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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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Ms. Bodyguard - The knife

Summary: Jensen is used to be the hero on his show. He’s not a coward, not at all - but when he gets attacked by an unknown man the studio insists on a full-time bodyguard. Specialist in protecting people while living with them - you agree to protect Jensen, but he doesn’t like the fact a ‘small’ girl shall protect him. Will you be able to protect the unwilling actor?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Bodyguard!Reader

Characters: Clif Kosterman, Jared Padalecki

Warnings: angst, mentions of stalking/mental health problems (nothing graphic), blood, mentions of attempted murder, arguments, grumpy Jensen, mentions of injuries, language

Ms. Bodyguard Masterlist

A/N: Lyrics are taken from Paul Simon’s – Call me Al

* The reader likes to use songs as passwords (in this chapter Call me Al) and names of Greece Gods as special passcodes. Here’s a short explanation of what every code means:

Artemis – danger to life (client got attacked)

Ares – drop everything and run

Aphrodite – the client wants to be alone with a lover/love interest

Dionysus – the client is drunk/took drugs

Hades – client got hit/heavily injured/close to death

Hera – family of the client is in danger

Zeus – attacker sighted

Athena – backup needed/call the police

Poseidon – distraction needed to transfer the client safely

Nemesis – attacker/stalker down

Hephaestus – weapon needed/weapon got lost

“Hey-Betty.” Clif runs one hand down his face while he tries to make you answer his call. “I know you listen to me talking to your mailbox. I got a problem. - It’s Al…”

If you want an answer, do the whole song… An automatic answer replies and Clif takes a deep breath. He knows you do this kind of game to keep your clients safe but sometimes – it’s annoying to ‘play’ with you.

“Y/N come on. You know that only me got this number since you work alone. Give me a chance. I’ve got a client, or rather a good friend who’s in danger. Please.”

If you want an answer, do the whole song… Again, Clif sighs but he’s got no other choice, so he clears his throat and starts singing the song you chose as his password.

If you'll be my bodyguard

I can be your long-lost pal

I can call you Betty

And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al

While Clif sings the song, you hold your stomach, laughing hard as he is, by all means, an awful singer. Tears well up to your eyes and after weeks of being bitter you have a soft smile on your lips remembering the training with your friend.

If you'll be my bodyguard

I can be your long-lost pal

I can call you Betty

And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al

The song ends and you listen closely, waiting for Clif to use a specific passcode to inform you about his current situation. If you trust anyone, it’s your old friend and training partner but in your business – you can never be careful enough or you end up dead.

“Passcode: Artemis,” Clif said the password for a worst-case scenario and you answer his call.

“Y/N, my friend got a serious problem. It’s red already. Are you still in Saudi Arabia or can you come back to the states?”

“I packed my stuff Clif and you can speak freely; the line is safe.” Rubbing your sore eyes, you sit up to listen to your friend’s explanations. “But let me tell you one more thing before you start – you are one awful singer.”

Clif huffs before he grins on the other side of the line. “Did you finish your ‘princess’ job? I don’t want to mess with another job.”

A soft smile tugs at the corner of your lips hearing your friend is worrying about you and your job. “I heard she married…”

“Married and became a spoiled bitch. Let’s say we parted ways before I had to split her skull with my combat knife, Clif.” He chuckles lightly but this time, you can’t laugh with him. “Now back to your problem.”

“That bad, Riffle? What did she do?” Clif avoids your question and you wonder who is in trouble.

All you know is he worked for a TV show over the last years, nothing else. It’s not as if you had the time to stay in contact with friends while protecting a princess.

“What happened, Y/N?”

“Husband said I am no longer needed. She agreed. End of story.” Looking at your gun on the nightstand your eyes sadden.

“I protected her for six years, Clif. Now she married a rich guy and I am…disposable. I got hit by a bullet for her…twice. For years I believed she’s different, my friend, but in the end they are all the same.”

“I am sorry to hear, Riffle. Never thought that she’s a…” Clif gulps when you laugh bitterly. “A spoiled brat? At least I learned my lesson, buddy. No more princesses…”

“Great. My friend is a guy, actor and he got attacked by an unknown person last week. He tried to play it cool, but the studio is on high alert. A guy managed to sneak on set, waited for Jensen to be alone, and stabbed him.” Clif huffs at the other end of the line and you know he wants to take the blame.

“Clif, I love you but stop right now. It’s not your job, it’s the security guards’ job to keep the set safe. We both know how often people can sneak on set to take pictures, steal scripts, or crap. I will help you but only if you stop taking the blame.” Now you huff as Clif chuckles lightly.

“Okay, Riffle. When can I pick you up?” Glancing at your packed suitcases and duffle bags you try to remember which time it is in the US. “Y/N?”

“I will book a flight in the morning. Tell me where I have to be and send me his profile. I need to know everything about that guy, his family and working place. I need to meet him too before I agree to protect him.” You are adamant about your rules, so Clif agrees without arguing.

“I’ll send you the information to the FTP server. Give me three or four hours. The destination is Vancouver. I’ll pick you up and we can talk on our way. Do you know anything about Supernatural?”

“Did a ghost kick his ass or Bigfoot?” Smirking you hear Clif explaining he meant a TV show called ‘Supernatural’ and not the supernatural in general.

Good thing your friend can’t see you as you roll your eyes at his explanation about the ‘cool’ show he’s working for.

“Clif, I did not watch TV for like six or seven years. Oh-fifteen years? That’s a freaking long time for a series, dude. Now let me have some sleep. I suggest you tell your friend to stay at the hospital. There are cameras, a security team and the cops will guard his room. Do not let him go home…”

“Got it, Y/N. Goodnight and thank you.” When Clif hangs up you sigh deeply. Tomorrow you will leave the land you called home for the last six years. Even worse – you will leave a friend, as she no longer needs you…

Reaching US ground for the first time in six years feels odd, strange even. Saudi Arabia was your home for so many years and being away from Soraya, the first client you would call family feels wrong, but you had to leave.

She lied to you. She betrayed you. She wanted you gone…

Her father called you to his office right before you were ready to head out to the airport, asking you why you quit as his daughter’s bodyguard out of the blue.

You could’ve told him the truth, that his daughter is an ungrateful brat, but Abdallah was always good to you and doesn’t deserve to get into a fight with his daughter and son-in-law.

At first, he didn’t like the idea of having a woman around to protect his only child but with you, not being a man, he could be sure you can stay by her side in any situation.

It pained you to lie to him, but this was the last time you could protect your client. One last time you took the bullet when you told him you want a change of scenery.

He looked at you with disgust and kicked you out of his office. Well, that’s what you get when you try to save his daughter.

“Y/N!” Clif waves at you, a big smile on his face as you walk toward the exit. “Wait. I’ll take your bags.”

“Clif, don’t get me wrong. I know you are a gentleman and all, but I can carry my shit, okay. Now let’s get this straight. Your client is Jensen Ackles, he got attacked by a guy who blames him for fucking a z-list starlet and the cops didn’t get him so far.” Ignoring your speech Clif grabs your suitcases to place them into his car.

“Correct. Jensen had like two or three dates with that girl. They uh—Aphrodite* me a few times and after the third date they got into a fight.” Clif explains while you take notes.

“She accused him of cheating on her, he yelled back they only fucked, and I drove her home while Jay stayed at the bar.”

“Okay. What happened next?” Opening the door to the passenger seat for you Clif tries to explain the girl started to stalk Jensen.

She called him daily, send disgusting messages, and nudes to his twitter account and stood in front of his house more than once.

“Did he call the cops?” Hopping into Clif’s car you watch him shakes his head. “Let me guess. Mr. Ackles didn’t want to look like the victim. So, he’s a macho?”

“Listen, he tried not to get her into trouble. Jensen believed she would cool off and stop with that shit she pulled. He changed his number, reported her doings to twitter, and told me, the security on set and his colleagues about it.”

“I assume she didn’t stop?” Your friend shakes his head while he pulls out of the parking lot. “It got worse?”

“Awful even. She came to set, naked only wearing a thong. She cut Jensen’s name into her stomach and we had to call the cops, an ambulance, and fight off the press.”

Nodding you check the files Clif sent to you. “She’s at an asylum for four months and gets better. After she got medicated the girl realized not Jensen was her problem.”

“Maybe she lied? Maybe she’s behind the attack?”

“We checked her contacts thrice, Y/N. I am not as good as you or your former team, but we normal bodyguards are not useless either.” Patting your friend's shoulder you give him a soft smile. “No one visited her or contacted her before the attack.”

“I know, Clifie. Relax. I would never thing low about you, okay. I just need all information to see the picture.” Clif keeps his eyes on the street while you scroll through the files. “No parents. No siblings. So, no angry family. No ex-boyfriends or husbands. Check.”

“She was a loner. The girl tried to help us, but no one came to her mind.” Clif explains as you shut off your iPad.

“No secret admirer sending her flowers or cards? No one claiming he was the one attacking your client?” Your friend shakes his head and you frown.

“That’s odd, Clif. I mean, if that guy did it to avenge that girl, he would’ve shouted it from the rooftops to get her attention.”

“I know, Y/N. That’s the reason I called you for help. This is…fishy. My instinct tells me something is off with that attack and the way Jensen met that girl. I don’t want to sound like a lunatic but…”

“Dude, only as you are paranoid doesn’t mean they are not after you.” Chortling you give Clif a wink. I will dig deeper and see what I’ll find. Let me call a friend of a friend.”

“C.I.A., F.B.I., or someone else?” Giving you side-glances your friend gulps when you whisper, ‘someone else’. “What will you have to do to ‘dig deeper’?”

“Nothing. That asshole owes me his life and balls.” You smile at Clif, but he can see it’s a fake smile. Whatever past you have with this man, you’ll never tell anyone.

“I don’t need another bodyguard, Clif. For fuck's sake! She looks like a tramp or schoolgirl!” Jensen yells when you enter the room with your friend.

No matter which insults he throws at you, your face remains stoic, your eyes are trained on his face and your posture never changes.

“I don’t need a little girl protecting me! I bet if she sees Jared that girl will go for a run.” Jensen gets out of the hospital bed, hissing as his wound still hurts and he refused to take pain meds.

“Jay-uh—hey!” A tall man enters the room, a knife in his hands, and before Clif, Jensen or the guy can blink you lunge out to twist his arms behind his back to pin the tall man against the wall, face first.

He struggles in your hold but there is no escape when you kick his legs apart.

“Y/N don’t kill him! That’s Jared, Jensen’s friend, and colleague!” Clif gasps and the man you still hold pinned to the wall nods eagerly.

“He had a knife!” Voice controlled; dominant you do not let go of Jared. “Why did he come into Mr. Ackles's hospital room, a knife in his hands?”

“Sorry, but that’s a knife made of chocolate. I thought it’s funny, but I guess, the joke is on me.” Jared huffs and you look at the knife which lies abandoned on the floor.

“Okay, Jared. I will let you go but you will wait until I checked on the knife or you’ll feel my knife pierce your lung.” Warning the tall man, you reluctantly let go of him.

Clif already picked the ‘knife’ up only to break it into two halves. “Chocolate, Y/N.”

“Holy fucking shit!” Jensen gapes at you holding a combat knife in your hand. “Did you call for the Terminator?”

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woah-were-halfway-there · 5 years ago

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Good Life

Just a little something based on the song by OneRepublic that follows the course of Auston’s relationship with you. ♡

Word Count: 8.2k

A/N: The first updated rewrite with Carson 🥺

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A low groan left Carson's mouth as she tried to move from where she was trapped, ending up letting out a huff of defeat because she just wasn't able to. Her boyfriend's body rippled with laughter from where he laid directly on top of her, finding humour in the way she whined and squirmed beneath him. However, he didn't let her struggle for too long because soon enough, he was mumbling sweet nothings and placing soft kisses along her exposed collarbone.

"Auston, we need to get up," Carson whispered breathlessly as his mouth came in contact with that one spot he knew drove her wild.

"Says who?" He asked while smirking against her skin, waiting for a moment before beginning to suck on the sensitive area.

Carson couldn't help the moan that left her mouth as he did this, but still, she knew she couldn't let him go too far with his antics.

"Says the entire Toronto Maple Leafs franchise."

At that, Auston paused. Staying still for a moment before slowly moving away so that he could get a good look at her, a boyish grin dancing on his lips as he did so.

Despite how hard Carson tried, she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming his naked upper body. Taking in his still wet torso from the shower he just took and how the towel he had loosely wrapped around his hips looked like it could fall right off at any second.

Carson woke up shortly after Auston and snuck into the en-suite to brush her teeth, going unnoticed as he washed up in the steam-filled shower while a Drake song played from the Bluetooth speaker. Part of her wanted to join him, but the other more logical part decided to settle on stripping down so she could wrap herself in a towel before returning to the bedroom and waiting to take her shower once he was done.

Auston was on a bit of a time crunch. He and the rest of the team were to fly out to St. Louis for a game later that night as a kickstart to an away stretch that lasted over a week. It sucked, and Carson dreaded the thought, but there wasn't much she could do. She was way too proud of him ever to let him know just how sad she was at the thought of him leaving.

However, Auston knew.

He knew Carson wasn't thrilled about him being away because he wasn't too keen on leaving her either. He wished she could just join him, but she had a life to live in Toronto whether he was there or not, and he wasn't going to make her sacrifice any of it for him regardless of how badly he wanted to just so the two of them could be close to one another.

Leaving was the most challenging part, but he knew damn well that Carson would always be there whenever he got back. That's what made it a little easier, but seeing her in nothing but a towel on their shared king-sized bed once he emerged from the washroom made the dread of going away for work that much more prominent.

"I don't want to go," he groaned and nuzzled into the crook of Carson's neck after placing a soft peck to her lips.

"Yes, you do," she chuckled and started mindlessly running her hand through his hair. "You have so much fun on the road with your team and just being out there doing what you love."

"Yeah, but I don't like when it means being away from you for a long time."

"It's just a week, Aus," she explained gently before placing a kiss on his temple. "We've been through a lot worse than this. You need to go and show the world what you're made of."

"Would be better if you were there as I did," he pouted, and Carson sighed.

"I wish I could be, but you know I'll be cheering for you as if I was there."

At that, Auston smiled. The scruff of his moustache tickled against Carson's skin slightly, causing a soft chuckle to escape her mouth before Auston sat up to look at her again. He couldn't get over how lucky he was to have found such a supportive and caring girlfriend like her. Auston's relationship with Carson contributed to some of the best years of his life thus far, and he was so thankful to have her by his side as he experienced them.

The two of them started their relationship in early 2017, some months after Carson and Auston first met on the night of his first NHL game. She was there cheering on her cousin and Auston's teammate, Mitch Marner, and after initially meeting, became friends and eventually started dating. Almost three years after they finally got together, they were still going strong, living together, and looking forward to what the future held.

"You know, I could always just fly back tonight after the game. We don't play in Vancouver until Tuesday, so I'd be away for less time."

"As much as I'd love that," Carson started while shifting so that she could get out from underneath Auston. "And believe me, I would. You're going to have a blast on this road trip with the guys, babe. You have the chance to get out of the city and do your thing before having to be out west for all of next week, so take it. Enjoy your time out of Ontario, I know I would, and I'll be here when you get back."

"I know," he replied as he rolled off of her then sat on the edge of the bed so that Carson could stand up. "Just going to miss you is all."

"And I'm going to miss you," she replied as she stood in front of him and cupped his face so that she could place another peck to his lips. "So, so much."

Auston used the position the two of them were in to his advantage as he wrapped his arms around Carson's waist and pulled her closer for a much deeper kiss.

Now, Carson wasn't one to stop a good thing once it got going. The way her hands snaked around Auston's neck and tangled themselves into his hair was a good indication of that, but she knew that he really did have to go and was the first to start pulling away.

"Nice try," she muttered against his lips before he let out a defeated sigh. "You need to get dressed, Tyson will be here soon, and then I need to get you both to the airport, so you don't miss your flight."

"Was worth a shot," he replied and playfully reached out to tug on Caron's towel as she began walking away.

"Auston!"

"Hurry, I need to spend more time with you before I leave. Please?"

"Not with that attitude. I'm going to take my time now," Carson said before sticking her tongue out at him.

He shook his head at his girlfriend before another screech left her mouth as he bolted up off the bed and rushed after her, following her inside the bathroom and making the chances of him being late much more likely.

~*~

"God, how could I be so stupid?"

"It's actually pretty entertaining if I'm honest," Steph said with a chuckle from her end of the phone. "Mitch thinks it's great."

"I think it was impulsive and idiotic," Carson pouted while leaned against the elevator wall as it took her up to the floor of her and Auston's condo.

"You were drunk. At least it's small and barely noticeable."

Carson's gaze fell to the inner part of her left wrist where the skin was irritated and now had a tiny 34 permanently inked on the once unscathed area, a sigh escaping her mouth as she took it in yet again.

It was a Sunday in late January, and the day before, Carson spent drinking wine with Steph and a few other friends for a little girls day while the boys were out of town for a game. Typically not being one to get absolutely hammered, Carson did go a little harder than intended when a few rounds of shots were bought and ended up being an absolute write-off before the game even started. Being a tad impulsive and very brave drunk, she decided she'd get a tattoo just after dinner, and no one felt like stopping her. In fact, they encouraged it.

"I know, but what if I end up extremely regretting it for some reason?" Carson asked as she glanced up to see her floor approaching.

"How so?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "What if Auston changes his jersey number?"

"I think you're being dramatic," Steph stated with another laugh.

"Ok, but what if we were to break u-."

"You can't think about it like that!" Steph cut her off immediately.

"Steph, I'd feel so much stupider than I already do."

"Well, you do not need to. That man is so head over heels in love with you, and I know that you feel the same, or else you would've never considered the tattoo in the first place. If you're that worried, just keep it hidden."

"Worst case scenario is that you're just going to inflate his ego even more," Mitch's voice blared from the background, causing Carson to laugh.

"He's got a point," Steph said while Carson shook her head just as the elevator doors opened up. "Look, if you don't want Auston to see it yet, then you don't have to show him, ok? Just do whatever makes you comfortable, although I really do think you're overthinking this."

"You're probably right," Carson groaned as she walked down the hallway and fished out her keys in the process. "I guess I'll decide once I see him."

"You're going to be fine, but please let me know how it goes if you do show him."

"Of course," she told Steph as she unlocked the door and heard shuffling around from somewhere on the other side. "I'll talk to you later."

"See ya!"

Once she was inside, Carson placed her phone back in her bag, took her shoes off and hung up her coat before creeping towards the kitchen since Auston had no idea she was home yet. Post Malone's Allergic became louder the closer Carson got, as did her boyfriend's off-key singing. When she finally reached the entryway, she peaked her head inside to see him putting away some groceries while bopping his head to the beat of the song.

He was wearing a simple grey pullover sweater, some Roots track pants, a black beanie and his glasses, looking relatively comfortable for his day off, and Carson couldn't help but just stand there and observe him for a moment. The song Enemies began playing next, and Auston went off just as hard as he did to the song prior while he finished unpacking the last bit of food he bought, causing Carson to laugh a little and for his gaze to snap towards her.

"Aus, Post's concert is still over a month away."

"Can never be too ready," Auston said with a smile before moving around the large island he stood behind to walk over and engulf her in a hug. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," Carson replied and pulled away slightly so that she could place a soft kiss on his lips. "Even though I saw you yesterday morning."

"Minor details," he winked before slithering away from Carson's grasp and back over to where he was standing before resuming his much more lowkey dancing along to the music. "Also, I missed Post the last time he was here. You were lucky enough to go without me."

"Oh, I know because you never let me live it down. Thought us spending Valentine's Day at his next concert here might be a good way to make up for that."

"It's a step in the right direction," Auston chuckled and spun around to put a carton of orange juice in the fridge. "How was your night, er-, day out with the girls yesterday?"

Carson's eyes immediately widened before she glanced down to see her tattoo wholly exposed and out in the open, not wasting a single second to pull the sleeve of her hoodie down in an attempt to keep it hidden. "Uh, great! Really fun."

"That's good. I heard you got a little wild."

"Now, who would you have heard that from?" She asked innocently as she moved around the island to help put the rest of the groceries away.

"No one in particular," he started. "But the voicemail you left saying how much you loved me but also how you may actually love our bed, even more, was a dead giveaway."

"Ah, fair enough. I really do love that bed, though."

"Believe me, I know."

The two of them laughed, and Carson shook her head at the playful smirk he looked at her with.

"You weren't here when I got home this morning. Did you stay somewhere else?"

"Yeah, I crashed on Steph and Mitch's couch. I guess I thought that'd be easier than coming home for some reason," she explained. "Not like they live very far away."

"So you're saying that Mitchy got to see you before I did?" Auston scoffed dramatically. "I'm hurt."

"You'll get over it, drama queen," Carson responded while rolling her eyes. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Yes, and I'm very glad."

Auston then walked towards Carson and pulled her in for another soft peck. She smiled against his lips as her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. It wasn't very often the two of them had days off together where they could chill and not worry about having to be somewhere else. It was something Carson and Auston both cherished greatly, and finally, having a day to hang out at home together made the two of them extremely happy.

"Why don't we finish putting away these groceries, and then we can put on a movie or something?"

"Deal," he responded and moved away so he could go back to what he was doing. Carson grabbed the package of spaghetti and jars of tomato sauce that laid near him on the counter and took them over to the pantry. As she was putting the items away, Auston came up behind her with a box of cereal to reach over and put on a shelf as well, but instead of moving away like one usually would, he froze, and Carson could feel him looking down at her. "What's that?"

"What's what?" She asked as she put the last jar on the shelf before turning around to face him. However, when Carson looked at him, he was looking downwards and not trying to make eye contact with her at all.

"On your wrist. Did you get a tattoo?"

At that, Carson gulped and let her gaze fall to where Auston gently reached out to grab her wrist so he could observe it better. Her sleeve still covered most of the tattoo, but the top of it was definitely out in the open and Carson was not surprised her boyfriend would've noticed such a thing.

"I-," Carson stated, entirely ready to deny everything, but then decided there was no point in lying. "Yeah. I guess you could say that."

"Can I see it?" He asked softly, looking at her for permission before he moved the sleeve out of the way entirely. While biting down on her bottom lip nervously, Carson nodded and watched as he tugged down the piece of clothing and displayed the tiny 34 that resided there, a smile lighting upon his face as he did so.

She watched Auston as he gently ran his thumb over the sensitive skin as if making sure the ink wasn't going to run away and how his smile grew even wider when it didn't.

"I was feeling pretty impulsive last night," Carson explained. "And you were on my mind. I've thought about getting a tattoo like this before. I just never thought I'd be gutsy enough to do it… even if I was not sober when it happened. Do you like it?"

"I love it," Auston said, then looked back to her. "I think you're wild for doing it, but how could I not like it?"

"I don't know, though you might think it was stupid or something."

"Cheesy, yes," he chuckled. "But not stupid. I really do love it, Carson."

"Ok good," she smiled before Auston pulled her into his embrace.

The two of them stood there for a minute, just enjoying each other's presence before Auston started laughing and ruined the moment completely.

"What's your deal?" Carson asked, pulling away so that she could look up at him.

"Nothing," he stated while trying to contain his laughter but failing miserably. "It's just that I was thinking, what if I got a tattoo for you."

"Auston," she warned, knowing exactly where he was going with this.

"What? I think it'd be really cool. Maybe I'll go all Drake style and get your face tattooed on my thigh or something."

"Your thigh?" Carson asked offendedly, causing Auston to burst out laughing this time. "First off, you are not getting my face tattooed anywhere on your body. Second, your thigh Auston? Of all places?"

"I could probably think of a worse spot. Maybe like, right here along my collarbone..."

"That's it, I'm done with you," she said and walked out of the room, leaving him to hunch over and cry laugh all alone.

~*~

With hockey being a contact sport and Carson being the girlfriend and cousin of a player for said activity, she knew well enough about how scary it could be to know someone who has gotten hurt. She's lived through it with Auston and Mitch, having witnessed the odd game where they were hit in the wrong place a little too hard and having to wait anxiously to hear whether they were ok or not, all while not trying to lose her mind in the process.

It sucked a lot. But it was never something Auston and Mitch thought they'd have to experience when it came to Carson.

It was a home game against Washington on a rainy night at the beginning of April. Usually, when the Caps were in town, Carson would tease Auston about how she used to have a crush on Tom Wilson before she met her boyfriend, and Auston would roll his eyes. She never meant it seriously, and Auston never took it to heart either, but this particular day, they were both just very short with one another, and the teasing did not go over well.

Auston was stressed over what was to come from the upcoming game, with it being near the beginning of playoff season and the Leafs winning being crucial. Meanwhile, Carson was just exhausted. Work had been kicking her ass lately. She was working towards a Public Relations Manager position in the office she was already a PR officer for, and on top of it, she was doing freelance writing and editing on the side. It had been a wild ride when it came to her career since she graduated from UofT almost a year prior. To put it simply, Carson felt so all over the place with everything else going on that she hadn't even noticed how stressed Auston was, and he didn't notice how beat she was either.

The two of them had a bit of a tiff. Just a petty little argument that wasn't necessary, and they both felt terrible about it the moment Carson stormed away from Auston to barricade herself in their shared bedroom, making sure to slam the door for extra emphasis on her frustrations. Auston left after that and headed to the arena, but not without softly knocking on the door to tell Carson how sorry he was before departing.

With it being so close to playoffs and Carson wanting to be at every game she could, supporting the man she loved regardless of stupid fights they had every once in a while, there was no way she was going to miss that game.

Auston's parents Ema and Brian, were in town, and Carson planned to sit and cheer Auston on with them like she had so many times before. But she never made it to SBA.

While glancing up into the stands during warmups, Auston noticed that Carson wasn't there with his parents. He looked at his mom questionably, and she shook her head unknowingly. Ema didn't get a text from Carson saying she was on her way like she usually would have, and when she called to make sure everything was alright, Carson didn't pick up. There was a nagging feeling eating away at Ema as the game started, and Carson still hadn't shown up, but she tried not to think of anything negative and focused on her son.

Auston thought Carson was still mad, and that's why she didn't show up. It made sense, and although he was really bummed thinking that, he had to be there for his team and knew he would be able to talk to her as soon as the game was over if she let him.

The Leafs ended up winning, having an early lead thanks to a goal Auston scored with the assistance of John and Willy. Everyone was ecstatic, they were one step closer to gaining a playoff spot, and Toronto's atmosphere was just unreal. But something felt off.

Once the initial on-ice celebrations concluded, the team made their way to the dressing room in high spirits, but as he was leaving the ice, Auston noticed something he just couldn't prevent a horrible feeling from forming because of. He glanced up towards his family one last time to see Ema looking at her phone with watering eyes and her hand covering her mouth while showing Brian whatever it was on the screen and him looking at it with pure shock.

Auston tried not to think about it. He knew that his mother would fill him in as soon as she could, and he had no need to stress until she did, so with a quick shake of his head, he headed to the dressing room.

He was the last of the team to get there, having been distracted by watching his parents. And as soon as he walked through the door, almost everyone fell silent. They all looked to him with unreadable glances, some even refusing to look him in the eyes, and he instantly knew something terrible had happened.

"What's going on?" He asked, feeling himself growing insanely anxious as he looked at his teammates and crew, noticing not one camera was rolling trying to get a post-game comment like there usually was.

"Have you heard from Carson?" Freddie was the first to speak up, causing Auston's heart to plummet.

"I- no, not since I left to come here. Why?"

"Matts, she was in a car accident," Mitch said hesitantly, visibly upset about the news as well. "Steph was calling me as soon as we got in here, I knew it had to be an emergency, but fuck, I didn't think it was that. We don't know the details, but Carson was taken to the hospital and-."

Auston went silent, shell shocked, unable to even wrap his head around the thought of Carson getting hurt in some way. Soon enough, his feet were taking him in the direction of the door before he could even comprehend what was happening. But not without being stopped first.

"Aus, you can't drive like this," Willy stated as he blocked Auston's path.

"I need to get to her."

"We know," Mo spoke up and started guiding him over to his spot next to JT, making sure he sat down before continuing. "But you just driving off after getting something like that thrown at you is not going to help the situation. One of us will take you. You're not going alone."

"Get changed, and we can go," Mitchy told Auston, shaking his head as he still tried to process it all. "I need to go and let my family know what happened. Steph just got there. She'll let us know if she hears anything. But, it's going to be ok, it has to be."

"You don't know that, though," Auston said quietly before looking at his friend. "What if she's not ok?"

"Don't think about it like that," JT said firmly while looking between Auston and Mitch. "Just hurry up, go be there for her and trust that she'll be fine. It's all the two of you can do."

"Auston, your parents are waiting for you outside," a voice called, but Auston didn't bother to look at who said it. He just nodded and quietly got changed from his hockey gear as quickly as he could before joining his parents and Mitch for an Uber ride to the hospital.

It wasn't a long drive to Toronto General Hospital, but time couldn't seemingly have gone by any slower. Auston was anxious, and so many scenarios were running through his head as he remained silent and stared out the window.

The other three didn't know what they could say to help ease his worries because they were all feeling pretty stressed themselves. Carson's family wasn't in the city when the accident happened, and that was a call that still had to be made. Her dad and sister Mya were in Vancouver, while her brother Nate was in Montreal, so they weren't necessarily close. Auston, his parents, Mitch and Steph, were all she had at the time, and they were determined to be there for when she needed them most.

Ema explained to Auston that his sister, Breyana, had texted her and said what happened, with a link to an article she saw on Twitter. Coverage about the accident was all over the news. There were pictures of two totalled cars just down the street from the arena, videos of the police redirecting traffic, and of course, the mentioning of how Auston Matthews' girlfriend was involved in the crash, but he couldn't bear to look at any of it.

From what everyone gathered, Carson was not at fault. Seeing as the crash happened before the game even started, the police had finished their investigation and released a statement. They said how the other driver ran a red light and plowed into the passenger side of another vehicle passing through the York St. and Bremner Blvd. intersection. The police then went on to say that the driver who caused the accident was intoxicated. The man and the driver of the other vehicle had been taken to the hospital with injuries. That other driver was Carson.

When they arrived and climbed out of the Uber, no one knew what they were getting into when they walked through those hospital doors, but luckily Steph was there to soften the blow.

"I just talked to the doctor," Steph stated and stood up from her seat in the waiting room once she saw everyone walking towards her. Mitch immediately engulfed her in a tight hug, which she returned, but was also quick in looking back to Auston because she knew how badly his feelings would have been eating him alive at the moment. "She's awake… she's hurt, but she's going to be ok."

Audible sighs of relief left everyone in the room as Ema reached over to gently squeeze her son's hand reassuringly. Before anything else could be said, though, a doctor entered the room and greeted everyone. The doctor explained how she was the one in charge of tending to Carson's injuries when she was brought in to the hospital and that after one more examination, she should be fine to go home with Auston.

"Do you mind telling us what's wrong? Do I need to do anything once she's home to make sure she's ok?" Auston's voice cracked as he asked his question, clearly still shaken up from the whole ordeal.

"Just make sure Carson gets some rest and takes it easy over the next few days," the doctor told him with a smile. "She's definitely got a concussion and has torn the muscle in her left shoulder. She'll probably be in a bit of pain, so I've prescribed her some medication if she needs it, but other than that, she should make a speedy recovery as long as she doesn't overwork herself. This could have been a lot worse, but the seatbelt and airbags in the vehicle sure did their jobs."

"Can we see her?"

"Of course," she replied with a nod. "She's been asking for you."

The doctor then led the five of them down a couple of hallways of the emergency room before stopping in front of a closed door and smiled once more, telling them she'd be back in about 15 minutes or so. Once she was gone, Auston slowly opened the door and walked into the room.

Carson was sitting upright in the hospital bed, her long brown hair resting in a messy bun on top of her head and still wearing her Matthews jersey while looking utterly exhausted. There was a nasty gash above her left eyebrow, but other than that and the very obvious sling her arm rested in, she looked pretty good for someone who had just gotten into a severe car accident.

As soon as the door opened, Carson snapped her gaze to see who it was coming into her room. She was quick in locking eye contact with her boyfriend once she realized it was him, and as a result of that, she immediately started sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's ok," Auston soothed as he rushed over to the side of the bed, hesitating to pull Carson into his embrace because he didn't know how much pain she was in.

"I totalled your car!"

"Carse, I don't care about the car," he assured her as he started wiping away her tears with the pads of his thumbs before leaning down to place a delicate yet firm kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, he cupped Carson's face in his hands and looked at her with a serious gaze. "The car can be replaced. You cannot. God, babe, you scared the shit out of me."

"I'm sorry," she blubbered as she used her arm that wasn't in a sling to wrap around Auston's middle and pulled him close. He began rubbing soft circles on her back as she cried into his chest as a way to calm her down a bit, which worked wonders. "It all happened so fast. I-I didn't even see the guy coming until it was too late."

What made this an even more difficult situation than before this one, Carson had only been in one other car accident. One that unfortunately resulted in her mother passing away when Carson was just 13. Auston could only imagine what was running through his girlfriend's head at that moment but continued just focusing on her at that moment.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. All any of us care about is that you're ok, Carson. That's all that matters. Now I need you to take a few deep breaths for me, ok? How's your head?"

"It aches a bit," she told Auston as she moved away to look at him again and followed his movements of taking deep, calming breaths. "I'm more tired than anything."

"I can imagine," he responded with a smile. "As soon as the doctor comes back and gives us the ok, we'll get you home and in bed. Sounds good?"

"Sounds amazing."

Auston chuckled slightly, amazed at how even after being in a car accident, Carson tried to make light of the situation. He then leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips before moving to the other side of the bed and sitting next to her so that everyone else could see her as well.

Auston watched as his parents greeted her with big hugs while being mindful of her injuries and expressed how glad they were that she was alright. Mitch and Steph were next, who jokingly scolded Carson for scaring them but also wasted no time in pulling her in for a hug as well.

Soon after, the doctor returned and gave Carson a final once over. She held tightly onto Auston's hand as the doctor went over what to do if Carson wasn't seeing improvements in her injuries within the next few days, as well as how to get a hold of her if something were to happen. Once she was done giving the spiel and explaining how the sling would have to stay on for a few weeks, Carson was given the ok to leave.

Afterwards, Mitch went home with Steph because Ema and Brian insisted on taking Carson and Auston back to their condo. As soon as she was home, Carson changed into some comfy clothing and crawled into bed. Auston was right there with her, making sure she was alright, before crawling in beside her and making sure he held onto her just a little bit tighter as he fell asleep.

~*~

Christmas time in Toronto was always a very festive time of year. The market was on at The Distillery District, the CN Tower always had a stunning red and green light show going on each night, and there were plenty of things to do in and around the city. However, the best part of this specific year was that Auston had a couple of days off from playing hockey.

The Leafs had won their last game before their small holiday break, and Carson was off work until the new year. She loved having time off with Auston, but every once in a while, it got to the point where they didn't know what to do.

It was Christmas Eve, and the two of them were cuddled up on the couch as a rerun of the Grinch finished playing. Although it was late, they weren't that tired; therefore, boredom ensued.

"Want to go for a walk?" Carson suggested after a few moments of contemplation.

"It's 11:30 at night," Auston chuckled.

"And what about it?"

"Nothing," he stated while shaking his head. "It's just that I have a better idea, I think."

Carson looked at him skeptically, shifting so that he could see her questioning gaze. "Go on."

"We could go skating," he proposed, and this time, Carson let out a laugh. "What? We could go to the rink at Harbourfront. It's late. I doubt anyone will be there, especially on Christmas Eve."

"Why do I have a feeling you planned this?" She asked while shaking her head. "It's too well thought out."

"So what if I did? Come on. It'll be fun. It'll kind of be like…"

"Our first date." She finished for him, watching as he nodded in agreement. "God Aus, that was so long ago."

It was true, though. During Auston's first season with the Leafs, while Carson was still in university, the two of them met and became friends. Perks of him playing on the same team as her cousin.

The two of them had been seeing each other but weren't officially a couple for almost a month, then one late night in January, Auston asked Carson to go skating with him at that same ice rink. Things were a bit weird between them after that date. They'd gotten into a bit of a fight for a couple of weeks after discussing what they were, but Auston knew he needed to fix that. After making up and officially becoming a couple, Auston invited Carson on another skating date the following evening.

It was a weekend in February, two nights before the Leafs Centennial gala, to be exact, and Carson was bored at home watching Netflix alone because her roommate Lexie wasn't there. So she hopped on the TTC and met him there, only to find that he brought two pairs of hockey gloves and two sticks so they could play some one-on-one.

Carson could tell that Auston was ready to go easy on her, but she was competitive and wanted to give him a run for his money. Auston was caught off guard, naturally, which made him competitive too, but he still made sure not to go full NHL-er on her. It was a playful match. He let her win but still got his prize when he leaned in finally kiss her, and she let him.

The rest was history.

Carson couldn't help but smile as she thought back to that night. Although it was almost four years ago, the memory still made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and Auston could tell that's exactly what she was thinking about.

Slowly, Carson looked up to see him smirking down at her and rolled her eyes. "Fine, let's go."

The two of them climbed off the couch, and once they were all bundled up, they headed to the rink. Which luckily wasn't too far at all.

Auston talked Carson into a rematch of one-on-one while on the way there. She was more than ready to make a sad attempt at destroying him in a game of hockey again, so she accepted his challenge, becoming relieved when they reached their destination and saw that there was no one else skating around.

"Told ya we'd have the place to ourselves," he told her with a smug grin as she sat down, and he helped tie up her skates.

"Whatever, Matthews," Carson replied as he grabbed her hands and pulled her up once he was done. Once she was standing upright and had balanced herself out, he began skating backward and started pulling her with him, which Carson let him do as she smiled widely at him. "Thought you wanted to play hockey?"

"We can eventually," he replied. "But I kinda like just doing this with you for now."

Carson tried to hide the blush burning its way across her cheeks as he continued guiding her around the rink, but Auston noticed and made sure to send her a wink once she made eye contact with him again.

"Good, cause I do too."

After a little bit, he let go of one hand but kept the other linked with hers as the two of them began skating side by side. They did that for 20 minutes or so, just going around the rink together as they talked and teased each other. Then they finally decided to play some hockey.

Just like the first time Auston and Carson had done something like this, she was more than aware that she was no match against Auston when it came to hockey whatsoever, but he went easy on her again. The game was never really a game, though. After two face-offs that ended in him wrapping his arms around Carson's waist and pulling her against him so that she couldn't chase after the puck, the two of them decided to just do trick shots into the little makeshift net he made between a pair of Carson's gloves and Auston's hat.

It didn't take long for him to start showing off, so Carson let him. How could she not? Auston's an incredibly talented athlete, and Carson loved watching him, even though he was a little extra at times. Plus, she was having a lot of fun.

After they grew tired and cold, the two of them headed back home to call it a night. It was well after midnight. They had to be up early to get on a flight to Arizona, seeing as they were spending a very brief holiday with Auston's family before flying to Chicago for a game on the 27th and eventually back to Toronto.

Carson was pretty exhausted by that point, and Auston could tell she was with how she leaned against him as soon as they were in the elevator of their condo building and let out a loud yawn.

"Did losing wear you out?" Auston asked jokingly before leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

"I didn't lose anything. You cheated."

"Whatever," he chuckled as the doors opened and the two of them started walking down the hall. Auston observed as Carson began fumbling with her keys so she could unlock the door and go inside when suddenly an idea sprung to his mind, and his eyes widened. "Wait, it's technically Christmas."

A laugh left Carson's mouth as she shook her head at him. "Yes, Auston, what gave it away?"

"You know what I mean," he replied while rolling his eyes at his girlfriend before following her into the condo.

"I know, I'm just messing with you. But yes, it is technically Christmas."

"So I can give you your gift, and you can't get mad at me for it."

"Auston," Carson groaned. He always did this. Forever the child her boyfriend was with, not being able to contain his excitement when it came to gift-giving and seeing her face when she opened something he put a lot of thought into. They always tried to one-up the other when it came to sentiment, too. This year was different, though. The two of them agreed to buy each other only one thing seeing as they always spoiled the other, but realistically, this year was no exception.

Carson was excited to show Auston his gift. It was something she thought about and saved for, for a long time, and she already knew how much he'd love it. So with that in mind, she agreed to exchange gifts with him before going to bed.

"Ok fine, we can do gifts now, but I'm giving you yours first."

"If you insist," Auston said with a huge smile while holding his hands up in defence. Carson didn't bother replying as she stuck her tongue out at him while they took off their coats and began guiding him towards the giant Christmas Tree that resided in the living room.

Once they were there, Carson let go of his hand and reached to the very back of the tree where an envelope resided. Auston gave her a look, noting her clever hiding place before looking down at the envelope and taking it.

Carson bit down on her bottom lip nervously and excitedly as she watched him take out the card and open it to see what was inside, a small chuckle leaving her mouth while his mouth fell open.

"Merry Christmas, babe."

"You didn't," Auston gasped as he took the picture out of the card and looked back at her. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," she told him while nodding her head and was soon engulfed in a huge hug. Once he was done almost crushing her, Carson took the picture from him then spun around in his hold so they could look at the image of the small, fluffy puppy that was printed on it together. "He's a Miniature Goldendoodle named Frank. The lady we're getting him from said he doesn't really respond to a name just yet, so we can change it."

"I love Frank," Auston stated while looking at the picture over Carson's shoulder with a goofy grin on his face.

"I do too," she replied while turning around to face her boyfriend again. "We get to pick him up during the first week of January."

"I can't believe we're getting a dog," he said while shaking his head. "Thank you so much, wow."

"You're welcome," Carson told him before standing on her tiptoes so she could peck his lips. "Good luck trying to beat that gift, Matthews."

Carson meant what she said as a joke, but with the way Auston smirked against her lips and shook his head in disagreement, she knew he took it as a challenge.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he responded and started walking out of the room.

"Babe," Carson called after him. "I was kidding-."

"Just wait there. I'll be right back," Auston responded from down the hall, leaving her to let out a huff of defeat. A pout formed on her bottom lip as she waited for him to return and started wondering what it was he could've possibly bought. Carson began to think back to their first Christmas together and how she insisted on him not buying her something because she didn't need anything. Auston argued by asking if she planned on getting him anything, which she already had so that Carson couldn't fight with him about it after that. His gifts to her were always so meaningful, whether it be something he knew she needed or an item he knew she liked but would never buy for herself. He truly was a fantastic gift-giver.

But for some reason, when Auston returned to the living room, he looked nervous. He was very obviously hiding something behind his back that Carson couldn't see, but with the way he licked his lips and was trying to look anywhere but her, she could tell he was overthinking, giving her whatever it was he held onto.

"Aus," Carson said softly, causing him to snap his gaze to her. "You ok?"

"Yeah," he replied, taking a deep breath. "Just a little nervous is all."

"You have no reason to be, it's just a gift, and I'm sure I'll love it."

"It's more than just a gift, I guess," he explained and walked towards her, making sure not to break eye contact. "Put a lot of thought into this one."

"Auston.." She started but trailed off as he reached out to link his hand with hers and pull her closer.

"I didn't wrap it, though, so you'll have to forgive me."

Carson didn't answer, just gave him a confused look as he bit down on his bottom lip and smiled. He then brought his other hand in front of him to reveal a small velvet box. However, Auston didn't miss a beat and quickly let go of her hand so that he could reach up and open the box, revealing the most stunning diamond ring Carson had ever seen.

"Oh my…" It was all she managed to say as she moved her hands to cover her mouth and look at her boyfriend with teary eyes. "Auston, it's beautiful."

"It comes with a question, too," he smiled as he plucked the ring from its holder and held it closer to her. "Carse, you have made me so insanely happy these years we've been together and continue to do so. I'd be crazy not to want to spend the rest of my life with you, so I guess my question is… will you continue making my selfish ass the happiest man he can be by marrying me?"

A sob left Carson's mouth, and the tears started flowing immensely. She shook her head, still trying to make sure the fact that the man she loved more than anything in the world just asked her to marry him wasn't a dream. Slowly, she opened her eyes to look at him and could tell how anxious he was getting while waiting for a response, so she answered. But, she needed to clarify something as she stared at the ring first.

"Is that my mom's ring?"

"It is," Auston confirmed, a small breath leaving his mouth. "I, uh, I got it from your dad a couple of months ago. The ring was pretty busted up, but I talked to Nate and Mya to see if they'd be ok with me fixing it, adding a few personal touches and using it to propose."

"Oh my god," Carson sobbed again, thinking about her dad wanting to let Auston take her late mother's wedding ring and Auston asking her brother and sister if he could use it to ask her to marry him. It meant the absolute world to her. "Of course, I'll marry you, Auston. You're crazy to think I wouldn't."

The smile that stretched its way across his mouth before he pulled her in for a deep, loving kiss was something Carson wanted to remember forever. Once he pulled away, Auston tried to play off the fact that he, too, had tears in his eyes as he slid the ring onto her finger and leaned down to kiss her again.

"I love you. So much," Auston muttered against her lips before moving away slightly just so that he could wipe away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"The feeling's mutual," Carson responded. "I love you more than words can describe."

"Well, that's good, 'cause you're stuck with me now."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

At that, Auston smiled and pulled Carson in for one last hug before suggesting that the two of them head to bed because they'd have to be up in a few short hours. Carson didn't protest and let him lead her down the hall to their bedroom before crawling into bed so she could cuddle up against him. Soon enough, Carson was too tired even to keep her eyes open, but she still couldn't help the smile that remained on her mouth as she fell asleep next to her fiancé.

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The Inescapability of Falling for You

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Back at it with one of my favorite tropes. Wasn’t gonna do this, but here it is anyway.)

”Take my hand, take my whole life too, For I can’t help falling in love with you.” -Elvis Presley, Can’t Help Falling In Love

“So what are you doing tomorrow?” Keanu asked on his end of the line. He had been reading through a script before she called, though, from the minute he answered the phone, Y/n had all of his attention.

On her end, Y/n shrugged as she tried to maneuver a couple of bags from one arm to the next. Initially, she hadn’t thought she’d have to take much with her on her flight, she was only going for a few days after all, but in the midst of packing, one large duffle bag turned into three suitcases in addition to her carry on. How it had happened was still a mystery to her. “I’m going out,” she managed, “With Josh,” she lied easily.

“Josh?” Keanu scoffed, trying not to sound disappointed; he was hoping that Y/n would say that she was free, that way he could suggest that they do something together. He had devised the entire thing in his head; for the first Valentine’s day in years, they were both single and he had decided that it was the day he’d finally tell her how he felt. First, he’d surprise her by flying out to Vancouver, then ask her to dinner, then, at the end of the night, he’d lay his heart on the line, and hope, that by some miracle, his closest friend felt the same. Keanu had even gotten her a present; a charm bracelet, filled with charms that represented things they had done together. “I thought it didn’t work out between you two?” Josh was a co-star and an old flame of Y/n’s, he was nice enough, but Y/n had always said that she couldn’t see a future with him.

“Yeah,” she breathed, huffing as she plopped into a seat, waiting for her flight to be called, “But he wants to try again, and it’s just dinner, can’t hurt, right?”

“Right,” Keanu agreed, hoping that Y/n wouldn’t hear the disappointment in his tone, “Well, I hope it goes well.” With a sigh, Keanu internally tried to put things into perspective. There’s always next time, he told himself. Worse case scenario, Y/n and Josh work things out and fall in love, get married and he’s alone for the rest of his life; pinning because the woman he loves, married someone else. But that was the worst case.

“What about you? Any plans?” Y/n inquired, holding her breath for his answer.

“Uhh,” he stuttered, feeling like he had been put on the spot. How was he supposed to tell her that his plans for Valentine’s weekend had just been ruined because she was going out with someone else. “I don’t know yet, maybe I’ll just take myself out? That’s sad isn’t it?”

Y/n chuckled quietly, relieved; it would be a total waste, and completely disappointing to fly out to L.A. just to surprise him all for him to spend the day with someone else. “It’s not,” Y/n reassured just as they called for boarding, “Hey, I gotta go, but we’ll talk later right?”

“Yeah, sure. Talk later,” and with that, the call disconnected. With a heavy sigh, Keanu tossed his phone to the other end of the sofa, frowning. With a groan he threw his head back, only to catch a glimpse of his packed bag at the corner of the living room and the little jewelry box on the coffee table, both equally mocking. He had been in love with Y/n for almost two years, and she didn’t have the slightest clue, and he didn’t ever have the guts to tell her. It had always been easier with other women, but with Y/n, it was like his confidence would go into exile and the sheer fear of rejection would prompt him to keep his feelings inside. But the coming Valentine’s Day was supposed to change that, he was finally going to tell her, once and for all....that was, until he found out that she had plans with someone else.

The next couple days were a blur and by the time Valentine's had rolled around, conversations with Y/n had become infrequent. They had both been so busy that it became nearly impossible to have phone calls longer than five minutes. Though, the last time they had spoken, just a few hours before he started to get ready to head to the city for drinks, Y/n had asked him to stop by her place and add some sanitizer to the pool. It was something that the housekeepers could probably do, but Y/n had for some reason asked him, not that Keanu minded, knowing that she’d do that and more if he asked.

He parked his bike in her driveway, quickly jogging up to the front door. Merely from memory, Keanu deactivated the security system and unlocked the front door. As he walked up the front hall, everything seemed more or less the same way it had they last time he was there, just a few days short of a couple weeks, when he had stopped by to drop of pay checks for the housekeepers. It felt natural to be at Y/n’s house, just as it did to have her in his. They had been friends for so long, and were just so close that it might have been weirder for them to not shares things like house keys and hotel suites. She was a staple of his life, someone he didn’t want to know his world without, if only he could tell her.

Everything seemed more or less normal at first, though, the further Keanu walked through the house, towards the backyard, he realized that there was something he had missed at first. Traces of a familiar scent hanging in there air; expensive perfume perhaps and a warmth coming from the end of the hall, accompanied by a distinct yellow glow.

The realization that he wasn’t alone made Keanu stop in his tracks; he should have been the only person there. Had someone broken in? It didn’t make sense; when he got there, the security system had still be activated, if someone had broken it, it would have tripped the alarm and the police would have gotten there before he did. He had spoken to one of Y/n’s neighbors just after he had gotten off his bike and she hadn’t said anything either. Maybe the burglar in question had found some other way in through the back? It shouldn't have been possible, but he was running out of ideas.

Against his better judgement, Keanu pressed forward, it could have been dangerous but there was no way that he was going to let some criminal invade his best friend’s home like that. Trying hard not to make even the slightest noise, Keanu quickly toed towards the living room doorway near the end o the winding hall. When he finally got there, the scene was nothing like he was expecting.

No burglar. No masked criminals with guns rummaging through her stuff. Nothing of the sort. Just candles flickering on the end tables, above the fire place and on the coffee table. Wine chilling in a little ice bucket and two empty glasses along with some delicate china set out for two and very, very softly, music played in the background; an old fifties song probably coming form the antique radio that she adored so much. Collecting antiquities had always been one of her favorite hobbies; Keanu had spent hours in antique shops with her scouring the shelves, just to see her face light up when she found the rarity that she had been searching for. At the sight of him in the arched door way, she stood, looking more beautiful in the dim light than Keanu ever imagined she could, “Y/n?” Keanu breathed, clearly confused; he didn’t know she was coming home.

“Hey,” she smiled, passing her delicate hands over her chiffon dress, coming from around the short table to approach him. When they stood a foot apart, Y/n finally continued, “I heard you come in, Happy Valentine’s Day,” she sang.

Stuttering for a minute, he shook his head, running a hand through his hair, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he returned, still in shock, “I didn’t know you were back.”

“Well I am, surprise!” Y/n chortled quietly, “What do you think?” She gestured around her. Clearly, she had gone all out; rose petals had been scattered on the floor and furniture and the place resembled something of a romantic movie.

“It looks great. Really romantic,” Keanu nodded, forcing a smile, pretending it didn’t sting that she went through all of that for Josh when for years he had daydreamed about doing similar for her. “Josh will love it,” he added after a beat.

“Josh?” Y/n scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head, “Why would you-Oh! Cause I told you...”

“Yeah,” he nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Taking a couple steps closer, Y/n sucked in an anxious breath, her gaze shifting to the floor before panning back up to meet his eyes, “I actually had someone else in mind while I was setting this up.”

“Oh!” Keanu chuckled awkwardly, “Well, I’ll just get out of your hair,” already, he was turning to leave, not wanting to intrude any further.

With wide, surprised eyes, Y/n closed the space between them, reaching for Keanu’s hand, “Wait, just...” when he stopped, it was to offer her the most heart pulling mix of confusion and hurt she had ever seen, “Just wait.”

Keanu huffed quietly, looking at Y/n’s smaller hand holding his. How many times had they held hands? How many nights had he spent wondering if their fingers joining would mean more than close friendship, if he’d take her hand because she’d be his? How long would he wait? Another year? A couple more days? Forever?

“Y/n,” Keanu shook his head, taking a deep breath; he could do a lot for her but he couldn’t stand around and watch her fall in love with someone else, not without knowing that he had at least put himself out there, “Look-”

“Please,” she cut him off, her eyes pleading with him to bare with her. Blinking away tears she hadn’t realized were there, Y/n tried to sum up the courage to say what she wanted to, the same thing she had been carrying around for a long time. “You know,” she began, maintaining a loose rip on one of his hands, reaching for the other as she spoke, “I spent all this time trying to put together this big statement, but I guess I haven’t really said anything at all.” Finally, they stood toe to toe and Y/n was so close, that all he’d have to do was lean down and press his lips to hers. “Ke, what would you say if I told you I was in love with you? If I said that I could lose time thinking about you; your laugh, your smile, the way you say my name. If I said that falling for you was inescapable?”

“Well first I’d ask you to say it,” he smiled softly, after hesitating for the briefest moment.

Blushing in the low light, Y/n admitted, “I’m in love with you Keanu,” and before he could continue, Y/n added, “What would you do next?”

Keanu slipped his hands out of hers, snaking his arms around her waist, “I’d say that I’m in love with you too Y/n, and that falling for you was completely but wonderfully inescapable.”

With that, Keanu finally bent his head, his arms tightening around Y/n’s waist as he kissed her. Their lips moved perfectly in sync and Y/n’s arms wound around his neck, trying to pull him closer as she stood on her toes. He tasted like best version of a cigarette mixed with something minty; it was perfect.

Kissing Y/n was everything he had dreamed of and more; her lips were soft and Keanu was sure that it had only taken a few seconds to commit her taste to memory. It felt so right, he thought, to have her in his arms, to finally have admitted his feelings and then relish in the euphoria of having her feel the same.

When they broke, Y/n sighed, unable to combat her giddy smile, “Say it,” she requested sweetly.

“I’m in love with you Y/n,” Keanu obliged, grinning ear to ear, pulling her into another, long awaited kiss.

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Cowboys and Angels

A COCKLES X READER RPF SERIES

Filming for the last season of Supernatural is underway and Y/N, long-time set photographer, finds herself the center of attention for two of her co-workers, Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles. A roller-coaster of emotions ensues over the year as the three of them attempt to balance work, the end of an era, and experimental love.

Part VII - Is Caring

Summary: Y/N hosts Jensen and Misha for dinner, drinks, and late Christmas presents. Warnings/Tags: Fluff, fun, emotions, and a boat load of sex. Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins/Reader Word Count: 4,982 A/N: Once again, please assume everyone involved is consenting and polyamorous. No spouse hate. No wife hate. No Cockles hate. No Misha hate. No hate whatsoever. If you don’t like RPF, don’t read it, and don’t complain to me about it. Update: The oh-so-lovely @atc74 made this stellar aesthetic for me in hopes that it wouldn’t get the Tumblr Ban Hammer™. Let’s test it.

Luck, it would seem, was on their side that night. When the opportunity for her to leave early presented itself, Y/N bolted like lightning. She had texted Jensen and Misha to let them know she would meet them at her apartment, but beyond that, she wasted no time in making her escape. An hour later, subtle, sweet aromas filled her kitchen as pots simmered and pans sizzled on the stove, and dulcet tones fluttered from the satellite speakers in the ceiling.

It was damn near perfect. Good food, good drink, good music, good company. And if her father’s recipe from the old country didn’t fill their bellies, at least she had tried.

Worst case scenario, she would have a hell of a lot of leftovers all to herself. Consolation prize.

The sudden thumping at her door startled Y/N so severely, she nearly dropped her stirring spoon in the pot. One cursory look ensured her everything would survive a few minutes unwatched, and so she headed for the door. There, trepidation pulled her up short, her hand hesitating at the handle. But a breath of resolve steadied her grip, and she pulled it aside to reveal her guests: Jensen in his usual trim sweater and even slimmer pants, and Misha in a light jacket over his t-shirt and jeans. They both bore a few wrapped presents and smiles bright enough to light up all of Vancouver.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Jensen teased.

She scoffed with an eye roll to rival Misha’s as she ushered them in. “You saw me two hours ago, gimme a break.

“To be fair, we’ve missed you something fierce,” Misha said as he crossed her living room and set his presents beneath the lingering Christmas tree. Jensen handed his over the back of the couch, then rounded on Y/N and wrapped her up in his arms.

“Fierce doesn’t come close,” he said under his breath. His full lips brushed hers as he continued. “Something smells good.”

“Oh no,” Y/N declared as she squirmed out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen. “You’re not pulling that shit again. We are eating this food when it is ready, and we are opening these presents after that. Before anything else.”

Jensen followed her, hot on her heels, but when she reached the stove, Y/N turned about and found him lingering at the threshold, pouting. Damn him. Nobody should be allowed to pout as pretty as Jensen did. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He grinned. “Okay, I get it. Misha even made me promise we’d eat first.”

“I’m starving!” Misha shouted from the living room. “And I’m opening one of my presents!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she turned back to the stove. “Which one?”

“This smaller, blue one,” he said as he rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. He rattled the box as he held it to his ear. “Beads?”

She stirred a pot on the stove to find her concoction ready to serve. “Buffet style, dish up here and take your plate to the table.” As she withdrew plates from the nearby cabinet, she looked to Misha and said, “You can open it.”

Giddy as a child on Christmas morning, he tore the wrapping paper and opened the small box. “Aw, a mala bracelet. It's beautiful,” he said as he held up the beaded bracelet.

“Oh, look, now we match,” Jensen teased as he held up his wrist. “Wait, did you do that on purpose?”

Piping hot meat and sauce flowed over the small pile of penne on her plate. With great care she finished her serving and turned for the table. “Maybe.”

When neither responded, Y/N paused halfway across the kitchen and looked to them. Jensen gaped openly as he scrutinized both bracelets, and Misha appeared on the verge of tears. She pressed on to the table and set down her plate with a thump. “Hey, c'mon, it's not that important. Don't get all sappy on me.” Both men remained silent, but Jensen regarded her with a fond smile. Her nerves got the better of her in that awkward silence and she rambled, “Okay, who wants wine? Or beer, I have beer. Oh, I could make mules, mules are good. If you like ginger, do you like gin—”

Misha crossed the kitchen first and wrapped her in a bear hug. “I love it. Thank you.”

She returned his embrace and said, “I'm glad you like it.” He continued to hold her so tightly, she began to sweat in his arms. “Misha, honey, I can't breathe. And the food is getting cold. I thought you said you were starving.”

He released her with a rough breath and a shake of his head, then darted for the stove. “I am.”

Another pair of arms wrapped around her before she had a chance to speak. “Intentional or not, you gave us both a gift. I hope you realize that.”

“I do. And it was intentional,” she muttered into his arms. “But I'm about as ravenous as Misha, so let's save the presents and tears and dramatic expressions of undying love until after dinner. And dessert.”

That snapped Jensen out of his sappier moment, and he loosened his embrace. “You had time to make dessert?”

She wriggled free of his arms and shooed him towards the stove. “No, I didn't. But I had time to stop at the liquor store.”

Misha, full plate in hand, sat at the table to her right. “More wine?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“Beer?” Jensen stated. “Beer counts as dessert. Depending on the kind.”

Y/N headed for a cabinet as she replied. “No, not beer, although I have some in the fridge if you'd like one with dinner.” Wine glasses in hand, she picked up the uncorked bottle of Pinot on the counter and returned to the table.

“If not beer or more wine then… whiskey?” Misha asked.

She grinned as she poured him a generous glass. “Technically it's whiskey.”

Jensen squeaked a gasp as he arrived at the table with a heaping plate. “Did you buy scotch?”

Finally seated, Y/N said, “I did.”

“I don't suppose you'll tell us the distillery,” Misha teased as he cut into his food.

Y/N followed suit, slicing a meatball in half and devouring it. Savory red sauce filled her mouth, the myriad flavors combining for a taste unlike any other meal to grace her pallet. After finishing that bite, she said, “I will not. You'll have to wait until after dinner.”

A mischievous grin spread across his lips as Jensen spoke.

“Presents and scotch. Sounds like a proper date to me.”

“So which bottle should we open?” Jensen hefted his last Christmas gift. “The Bowmore or the Balvenie?”

“Jensen!”

His wide-eyed stare snapped to hers. “What?”

“We are not drinking your Christmas present tonight,” Y/N declared. “It was a gift. Besides, I bought the Twenty-Six on a whim, and I feel absolutely disgusting having spent such an exorbitant amount of money on liquor. I'm opening the Bowmore.”

Jensen stood with her as he protested. “There's no one else I'd rather drink the Balvenie with.”

Of course, he would say that. Y/N crossed the room for the liquor cabinet and withdrew the bottle of Bowmore. “Fair, and while appreciated, I would really prefer if you held onto it for a special occasion.”

He covered her hands as she tore at the seal of the bottle. “This is a special occasion.”

“It's a makeup date.”

“It's what should have happened on Christmas,” Misha insisted as he rose. “But if you're sure,” he paused as he withdrew Jensen's hands from hers. “We'll drink the Bowmore.”

“In your bedroom.”

Her glare darted from Misha to Jensen. A dark glaze deepened the green of his eyes, wicked, haunting, and alluring all wrapped up in one piercing look. A look she knew, had grown familiar with it over the last seven months. She had learned his game in that time. That bet promised everything he could give her. No. More. Misha lingered beside him, inching closer with each passing second.

She would see that bet. And raise him.

The thick glass of the heavy bottle dragged across the top of the wooden cabinet, and the crystal drinking glasses followed as Y/N turned for her room. She ventured a single step unaccompanied, but by the second, their wide strides joined her. Over her shoulder, Misha towered with Jensen right behind. Confident. Cool. And yet, she could taste their want, smelled in the air she breathed, and witnessed it plain as day on their faces.

Her bedroom door swung wide at the push of her hand. Dull lamplight cast a subtle shade of yellow across the room from opposite corners, and the bed sat centered opposite the door. “I'd apologize for not setting any kind of mood but,” Y/N began, “but I'm pretty sure neither of you care.”

“We don't,” Misha agreed as he took the bottle from her hand and served three generous pours into their glasses. He took one from her and handed it to Jensen, then set the bottle on her nearby dresser. “I appreciate the thought.”

Jensen raised his glass. “To you.”

“To Y/N,” Misha echoed.

She touched her glass to each of theirs. “To us.”

They repeated her and drained their glasses in smooth swallows. Heat radiated from her throat to her chest, filled her stomach, and raced to her toes. The only warmth that rivaled scotch was Jensen's hands, bereft of his glass and wrapped around her hips. Her glass slipped from her hand, whisked away by Misha as Jensen picked her up with such ease, her cheeks stung.

“Only one drink?” she asked as he neared the foot of her bed.

“No need to get sloppy,” he replied. “I want to remember this for the rest of my life.”

As he lay her on the bed, Jensen pressed into her, his weight solid, secure. His thick thigh parted hers to grind against her core and his lips found purchase along her jaw. A slick trail of kisses dotted her neck, her collar, and down the plunging neckline of her t-shirt. In that wave of sensation, she sought balance in his hair, so soft between her fingers. But then the bed shifted, and her wide stare snapped to her right and found Misha crawling towards her from the foot of the bed. He wore nothing but his boxers, a pile of his clothes gathered at her feet.

“You don't get her all to yourself this time,” he stated under his breath. “Back up.”

Jensen froze and regarded him from between her breasts, his hands cupping them. “Whoa, slow down, you're way ahead of us.”

“Maybe you should catch up,” Misha suggested. A coy smirk curled the corner of his lips as his stare locked with hers. “I'll help Y/N out of her clothes.”

A second of hesitation stayed Jensen's hand but then he stood and stripped. He managed to discard his sweater and t-shirt and started on his belt before Misha had even moved.

“Now you're the one that needs to slow down,” she said.

His belt hung from his unzipped pants, slack on his hips. A peek of briefs and pale skin shown beneath the hem of his shirt. “Will you two make up your minds?” he said with his own coy wink.

For weeks, Y/N had imagined how that very moment might come to pass. Her bedroom had always played a part. But beyond that, she wondered how they might end up there, in what configuration, where and how and even a little bit of why. So many iterations of that daydream had played in her mind, each drastically different from the last. But what always remained constant was the ache. The yearning. The outright desperation to finally experience that culmination of sensations.

And yet, there in her bedroom with Misha peeling away her clothes and Jensen stripping himself, Y/N could hardly believe it was actually happening. It wasn't until Misha tugged at her pants that she felt the air of the bedroom cool her heated skin, chest bare and pebbled with gooseflesh. A shiver coursed down her spine as he slipped from the bed and discarded her pants, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Back on the bed, Misha sat beside her, still in his briefs, but they left extraordinarily little to the imagination. And much like Misha, Jensen stood before her as he tugged at the waistband of his own boxers. The hard ridge of his cock strained against the fabric as he drew them down his thighs. Inch by inch, he revealed himself, and Y/N watched, unblinking. How could she? It felt as though she were seeing him in all his naked glory for the first time all over again.

To her right, Misha groaned as though he read her thoughts. And bless Jensen's heart, he blushed. Pink from nose to navel, he looked as shy as a schoolboy. He halfheartedly attempted to cover himself with one hand as he turned his hips aside and said, “Quit ogling.”

A pointed look to her bare chest preceded her retort. “You first.”

“Never.” His wicked grin returned as Jensen knelt beside her. Hotter than the sun, his touch at her hips lanced fire through her body, and an unbidden sigh escaped her lips.

Misha must have taken that as his cue, for he followed suit and shifted behind her, deft fingers soothing the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck. Her head lolled from side to side and her eyes rolled closed as he explored, knots eased and mind calmed. In time, she breathed with him, and though Jensen teased the sensitive skin of her hips and thighs, nothing would distract her from Misha's presence.

Except for the sudden fullness of Jensen's fingers slipping inside her.

Y/N sucked in a gasp as her back arched in a spasm. “Fuck, Jensen, that was mean, you knew I wasn't ready.”

He withdrew his fingers and examined them in the bedroom light. A fine sheen of her arousal coated them both. “Your pussy suggests you are plenty ready. And I know you loved it.”

Though she tried to appear mad, Jensen slipped his fingers back in before she could speak. Only an indignant squawk left her open mouth, one that faded into a high moan and dragged on as he began to stroke.

Behind her, Misha released her and shifted on the bed. When he returned to her, he grasped her wrist and dragged it to him. The hot, firm length of his cock filled her grasp as her fingers wrapped around the shaft. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

She looked over his shoulder and found Misha kneeling over her, a deviant look in his eyes. “Turn over.”

“But Jensen—”

“Will move,” Misha finished for her. “He's a big boy.” He paused as he glanced at Jensen. “A very big boy.”

Y/N did as he said and turned to him, and Jensen's touch withdrew. On her hands and knees, she looked up to Misha and asked, “Here?”

Misha's too gentle touch cupped her chin. “Right there,” he said as he angled the tip of his cock to her lips. “I'd like to feel this again.”

Even on her lips, the aroused flesh of his cock seared, hot and throbbing with want. She enveloped him to the head, ready to take him into her throat until that familiar fullness returned. A muffled cry breathed through her nose as Jensen spread her, not with his fingers, but with his cock buried to his pelvis in her cunt.

“Holy shit, I missed this,” Jensen shuddered as he rolled his hips. “Tight, wet, and wrapped around my dick. Oh, baby, you look so good on me.”

Misha groaned and echoed him. “These lips.” He paused for a breath. “God, they are sex incarnate, sin and lust and pleasure all wrapped around my cock.” Subtle rolls of his hips sent him down her throat. “And you take it like such a good little slut.”

Jensen's hips faltered a beat, but when she moaned on Misha's cock, he recovered. “How long have you been calling her that?”

“What?” Misha breathed. “Oh, slut? We tried it out a couple times before break. Along with a few other things.”

The bite of Jensen’s nails shot arousal straight to her core, and Y/N quivered under the wave of sensations. Christ, but she had imagined this. Anticipated it. Planned on it. Spit-roasted by the two men she had always adored but had grown to love? That had been near the top of the list. And yet, in the midst of the act, she floundered in the torrent of sensations.

But then a new arousal slammed her consciousness back into the present. Jensen teased the rim of her asshole as he asked, “Like these kinds of things?”

Misha hummed his approval, and Y/N felt his erection spike with a hard flex of his cock. “And others. I think you'll be quite pleased. She'll give us a run for our money in the bedroom.”

Jensen grasped her ass harder, thrust a little faster, and a guttural growl rolled from his throat. “Good God, honey, if you let us abuse you like this, we'll do anything for you.”

“Be careful, Jen,” Misha sighed. “She'll tie you to the bed, tease you into the most painful erection you've ever had, then leave you there until you burst without anything touching your cock.”

A long groan sounded from behind her, and that time Y/N felt Jensen's extra jolt of arousal. “Baby, I'd pay you to do that to me,” he groaned. The slick, sweaty heat of his chest met her back as he leaned into her ear and whispered, “But only if you tie Misha to a chair and make him watch.”

She reared back and withdrew Misha from her mouth. “Lucky for you, I'd do it for free,” she said over her shoulder. “But if we keep talking about it, we won't get much further tonight. And I want the fullest experience. If you get what I mean…”

Misha grasped her by the chin once more and pulled her to his lips with a rough jerk. His tongue dove into her mouth for a rough kiss, only to tear her away the second she pressed for more. “Next time, I'm coming on your face.”

“Only if I get to ride yours first,” she retorted.

“Deal,” he stated. “Now, turn around. I've been dying to feel this, too.”

Jensen withdrew from her with a snap of his hips, and Y/N shuddered at the sudden emptiness. Cool air chilled her arousal that ran down her thighs, and though she knew what was about to happen, her fingers shook as she turned around. When she grasped Jensen's shoulders, a concerned furrow of his brow darkened his stare.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he asked. “It's absolutely fine if you say no. We can do something else.”

“Better say it now before I open this though,” Misha teased as he flicked the foil wrapping of a condom.

Despite her unsteady hands, Y/N laughed. “I'm just nervous. I promise, I can take you both.”

Jensen grinned as he hooked one arm under her left leg. “That's my girl. But if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, tell us immediately. We'll adjust. This should feel…” He paused, whether for dramatic effect or to concentrate on slipping his cock between her lips, she couldn't tell. “Amazing.”

Four. All four hands grasped her, greedy fingers biting into her flesh, and not a single coherent thought penetrated her mind. Heat enveloped Y/N from behind as citrus and leather filled her nose, Misha's presence overwhelming. He grasped her by the ass as Jensen hooked his other arm under her right thigh and lifted. Weightless between them, their strength bore her as if she belonged in their arms, perfect in every way.

“Ready?” Misha asked, lips brushing her ear.

She dared not speak, her tongue heavy and unwieldy in her mouth, so she only nodded. And then that full, spread sensation returned. Jensen eased into her inch by agonizing inch. More. She wanted—no, needed more. More of them both, immediately, more of their touch, their lips, their lusty stares. Everything they could give her she needed in the moment Jensen's pelvis met hers, his cock completely sheathed.

But then the world shattered. Ice flowed through her veins and fire seared her flesh. Her mind warred with every sensation ravaging her body as Misha slipped into her ass without any further warning, not even a preceding touch. Full, so full, Y/N had never felt such a completely overwhelming rush of arousal, she nearly wept her moan of pure ecstasy to the sky.

Jensen gasped with her, and his hips stuttered as he withdrew. “Fuck, Misha, I… I think I can-”

“Feel you,” Misha grunted. “Christ, that's insane. I mean… I knew it was a thing but… holy fuck, I didn't think it would feel quite like this.”

He moved before Y/N had a chance to think, let alone speak. Jensen's lips landed on Misha's so hard, she worried he had hurt him. But Misha clearly did not mind, for his hips thrust in a sudden burst of speed, and Jensen followed. Their lascivious sounds drowned out the cacophony of her reeling mind, the wet locking of their lips and laving of their tongues far more arousing than she thought possible.

More. Despite all that they gave her, she needed more. As though he had read her mind, Jensen parted from Misha and swiftly turned for her, his wet lips tasting of them both. Misha suckled at her ear, then down her neck as Jensen's tongue dove into her mouth, and the mess they made of her heated the arousal between her thighs to a rolling boil.

Jensen swallowed her moans as he thrust into her, and though she struggled to breathe, Y/N hardly cared. In their embrace, smothered, a surreal sense of freedom consumed her. Safe in their arms, she surrendered to their strength. Though Misha yet held her, his hands roamed, one over her hip to tease her swollen clit, and the other grasped her breast. All the while he, too, thrust into her, hips slapping against her ass in time with Jensen.

“I'm… I can't keep this up much longer,” Misha muttered into the crook of her neck. “Your… God, your asshole is fucking amazing.”

Jensen tore from her lips and Y/N's moan burst free from hers as he said, “You better keep at it for however long she lasts, or I'll bend you over the foot board—”

“Holy fuck, I'm gonna come.”

Misha's hips stuttered and Jensen nearly dropped her. She grasped his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle, and he sucked a sharp breath through gritted teeth. When they remained stilled, Y/N begged for them to continue.

At least, that was what she thought she had said. Maybe not the exact words. But the general idea had crossed her mind. She might have said it. Coherently, even. And yet, their response suggested otherwise. Jensen shifted her weight in his arms until she turned on her knees to face Misha. Beneath his stare, a long moment passed before she realized just how empty she felt. Then the room tilted until she landed atop Misha, tugged atop him as he collapsed to his back on the bed.

He smiled his brilliant smile, bright blue eyes wide as they stared at hers. Full of wonder, his gaze searched hers, but for what, she couldn't be sure. Answers? To what questions? She hoped he found whatever it was he needed, for she found the confidence and belief to assuage her earlier concerns in his.

“Ready?”

Foil crinkled from behind her, and when she checked over her shoulder, Y/N found Jensen tearing open a fresh condom. She turned back to Misha as a grin spread across her lips. “Are you?”

Fullness returned as Misha slipped between her lips and slid inside, bereft of his condom. A breathless moan seeped from her lungs as her back arched, fingers clenched, thighs flexed. Misha's groan accompanied hers, short rolls of his hips coating his cock in her arousal. That little movement—his thick shaft gliding between her lips, pelvis grinding against her clit—was enough to unravel her in a single moment. But that, she knew, was only the half of it.

A familiar pressure spread her asshole as Jensen slipped in, each inch easing the taut muscle. Nothing else compared to that sensation. Greedy fingertips bit into the meat of her hips, and a gentler grasp cupped her breasts, stiff nipples rolled between thick fingers. Rhythmic motion, syncopated thrusts, and timed breaths sang their song of pleasure, a sound no sweeter. The soft fullness of Misha's lips found hers with such a sudden need, Y/N whimpered.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” Jensen stated.

When she parted from Misha, delirious drivel dripped from her lips as she tried to speak, so tongue-tied by the moment. No matter how hard she focused, the physical sensations inundating her senses controlled every ounce of concentration she possessed. In perfect time, they alternated thrusts, their pace slowly, agonizingly speeding up.

In too few minutes, the apex of her pleasure encroached. Though she had imagined that release, the myriad minutia and diminutive details of every step along that path, with the moment upon her, Y/N resisted. If she held out, the night might last a little longer, their time together that much more complete. But as her moans crept ever higher, Jensen and Misha renewed their pursuit of her pleasure, thrusting harder and faster, bodies slapping, and lips plying her flesh. While they were both doing their best, it was Jensen's whisper in the crook of her neck that toppled her over the edge.

Tightly coiled arousal burst at the seams and crashed into her with such force, her cry clipped short, and her breath caught in her lungs. Fractured spasms stuttered her hips as Jensen and Misha continued to the thrust into her at their own disjointed paces. In the grip of her release, the multitude of sensations drowned out everything until a sudden combined thrust from both men filled her to the brim.

The shock of such fullness startled her into focus, where she found Misha's face contorted, eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched as a sharp inhale filled his lungs. His hips snapped down and withdrew from her completely as he reached for her hip. Between her thighs, he stroked his cock with short, quick flicks of his wrist. Deep grunts emanated from his tightly shut lips until his breath, too, stuck in his throat, and a hard flex of his cock lanced long white ropes of cum from the tip. Warmth ran in tiny rivulets down her ass, her cunt as Misha came on her. Beneath her, he shuddered in a final flex of release, grunting as the last of his orgasm dribbled beads of cum from the tip of his cock.

Not a heartbeat behind, Jensen withdrew from her and tossed the condom aside in one fluid stroke. The two men could be no different in their arousal; where Misha's harsh jerks and forceful hips ordered release, Jensen's long, graceful strokes and rolling thrusts into his firm fist seemed to gently coax his orgasm from him. He appeared almost as if he posed for a photographer, like some sort of statuesque art, his free hand smoothing his chest and thumbing a pebbled nipple. Proof of that poise softened his face, his eyes gazing longingly at her supine body—he seemed to be staring squarely at her ass—and his lips subtly parted. Faster, his deft strokes quickened until one final flourish bobbed the head of his cock, and a similar long white rope of cum flowed from the swollen head.

It landed on her ass in a graceful arc, followed by another, and yet another. Soft rolls of his wrist stroked the last inch of his shaft as Jensen sighed a soft moan, chin lifted, and eyes closed. His breath never faltered; hips never stuttered. The picture of poise, he remained still for a lingering moment, then opened his eyes as he smiled.

Without a word, Jensen slipped from her bed and darted into the bathroom. He returned a moment later, warm washcloth in hand. As gentle as she had ever felt his touch, he wiped away the evidence of their pleasure, then did his best to cleanse Misha and himself. He discarded the cloth, tossed in the hamper and promptly forgotten.

Y/N slid from Misha to lay on her side as Jensen returned to them. He curled in behind her, an arm draped over her hip as the other planted to support his head. Misha remained on his back, one arm under her head and the other flat on his chest. His bright blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, unseeing, and a soft smile played on his lips as he caught his breath. Behind her, Jensen curled in close, nose buried in her hair to nuzzle her neck.

Cast adrift, Y/N closed her eyes and surrendered to the undulating rhythm of their breath. Surreal, the deluge of sensations swelled and consumed her, until at last, her heart slowed, and her whirling thoughts quieted. In their arms, she had found something that she had missed over the years, a sense of peace, of tranquility. Serenity, even. All her worries faded away, tension seeped from her muscles, and sleep soon found them all. And in that deep dark nothing, Y/N found the solution to all her concerns.

Though the end of an era loomed, their story was only just beginning.

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tessisawriter · 6 years ago

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Hiya! I was wondering if i could get 9,11,23, and 24 with Barzy (I'm sorry i know you've gotten a lot for him recently) In a situation where they get stuck in a cabin in his hometown because of some weather warning (but the reader isn't afraid of thunder if it's a T-storm)

Flash Flood

A/N: I love writing about Barzy, don’t worry about it! He’s my favorite player 💙🧡

Warnings: One swear word, minor spoilers of Stranger Things 3

Word Count: 892

You were psyched to be with Mat in Coquitlam, British Columbia this summer. It represented a huge step forward in your relationship for him to take you home to see where he grew up; he already saw your hometown since it was on Long Island.

This weekend, Mat rented a cabin about an hour north of the Vancouver area so that the two of you could have some quality time away from his parents and sister. You adored Mat’s sister, Liana, but you did want to have some alone time with your boyfriend. You had just finished drying your hair and were about to exit the bathroom after your shower when a harried Mat came in.

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I’m just going to change into my dress. What’s the matter, babe?”

“There’s a flash flood warning, and we’ve been told to shelter in place.”

You froze when you heard “flash flood warning.” You lived through Hurricane Sandy in 2012 and saw so many people lose their homes and electricity due to the storm surge. One of your closest friends lost her home when it burned to the ground in the Breezy Point fire. You went to visit her a few days after the fire was put out, and seeing the charred remains of the foundation of her house scared the shit out of you. Since FEMA was extremely slow to help, their house wasn’t rebuilt for almost four years, and your friend and her family were forced to move in with relatives. Seeing her go through such a devastating tragedy left its mark on you. While you were lucky enough to live in an area of Long Island where the impacts were not severe, you developed a life-long fear of floods.

“You just got really pale, are you all right?” Mat asked, alarmed.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat to try and stop the tears threatening to spill. “I was just thinking about Sandy and the flooding.” When you finished talking, you started to cry.

“Come here.” Mat pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

“We’re only sheltering in place as a precaution, but even if the worst case scenario occurs, I promise I will never let anything bad happen to you.”

“I love you, Mat,” you said, cuddling into his chest.

“I love you too, babe,” Mat replied. “I’m sorry we can’t have dinner on the patio like we planned.”

“You don’t have to apologize; it’s not your fault, babe,” you said.

“I have a good idea: why don’t we start watching the new season of Stranger Things?”

“Yes!” you cheered, and Mat flashed his beautiful smile at you. Even after over a year of dating, his smile triggered butterflies every time.

“All right, I’ll go cue up Netflix, and why don’t you get dressed in something comfy?” Mat said. “Although if you want to keep the robe on…”

“Mat!” You playfully whacked him on his shoulder.

“Sorry, you’re just so damn sexy. I’ll see you in a few, babe.” Mat kissed you on the lips before padding into the living room.

You walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, an old Hofstra t-shirt, and warm, fuzzy socks. When you got dressed, though, it felt like something was missing. You opened Mat’s drawer and pulled out one of his old Thunderbirds hoodies. Once you put it on, you felt much better.

When you walked into the living room, you saw Mat had put the dinner you were going to have outside on the table in front of the couch. You would never know it, but Mat was secretly a good cook.

“That smells so good,” you referred to the bowls of seafood linguine on the table as you sat on the couch next to Mat.

“Wait a minute…is that my hoodie?”

“Bite me, Barzal,” you joked, and he kissed you on the cheek. You pulled your food closer to you on the table while Mat grabbed the remote and put on the first episode.

An hour passed, and Mat paused the show before it could move on to the second episode. He then put his arm around you, signaling that he wanted to cuddle. You curled up into his side as he hit play.

You screeched in happiness when El went to Max’s house for boy advice, and you couldn’t stop laughing during the mall montage when El and Max had a ball shopping while Mike and the boys moped.

“God, stop doing that,” Mat muttered.

“Doing what?” you asked.

“Laughing.”

“Is that a problem?” You turned your head to face him, surprised.

“Well, considering that I’m trying to watch the show but my girlfriend is distracting me with her adorable laugh, yeah,” he chuckled.

“You are too much sometimes,” you joked, kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m actually glad we got stuck in here tonight,” Mat said. “It certainly wasn’t part of how I envisioned our quality time, but I’m just happy to sit here in comfy sweats and watch you laugh. And I’m looking forward to you hiding in my arms because it’s going to get really gory in the next few episodes.”

“You really think that’s how it’s going to go?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll see about that,” you replied, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours.

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nhlarchived · 5 years ago

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NYC ~ Mathew Barzal

Chapter Three

Ch. One ~ Ch. Two ~ Ch. Three ~ Ch. Four ~ Ch. Five

Word Count: 2,573

Warnings: Mature Language

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As if going to school wasn’t boring enough on its own, Mother Nature decided to give us a rainstorm today. Thankfully the MTA station was not only directly in front of my apartment building, but also outside of where my class was being held for the day. Allowing me to avoid being completely drenched from the torrential downpour.

I didn’t mind the forecast too bad, I actually love storms. However, I enjoy them the most while I’m at home watching from the comfort of my own bed, using it as white noise to take a nap. Yet here I sit in my uncomfortable plastic seat watching droplets race each other down the glass window while a professor fifty feet away speaks gibberish into a microphone.

My class this morning was of course, one of my least favorites. Not that I hated it due to being difficult, only because I knew practically everything already and I could teach the class better than the professor himself. So, for entertainment before I passed out from pure boredom, I decided to occupy myself by texting Mathew after his morning practice had ended.

Similar to how he is in person, he was great with holding a conversation. In fact, I almost forgot I was even in class. He decided to explain more in depth on his life back home in Vancouver, telling me about his parents, sister and even about their dogs that he’s apparently terrified of. I was so invested in the stories he was telling that as he was confessing some embarrassing ones, I accidentally let out a giggle that I had to quickly cover with a fake cough to not disrupt the class. Although I couldn’t trick the people closely surrounding me as I had a permanent smile plastered on my face that my hand couldn’t even hide.

As much as I could through text, I made my potential feelings towards him obvious as he did the same for I, but after last night I couldn’t help but worry if this would work out or not. The money from nannying was the only thing covering my student loans and necessities. I was living on my own in one of the most expensive cities as a full time student. I’m fortunate enough that my distant family owned my current apartment and allowed me to reside there as long as I maintained at the very least a 3.8 GPA. However the cost of my loans, food, transportation, miscellaneous bills and school supplies were a lot to handle and nannying was the only thing flexible enough for my schedule.

Class finally released and I made my way back to the subway with only getting slightly wet from the rain. It was torturous underground as the fahrenheit was roughly around 50° and the humidity still found a way to crawl under my skin. Once on the train I took a corner seat next to the exit while a business man in a suit relaxed on my right.

My phone vibrated which I had assumed was Mathew, but to my surprise Rebecca’s name had appeared at the top of the screen accompanied by a glowing ‘slide to answer’ bar across the bottom. My heart started pounding through my chest wondering if Dennis had mentioned the event from last night. My mind imagining the worst case scenario of her telling me I can’t talk to him anymore or even worse, having them fire me.

“Hello?” I spoke nervously into the line after subconsciously sliding the white call circle with my thumb.

“Cassie! I️ hope you’re doing well!” She responded excitedly. I released an agonizing breath once hearing the positive tone she was using. She’s not the type to be passive, she’s one of those people where if she was upset or disappointed, she would let it be known.

“I’m pretty good, how are you?” I answered sweetly, now beginning to question why she would be calling mid-day like this.

“I’m wonderful, and I️ would be even better if you could do me a huuuge favor.” She suggested. Nine times out of ten this meant she needed me to babysit with short notice. However, the unusual part was she normally texts me instead of calling.

“Yeah of course, anything for you guys!” I replied joyfully. I could definitely use the extra money with the holidays slowly creeping in. Plus, I couldn’t help but still be curious if Dennis had spilled the beans yet or not, and the only way to find out was to see them face to face.

“Can you sit the kids tonight? Dennis and I️ want to have a little date night before the season starts. Mat said he’s going out with a friend but I trust you more anyway. I’m sure you probably have plans tonight but I️ figured it was worth a shot.” She explained.

‘Mat said he’s going out with a friend.’

Immediately I knew that I was ‘the friend’ since we had planned for him to come check out my lonely apartment tonight. I was bummed that I would have to cancel, but my job and income will always come first. I’m sure Mathew would understand, and if he didn’t then that would be enough verification for me to end whatever relationship we have anyway.

“No problem at all, I’ll be there!” I confirmed enthusiastically, now exiting the train that was at my stop. I covered my vacant ear with my index finger to better my hearing as I have now joined the exorbitant amount of people on the staircase back to ground level.

“Oh my gosh you are literally the best. Be here by six?” She requested. I looked down at my watch and the hands sat on the twelve and two. This gave me plenty of time to get ready before catching the LIRR in time to make it there.

“I’ll see you then.” I confirmed before we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone.

Once returning to the comfort of my warm and dry apartment, I opened a text message to send to Mathew explaining the cancellation of our plans for the night.

Cassandra: “I’m sincerely sorry I️ have to cancel tonight. Rebecca needs me to watch the kids so they can go on a date. I️ figured it’s the least I️ could do after upsetting Dennis last night.”

I pressed the send button and a little pit in my stomach started to grow. I was disappointed. I was highly anticipating hanging with him and getting to know him on a more personable level. But maybe being alone at my apartment was too quick at the moment anyway. I guess having a simple restaurant date first wouldn’t hurt.

It wasn’t long before I felt a vibration from the device in my hand. His name playing across the screen directly underneath the time. I wasted no time before entering my passcode and revealing the message.

Mathew: “Don’t worry about it I️ understand. Besides, now that I’m not going anywhere tonight, that means we get to watch the kids together ;)”

As if Dennis wasn’t skeptical enough, there was no way he was going to be enthusiastic about the two of us alone with the kids. Although, this could be the perfect opportunity to prove to him that I can maintain self control. Let’s just hope it’s the second one.

It was now a quarter till six and of course, it was still raining. I quickly sprinted to the porch where I could be protected from the precipitation. I rang the bell and it was only a matter of seconds before Rebecca opened the door, completely taking my breath away with her appearance. Wherever Dennis was planning on taking her tonight was clearly going to be elegant.

Once entering into the foyer the three kids, already dressed in their pajamas, ran up and attached to my legs. Giggles echoing through the large house as I tried to keep my balance. It warms my heart every time they do this. It doesn’t matter how much time we spend together or the short amount of time from when I last saw them. I was basically just an older sibling to them. Even the parents watched in awe as they saw the genuine joy pour out of their children.

“Alright, alright. We know you’re excited but try not to break her legs.” Rebecca recommended causing them to ease off my legs that way I could stand normal again. Dennis then appeared from the hallway handing Rebecca her purse. Nervous, I felt my body begin to sweat as I was still unsure of where we stood.

“Since it’s raining, no going outside. Also, there may be no school tomorrow, but you still have to be in bed by eight. Deal?” Dennis acknowledged the kids. They all nodded their heads before running off to the game room down the hall, instructing me to follow them. Before I went with them I turned to Rebecca as she usually has some sort of instructions to give me for the night.

“They’ve already eaten so no need to feed them tonight. If they start asking for ice cream, no problem, just make sure it’s before seven. You pretty much know the deal.” She explained while grabbing her umbrella and walking into the garage, entering their car. I nodded my head in agreement.

“Cassandra” I heard Dennis say walking up from behind me, and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to melt through the floor and disappear. “Just to let you know, Mat isn’t going out tonight anymore so he’ll be home. I️ instructed him to stay downstairs so he shouldn’t bother you guys.” He continued.

I could feel my whole body freeze when he spoke Mat’s name. I was waiting for him to say something along the lines of “If I see you with him again, we’re firing you.”, but luckily that didn’t happen.

“We should be home by midnight. If it gets too late leave Mat here with the kids and you can go home. No need to stay overnight.” He finished before entering the driver’s side of the car. I shined them a smile and waved goodbye as they left and finally I could now relax knowing Dennis is going to let this slide.

I played board games with the kids for what felt like hours but was only forty-five minutes. I allowed them to win every time because, well they’re kids, but it made this quite boring for me. However, right before seven o’clock rolled by, they began begging for ice cream just like Rebecca had foreseen.

I grabbed each of them a bowl, filling it with their desired flavors before they took off to eat in the living room while watching television. I remained in the kitchen, keeping an eye on them over the half wall, and began to rinse off the ice cream scoop before placing it in the dishwasher.

I grabbed a paper towel to dry my hands off when I felt the presence of fingertips wrapping around my waist. I quickly turned around in panic not sure of who it could be, but then I was met with a smirk that I’ve grown very fond of. A long sigh of relief escaped my mouth after seeing Mathew. My muscles relaxed and my hands that were up in surrender fell onto his chest. I could feel him giggling underneath my fingertips.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I scare you?” He teased, with his arms still around my waist as he pulled me closer to him. Between his toned muscles under my palms and the way his features crinkled in laugher, I was lost in a daze. I never thought I would see the day where I would be this attracted to someone. Especially someone I had just met.

Suddenly, a loud noise from the television reminded me of the kids in the next room. I quickly pushed him off of me looking towards the children to make sure they didn’t see anything that had just happened.

“You can’t do this around the kids.” I whispered anxiously to Mat.

“I️ can’t hug you? Come on it’s not like we’re sticking our tongues down each other’s throats.” He instigated. I rolled my eyes and ignored his comment. Moving out of his touch and beginning to tidy up the kitchen once again.

It wasn’t long before his hands found their way around my waist once again. This time feeling his entire body against my back, and his breath near my ear. My heart stopped.

“But I mean, we totally could if you wanted to.” He whispered in my ear erupting goosebumps down my arms. Of course I wanted to. I wanted nothing more at the moment, but this was not the time and place. It took everything out of my to pull from his touch. I lightly tapped my elbow onto his torso behind me before stepping out of his arms. I didn’t want to make an actual impact, just enough that he got the point. I turned around and sent him a dismayed glare.

“I️ was joking! Partially.” He continued as I tried my hardest to fight back a smile.

“Dennis made it clear he didn’t want you around us tonight. The last thing I️ need is the kids telling him we were hugging in the kitchen.” I explained, turning Mathew around and playfully pushing his back towards the stairs that lead to the basement.

“Oh no, not hugging. Only married people do that.” Mat snidely joked. I scuffed behind him as I struggled with my attempt to push him towards the door. I got him halfway there before he decided to bend his knees and lay all of his weight onto my arms, his head falling to my shoulder.

“Oh no, my knees gave out. Looks like you’re going to have to carry me.” Mathew played as I used all my strength to keep both him and I from falling over. All while trying to keep my laughing to a minimum so he couldn’t hear.

“I️ came here to babysit them, not you!” I teased finally getting him to the basement door. Yet, he didn’t let off any of his weight.

“I’ll go down on one condition.” He then added, turning his head that was still on my shoulder towards my face, where his nose now tickled my cheek.

“You have to join me down there once the kids go to sleep.” He whispered so low to the point I almost didn’t hear it.

This sent me into a whirlwind of thoughts. I wouldn’t have to worry about the kids seeing, since they’re the best sleepers ever and never come out of their rooms. Plus, it's always quiet and lonely after they’re asleep. I normally just sit on the couch and watch TV anyway. Dennis told me to head home after they were all in bed, but staying another couple of minutes couldn’t hurt right? Especially since they were expected to come home late. It sounded almost foolproof.

“Ugh my legs!” Mat said, clearly becoming impatient for my answer, as he leaned even more weight onto me.

“Okay okay okay! I’ll see you down there at 8:30.” I answered almost toppling over onto the floor. “Can’t wait.” He stated while finally standing up straight, freeing my muscles as he quickly and happily descended down the stairs.

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finsterhund · 5 years ago

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Updates of medical problems and boredom

Today, and yesterday, haven’t been too great.

I have something wrong with my right ear. I’ve tried a cleaning medicine as recommended by a pharmacist but it doesn’t seem to be helping in the longterm. There is a tightness and a pain. I can still hear out of it almost unrestricted, but it feels like the ear canal is having asthma. (only way I know how to describe it. When I have asthma my lungs tighten and hurt, it feels like my ear has done this)

I’m not sure if there’s something stuck, it’s an infection, the head injury that messes with my depth perception and balance is finally catching up with me and this is a physical impact from it rearing up years later, or what. It doesn’t pop, it feels like there’s liquid inside, but I can hear out of it.

I will be seeing my doctor as soon as possible about it.

My left ear is fine.

Additional updates:

I am really bored. Occasionally we will go outside just to do something. I love grocery shopping because I get to stretch my legs and walk in air conditioned buildings. I want to go to the lake again. I miss conventions, movie theaters, thrift stores and pawn shops, etc.

The package problems continue. Had a package in my city ready to be delivered but now it’s saying it went back to Vancouver. Um... what? It says the expected delivery is still today though. This is the same package where the seller was extremely unhelpful describing the item in more detail and I technically have no idea what I’m getting. A rare copy of HoD, with potential additional goodies, and no saying how much of the original packaging is intact. At worst it’ll just be the disc. Best case scenario is the rarest copy in-box with one of the rarer pieces of merchandise that has eluded me for years. Fingers crossed.

DHL puppy is MIA yet AGAIN. The people who were apparently holding him to be picked up said that they only hold packages for 30 days. It has been less than 10. At this point I am just so confused.

I got a small “tent” for the top of my bed called a Dream Tent and it is one of the greatest investments I’ve never gotten. It is space-print and creates this cozy little cave to sleep under. It was the perfect size to clip onto my mattress. I compromised, as turns out it’s not feasible to get a small tent and set it up in my room. This works as intended.

I started calling it the Spot Cave

Fishy Tiny, Eric Hill Spot, and several other dogs are currently outside of the tent to the right. But note that they will definitely find their way into the Spot Cave within the next day or so. This makes it easier to drown in stuffed dogs.

But yeah. I am in a considerable amount of pain because of my stupid ear. I’m coping by taking more of my pain medicine and trying to flush it with warm water. We tried driving up the mountain but it didn’t help. If it doesn’t get better by the time it says it should I will definitely get my doctor to fix it. Reminds me of the ear infection I got when I was fairly little and how much I hated that. Pretty sure it was the same ear.

But yeah. Apologies I’m not able to do much. This obviously causes a lot of pain.

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10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac

Think positive. Don’t worry; be happy. Keep calm and carry on. Maeve has heard it all before. She’s been struggling with severe anxiety for a long time, and as much as she wishes it was something she could just talk herself out of, it’s not. She constantly imagines the worst, composes obituaries in her head, and is always ready for things to fall apart. To add to her troubles, her mom—the only one who really gets what Maeve goes through—is leaving for six months, so Maeve will be sent to live with her dad in Vancouver. Vancouver brings a slew of new worries, but Maeve finds brief moments of calm (as well as even more worries) with Salix, a local girl who doesn’t seem to worry about anything. Between her dad’s wavering sobriety, her very pregnant stepmom insisting on a home birth, and her bumbling courtship with Salix, this summer brings more catastrophes than even Maeve could have foreseen. Will she be able to navigate through all the chaos to be there for the people she loves?

Maeve struggles with severe anxiety. She can’t help but worry about everyone and everything, which can often be debilitating. When her Mum decides to take a 6 month trip to Haiti, Maeve gets sent to live with her Father, a recovering addict struggling with sobriety, and her pregnant step-mum in Vancouver. However, her move to Vancouver brings a new slew of worries which Maeve struggles to control. She meets Salix, a cute violinist, and a romance begins. However, her anxiety makes navigating her relationship and her life hard, and unforeseen events happen that starts to test her limits.

10 Things I Can See From Here was a fantastic portrayal of anxiety, with the added elements of a f/f romance. Maeve’s anxiety is largely focused on death. She creates obituaries in her head and memorises death statistics as a coping mechanism. When her Mum doesn’t text back, she thinks of the worst-case scenario. My anxiety isn’t as severe as Maeve’s, but I could really relate and I totally understood the intrusive thoughts that come hand in hand with anxiety.

The opening was FANTASTIC. I loved the little list at the beginning titled ‘Stupid Things People Say’, such as ‘You are not your anxiety’, ‘Don’t exaggerate’, ‘Keep calm and carry on’, ‘What is there to worry about?’, ‘Just put it out of your mind’, ‘Why get upset about something so small’, and many other things. Anyone with anxiety has heard these MANY times, often from people close to us.

10 Things I Can See From Here is a very character-driven novel – Maeve is at the centre of this story. So if that isn’t your thing, I’d steer clear of this. I liked Maeve, she felt familiar and authentic. I’ve seen a lot of negative reviews which state that they disliked Maeve largely due to her anxiety. Stating that her anxiety is unbelievable and annoying and that Maeve is selfish and obnoxious because of her anxiety, which I think is highly disheartening – especially in a book with such realistic portrayal of anxiety.

I liked that Maeve had a supportive family. I loved her relationship with her step mum. It was a very positive one which I think is unusual in YA – her conflict with her family was with her father who is a recovering addict that is struggling to stay sober. I’d have loved to see more of her relationship with her mum, but she was absent for the whole book, but I got a sense that the relationship was really supportive, so I’d have loved to have seen it.

I really liked her relationship with Salix. It was slightly insta-love – more like insta-attraction – but there was some really good development and it was super cute. I also really loved Maeve’s description of her attraction to girls:

“Being queer was also about not being into boys. Just as it was about attraction, it was also about an absence of attraction, like white space. Girls shimmered, as if all the light shone on them and not on the boys at all. Boys were hardly there, just shadows and background noise. I liked how girls talked, and moved, the way they smiled, or tucked their hair behind an ear…the lines of their arms and the curves of their bodies.”

Another positive of the romance was that it didn’t ‘cure’ her of her anxiety. In fact, nothing really changed with her anxiety, which I liked because we all have our own coping mechanisms (as did Maeve), but anxiety never goes away.

While I really connected with Maeve, I do feel like the secondary characters and story itself could have been fleshed out a bit more, as it was very character driven rather than plot driven. I’d have also liked to see some closure at the end, especially regarding her father and his sobriety.

While I thought the representation of anxiety was realistic and authentic, I want to warn readers that because Maeve suffers from severe anxiety and a lot of intrusive thoughts, if you suffer from anxiety yourself it may be a bit difficult to read and may trigger your own anxiety. Other than that – I’d definitely recommend.

RATING: ★★★★☆

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revwinchester · 8 years ago

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Special Consultant

Summary: When a friend of mine introduces me to Matt Cohen, I become friends with him and his wife and Matt brings me up to set in Vancouver where I get the opportunity of a lifetime.

Author: revwinchester

Word Count: 2653

Characters: Matt Cohen and family, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Richard Speight Jr., Robert Singer, oh, and Me - Rev - and my friend Paul! No romantic pairings (apart from people who are married in real life)

Warnings: None that I can think of apart from this is RPF, which I know isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.

A/N: This was written for @iwantthedean‘s You AU Challenge (which I believe you can still sign up for if you want to join in the fun)! It’s my first attempt at RPF so if that’s not your thing, you might want to skip this one. It felt weird writing real people, even without any romantic entanglements, so I’m not sure it’s something I’ll try again in the near future but I’m glad I gave it a shot at least this once. Mostly the AU part is me getting added into their world and a job that I wish was real with all of my heart because I would be a perfect fit for it... But some of it is real - I do have 2 advanced degrees in religious studies and I’m considering (though I haven’t started) a Ph.D. focusing on angelic lore. Also, Paul is based on a real life acquaintance who may or may not have gotten to meet Matt Cohen; I haven’t actually asked him.

Special Consultant -

In the end, it had all been so simple. Granted, I was fortunate to have a rather talented acquaintance who had landed a recurring role on General Hospital. Paul’s new job put him into regular contact with Matt Cohen and the pair had become good friends and now, here I was, about to step onto the set of Supernatural.

I had followed Paul’s career from the time he was a bartender in a small Pennsylvania town, singing karaoke with me and some of the other regular patrons. He’d done a short stint in Hollywood previously but had left for a girl. She’d ended up dumping him and he started working harder and saving to make his way back to the west coast. Once he’d gotten out there, he got an agent and a bartending job for some steady income while he gave acting another shot. He’d landed a few small roles on network television shows and had even been up for a part on The Flash.

Whenever he posted about a new audition or a potential role (always careful not to share so much information he’d get in trouble with the producers), I always made it a point to send an encouraging comment. It was exciting to have a front row seat to someone following their dream and making strides toward achieving it. Hollywood is a big place, though, and I’d never imagined that something like this would come of my one time karaoke partner chasing his dreams.

After he posted a short video from his General Hospital dressing room announcing his participation in the show, I decided to send a little more than a comment. I shot him a quick message - “Congrats on GH! Love the show and hope you have a blast! Following your LA adventures from afar has been awesome.” I’d hesitated to send the message initially, would he even remember who I was? After all, I hadn’t interacted with him outside of the bar where he had worked. I was a regular at the bar on both trivia nights and karaoke nights and we’d sung duets together on more than one occasion, but it had been 4 years since he’d packed up and moved across the country with his dog.

In the end, I decided to send the message. Worst case scenario, he looked at it and deleted it, I figured. But he hadn’t done that. The message had opened up a conversation that the two of us held sporadically over the next few months (oh, the wonders of the internet). When I shared that I was planning a trip to California, including a stop in Los Angeles, he invited me to join him and a few friends for drinks one night.

A few friends ended up being some of Paul’s General Hospital cast mates, including one Mr. Matt Cohen and his wife. I had hit it off with the Cohens and by the end of the night we had exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch once I had flown back home. To my surprise, we actually did. My friendship with Matt was great but Mandy quickly became one of my closest friends. It was her idea for Matt to bring me up to Vancouver with them the next time the show called for Young John Winchester. Mandy would be going, too since their son would also be appearing in the episode; the writers had decided it was time for Dean to meet his toddler self.

I figured I’d spend most of my time with Mandy and their son and I’d catch a quick glimpse of Jared and Jensen if I was lucky but Matt had other ideas. The first day he was set to be filming, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the set. He was the first actor to arrive and introduced me to a few of the crew members including the episode's director, Richard Speight Jr.

After some stilted, stuttered greetings on my part and a genuine smile on his, Rich had to get back to work. He left me with three instructions, “Just stay quiet while the camera’s rolling, if you need anything, ask a P.A., and have fun!” With those words and a wink, he was back to talking with the D.P and the camera operators about how to get a specific shot he wanted.

“You didn’t tell me he was directing!” I hissed at Matt who had been shaking with silent laughter during my entire interaction with Rich. “Gabriel is, like… and Rich…”

“Are you starstruck, Rev?” Matt asked.

I didn’t answer. I only scowled at him.

“You are! This is adorable!” His laughter wasn’t so silent anymore so I glared at him harder, which only caused him to laugh harder. “You made it through an entire evening out with Paul, me, and a bunch of other Hollywood people with no problems and have spent the better part of the last year as friends with Mandy and I. I never expected this from you! This is going to be so much fun.”

I balled my hand into a fist and shook it at him in an empty threat. “Cut it out, it’s not funny,” I practically whined.

“Look, all the people on Supernatural are some of the nicest, most down to earth people you will ever encounter in this business, ok?” Matt assured me. “Just take a deep breath and you’ll be fine.”

I nodded and did as he said. As I released the breath, Matt’s eyes lit up and he asked, “You know, we’ve never really talked too much about Supernatural. Are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, I could tell he was up to something, but I still answered with a suspicious voice “Sam, why?”

“BOOM!” a familiar voice shouted from behind me. “Suck it, Jensen!”

Two seconds later, my eyes went wide as I realized why I recognized the voice. I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks as I mouthed to Matt “I hate you.”

He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek before whispering “love you too!” in my ear and grabbing my shoulders to spin me around. “Jared, Jensen, this is my friend Rev. Rev, Jensen and Jared.”

“H-hi,” I stammered, definitely more than a little star struck this time. Knowing Matt was likely quietly laughing at me again I took another deep breath as Jared and Jensen greeted me and managed to engage them in a short conversation before Gabri… before Rich needed them.

“You know, I’m pretty sure if I explained the situation to Mandy, she wouldn’t blame me for killing you,” I informed Matt in my sweetest voice.

“Now, there’s the snark I’ve come to expect!” Matt laughed. “None of that polite crap you were giving to everyone else.”

Matt’s laughter was infectious and soon enough I was feeling back at ease.

“Don’t you need to meet with Rich about filming?” I asked, finally feeling like I could handle being on set on my own.

“Nah,” Matt replied, “I’m not actually filming until this afternoon. Figured I’d bring you down here to check things out this morning when I could hang out, though.”

We spent the morning watching Jared, Jensen, and the crew work. They were starting the day filming the B.M. scene in the bunker. I got a little bit of information about the episode from their dialogue but not much. And, even if I had learned anything big, I couldn’t have shared any of it anyway. Before filming had started for the day, one of the network’s lawyers approached me with a non-disclosure agreement.

After a quick lunch, Matt needed to head to the costume and makeup trailers and, again, he dragged me along. While he was in makeup, I could feel eyes on me but whenever I turned around the only people there were the costume crew. Eventually, one of the women on the crew tapped me on the shoulder. “You’re Matt’s friend, right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, holding my hand out to shake hers. “I’m Rev.”

“I’m Dawn, the assistant costume designer,” she told me, “and I’ve got a proposition for you. One of our extras for today is really ill and we don’t have time to refit the costume to someone else before the scene needs to film. We’re pretty sure the costume will fit you with minimal alterations. Any interest in being a waitress?”

I had a quick costume fitting and was then ushered into the makeup trailer and put in a seat next to Matt who looked a little confused at the crew fluttering around me and my shell shocked expression. I explained to him what was going on as best as I could and one of the makeup artists filled in the blanks.

A script was thrust into my hands, apparently I had a line. “What did I get myself into?” I asked Matt.

“You’re going to be fine, Rev,” my friend assured me, all of the teasing from earlier gone from his voice and I actually almost believed him.

About an hour later, I found myself mic’ed up and on set dressed in a vintage looking powder blue waitress’s dress and standing behind the counter of the diner where Sam and Dean would encounter the younger version of their father.

“Action!” Rich called.

Sam and Dean were seated at the counter and the door jingled as John walked in. He sat a few stools down from the boys and I sauntered over to him. “What can I get for you, John?”

John never answered because the camera focus pulled to Sam and Dean discussing their case. “What do we know about these, what did Cas call them? Grigori?” Dean asked.

“They’re angels who were deemed too vicious to leave heaven,” Sam replied. “Some of them got out, though because we’ve taken one out before.”

“Great. And now there’s another one of these douche bags traveling through time to friggen kidnap me,” Dean added.

“Cut!” Rich shouted. “You guys are doing fine,” he explained. “There’s an issue with the sound.”

“That’s not right,” I whispered to Matt.

He looked at me quizzically as they changed Jensen’s mic out for a new one. “What do you mean?”

“What they were saying about the Grigori,” I explained, “it’s wrong. The Griori were some of the first angels on Earth and they went rogue. At least, according to the Supernatural lore.”

“Hey Rich,” Matt called over his shoulder, “can you come here for a minute?”

Rich made his way over to where Matt and I were waiting for filming to pick up again. “What’s up Matty?”

“Tell him, Rev,” Matt encouraged and Rich turned his eyes to me.

“Um, so, that line, the thing they were saying about the Grigori, it’s not right,” I told the director. “Canonically on Supernatural, they were the first angels on Earth.”

“Huh,” Rich replied, sending a P.A. off to double check. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I expect he’ll come back with the same info you just told me but if I change the script like that without going through the proper checks it’s my ass on the line.”

“Oh, yeah,” I agreed. It made a lot of sense. “And, anyway, I mean, Biblically, or really deuterocanonically, the Grigori are actually supposed to have been gentle angels but a lot of them fell when they fell in love with human women and created the first nephilim. The Book of Enoch says that’s why the flood happened - you know, Noah and all that - it was to rid the world of nephilim.” I was rambling, it was one thing to meet all of these guys, another to suddenly be given a part and a line on my favorite television show, but it was a completely different beast to be correcting the writing team after the script had surely gone through a series of lore checks already. “I’m sorry, I’m babbling. I’ll shut up now.”

Rich and Matt laughed at that.

“It’s fine, we’re still waiting on sound. How do you know all of this stuff?” Rich asked, his curiosity shining in his golden eyes.

“Um, I’ve got two masters degrees in religious studies and I’m working on my Ph.D. now, focusing my dissertation on angels. Well, on an angel,” I clarified, “but I’ve read a lot on angels in general and on the different classifications in order to narrow my topic. It’s still too broad but I’ve got another year to figure it out.”

Jared had wandered our way while the sound crew was working with Jensen. “Ph.D. on angels? That’s really awesome,” he chimed in.

“Yeah. It was something I was interested in before but the final push to really study it kind of came from the show,” I admitted. “The introduction of angels opened up some really interesting lore and that’s when I really started reading scholarly works on them, just because I was curious.”

“And you said you’ve narrowed your research down to one angel in particular?” Jared inquired.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “Uh, I’m going to be focusing my work on Gabriel. He’s one of two angels named in the Biblical canon and his role as God’s messenger is really intriguing.”

“And he’s clearly the best angel,” Rich laughed and everyone else joined in. We all fell into easy banter while you waited to be able to resume filming. Right around the time the sound crew finished up, the P.A. returned and confirmed what I had shared with Rich.

When filming wrapped for this scene I went back to the costumes trailer to change back into my street clothes. Matt was still needed on set but he, Jared, Jensen, and Rich made sure to let me know that I was invited back into the wings and Rich even had a P.A. set up a seat next to his, “just in case there’s something else you need to fix,” he said with a wink.

Part way through the evening, an official looking guy with grey hair and glasses came onto the set. “Take 5 everyone,” Rich commanded and he walked over to the man, engaging him in conversation. The two walked back toward where I had been sitting and were now standing, chatting with Matt.

“Robert, this is Rev,” Rich introduced me. “She’s the one I was telling you about.”

The man extended his hand and I shook it. “Robert Singer, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well, Mr. Singer,” I replied, wondering what the hell Rich had told him about me.

“I’ve got a proposition for you. We’re looking for a special consultant,” Robert told you. “You could work from anywhere and we’d send you the scripts for continuity checks and lore insights before we shoot.”

“Let me make sure I understand,” I said. “You want me to read the Supernatural scripts ahead of time, like before filming, to make sure the lore lines up with what’s already become the show’s canon as well as to offer insights on the religious lore.” This sounded too good to be true; there was no way I had heard him right.

“It’s something we’ve been thinking about adding for a while but we hadn’t found someone who was the right fit. We think you might be that person,” he explained. “You’d need to familiarize yourself with religious lore from outside of Christianity and we’ll need you to fill out some paperwork and meet a few more people, but I’m hopeful this will work out. What do you think?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Mr. Singer, I didn’t realize the job of my dreams actually existed. I think this sounds amazing.” I replied with a grin.

ALL THE TAGS! (forevers): @deathtonormalcy56 @supernaturalyobsessed @roxy-davenport

Matt Cohen RPF Pond Tags: @manawhaat @notnaturalanahi @for-the-love-of-dean @cici0507 @quiddy-writes @jpadjackles @teamfreewill-imagine @deals-with-demons

#You AU Challenge #supernatural #SPN #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #rpf #supernatural rpf #matt cohen #richard speight jr #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #robert singer #fics by Rev

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comeandget-gomez · 5 years ago

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Facetime | Selex

With: Alex | @alexanderca1vert Where: Los Angeles / Vancouver When: September 1st, 2019

This was continued from HERE over Kik. Alex's parts are italic & with a blog quote, Selena's are not.

"I'll be fine. They can shoot around me. You're more important. If it was Jensen or Jared's wives they'd be gone without a second thought. We're a family and you're my family." He knew she didn't want to be the reason he couldn't work but if he stayed he wouldn’t be able to focus and they'd end up wasting time on him anyway.

That was the exact reason she had procrastinated telling him. Selena didn't want him to feel like he had to step back from work for her. She liked that about them, that neither held the other back in any way. "It's not like you could do anything if you were here right now," she tried but the tone in his voice was obvious, the determination wasn't something she could get out of his head. Of course she wanted him around, this was scary, and she was freaked out, but she would never ask him to.

Alex shook his head, "It's not like I'm going to be any use here. I want to be there with you. I want to be with you. I don't want you to do this alone. I might not be able to do much but I can be there." He was scared so he could only imagine how she must be feeling. The idea that he could lose her made him want to throw up. They were too young and they hadn't had enough time. They were supposed to have years and maybe some kids. He couldn't help thinking about all the worst-case scenarios.

Selena let out a sigh, she looked down, unable to face him now. She didn't want him to see how worried she really was, how scary this whole situation was to her. But most importantly she didn't want to admit how much she really wanted him there. "Alex…" she said, it was supposed to sound stern, undermine the fact she wanted him to work, but she realized it sounded more like a plea.

Alex frowned at the sound of her voice. If he had been wavering on his choice before he wasn't now. "Hey, I'll be there tonight and we'll get through this together. Whatever you need, whatever happens. Besides you're forgetting my Dad is n Angel." He teased trying to get her to smile. He could at least do that. Scrunching up his face he chuckled, "Come to think about it so is his girlfriend."

She was still torn, between not wanting to keep him from work, not be the reason he was taking time off unexpectedly, and actually wanting him there. Selena ran a hand through her hair and sighed once more. She looked up at her phone again, and his words caused her to chuckle lightly, her lips curling up into a smile. "You're ridiculous," she giggled slightly and playfully rolled her eyes. "I really don't want you missing work, you know that, right?" She said that, but her vice was a little softer now.

"I know babe. It'll be fine. Everyone will understand and it's not like I'm in every scene anyway and leaving will put them behind. It's just a few days and they'll soot scenes I'm not in." Work was a big deal for both of them and part of what had always made their relationship work was that neither of them ever asked the other to choose. They had never been put in this kind of position before though.

Selena let out a breath and pushed her lower lip out in a pout. "You're not staying long though. You have work to do," she argued, but her expression had softened. "Thank you," she said softly. "For deciding to come."

#facetime;alexc

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thrashermaxey · 6 years ago

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Ramblings: Landeskog Out 4-6 Weeks, Panther Power (March 9)

Some ill-timed news for fantasy owners of Gabriel Landeskog. The Colorado captain is expected to be sidelined for the next 4-6 weeks with an upper-body injury. This timeline effectively ends Landeskog’s regular season and makes him droppable in non-keeper formats that do not use separate IR slots, which will only be useful in the event that he returns significantly earlier than expected.

Ben Bishop bounces Gabriel Landeskog! No official word from the @DallasStars, but this certainly looks like the collision that has taken the Avs' captain and 3rd-leading scorer out of their lineup for the next 4-6 weeks.@7ElevenCanada #ThatsHockey #TSNHockey pic.twitter.com/o7Ayjwnk9Q

— Gino Reda (@GinoRedaTSN) March 8, 2019

Geek of the Week lite for you here: Landeskog is currently the fifth-ranked player in Yahoo in leagues. This should give you an idea of the company that he’s been keeping in multicategory formats.

Rank

+/-

PPP

SOG

HIT

BLK

Nikita Kucherov

200

Alex Ovechkin

267

176

Nathan MacKinnon

294

Brent Burns

248

Gabriel Landeskog

230

114

Mark Giordano

182

131

In just 68 games, Landeskog has already set career highs in goals, points, and power-play points. His shot total is the highest since his rookie season (270 SOG), while his 114 hits ranks him second on the Avalanche. Of course, playing on arguably the league’s best line with two of the league’s top ten scorers in Mikko Rantanen and Nathan MacKinnon doesn’t hurt. Regardless, it’s been a career season for Landeskog, even if it has been cut short.

Alexander Kerfoot seems like a possibility to be bumped up to the top line, which would be a huge boost to his fantasy value. Kerfoot has just one goal over his past six games, so his value could use a jumpstart anyway.

After Mike Babcock said that Frederik Andersen would be held to 56 appearances, he clarified that he miscalculated that number and that Andersen would actually be held to 60 games (Chris Johnston). The 56-appearance projection would basically have Andersen split starts with Garret Sparks for the rest of the season, but an extra four starts means that Andersen will receive close to one more start per week than that. That’s an arrangement that Andersen owners should be able to live with.

As an Andersen owner, I figured that he could be looking at a workload reduction anyway, since the Leafs have been on a collision course with the Bruins all season anyway to face each other in the first round. What’s an extra home playoff game if the team is worn out by the playoffs.

Also for the Leafs: Nazem Kadri is expected to return to the lineup after missing the past eight games with a concussion. Kadri replaced Andreas Johnsson on the first-unit power play. Johnsson had scored five points in the first four games of Kadri’s absence, but he has gone cold with no points over his last four games. TSN SportsCentre mentioned this in passing before they spent about two minutes discussing how much Auston Matthews has been struggling lately. Matthews has two points in his last five games. Oh pul-eeze, Toronto.

My fantasy playoffs start next week in my two head-to-head leagues. So in case you are in the same boat, I thought it would be useful (hopefully my opponents aren’t reading this) to share the number of games each team plays next week.

Teams with 4 games: Anaheim, Arizona, Buffalo, Columbus, Dallas, Edmonton, Minnesota, New Jersey, NY Islanders, NY Rangers, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, St. Louis, San Jose, Toronto

Teams with 3 games: Boston, Calgary, Carolina, Chicago, Colorado, Detroit, Florida, Montreal, Nashville, Ottawa, Tampa Bay, Vancouver, Washington, Winnipeg

Teams with 2 games: Los Angeles, Vegas

The Kings are especially a team to avoid next week, since both their games are on busy nights (Thursday and Saturday). At least the Golden Knights play on lighter nights Friday and Sunday, which matters when you are trying to maximize the output of your roster in a given week. The lottery-bound Kings possess the league’s second-worst offense (2.34 GF/GP) anyway, and I’ve been thanking my lucky stars that I didn’t draft Jonathan Quick, so this just gives you one more reason to avoid the Kings.

For more on the schedule over the upcoming days, check out the latest Looking Ahead.

When Cam discussed “stacking mates” in yesterday’s Ramblings, it felt like he was talking directly to me! You see, I own three Florida Panthers on one of my teams: Aleksander Barkov, Jonathan Huberdeau, and Mike Hoffman. (On this same roster, I also owned three Ottawa Senators until Matt Duchene and Mark Stone were traded.)

Yes, I can attest to the fact that this can be a risky strategy, particularly in head-to-head, where the number of games played and the team’s overall output can have a significant impact on the week’s results. It kind of happened to me by accident after Duchene was traded last season and Hoffman was traded during the offseason. Yet I won my league last season, and I’m in contention again this season. So if you decide to stack your roster, at least pick the team’s best players, which will at least minimize the risk. Otherwise, the mutual fund strategy of diversification works best for your fantasy portfolio.

If you own multiple Panthers players and this is a critical week for you, then stacking has paid back in spades for you. Barkov picked up not one, not two, not three, not four, but FIVE assists on Friday, while Huberdeau added a goal and three assists. In fact, the Barkov-Huberdeau-Evgenii Dadonov line was a combined plus-14, with Dadonov chipping in three helpers of his own.

Over consecutive nights, Barkov and Huberdeau have been scorching hot, accruing seven points each. Huby has now hit 70 points for the first time in his career, while Barkov is just three points shy of his 78-point career high set last season. Start these Panthers with confidence as their team attempts a last-ditch playoff push.

Also, Barkov has been pitching in both goals and assists over the past month.

Most Goals Since February 5#LetsGoOilers Draisaitl – 12#GoHabsGo Gallagher – 11#FLAPanthers Barkov – 11#Blackhawks DeBrincat – 10#STLBlues Tarasenko – 10

— Sportsnet Stats (@SNstats) March 8, 2019

Back-to-back games didn’t work out so well for Devan Dubnyk, though. The Wild goaltender was pulled after the first period after allowing three goals on seven shots. You would have thought the more difficult start in the state of Florida would have been against the Lightning, but he pitched a 25-save shutout against them the night before. Sometimes you just have to throw your projections out the window, but I’m also often wary of a goalie starting two consecutive nights.

Braden Holtby had his own 25-save shutout on Friday, this one against the struggling Devils. Two mediocre regular seasons have bookended a Stanley Cup run for Holtby, but at least he has won five consecutive decisions, posting a 1.58 GAA and .935 SV% over that span.

When the Jets’ offense fires on all cylinders, it is rivalled by few. Winnipeg torched the usually goaltending-reliable Hurricanes for eight goals, all of which were allowed by the usually-dependable Curtis McElhinney. Only three Jets failed to get on the scoresheet in this game, the names being Sami Niku, Brandon Tanev, and… Mark Scheifele? Wow, that’s a missed opportunity if you’re a Scheifele owner. He’s now been held without a point in back-to-back games, but I don’t think you’re complaining about his production otherwise.

Nikolaj Ehlers was the scoring star for the Jets, scoring a goal and adding two assists to go with a plus-3. It’s been an up-and-down season for Ehlers, who has 32 points in 47 games in spite of a slow start and an injury that cost him a month and a half of the season.

By the way, McElhinney’s goals-against average jumped from 2.31 to 2.52 in this game. The Jets are usually a tough matchup, yet I still don’t think I would have benched Curtis Mac in this game.

Anaheim is your typical late season team out of the playoff race that is playing loose and has some highly regarded callups like Jones and Terry playing with something to prove. No surprise to me that they are winning this game at home. Disappointing? Sure. Surprising? Nope.

— Grant McCagg (@grantmccagg) March 9, 2019

So how about Troy Terry and Max Jones? With a goal and two assists on Friday, Terry has now scored three points in each of back-to-back games. Jones scored his first career NHL goal in the final minute of the game (not an empty netter, though). The Ducks have their line combinations spread out all over the place, and their scoring sits at the bottom of the league. Normally that’s a scenario in which it’s difficult to recommend anyone, but maybe there’s still some juice to squeeze. At least Terry, who scored 41 points in 41 AHL games, is showing flashes of the player that he can become.

Carey Price’s eight goals allowed is a tough pill to swallow. Hopefully you didn’t start both McElhinney and Price; otherwise, your goaltending ratios for the week will be destroyed.

Not that this is any shocker, but the Habs’ loss clinches a playoff spot for the Tampa Bay Lightning. Get your playoff brackets ready.

Great hit, or suspension worthy? Delivered by Darren Archibald in an AHL game.

yikes Darren Archibald throws some massive hits pic.twitter.com/AMGM5pi4zY

— Sens Prospects (@SensProspects) March 9, 2019

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from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-rambling/ramblings-landeskog-out-4-6-weeks-panther-power-march-9/

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