you felt your heart jump into your throat as the man chuckled, “You will do great things for us, American Girl.” You started pulling at your restraints for the first time in weeks, trying to fight your way off of the table once again. The man gave you a sickening chuckle while watching you struggle and you glared at him. He reached up to run a dirty hand slowly up your leg, “Such a pretty girl, such a shame you must-” He ended his sentence abruptly as you lit your body on fire, burning the man’s flesh. You grinned at him as your body started to fizzle out. He held his burnt hand to his body and looked at you with rage, “You stupid slut.” 

You continued to grin as he left the room, feeling somewhat accomplished. Your smile slowly faded as you thought back on the memories they would take from you. Y/N Y/L/N, you were a successful accountant in one of the most successful banks in Manhattan. You lived alone, your mom became an alcoholic after his death and ultimately drank herself to death. Your job would have already replaced you by now, and people would have stopped looking for you. You stopped fighting for an escape because you knew you had nothing to go back to.

-

You felt as if you were set on fire, every part of your body was burning up. Your skin felt like lava and your hair was stuck to your sweat drenched forehead as you heaved air into your lungs.

No, no, no, no. Not again please.

The sound of your name sounded disant, as if someone was whispering it from another room all before the voice suddenly got louder. 

“Y/N,” Your eyes snapped open and you instinctively started fighting whoever was holding you down.

“Y/N! Y/N Stop! Stop it, it’s me!” The lights suddenly flicked on to revel the disheveled super soldier in front of you. 

Your entire body relaxed as your eyes scanned the familiar room. Running your hands over your face into your hair you sighed, “I’m sorry, I just-” You stared at your friend unable to explain everything going through your head, “I think I was just having a nightmare.” 

He looked at you with sympathetic eyes before he walked slowly back over to the bed. He remained silent as he sat back against the pillows next to you and then nudged you with his arm, “Good morning.” He said quietly. You let out a small chuckle, Steve knew you so well he has learned if you wanted to talk about it you would, he never asked for more information then what you gave him when it came to the nightmares. You looked at the nightstand staring at the big angry red letters that read, 4:15am. Groaning and throwing the blankets back you stood, before you decided to walk you stretched your arms over your head and held the blissful position before heading for Steve's bathroom door. 

 Y/N Y/L/N

You stopped in the doorway before turning back to Steve, “Did the team ever figure out my last name or who I am at all?” 

“Not that I’m aware of, Stark created a couple of programs to try and figure out your identity but no luck yet,” The blond responded with a eyebrow quirked at you, “Why?”

“I think I figured it out.” Steve’s eyes grew large as he stood up from the bed. You’ve slept in the same bed as Steve before but he was always up before you and you were always asleep before him so you never got time to admire the soldier, until now. You realized Steve only slept in a pair of boxer briefs and you only slept in Steve's tee shirt and panties. Unable to stop your eyes they traveled down the length of his beautiful body before you stopped and mentally scolded yourself. Steve was your best friend, the only thing keeping you here and sane. Shaking the thoughts from your head before they even got there and spinning on your heel to face the bathroom, “I’ll get dressed and meet you in the conference room, yeah?”

You closed the door before Steve could even respond and started on your morning routine.

-

You sat at the table along with Steve and Sam. You were staring off at a wall while shoveling cereal into your mouth. You had only been at the tower for about two weeks now and had a good routine with the two men in front of you. You still didn’t have a name. You have been going by kid, kiddo, chick, and rescue. You have been searching your brain for a hint of what your name would be. You tried making up names but none of them suited you the way you wanted it to. You listened to the two men bicker over different work out strategies. You stared off at the wall and thought about how you planned on changing your hair color to maybe platinum blonde. You reached out to grab your glass off the table and grunted when it wouldn’t budge. You looked up at the two men staring at you with wide eyes before following their gaze to your hand. The liquid in the glass was frozen solid and the glass stuck to the table in a block. You removed your hand and looked at your palm, which was tinted blue, “Well that’s new.” 

Sam tapped on your frozen glass, “Holy shit, Elsa.” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your hands together trying to maintain heat.

Steve watched you, “Has this ever happened before?”

You shook your head and reached out to grab your glass again. Your strength became too much and the frozen glass shattered in your hand. You remained still as Sam hopped up from the table. 

“Jesus fucking christ, kid.” Sam started picking up the larger pieces of glass

“Language.” Steve went into the other room to retrieve a handheld vacuum 

You looked down at your hand and saw little cuts leaking blood in the palm, today just wasn’t your day. You stood up from the table and walked over to the sink, running your hand under the water. You were getting really sick of this superpower thing. You have broken so many things so far due to the super strength you can’t control. You sighed as you watched the small cuts on your hand knit themselves back together, you would never get used to that. On the brightside, it didn’t hurt. You have not felt the pain of anything you have broken or ran into, the only pain you ever felt was the headache that never went away. You dried your hand off and ran your fingers through your hair.

“Sorry guys… Still getting used to,” You held up your hands, “this.” 

Steve smiled knowingly, “It’s okay, kid. I remember when I received my serum, it took a minute to adjust.”  

You gave him a small smile, “Why do you guys keep calling me kid?”

Sam and Steve looked at each other. Sam was the one who spoke first, “You don’t really have a name right now.”

“Oh it’s Y/N.” You shrugged at the guys and returned to your seat at the table as they stared at you. 

“Did that just come to you?” Steve asked while looking at your seated figure, “It kind of suits you.”

“I think it’s my name? It just came to me at the sink and its the only name that doesnt make me want to kill myself.” You smiled as the two men started chuckling at you. 

“I think I will stick to ridiculous nicknames if you don’t mind.” Sam said, smiling at you and ruffling your hair. 

-

As you walked to the conference room, your real name itched in every crevice of your mind, a name with no meaning to you other than just being another name. You passed the glass walls of the room before stepping in with the rest of your teammates, who were all looking at you expectantly. Tony was sitting at the end of the table, holographic keyboard ready to type the words about to come from your mouth. You could tell everyone was waiting on you so you walked over to your usual seat next to Steve, who immediately put a comforting hand on your knee and squeezed. 

“Alright! Good morning team!” Tony said enthusiastically, “Before we start today, We need to talk about last night and everything that happened. Firstly-” Tony pulled up a holographic screen playing the night camera footage of the assault last night, “-as you can see, a member of your team has been attacked and usually they don't stop after the first try.” Your eyes were glued on the footage of you throwing the man into the wall, “So until we can get the towers security and defences back up we will be sending Little miss firecracker to a safehouse.” 

You groaned and threw your head back dramatically and Tony rolled his eyes at you, “Look, I get it suck, but Capsicle and I decided it would be best if he went with you.” You pulled your head back up and gave a small smile to Steve, silently thanking him, “Alright and next on the agenda, I have been informed we may have a lead on this whole identity crisis!” Tony rubbed his hands together pulling up the missing persons data base, preparing himself.

You sat up in your chair with your eyes trained on the screen as you spoke, “Search up Y/N Y/L/N” 

Tony wasted no time typing your name into the database to pull up a missing persons profile. A photo was pulled up onto the hologram screen and you silently stared at it. It was you, well at least a version of you. You looked so young, your face was effortlessly smooth with a light layer of makeup, and your mouth was pulled in an easy grin. Your hair was pulled back in a sleek low ponytail and you were wearing a white collared shirt with a blazer layered over it. You started into your eyes on the projection, it felt like looking at someone else. 

“You were an accountant? That’s boring.” Sam started while eyeing the photo of you

Tony scanned the photo and then started typing something into the projection. An article pulled up next to the photo, “Y/N Y/L/N, missing for two years, stopped coming into work and her apartment was empty… blah blah blah.” 

“Wait, wait, wait” You said staring at the screen, the date the report was filed was a month after you were actually taken, “Where ever the hell I worked reported me missing? Not any fucking family members or friends? Nobody noticed?” At the last statement your voice got quieter as you remembered the contents of your dream. 

“Look kid, I’m sure that's not true,” Tony started to say, “But right now, kid, we need to figure out why they took you and why they want you back so much,” You sunk back down in your chair, wishing you could just disappear. 

You felt Steve moving in his chair to lean towards you, “Do you want to go start packing for the safe house?” He asked quietly, his eyes shining with concern. You nodded silently and followed him out of the room towards your own. You had forgotten that the night before your room had been ransacked as you entered it. It appears one of the other members of your team had tried tidying up a bit, which you silently thanked them for as you searched for your emergency duffle. Steve had made his way next door to his room so you decided to let him pack and head back to the conference room to see if they found out any more information about your disappearance.

You walked towards the conference room and overheard Tony saying something in a hushed voice. Fortunately, you had enhanced hearing and were nosey enough to stop in your tracks and listen. 

“I mean it makes sense,” said Tony quietly, “She was an orphan growing up, in and out of foster care, no friends, didn't make any connections at work, she was the easiest target for Hydra because she wouldn't be… missed.” You can hear the hesitation before he said the last word. You remained frozen in place becoming discovered when Tony walked out and rounded the corner to go grab his second tablet. He smiled when he first saw you then once his eyes scanned your face, he knew you had overheard. 

“Look, kid-” You held your hand up to stop him in his sentence.

“You weren't wrong, Tony. You were just stating the facts.” His eyes looked apologetic as he gave you a small nod and decided to return back to the conference room. You sighed softly and changed your direction towards the elevators. Maybe it would be nice to have a break from the tower. 

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