#yo doctor sam

[arcanespillo]

"Fallen Idols"

SPN S5E05

[persevereforahappyending]

No Man's Land |4|

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Sam can’t help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k+

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Sam crossed her legs, trying to stop the bouncing of her foot, but it was no use. She just as quickly uncrossed them, so her foot was bouncing on the ground again. Her fists were clenched together, and her eyes hadn’t left the stained tile floor of the hospital waiting room. She tried focusing on the stain, silently debating if the brownish color was coffee or blood. She had been sitting in the waiting room since they brought you in, she wasn’t sure how long it had been.

“What were you thinking!” Tara’s voice came, making Sam’s head snap up. “A note!” She held up the little sticky note that Sam and written. “Went to gym, be back soon,” Tara read the note Sam had written, crumpling it up after she finished.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” Sam tried to defend.

“Then a text!”  Tara threw her arms in the air. “Ghostface attacked,” Tara held up her phone, reading the quick text Sam had sent. “Headed to hospital.” Tara aggressively dropped her phone back down at her side. “What the fuck! I thought we were supposed to be staying safe! And together!”

“Yeah,” Chad said, flopping down into the seat beside her. “Running off alone in the middle of the night is the opposite of that,” Chad gave her what she could only describe as a big brother look.

Sam could only roll her eyes. “I just needed to clear my head,” Sam sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” Mindy asked, taking the seat across from her. Tara continued to stare down at Sam, shaking her head and her arms crossed. It wasn’t often Sam was on the other end of that look. Sam was usually the one giving that look to Tara and occasionally the twins. She was beginning to understand what Tara meant every time she talked about Sam hovering and being overprotective.

“Y/N was attacked.”

“What?” Tara asked with a furrowed brow.

“Oh no,” Chad whispered, bringing a hand to his heart. Sam scrunched her eyebrows, Chad seemed to have gotten really attached to you after just one conversation, she wondered what the two of you could have possibly talked about.

“They saved my life,” Sam continued. “I was down, and they came out of nowhere.”

Mindy furrowed her brow, crossing her arms as she leaned back further in her chair. “Why were they there?” she questioned.

Sam could only shrug. “Sometimes they like to work out late.” Sam had been surprised to see you, not just because you jumped in to save her life without a second thought but because she didn’t think anyone else was in the gym at the time, there had been no vehicles in the parking lot. Mindy only let out a hum at her response though.

“What?” Chad questioned.

Mindy looked at everyone but kept flicking a glance at Sam. Sam raised an eyebrow as she waited to hear whatever Mindy had to say. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious?” Mindy questioned. “This mysterious person Sam likes suddenly shows up the same time as Ghostface?” Everyone sucked in a breath as they took in what Mindy was saying. “It can’t be a coincidence.”

Sam frowned; she didn’t necessarily disagree with Mindy as much as she hated to admit it. It was oddly coincidental that you of all people showed up just the moment Sam needed you. For all they knew this was all a ploy to get them to drop their guard down around you, to let you in and then you’d help whoever Ghostface was take them down.

“Looks like we’re about to find out,” Tara mumbled.

Sam looked up to see the doctor walking towards them. She was instantly on her feet to meet the doctor when he got to their side. “Your friend is in room 582, they are clear, and you are free to take them home,” the doctor said.

“Thank you,” Sam said, giving a grateful smile to the man.

They all made their way to your room. When they got there Sam saw the door was ajar. “Wait here,” she whispered to the others. Tara frowned but Sam didn’t wait for Tara to argue back before she pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

Sam froze in the doorway when she saw you. You were standing by the bed, pulling down your shirt. Her eyes widened at the exposed skin she saw before it got covered by your shirt. There were several scars on your back, your side, and front, your body seemed to be littered with them. Several of them were knife wounds, Sam could recognize them instantly, she had some of her own after all. There were others she didn’t recognize but looked eerily similar to bullet wounds, but she had only seen those a handful of times before.

Her eyes couldn’t help but linger on the fresh stab wound, newly stitched up. It was a large wound, just under your ribs. Sam sucked in a breath, it was her fault you had a new wound, that you were stabbed. Just a little higher and you could have died, Sam could have been the reason you died.

Before Sam could say anything, she was pushed further into the room as the others piled in behind her. You whipped around when you heard them all stumbling in. “Guess patient confidentiality isn’t a thing anymore,” you mumbled. You sat down on the edge of the hospital bed as you looked at Sam and the others.

“We’re sorry,” Sam said. “We just-”

“Why were you at the gym?” Mindy asked, cutting Sam off. Sam suppressed a sigh, if they wanted to get answers from you, jumping right into questioning was probably not the best idea.

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at Mindy. “To work out,” you said. “That’s what one tends to do at the gym.”

“After midnight?” Mindy crossed her arms.

“Less likely to be disturbed,” you shrugged. You were answering their questions but giving them nothing, Sam couldn’t blame you for being so guarded.

“So, right place right time?”

“Not exactly the way I’d describe it.” You stared at Mindy, but your face gave away no emotion. “Considering I was stabbed.”

Mindy let out something between a hum and a scoff. “How convenient.”

“If you have something to say,” you said calmly. “Say it.” Sam wasn’t sure how you could remain so calm when you were being questioned by people you didn’t even know.

“Why’d you do it? Why risk your life for someone you don’t even know?”

“So, just because I don’t know Sam means I should let her die?”

Sam started to nod, seeing your logic when she froze. Her head, along with the others, all snapped up towards you. “How did you know her name?”

You rolled your eyes and looked at the group. Sam furrowed her brow as she realized you weren’t looking at all of them but one of them specifically. She heard someone let out a hiss and turned around to see Chad with a guilty look. “Yeah,” he said, holding up a hand. “It came up in our conversation.”

Sam glared at Chad. She knew he got your name, but she hadn’t imagined he gave you, her name. He had somehow neglected to mention that little fact when he was telling everyone about his very short time getting to know you.

“Whatever,” Mindy said, waving it off. “Do you make it a habit of throwing yourself into danger?”

“I make it a habit of not turning my back when someone needs help,” you said simply.

“Guys,” Sam finally spoke up. “Give us a minute.” She nodded towards the door. Mindy looked at her, clearly wanting to question you more but Chad grabbed her and led her out of the room, followed by Tara.

“I’m sorry,” Sam whispered. “You were just stabbed, the last thing you need is a bunch of people questioning you.”

You just shrugged; it was like none of this phased you. “You were attacked,” you said. “Of course they’d be suspicious.”

Sam nodded, you were taking everything very well, though you had yet to question them, had yet to demand answers. You hadn’t even asked why a masked psycho was trying to kill Sam. She wasn’t sure if you were that uninterested or if it was because you already knew the answer.

You stood up from the bed, barely wincing as you did so. Sam saw you eye your jacket that was next to her, she grabbed it and held it out to you. You silently reached out, taking the jacket from her. You shrugged on the jacket and moved towards the door, stopping next to Sam. “Thanks,” you whispered softly.

“You got stabbed saving me,” Sam whispered back. “I’m pretty sure I should be thanking you.” You just shrugged and pushed past Sam out the door.

Sam barely had time to process what she was doing before she followed after you. She wasn’t fully sure why, maybe it was because you saved her life, but she wanted to keep you close. It wasn’t just because she liked you, she felt responsible now, you were caught up in her mess whether you realized it or not. Even if the two of you had never talked until a few minutes ago she knew Ghostface wouldn’t just let you go, you were a target now.

“Wait!” Sam called, running to catch up with you, assuming the others would be trailing behind. “We aren’t done yet.”

You lightly chuckled to yourself and gave a little shake of your head. “I am,” you said without even bothering to turn around.

Sam suppressed a groan; she should have known you would be incredibly difficult. The two of you had talked for only a few minutes but you had told them nothing. Sam couldn’t say she was surprised you were a person of few words. You barely spoke to people at the gym, it didn’t seem like you talked much to your friends either, it wasn’t a surprise you didn’t want to talk to Sam, she is the reason you got stabbed after all.

“Gale Weathers,” Sam heard a voice she knew all too well say. “Channel Four.” Sam slowed down when she saw you come to a stop. She came around your side to see Gale standing in front of you, blocking your path to the front door. “Care to answer some questions about surviving a Ghostface attack?” Gale held her microphone out towards you.

You looked down at the microphone and back up at Gale. Sam held here breath as she waited to see what you would say or do. “No,” you said and walked right past Gale.

Sam couldn’t help but smirk at the way Gale opened and closed her mouth. She slowly brought the microphone back towards herself and flipped the switch to turn it off. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” Sam asked, masking her face again.

Gale rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Sam. “I’m just following the story,” Gale said with a shrug.

Sam just scoffed; it was such a typical Gale Weathers response.  She opened her mouth to say something back but stopped when she saw detective Bailey walking through the doors. She furrowed her brow and stepped past Gale, making Gale follow her gaze.

“Y/N Y/LN,” Bailey said, raising his hand to stop you in your tracks. Once again you looked down, this time at Bailey’s hand in front of you. When you looked back up at Bailey you seemed even more annoyed than when Gale had stopped you. “Mind if we have a few words?”

“Yes,” you replied with your one-word response again.

Sam couldn’t blame you for being annoyed. She could only imagine what you were going through, it was late, you were stabbed, then Sam and her friends interrogated you, then Gale stopped you, and now Bailey was stopping you. Sam assumed you only wanted to go home, probably just wanted to rest in an actual bed.

You moved to walk past Bailey when he grabbed your arm and held you in place. You glanced to the side, looking down at Bailey’s hand on you. “I’m going to need you to come down to the station,” Bailey said. “I’m not asking.”

Sam saw the way your jaw clenched but you didn’t say anything more, you just nodded. Bailey kept his hand on your arm as he led you out the front of the hospital. Sam and Gale followed behind watching him put you in the back of his police car.

“You really know how to pick ’em,” Gale mumbled.

Sam shot her a glare. She turned around to see Tara and the twins standing there. Sam rubbed her eyes, her plan worked, she was officially tired. “Go back to the apartment,” Sam said.

“What about you?” Tara asked, stepping forward. Sam sighed and looked back to where she could see Bailey’s car still making its way down the street. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Sam turned back to her sister. “I’m the reason they’re in this mess.”

“Then I’m going with you.”

“No-”

“It’s not up for discussion.” Tara crossed her arms.

“Fine,” Sam rolled her eyes.

Tara tossed her keys to Mindy and Chad, telling them to go back to the apartment and wait for them. They all agreed to keep each other updated and text each other regularly so they all knew each other was okay. Then Sam and Tara flagged down a cab and made their way to the police station. She didn’t have a plan, but she was beating herself up, if it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have been stabbed and you wouldn’t be on your way to be questioned right now.

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[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

[bimbo-baggins17]

Thoughts on BABY DADDY SAM MONROE ‼️🫵🏼🫦

Oof okay, well first I’m gonna plug my beautiful Aga’s work link @anakinstwinklebunny

Immediately I thought of the sound on tiktok of ‘You want a beer?’ ‘He’s four!’ ‘Well I don’t know what to do with him!’

TW: mentions of weight, afab anatomy, Sam being Sam

- If we’re talking pre relationship-mending Sam, he’s not the best dad, sorry. “What do you mean you’re pregnant? I pulled out. Can’t you just abort the thing or whatever?”

- The only reason he’d go along to doctor’s appointments is because his mom would nag him and tell him it’s the right thing to do.

- Did he love you? In his own way yeah, he supposed but that didn’t mean he wanted a baby. He saw how his parents ended up and he didn’t want to be that way with you

- “Babe, where’s my last kit-kat?” You’d ask, searching your normal stash area. Your cravings were in full swing. He wouldn’t bother to look up from the video game he’s playing or magazine he’s reading, “I ate it earlier.” “Seriously Sam?” He’d just shrug like it was no big deal, “Yeah. You can always get another. Relax.”

- He’d begrudgingly rub your swollen feet when you’d ask him to, muttering under his breath occasionally and half ass doing it

- Smoking around you was still common, no matter how much you got onto his ass about it. “Sam, you can’t be doing that. Put it out!” Immediately he’d shake his head, “This is the last bit of my shit and I’m not owing Josh another favor.” “Go outside then if you have to.” “Ugh fine. Whatever ‘mom’.” You swore you were going to have two kids.

- “You’re gaining weight.” He’d point out one day and your heart would sink. “I’m pregnant. I’m supposed to.” “Still. Should try to lose some.”

- “Chicks, man.” He’d groan under his breath when you’d snapped on him for the third time today because he was being inconsiderate again. This time it was some comment about how Alyssa was hot and he’d definitely tap that.

- Something starts to change the second he feels the baby kick for the first time. He’d notice the way your eyes widen and you sit up straighter, “What is it?” “The baby just kicked.” The excitement in your voice was clear enough for him to pick up. He swallows and looks at you for a second before timidly asking, “Can I feel it?”

-It was the first time he really took interest, how could you say no? “Yeah, come here.” He walks over and you take his hands, placing them on the spot where you had felt it last. It’s still for a few seconds and he’s about to pull away when it happens again. His eyes widen and he stares in awe at your belly bump for a moment. Your smile widens as you look up at him. Slowly his own lips curl into a smile, “Wow.” He’d actually created life with you.

- Tries to convince you of some god awful name combinations for your son. Chester Daron, Atticus Taylor, Wes Manson. They’re all name combinations taken from members of his favorite bands.

- He’d get your son band onesies. Slipknot, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, Linkin Park, Korn, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He’d be the punkest baby.

- He’d be there for the birth. He wanted to barf seeing the different fluids and how your body changes as it pushes the baby out. There’s no way that’s the same pussy he’d spend hours devouring.

- But then hearing your baby cry for the first time, it caused the rest of the shift to happen in him. He was a dad. A dad. Him. He couldn’t believe it. He created life with you. He quickly wipes away the tears that were forming with the back of his hand. “Jesus. You did it. It’s actually here.” “He’s here,” You correct him, “and we did it, Sam.”

- He’d ask to hold your baby, taking it into his arms with a kind of gentleness you’ve never seen from him before. Your son would hold onto one of his ringed fingers, “Wow. Such a tight grip already, little man.” It was a sweet moment, a tenderness in his eyes as he looks at your son. “Gonna show you all the best music. None of that poser shit. I’ll teach you how to roll the best joint too when you’re old enough.” You win some, you lose some.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ The Child(ren)

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: After a mission doesn't go as planned, you and Tony find out some news.

Warning(s): injuries, panicking, pregnancy, miscarriage, birth

Notes: SHOUT OUT TO @carellmcu! Couldn't have gotten this out without you! There is actually going to be ONE MORE chapter of this series! We're not done yet! I hope y'all enjoy it! Please share your reactions!

This was the eighth morning in a row that you had woken up and rushed to the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet in time before you were throwing up. The soft padding of feet came up from behind you. A gentle, calloused hand rested against your back and began rubbing in small circles.

“Honey,” Tony’s concern was clear, “we need to get you to a doctor.”

“I’m fine,” you coughed. “Just a bug.”

“I’m not so sure about that. I think you should skip out on the mission with Barnes today, and we go to the med-bay to see what’s up.”

You sighed, leaning back against him. “I’m fine, Tony. I’ll take some meds. The mission isn’t that big of a deal, anyway. We’re just scoping out an empty facility.” You lifted your arms. “Help me up, please?”

Tony took your arms and pulled you up before gently turning you around. “I don’t think you so go.”

“I’ll be fine. You can be on comms the entire time. We’ll call for help if needed.” You went in for a kiss, and Tony pulled away.

“Not a chance until you clean your mouth.”

You laughed. “But I’m your wife!”

“Doesn’t matter. Germs!”

~~~

“So far, the coast is clear,” Bucky stated as the two of you walked the darkened cement hallways of the empty facility. Bucky was leading the way, gun at the ready.

“It better stay that way,” you replied. “I promised Tony this would be easy.”

“Oh, yeah, I got an earful from him before leaving. He said you aren’t feeling well.”

“I’m fine. It’s just been in the mornings for the last week.”

“Mornings, huh?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Just… have you thought about taking a pregnancy test?”

“No…”

Bucky shrugged as he turned the next corner. “Maybe you should.”

Your hand rested against your stomach, nerves growing at the thought of possibly carrying Tony’s child. Lowering your guard, you failed to notice the trip wire in the room you entered. You tripped over it, and a quick beeping started.

“Get down!” Bucky shouted. 

He leaped on top of you, throwing you to the floor as the building began to collapse around you. Hitting your head on the concrete, you got knocked out as Bucky tried to protect you from the collapsing building around you. With the building stopped moving, the two of you were buried deep beneath the concrete. Bucky groaned as he moved off of you the best he could.

“Y/N,” he called, gently shaking you. “Y/N, wake up.” Bucky placed his hands gently on your head, only to feel a warm liquid. He pulled his flesh hand away to see blood. “Shit.” He immediately began scanning for other injuries as the concrete shifted. Bucky leaned over your abdomen as a large piece of concrete fell on your legs. “Damn it!” His hand came up and tapped the comms device in his ear three times. “Stay with me, Y/N. Helps going to come.”

You groaned. “Bucky…”

“There you are. Stay with me, doll. Tony’s already going to be pissed.”

“I— AH!” You screamed as the pain hit you.

“I’m going to try to move the concrete. Hang on.”

“No, no! Don’t move it! It will only make it worse! And we… we don’t have a lot of air in the hole. We have to be careful.”

~~~

“I knew something was going to go wrong!” Tony fretted as he paced the quinjet. 

Bruce, Vision, Wanda, Sam, Natasha, and Steve had joined him. Bruce and Natasha were readying the medical supplies while Sam was piloting and Steve was watching over Tony. Vision and Wanda were sitting nearby, observing everything.

“Bucky and Y/N are capable,” Steve tried to remain calm. “They just need some help. They will be fine.”

“You don’t know that!” Tony yelled. 

“We’re coming up on the facility,” Sam informed. “You guys may want to see this.”

Tony punched the button that opened the ramp, and the group looked down at the facility. It was destroyed, a thick layer of dust filling the air.

“Someone, see if you can get a hold of either of them!” Steve ordered. “Tony, wait—“

But it was too late. Tony threw himself out of the quinjet and flew around the facility. FRIDAY immediately started scanning the area, sending the feed to the quinjet.

“Vision, Wanda, and Sam join Tony in the air!” Steve continued. The three were quickly out of the quinjet. “Natasha? Can you get a connection?”

“I’m trying,” she responded, working frantically on one of the computers. “Barnes? Y/N? Come in?”

“Romanoff,” Barnes coughed through the comms. “We’re under the rubble… Almost out of air… Y/N’s unconscious.

“I’ve got a location!” Tony announced over the comms. “Maximoff, I need you to move this cement carefully.”

“On my way,” Wanda replied.

Natasha, Bruce, and Steve watched from the open quinjet as Wanda used her powers to safely remove the cement. Eventually, Bucky and you were visible. Tony was flying down there before anyone could stop him, Sam close behind.

“I tried, Stark,” Bucky wheezed. “I couldn’t keep her awake…”

“You did your best, Buck,” Sam comforted, knowing that Tony’s full focus was on you.

Tony’s eyes scanned you, noting the cracked head and broken legs and the blood. He carefully picked you up and flew you to the quinjet.

“Get her on the stretcher,” Bruce ordered. 

Tony set you down as the others entered the quinjet. Sam rushed up to the cockpit and got the quinjet moving. Steve gripped Tony’s shoulder and tugged him back.

“Give Bruce and Nat some space,” Steve urged.

“She’s my wife!” Tony argued.

“Where’s this blood coming from?” Bruce mumbled as he and Natasha tried to stabilize you. “It’s not coming from her legs or her head.”

“Barnes, Rogers, keep Tony back,” Natasha demanded.

“What? No!” Tony tried to lung toward you, but Steve and Bucky were quick to grab him.

“Wanda, do something to prevent Tony from seeing or hearing us.”

“What?” Wanda questioned.

“Do it!”

With a flick of her wrist, Tony went unconscious, body going limp between the two super soldiers.

“What is going on, Nat?” Steve asked.

“The blood…” She whispered. “It’s coming from between her legs.”

“FRIDAY,” Bruce called. “I need a quick scan of Y/N. All the damages and prognoses.”

Everyone waited in silence for FRIDAY to respond.

“Mrs. Stark has lost a lot of blood,” the AI started. “She needs staples for the laceration on her head. Both of her legs are broken in multiple places… And it seems that Mrs. Stark is having a miscarriage.”

Bucky’s metal hand went through one of the computer screens. Wanda and Vision held each other while Bruce tried to keep the big guy calm. 

“Sam, get us to Wakanda,” Steve ordered. “Y/N needs the best care possible.”

~~~

You couldn’t tell if you were in pain or you were numb. It was a weird feeling, something that you didn’t like. As you blinked, you realized you were in a dim room in a glass case. Looking around, you could see Tony in the chair beside the case. He was hunched over, head in his hands.

“Tony,” you rasped, moving your hand against the glass.

Tony’s head snapped up, revealing his swollen, red eyes. “Y/N,” he breathed out. He dragged the chair closer.

“Where are we?”

“Wakanda. Shuri’s lab.”

“Why?” You could see Tony’s eyes swelling with tears.

“The facility you and Barnes were in collapsed. You broke your head open, and both your legs broke. You… you lost a lot of blood…” You looked down at your legs. You couldn’t feel them, but they looked fine. “Shuri performed surgery on your legs as soon as you arrived. You should be fully back to normal in about a month, she said.”

“Okay…” You had a feeling that none of this was why he was crying. “What else happened, Tony?”

“You…” He shook his head. “God, I should have made you go to the med-bay. I should have dragged you down myself.” His watery eyes met yours. “Y/N, honey, you were pregnant.”

You gasped. “Were?” Tears slipped down your face before you could realize it.

“You had a miscarriage… I’m so sorry, honey.”

You began sobbing. Tony stood up, pressing his hands against the glass case that separated the two of you. You were too caught up in your own world to hear him shouting at someone to get you out of there. You were gasping for air as black shrouded the edges of your vision. You failed to notice the case open and Tony holding you.

“I’ve got you… I’ve got you…” He whispered, trying to ground you.

The Team watched from the balcony above as you sobbed into Tony. 

~~~

Shuri placed you on bed rest for two weeks before physical therapy would start. She let Tony and the others take you home and said that she would be regularly checking in and sending a team for physical therapy when it was time. 

Steve benched you and Tony as well as Bucky. Bucky was struggling with the fact that he couldn’t do anything more to help you and save your unborn child. Everyone had told him it wasn’t his fault, but he was still taking it hard. You were practically his sister, and he always sought to protect you. Besides Tony, Bucky was at your side the most. You mostly slept or remained quiet, trying to process everything. There were rare moments when you were alone that you let yourself break down. Eventually, Tony caught you in the midst of one of your breakdowns.

“Honey,” he came over and wrapped you up in his arms. 

“It’s all my fault,” you cried. “I should have listened to you, Tony… I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, stop that, please.” He pulled away and cradled your head in his hands. “No one is blaming you. You didn’t know. No one knew.”

“And… you still love me?”

“Nothing could ever stop me from loving you, dear.”

~~~

As the months went on, you healed physically thanks to Shuri, but the mental and emotional healing was still a work in process. Tony and you had pulled yourselves off missions for the time being, focusing on each other and the projects in the lab.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky greeted as he came into the lab. 

“Hey, Buck!” You greeted. “Here for an arm tune-up?”

Bucky chuckled. “I guess.” He sat down in his normal chair, allowing you time to gather the needed supplies before going to him. Bucky watched you carefully as you worked on his arm. “Are you… How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” you shot him a smile.

“How are you doing for real, doll?”

You sighed. “I’m fine, Bucky… good moments and bad moments.”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“I know you’re still blaming yourself. You need to stop.”

“If I would have just noticed the tripwire—“

“Stop it. Tony and I do not blame you for any of what happened.”

“You should.”

“Bucky, I’m serious. Shuri actually told us that if you hadn’t shielded me, I might have died. So what you actually did was save me. I technically owe you my life.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, doll. You know that.”

“I know… and one day, when Tony and I have a kid, you’re going to be the best uncle to it.”

“Uncle Bucky?”

“Uncle Bucky.”

~~~

“Sweetheart,” Tony said from across the dinner table. 

Your brows pinched together at his nervousness. “Yes, Tony?”

“I’ve been thinking… It’s been a few months since the accident, and if you’re not ready, that’s okay, but I was wondering if we could try for a kid?”

“You want to?”

“If you want to.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I do.”

~~~

It was a little over a year from the accident when you walked out of the med-bay with a smile on your face and a secret. You quickly went to the store, having a plan in place to tell your husband and teammates the news.

You were grateful that Tony was alone in the lab. You came in holding a small gift bag.

“Hey, tin-man,” you greeted, “you busy?”

“Never too busy for my wife.” He wiped his hands on his pants as he turned around. His brow rose at the sight of the gift bag. “What’s that?”

“Open it.” You handed it to him.

“Okay…?” With caution, Tony pulled the tissue paper from the gift bag and looked inside. “A t-shirt?”

“Pull out the t-shirt, Tony!”

Tony pulled out the shirt and froze at the words on the front of it. In his signature Iron Man colors, the shirt read: IRON DAD.

“Are… are you serious?” Tony stammered, staring at the shirt. 

“Very,” you smiled.

The shirt got thrown to the side, and Tony launched himself at you. You laughed as he held you tightly. You could feel his tears as he buried his head into your neck. 

“I love you so much, honey,” he told you. “I’m so happy right now.”

“Me, too,” you responded.

~~~

Your teammates were informed a few weeks later with t-shirts saying SUPER UNCLE or SUPER AUNT. They were all so excited and promised to do anything they could to help out with the pregnancy and when the babies came. 

It was another few weeks when your doctor broke some news to you.

“Twins?” You repeated. “I’m pregnant with twins?”

“Yes,” your doctor smiled. 

Tony’s hand slid over your growing stomach. “There’s two babies in here?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s… wow… that’s… honey, your body is amazing.”

“I can’t believe we’re having twins,” you mumbled.

~~~

Tony was anxious for the twins to arrive and was extremely grateful for his teammates for being willing to step up so that Tony’s focus could solely be on you. You were anxious, too, especially at the nagging thought of your powers. Were they affecting the babies? Would the babies have complications or powers because of you?

You were caught up in your spiraling thoughts, hands over your belly, as you stared out to the New York skyline. Tony exited the elevator with a soft smile as he saw you standing there. He quietly came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around you. You jumped a little as he kissed your neck.

“You okay?” Tony asked, noticing that something was off.

“I’m worried,” you admitted quietly.

“About what? Is something wrong with the babies?”

“My powers… I’m scared of how they can be—how they are affecting the babies.”

“The doctor hasn’t seen anything concerning. Neither has FRIDAY nor Bruce.”

“Yes, but we don’t know everything. I’ve been doing some research, and there are tests—“

“No. I am not risking you or the babies to run some tests that don’t matter.”

You pulled away from Tony and turned to face him. “These tests do matter! What if my powers are negatively affecting the babies? What if I cause something that risks their lives? What if—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tony’s hands came up to your arms, rubbing up and down. “Will any of what these tests say affect our love for these babies?”

“No…”

“We will love these babies no matter what. The Team will love these babies. Nothing will change the fact that these babies will be the most loved and cared-for babies in the entire world. Okay?”

“Okay.” You sighed, leaning into him. “Thank you for calming me down.”

“Yeah, well, it was about time your anxiety got the best of you instead of mine.”

~~~

“Are you sure you shouldn’t be on bed rest?” Bucky asked as he followed you into the common room of the Compound. “These babies can come at any moment.”

“I can get myself some water, Bucky,” you responded, waving him off as you hobbled into the kitchen. 

“Yes, but I’m saying that you don’t have to.”

“You’re as bad as Tony.” You grabbed a cup and filled it up.

“Yeah, well—“

“Ah!” You gasped, the glass breaking in the sink. Your hands went to your stomach.

“Y/N!” Bucky rushed to your side. “What’s going on?”

“Get—Get Tony! It’s time!”

“Oh my gosh! Okay, okay! I’ve got you!” He easily picked you up.

“I—I need—Tony!”

“FRIDAY! Get Tony down to the med bay. The babies are coming!”

“Did I just hear that babies are coming?” Steve questioned, rushing over.

“AH!” You screamed again as another contraction hit you. 

“Yes!” Bucky replied. “And they do not want to wait any longer!”

“Then let’s go!” Steve said. 

The two men ran down to the med bay, where the others had already gathered. Tony ran up to Bucky and you.

“I’m here, honey,” he said, wiping the sweat forming on your forehead. “I’m right here.”

“Tony,” you whimpered.

“Let’s get her prepped for a c-section,” your doctor stated, abed being wheeled out to you.

Bucky set you down on the bed. Tony grabbed your hand as the doctor, and nurses pushed you back into the room.

~~~

Tony had a lopsided grin on his face as he returned to the waiting room to see his teammates. They all stood up at the sight of him.

“They’re beautiful,” he told them. “They’re here and they’re beautiful. Y/N’s resting, and so are the babies.”

“What are their genders? And their names?” Bucky asked.

“There’s a girl. We named her Jamie Marie Stark.”

“What?”

“Wow, Buck,” Steve smiled as he prevented Bucky from failing over.

“And there’s a boy,” Tony continued. “Peter Howard Stark.”

“Those are perfect, Tony,” Wanda commented.

“They’re perfect… And Y/N… she did amazing… The c-section is a long healing process, so—“

“We’ll help in whatever way you need us to,” Natasha offered. “We’re all family here.”

“Family,” Tony sighed with a smile. “Yes, we are.”

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Right After All: Part Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: minor angst, banged-up dean

Summary: After a hunt lands Dean in your hospital, he's in worse shape than he realizes. He has to have around-the-clock care, and you volunteer without thinking about the consequences.

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Square Filled: latte for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You haven’t talked to Dean since your fight in the hospital. You’re not sure what you’d say to him. He basically told you he didn't care about you so what can you say that will make it all better? Your boss has given you the extra hours you asked for just so you don’t have to go home and see him.

Clarissa might have him at the house and you’d rather not have to face that demon yet. So, you’ve been holed up in the hospital and even have gone far enough to sleep in the on-call room before your next shift. The hospital has showers for the nurses, interns, and doctors which is what you’ve been using to take care of yourself. 

It’s been working so far.

“Here, looks like you need this more than I do.” Your friend hands you a latte from the coffee cart on the first floor of the hospital. You take it with a grateful smile and take that first sip of Heaven. Delicious. “So, how are things with Dean?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him for a week. I’ve been too busy with work.”

“You mean avoiding him by sleeping here?”

“What should I do, Katie? He said kissing me was a mistake and he didn’t care about me. He made it clear he doesn’t think about me so that’s that. I have to move on.”

“Sounds like you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, well, life is funny like that, I guess.”

You grab some paperwork to file away when your nurse manager comes over with a clipboard in her hand.

“Y/N, I need you to check the patient in room 2319. A guy came in with a gash on his abdomen and a broken leg. I’ll page Ortho when you’re done with your assessment.”

“Okay.” You take the clipboard and walk to room 2319 expecting to see someone who got into an accident of sorts. Maybe a car accident? Animal attack? “Mr. Johnson? My name is—Dean?”

You almost drop everything and run to his side. He’s lying on the hospital bed clearly in an immense amount of pain. 

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“What happened?” You close the door so you can speak in private and approach his side. “Where’s Sam?”

“Pulling the car around,” he chuckles.

“What happened?”

As you speak to him, you’re hooking him up to monitors and getting his vital information before Ortho comes in and takes a look at his leg.

“A hunt gone wrong, I guess. I’m fine.”

“You have a broken leg and look at this gash. I hate that you put yourself in danger like this.”

“I thought you didn’t care.”

You roll your eyes and look at him. Of course, he’d bring it up like this.

“You’re an ass.” You leave the room and inform the nurse manager that you’re done with your part. You step off into the stairwell and call your sister who you have yet to see at the hospital. “Hey, did you know Dean is at my hospital?”

“Yeah, he called me in the car. He said he was fine and didn’t need me there.”

Hearing her say this brings tears to your eyes.

“As his girlfriend, you should be here to support him whether he says he needs you or not.”

“I got shit to do.”

“You know, if you’re going to treat him this way,” your voice cracks, “just end it with him.”

“What do you mean?”

You don’t elaborate and hang up on her. You wipe your tears and slow your breathing before going back to room 2319. This time, Dean is out from sedation and Sam is in the room. He has cuts and bruises on his face and arms but nothing like what Dean has.

“Hey,” you say and close the door behind you. “How is he?”

“He passed out the second they gave him morphine.”

After doing a quick check on Dean’s vitals, you grab Sam’s jaw and inspect the cuts on his face.

“Let me clean this for you.” You grab the necessary equipment and begin cleaning his wounds. “You two are always getting hurt. What does Eileen think about this?”

“She’s a hunter, too. She understands.” He lets you work in silence before breaking it with the million-dollar question. “How are you doing?”

“I’ve been better. What the hell happened out there?”

“We were chasing a wendigo. We haven’t fought one in a while, and Dean went to use his flamethrower when it grabbed him, sunk its claws in him, and threw him into the cave’s walls. I barely got to it before I could end up the same way. I had to carry him back to the car so I could get him here.”

“Dean’s lucky he got here in time. He was bleeding pretty badly. He’s the strongest person I know. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” Sam smiles.

Once you’re done fixing him, the doctor comes in and wheels Dean into surgery. Not only to fix his leg but to clean and stitch his abdomen wound together. Once he’s done, thirteen hours later, Clarissa visits him in the hospital. You’re not sure what her endgame is with Dean but you know it’s not marriage. If she doesn't love him, what the hell is she still doing with him?

“Where were you?”

“I told you. I had shit to do. Is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine. Surgery went really well but he’ll be in a cast for some time.”

The doctor who performed the surgery comes in but Dean is still knocked out from the drugs they gave him.

“He’s lucky he came here when he did. I was able to repair the damage to his abdomen and Dr. Torres was able to fix the break in his leg. He’ll be in a cast for at least six weeks but I plan for maybe ten. I have outlined how to care for the wound on his abdomen but please call me if you have any questions. Does he have someone at home who can help care for him?”

You, Sam, and Clarissa all look at each other unsure how to answer. Sam is okay enough to keep hunting and it’s not like Clarissa will volunteer to take care of him for ten weeks while he heals.

“Yeah, with me,” you blurt before you can stop yourself. “I live close to the hospital with my sister who is his girlfriend. We’ll look after him until he’s good enough to go home.”

“Okay. He needs to stay here for three days for observation but then he can go home.”

“Are you sure you want to take him? I can do it,” Sam says once the doctor leaves.

“And keep you from hunting? No, Clarissa and I can do it. Don’t worry about him. He’s in good hands.”

Three days later, you’re the one to bring Dean home from the hospital. He hates not being able to do things for himself but he’s going to have to learn since he can’t put any weight on his leg. Plus, if he moves too much, his stitches will open on his abdomen.

“This will be your home for the next ten weeks. Think you can handle it?”

You’ve made Dean comfortable on the guest bed as best as you can.

“Can you handle it?”

“I’ll manage,” you smile.

Clarissa doesn’t seem like she cares about Dean because she is never home whenever you need him to be. When you’re at the hospital, she will pop in every few hours to make sure he gets what he needs but will otherwise leave him alone. When you get off, you stay in nurse mode to take care of him. Clarissa will come home and act like the caring girlfriend only to sleep in the same bed as him.

It’s honestly exhausting.

It doesn’t matter what you do or how you do it, but you can’t seem to move on from him. You look at him and see everything you two could be. Then you see Clarissa and you’re not going to be the one to break them up. You’re not a homewrecker. It just hurts so much to see them together when you know the truth.

Weeks go by and Dean is slowly getting better but still needs someone to take care of him. You’re bringing him some grilled cheese and tomato soup, one of his favorite meals.

“I made it extra cheesy for you,” you grin and set the tray of food on the bed.

“I thought you didn’t care.”

There he goes again, saying the same thing he did weeks ago. Of course, you care. You care ven when you don’t.

“I care about your well-being.”

You take his dirty dishes and go to leave but he stops you.

“That’s not what I mean, and that’s not what I meant in the hospital.”

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean,” you scoff. You turn to leave again but he stops you by saying your name. “What do you want me to say, Dean? You made it perfectly clear how you feel about me. I’m just taking care of a friend and nothing more. I’d like to think you’d do the same for me, right?”

Is he being unfair to you? Maybe. He has his reasons for acting the way he does but maybe they’re not good enough anymore.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

You two stare at each other meaningfully. You’re about five seconds from going over there and kissing him when you hear the front door slam.

“Baby? I’m home!” Clarrisa calls out.

“We’re in here!”

Clarissa bounces into the room with a smile and goes over to Dean so she can give him a proper kiss. The worst thing about it is that he kisses her back. You turn and leave the room because if you had stayed even just a second longer, they would have seen the tears falling from your eyes.

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headcanon (not rlly cuz it’s not canonically plausible at all but shh) that Sam got prescribed medication for his depression at Stanford then when he starts road tripping with dean he keeps it secret cuz he LOVES dean but he’s also slightly embarrassed and worried Dean would judge him. Until one day Dean finds the medication in Sam’s duffel bag when he’s looking for Advil or smth and at first he’s sorta dosent understand and he asks Sam about it and Sam goes all quiet and avoiding dean’s eyes says “they’re for my depression” and Dean just dosent get it cuz what do you mean you’re depressed you seem fine to me you seemed okay when you were a kid everyone gets sad sometimes why do you need medication and it’s not coming from a place of hate but dean grew up under John ‘Toxic Masculinity” Winchester and isn’t depression a girl thing?

And he doesn’t really get it but doesn’t rib Sam too much about it cuz it seems like a sore spot so they don’t talk about it at all in their Winchester-esque way until suddenly out of the blue about 3 months later Sam’s acting irritable and won’t eat and yo-yos between not sleeping and sleeping the whole day and dean has to practically fight tooth and nail to get Sam to get up and shower and brush his teeth or hair and function like a normal person.

And eventually it becomes too much and dean finally asks Sam what’s wrong and Sam just stares at him with that blank look and then quietly and meekly admits, “my meds ran out and I can’t get a refill.”

And dean feel so bad cause he gave Sam such a hard time about the meds and if this is what sam’s like without the meds then maybe he really does need them.

And dean hates that cuz he’s Sam’s big brother he should be able to protect Sam from this but he can’t and it eats him up inside.

He pushes Sam’s messy hair back gently, and tells him he’ll fix it he’ll make it better

And Sam looks at him with those sad brown eyes and whispers weakly and somewhat bitterly you can’t fix this, dean, it’s not a monster or ghost you can fight, it’s me— my brain is broken and you can’t fix that

Dean just smiles sadly and tenderly runs his hands through Sam’s hair I can try

So Dean decides they take a break from hunting for a while, and he brings Sam food that’s light on his stomach, reads up about depression, brushes Sam’s hair for him, gives Sam baths when he can’t bring himself to shower and tries to take him outside for fresh air.

Sam gets better, even slightly, but there are somethings that are even beyond dean’s ability. Eventually they start doing hunts again, and dean can tell Sam is still struggling and he can’t get out of bed most days but Dean just muscles through those days and is extra gentle with sam.

One day, dean comes back to the motel they’re staying at and Sam’s sitting on the bed reading and dean just wordlessly drop a small orange bottle onto Sam’s lap.

Sam looks up at dean and dean sheepishly explains that it’s the meds Sam used to take

How’d you get this? Sam asks, awed

Dean grins, it’s easier to fake a prescription then you think

Sam smiles—really smiles for what feels like for the first time in days

It’s not the same dosage and I’m not a doctor or anything but you’re supposed to be weened back onto them, right? I’m sorry—

Dean, Sam cuts him off, it’s great. Thank you.

And Sam has tough days. He always will, but it’s okay and they’re both okay.

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For the drabbles thing, has there ever been a moment when Caius has worried that Tommy is dead, either because he or one of their clients took things too far? Im curious to know what his reaction would be, and if he would care at all about losing him.

AHHH thank you so much for the ask! This was fun to write. Nearly losing Tommy made Caius realize for the first time just how much he cared.

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Things had been going good.Over a year in, and Tommy was a hit. They had enough requests for him to book out the next year, at least. 

So Caius did what he promised himself he would never do: he got sloppy. 

He managed to get Tommy in the car, sprawling him across the back.

“Give me your arm, come on.”

Tommy was breathing shallowly, and his face was ghostly pale in the dim light of the streetlamp nearby. 

Caius frantically checked his pockets for his phone, finding it tucked in the last one he checked. He unlocked it with shaking hands and got into his speed dial with a few quick presses, sandwiching it between his ear and shoulder as he fumbled with his first aid kit. The one time he leaves it in the car, goddamnit. 

Sam answered just before it went to voicemail, his voice drowsy. 

“Caius? What time is it?”

“Two AM, rise and shine.” He tried to keep the panic from his voice. He found Tommy’s wrist and turned out his arm. His blood looked black in the light, spewing shockingly fast from the gash parting his ivory skin.

“Sam, Tommy’s hurt bad, they definitely got an artery. I’m working on a tourniquet – what do I do?”

“Fuck,” Sam responded, his voice slightly clearer. 

“-Where is the bleed? How big? How deep?”

“Arm, I don’t know, I don’t know,” Caius rushed, pulling the roll of gauze out and struggling to find where it started for a second before he started to wrap it around Tommy’s arm.

“Give me something to work with here, what’s going on?”

Tommy moaned in pain when Caius bound it tightly, startling slightly out of his stupor. 

“Tommy? Stay with me buddy, stay with me. Sam, you’re going to have to meet me.”

“Jeez, okay, where are you right now?”

The bandage was darkening fast while he prepared the tourniquet. Which step was first again? He couldn’t remember anything, his head was reeling in a blind panic. 

He paused long enough to send his location to Sam before pinching the phone back against his shoulder.

“I’m here, pick the best halfway point and send it back to me right now, go NOW.”

He could hear rustling on the phone, hopefully the sound of Sam heading his way. 

“Give me thirty seconds and I’ll send it and head out. But hey, if you lose this one, don’t beat yourself up about it, it happens. I knew a guy who-”

“NO,” Caius snarled, and he realized he was scared. There were a few beats of silence, and his phone pinged. He tied off the tourniquet and dropped his phone into his hand, rounding the car to rip the driver’s door open and jump inside.

ASSHOLE DOCTOR (SAM) HAS PINGED YOU A LOCATION.

It couldn’t load fast enough. He was pulling out of the driveway before he knew where he was heading. 

“It’s forty minutes out,” Sam told him gently, his voice distant as the call transferred to his own car’s system. At least he was on the way. 

“Be there in twenty.”

Caius hung up the phone, his wheels skidding in the street as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Tommy, baby, talk to me, you’ve gotta stay awake.”

From the back seat, Tommy groaned weakly.

Caius flipped the heaters on, only slowing briefly at a red light before peeling out. He was already sweating, but Tommy had felt so cold. 

“Keep talking, I gotta know you’re okay. What’s your favorite movie?”

Tommy took a shuddering breath.

“I don’t feel so good…”

His voice was so small, Caiuscould barely hear him over the blast of the heaters.

“What uh, what do you want for dinner? Once I get you fixed up. Anything you want.”

Tommy coughed raspily, dry heaving before he fell still again.

“TOMMY.”

“Coney. From home.”

“Home?”

Tommy took a shuddering breath. 

“Motor city, baby,” Tommy mumbled sleepily. Caius laughed, too loud, too jarring. 

“Tell me, tell me about Detroit.”

There was no response. Caius turned music on, whatever was playing, and turned it up loud. 

“YOU GOTTA STAY AWAKE,” he shouted over the music, and saw Tommy stir uncomfortably.

His phone told him they’d be going straight down the highway for the next 24 miles. He worked the gas pedal slowly to the ground, grateful for the clear roads. 

He skidded to a halt in the empty parking lot of Wheeler’s Dealers Emporium. His heart was beating out of his chest like he had run the whole way. He threw open Tommy’s door and pulled his legs, drawing him closer to get a look at him. 

“Stay with me. Tommy? Come on, little longer.”

Tommy made no response. 

He could hear a car pulling into the lot behind him, fast. 

He held his face, shining his cell phone light at his eyes. Tugging one lid open, his eyes were rolled back. In the light, his lips were so blue.

Caius kissed him. 

He didn’t know why, he hadn’t kissed him before. CPR didn’t work for blood loss, did it? He looked down and saw where that inky blackness had seeped into the jacket he’d wrapped around him. 

He grabbed his arm right over the cut and squeezed. 

The pain brought Tommy back to life, gasping for breath. Caius kissed him like warming his lips would save him, but honestly, he was just so relieved he wasn’t gone. 

Tommy went limp in his arms. 

Then Sam was there too, putting a hand on his shoulder. Caius moved out of the way, and Sam snagged the scissors from the first aid, cutting away the clothing obscuring the wound. 

“Tommy buddy, talk to me, you hanging in there?”

Caius sat in the back seat, holding Tommy up in his lap.  “Please, Tommy. Stay.”

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[thatsgay-writes]

Party Time

Slight Spoilers? Not really. Read at your own risk. I am also not a doctor so all medical terms and stuff is slightly googled and not all the way informed.

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You pulled Tara closer to you as the bass of the music made it hard to hear her talk to you. "We should get more drinks!" Tara yells into your ear, voice a little slurred. You motion back an "Okay" before splitting up from her in the dense crowd. You and Tara had been seeing each other for about two months now after you partnered up on a English project for class. You fell head over heels for the girl almost immediately as she made you laugh constantly and would always check you out when she thought you weren't looking. The same could be said for Tara. She had always noticed you in class, the professor's voice droning on and on and on in the background as she stared. She had wanted to go up and talk to you so many times but was always stopped by the fear of what had happened to her and the irrational fear that it could happen again. Not that she would tell her friends or her sister, who was already too over protective of her. She was also scared that she would scare you away. I mean her 3 day hell was posted all over the news for weeks and caused people she had known in school to unfriend her and the rest of her group. But luckily for her, you never really watched the news or kept up to date on most trends. Many people assumed because you threw multiple giant parties every year since high school, that you would be in the know of things but you rarely even scrolled through social media.

It was nice for Tara to meet someone who knew her as just Tara Carpenter, not Tara Carpenter a serial killer survivor with a older sister who was the daughter of a serial killer. Now that you were together though, she still hadn't told you about her past or even meet her friends or sister. She was scared that they would scare you away, especially Sam, or tell you about everything when she needs to be the one to do it.

You and Tara regroup in your kitchen, the music less loud than before and there was no more need to yell. "It looks like your out of almost everything." Tara says as she pokes at a few bottles sitting in ice. You give the girl a mischievous look as you get an idea, "Why don't we raid my dad's stash upstairs and get lost for a few hours?" Tara sends you a very alluring look and allows you to grab her hand and pull her towards the stairs, both of you a little to inebriated to see Anika and Mindy sitting on the couch you pass. Anika tries to stop you and Tara but you both brush her off and keep moving forwards. You whisper a few things in Tara's ear that cause her to laugh as you began to walk up the stairs only to get pulled down and thrown the ground a few seconds later. "Yo, what the fuck!" You say as get your breath back and stand up. The entire house was quiet as Chad stood protectively in front of Tara, who looked worried and scared. You didn't really like Chad because it was clear he had a crush on Tara. "She's not going upstairs with you." Chad sneers as he takes a step closer to you, a couple of your friends start to step forwards but you put out a hand to stop them. If you had been sober, you would have just let the moment pass because you knew Chad was Tara's friend and you cared about Tara, but you were drunk and Chad just disrespected you in your own house. "I suggest you leave before we have a big fucking problem." You tell Chad as you step up to him to a poke a finger into his chest with each word. You can see Tara behind Chad, Mindy, and Anika, all of them guarding her from you like your some kind of monster. The only reason you were going to take a step back was because you could see Tara pleading to you with her eyes and you really didn't want to fight her friends because Tara was going to introduce you to them at some point.

You don't get the chance to take a step back because before you know it, you've been shoved and tased. "Shit!" You yell out in pain as you fall back onto the floor for the second time that night. You can here Tara yell out your name and then her sisters as you see the older girl stand over you for a second before grabbing Tara's arm and dragging her out the house. You struggle to stand, feeling like your getting minor shocks every time you move. "Parties over." You say and when no one moves, you yell. "I said the party is over! Get the hell out of my house!" At that, everyone starts to move, and as one of your friends pass you, you can hear them whisper about Sam. "What a crazy bitch." "Yeah just like her da-" He stops when he sees you glaring at. "Shut up." Is all you say before slowly walking away to start picking up trash. Your friends, and Tara's, look at you confused for a second before they all finally leave as well.

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"I can't believe you!" Tara yells as she slams the door to her room. She throws herself onto her bed as she sobs. She knew Sam had been over protective since what happened in Woodsboro, but this was way to far. Tasing someone? Tasing you? That crossed a line. "God, they're never going to talk to me again!" Tara yells into her pillow before pulling out her phone to text you, hoping you wouldn't break up with her over this. Please call me. I'm so sorry. And other variations are what she blows up your phone with and when you don't respond in 15 seconds she's calling your phone. "Shit!" Tara yells as she throws her phone onto her bed after the 5th time she gets your voicemail. It felt like everything was starting to crumble. A knock at her door stops her from her tirade. She opens it to see Sam, who looks pale, like she'd seen a ghost." She gives her a puzzled look and allows herself to be led to the living room. The news is on, covering a murder where a mask similar to the one she had seen in her dreams had been found. The apartment is deathly silent as every processes what they are seeing, even the newer people to the group who hadn't lived through what they had but could see the way it still affected their friends.

"We need to leave town. Now." Sam says, leaving no room to argue, as she speed walks to her room. "What? No! We don't know if it is really happening again!" Tara argues, she can't just leave now, not when life was finally settling. "It could be a coincidence that they found that mask! Everyone's dressed up!" Tara argues, the word coincidence cause her to flinch even though she's the one who said it, when is it ever a coincidence. "We're going. I am not risking this being some sort of "coincidence" because I can't risk being wrong and something happening to you." Tara goes to argue again when her phone rings. She lets out a sigh of relief, seeing your contact name and picture pop up but everyone else in the room tenses. Tara picks up the phone with no hesitance, "Hey, I've been calling you. Are you okay? I'm sorry about-" A dark chuckle makes it's way through the phone and Tara has to grab onto the couch as her knees buckle. "Tara, Tara, Tara. Let's play a game shall we? A little preview to the main event." The voice on the other side says and Tara grabs her inhaler while slipping her jacket back on. Her friends around her looking concerned. "You better leave them the fuck alone." Tara grits out as she slides a shoe on. "C'mon where's the spirit? I'll try again. Want to play a game." "No." Is all Tara says and her friends understand what's happening as they stand, ready for anything. "That's too bad, your friend over here is a pretty heavy sleeper. Makes it all a little too easy." At that, Tara is out the door and sprinting down the stairs, her friends fast on her heels. Quinn pulling out her phone to "call" her dad.

"Don't touch them... Please." Tara gasps out, running and talking not helping her much. "No, don't beg. You should have played the-" "Who the hell are you?" Tara can hear you ask in the background and the call immediately disconnects. Tara picks up her speed as she turns the corner, your house finally coming into view. As Tara turns and steps onto your front lawn, she can already see the door left open and can hear that inside is deadly silent. She creeps through the front door slowly, shrugging off her friends hands as they try to stop her, she couldn't lose you. She wouldn't lose you. Her friends were confused as to why the killer would target you and why Tara cared so much. A bang was heard from above as the group entered your living room to find the couches undone and multiple pillows with slashes through them, the glass table flipped and completely shattered. Tara's heart stops as she notice a good amount of blood on the glass.

A bang was heard again and the whole group flinched as they turned towards the stair to go up. Not even an hour ago had they been pulling you down to the ground and away from Tara in the exact same place. "You guys clear the other rooms, stay with a partner. Sam come with me." Tells the group as she slowly walks to your parents room, missing every creaky step in the hall like she had done hundreds of times before. Another bang was heard, this time Tara could tell it was from the closet, causing her to flinch. God, she really hope that it was you. The bang was heard one more time and Tara put her hand on handle, looking back to give Sam a "get ready" look. Tara yanked the door open and you went falling forwards. "Y/n!" Tara said thankfully as she help you stand up and assessing your injuries. You had blood covering your back from what Tara assumes is the living room table and a slice on the arm but other than that you seemed pretty unharmed. Tara finally looks away from your body and to your face and feels like she's going to be sick. You had obvious tears and tear tracks rolling down your face, mouth covered by silver duct tape as were your hands and all Tara could see was herself when she had been in this position. She felt like she was reliving how hopeless and terrified she had been. She reaches up to take the tape off your mouth when she sees your eyes go wide. Before she can even think, you're barreling through the sisters and tackling Ghostface, who was about to stab Sam in the back.

You let out a pained grunt as you landed on the floor, hands still tied so you couldn't catch yourself. Your eyes widen as you feel a knife go through your arm, right above your elbow, and into your side. The sounds of sirens had finally reached the house and Ghostface disappeared, leaving the knife in your arm and side making you feel like a shish kebab. Tara enters your view again and you can see blood rolling down her face from a cut on her forehead. You go to reach out and wipe the tears off her face but flinch as you move. "No! Don't move okay, you need to stay on your side so we don't move the knife around." She says as she carefully rips the duck tape off your mouth. You let out a strangled and broken "Tara" and it causes the girl to cry harder. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." She tells you as you feel hands on you turning you over, the movement causing you to yell out. The paramedics getting ready to take care of you, already pushing morphine to help ease your pain. The drugs cause you to tire out, adrenaline draining from your body as you look over to see Tara crying into the arms of her sister, who just looks so confused and scared, before finally passing out.

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"How long?" Sam asked as she sat in a chair next to your hospital bed, Tara on the opposite side. It had been a week since the new ghost face trio had been taken care of and the hospital was starting to feel too much like a second home again. Mindy was out of the hospital and finally able to fully grieve Anika. Gale was being discharged later that afternoon and you were supposed to be good to go after 24 hours of observation once you woke up. The stab wound to your arm had cut an artery and nicked your lung, adding that injury to the deep wounds from the table and cut on your other arm, you lost so much blood that you passed out and slipped into a coma.

"Two months." Sam nods her head and then cringes. "Sorry about the whole... taser thing." Tara lets out a laugh, the whole situation seeming so much smaller now considering what had happened. "I'm not really the one you should apologize to." Tara says motioning to you and Sam nods her head. It's silent for a moment before Same speaks up again. "Why... Why didn't you tell us? Or me?" Tara looks away, ashamed and kind of embarrassed. "You know I'll always love you for you right?" Tara nods her head, "Of course I know that. It's just... You were so overbearing and I was around you and everyone else 24/7 and it felt so nice to have something that was finally mine. Something that didn't remind me of Woodsboro... Someone that didn't already have some preconceived notion about us." Sam looks at Tara confused, "They don't know about Woodsboro?" Tara laughs, "Yeah, besides keeping up with artists, music, some sports, and sometimes videogames, they don't really watch the news or anything like that." Tara's smile slowly disappears, "But I guess that's over now. I mean how do I even explain that they almost died just for loving me?"

"I think that's a pretty good way to say it." You mumble out as you give Tara's hand a weak squeeze. "Y/n!" She says with glee as she pulls you into a gentle but loving kiss. "Your awake! Same go get a nurse or something! You have no idea how sorry I am Y/n, I understand if you want to break up with me." Tara says all in one breath, Sam leaves the room to get a nurse but makes sure to take a scenic route, so the two of you have time to talks. "I kinda have a confession to make too." You tell Tara as you held her hand. "I lied, I knew about Woodsboro. I mean it's hard not to after they reran the story months on end... And of course, Gale's book." Tara feels her heart stop. "What..." "Please don't get mad. I never meant to lie. It's just you seemed so at ease when I made it seem like I didn't know. My love for you isn't fake or anything, I love the real Tara. Not the one they tried to portray to the world. And us being partnered up in english was truly by chance."

Tara's quiet and you are so scared you ruined everything. "Well.. I am hurt that you lied to me, but to be fair I did think I was keeping a life ruining secret from you. So I guess we can call it even?" A wide smile grows on your face. "Perfect... Now what did I miss?" You ask as you eye her sling. Tara's face falls. "A lot."

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A lot of ppl reading this 😳 if u have any other scream ideas lmk.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Here's a silly idea if you wanna try it, no pressure!

How do you think the bachelor's/bachelorette's world react to the Farmer casually mentioning a blue man who leaves notes for them around town as challenges who also keeps cameras around town to watch them?

They do not elaborate, the Farmer just moves on like they talked about the birds lmaooo

Oh, man. I found the idea itself so funny that inspiration immediately kicked my ass 🤣 There's already been more than one mention for Qi and about his weird obsession with Farmer, strange quests and, God forgive me, about "snake milk"... Sheesh 😅

Thank you so much for the ask! ☺️ (hope I translated this correctly. Or feel free to ask again!)

SDV bachelors/ettes react to Farmer, who casually mentioned Mr. Qi:

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"You gotta drink less so you don't see shit." It's unusual to hear Shane say that, but even he doesn't remember drinking so much that he saw some hallucinations like "blue men". He'd let Farmer's words pass his ears and now was beginning to wonder if he should let his dear niece near that weirdo. Challenges, cameras everywhere... yeah sure.

The doctor's instincts hit right away and Harvey will run after Farmer to see if they have a fever. Cameras in the whole Stardew Valley? Dangerous quests in Calico Dessert? Sorry Farmer, but Harvey won't believe it and will insist they go to the clinic for a check up, or at least rest at home. You can’t ignore rest, you know, because it affects both physical and mental health...

"So I'm not the only one who noticed it." Wait, what? How does Sebastian know? "Found a weird note with your name on it when I was in the mines." Hold on, what was a local emo doing in the mines? And why is his arm in bandages? "Hm, let't change the subject, we were talking about blue stranger, weren't we?" Wait a minute, Seb!

Alex probably won't even listen to what the Farmer is saying. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, weirdo." The athlete may not be a genius, but even he can realize that there's no benefit to anyone putting cameras in Pelican Town for, like, what? Fun or whatever? To keep tabs on Farmer? That's stupid. Don't be stupid, Farmer.

"Wait, seriously? Yo, no kidding." With a lifestyle like Farmer's, Sam immediately believed in their words even without the details. However, the interest and desire to organize a quest with his friends to find the "secrets of the Valley" quickly faded away as the skateboarder's stomach rumbled. He would just forget the whole thing later.

Honestly, Elliott is completely confused. How should he react to what his friend Farmer has just said? The writer thinks it's complete nonsense, but because of his manners and his unwillingness to be confrontational or rude, Elliott will simply try to change the subject.

"Absurd", Abigail thought, but somehow the Farmer's words stuck in her mind. Considering that the purple-haired girl was just looking for an excuse to procrastinate duties, her ass began her own adventure of finding cameras. And she found one right away! And a strange note from someone named "Qi"! Wtf, hey Farmer, tell again about that weird blue dude!

"Ok, let's think: why would someone follow you around 24/7 and give you weird tasks?" For some reason, Maru was very much interested in Farmer's casually thrown words, trying to make sense of them. It's unclear, really, where this interest comes from, but maybe the young inventor wants to spend more time with Farmer. Even if the conversation is kinda strange.

Penny did her best to keep her smile from looking too forced. Wishing to remain polite and not to be rude, the red-haired teacher simply thanked Farmer for the conversation and went about her business, trying not to think too much about their words.

"The blue man? Oh, has Clint been drinking that Joja soda again?" No, Emily, that wasn't Clint, and he only turned blue once (and that was probably from worry, not from Joja cola). She would have forgotten about Farmer's words, but she also could swear that Sandy had once mentioned a similar person paying the rent in Oasis. Hmm, maybe Emily should ask again...

When Farmer told Haley about the strange blue man and other oddities, the blonde paused and wondered: if she should really have even listened to the words of a person who just a couple days ago had been rummaging through trash cans and eating raw seaweed? The answer was obvious, and Haley forgot about it as a misunderstanding.

Leah only shakes her head. "Whatever you say, Farmer." She doesn't want to be rude to them, but all this talk of cameras, dangerous quests, and a mysterious man hasn't impressed her one bit. If Farmer keeps this up - they'll always be considered a weirdo.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Bucky squinted at the diary entry he did. Why does it look like the name is blurred out for Spiderman, almost like it was erased with a bad eraser. He knows he met the guy before. Fought beside him and then attended the funeral. No way that guy showed up to Tony Stark's funeral in his jumpsuit.

Was his mind playing tricks on him or was he just delusional. No. Hydra might have high jacked his mind as one point but he made sure to get control. Wakanda made sure of that. He controlled his mind and his memories . He thinks at least.

Something had to be to be going on. And he knows just the guy to question about this. A few days later he ends up in the sanctum. That shit he saw on the news with Doctor Strange and Spiderman at the statue of liberty. It HAD to be something like that. There was no way its not related.

He remembered waking up in the middle of the night, something had spooked him. And that doesn't happen. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened. Then he saw the news. He didn't think much of it at the time, New York has always brought trouble.

"Hey Doc"

Stephen raised an eyebrow as he eyed the man formally known as the Winter Soldier. He had only seen him in passing; fight along side him, and never thought they would have reason to interact with each other again. No world ending issues pending hopefully.

"Sargent Barnes, what can I do for you?"

" You know Hydra wiped my mind a lot. Got a lot of looses bolts running around in there. But ever since I escaped… well..I keep a journal of everything. Nothing was going to rob me of my memories again"

"And what does that have to do with this visit?"

"Well there are spaces and gaps in there… that shouldn't be. I remember EVERYTHING that happened when I was the winter soldier. EVERYTHING. So how come I don't remember Spiderman. I met him. Saw him. Yet I can't remember what he looks like - and I know... I have a feeling that I have SEEN his face before, behind the mask."

Stephen had a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. At times he felt this longing sensation when he saw news clippings of Spiderman and his adventures around New York. Like he too was missing something but he doesn't know what. But in this hero business you stay out of each others way unless you need help.

"And you want me to check to see if there is a spell that I can check your memories?"

" I don't know if that's the situational. But that night you helped Spiderman out at the statue of liberty? I woke up in a cold sweat like something … touched my mind. "

"And you didn't think to come any earlier?"

" I was busy, and if something happened to my mind, how am I know if I am forgetting something I didn't even know I was forgetting."

Stephen frowns and then looks around the sanctum, this was an interesting problem he was facing. Maybe he should look into this.

" Lets go to the meditation room, I need to check you for spells and see what I can find."

They walked into one of the back rooms. Stephen points to a spot of the floor.

" Stand there"

Bucky felt apprehensive about this. But he didn't want anyone messing with his mind. He was the one in control, but if this magician had any tricks up his sleeve to see what was going on. He had to take this chance, he already told Sam to keep an eye out for him. In-case anything goes south.

Stephen stands across the room, he stares at Bucky fora moment, before he starts moving his hands. Thin blue wisps of light flowed through the air, spinning around in front of Stephen before they darted off to circle around Bucky. He frowned in concentration as the light spin all around Bucky. It turns Orange. Yes a spell was cast on Bucky.

"What does orange mean?"

"You have a spell on you.."

Bucky growls, balling his fist up.

" Who did it? Can it be removed?"

Stephen moved his arms again in a different pattern, and the wisps of light swirl and then fly straight towards him, circling him and turning red this time.

" Apparently I did… But I have no memory of this…"

"you cast a spell you have no memory of and some how MY memories are affected?"

Stephen starts pacing and moving his arms around more, more and more wisps of light show through, and turn in a ball before little lines start branching off.

" This spell is on this whole world… what in the.."

"Why would you cast a spell… that makes everyone forget.. what are we forgetting?"

The pit in Stephens stomach grows, he frowns ,and with the flick of his hand a light spark appeared before a book comes flying into the room. The pages to flipping, he starts an incantation from the page, moving his arms still.

The room starts to fill with sounds. Loud crashing noises, screams. Then they hear it, a voice speaks then Stephens own voice

" Make everyone forget me"

"No "

"But it would work right"

"Yeah it would work.... but you gotta understand, that would mean everyone who knows and loves you, we... we'd have no memories of you. It would be as though you never existed"

" I know.... do it" Stephen feels tears starting to prick at the corner of his eyes.

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@papermacherainbow thank you showing me how to sprint! This is what I worked on the other night! Heavily edited though.

[ikyoudreamofme]

BY YOUR SIDE

A/N:ibsr I got this idea because I fucked up my back in dance🌚. Idk how I feel about this one it kinda goes on I fear.

Summary: your a dancer and have an important comp but get injured badly and have to go to the hospital.

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Y/N POV

Today I had a really important dance competition, there would be scouts for scholarships to some of the best dance academy’s in the country. I’ve got a trio small group and a group dance with my whole team.

I called Matt this morning before I left, he wished my luck and told me I’d do amazing as always. Knowing that he’s in the audience makes me feel somewhat relieved.

I get to the arena going to the changing rooms putting my costume on and asking a teammate to put my hair into a high ponytail while I do my makeup. The trio gets called to the wings, we stretch and mark the dance quickly before the team before us comes off stage smiling and wishing us luck. This is a friendly competition but I still needed to win. “Now with Stars Elite Dance Company! Number 2354, Dream On!” The commentator shouts as the crowd cheers, we walk on, into starting position waiting a few seconds before the music starts.

Matts POV

Her dance starts, she moves perfectly in sync with her two other teammates, her kicks are perfect, she does a set of turns and the crowd claps when she comes out of them without tripping. The dance is near the end and close to the part she’s been pushing herself to perfect, her two teammates kneel down beside her y/n steps on their knees then their shoulders before they stand up. Just before the music ends she drops back (it’s like the picture at the top). It’s perfect until she looses balance and falls. I stand up, her coach,Sam, runs on stage as the curtains close. “Matt shes okay.” Nick tried to reassure me I don’t listen to him and walk towards the backstage doors ignore the protests of my brothers who are following behind me.

Y/N’s POV

The second i dropped back something was wrong a wave of pain spiked through my back and I fell. “Y/N what happened!” Sam shouts “something.. with my back.” I mumble holding back tears. She gets someone to call 911 and we wait. “where’s Matt? Can you get him please…” i ask now letting my tears fall, Sam turns to look at me going to speak when Matt walks in. His eyes soften and he sits down beside me holding my hand and wiping my tears. “baby..” he whispers kissing my cheek. “Matt I ruined it. It was so good.” I cry; he shakes his head “no, no you didn’t y/n/n.”

The paramedics walk in and everyone moves out of the way except Matt. “Sir you need to step back so we can check her out.” The paramedic talks. Matt listens and stands beside his brothers who hug him and tell him I’m going to be fine. The paramedics ask what happened in which I explain. They tell Sam and Matt that I need stronger pain meds and some further checks at the hospital. Matt walks over to me “Nick’s going to go with you and I’ll drive Chris to come and meet you. yeah?” I smile and say okay before leaving I say bye to my dance partners “if we don’t place I’m so sorry.” They smile at me “its not your fault y/n”

We get to the hospital and the paramedics take me inside while doctors run up to the stretcher. They take me to a room stopping Matt, Nick and Chris at the door showing them the waiting area. I get an IV to manage my pain and i get taken to X-ray. The x-ray took a few minute before they took me back to a room.

“When your x-ray comes through we’ll come and see you. How are you for pain?” A doctor asks “I’m okay right now. can I see my boyfriend please.” I ask, the doctor nods getting Matt.

Matt walks in sitting at the chair beside the bed, he places his hand on my thigh and asks me how I’m feeling. “I’m okay I think, today was my only chance to get a scholarship Matt.” I say turning my head to look at him.

Before Matt can reply the doctor’s walks in with a clipboard in his hand. “Your X-ray is clean no breaks or fractures you can go home after the rest of your paperwork is signed off.” The doctor says. I sigh loudly relieved my backs not broken. “When can I go back to dance?” I ask only focused on the answer “4-6 weeks time.” My smile drops at his reply and he walks out I look at Matt shaking my head. “no, Matt I can’t miss dance for that long I have another competition in 2 months and need to practice.” He frowns at me and takes my hands holding them. “Maybe you should have a break for a while, you push yourself so hard sweetheart.” I have nothing to say to him.

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We get back to Matts house the doctors said I need to come back in a week for a check up. Matt wrapped one of my arms around his shoulder and his arm around my waist slowly walking me upstairs. “Matt I’m fine you don’t need to do this.” I protest he just shakes his head helping to his room placing me on his bed. He lays down beside me letting his head fall on my shoulder. “do you need anything baby?” He looks up at me. I shake my head looking at him and smiling “thank you Matt.” I say kissing him. He kisses me back “I love you. So much y/n”

“I love you more.” I reply

[ilysmsamncolby]

Colby Brock x Sam Golbach (Solby) Oneshot

★ — Summary :: Colby is awoken with a sickness, Malia is gone and Sam is gone although he returns and takes care of the poor sick boy who just desires comfort from his bestfriend.

★ — Note :: This is my first oneshot in a while, sorry for any spelling errors or anything like that!! Enjoy and lemme know if you want more stuff like this :P

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'Fuck, my head is throbbing. I've only just woken up..' The dark brunette haired man thought as he sat up slowly from his sleeping position. He quickly gathered that he had picked up a fever as Colby started his morning.

All he could do was sit on his bathroom floor as he spat out small chunks of whatever his body was making him throw up. Colby felt his tears wet his eyes as the longer he sat there, the pain got worse. Nobody was home, Malia was out with her friends and Sam was god knows where. The poor man was alone to deal with a sickness he couldn't even remember picking up in the first place. As time continued, things worsened for him. His throat was sore from the mysterious fluid that kept spewing out of his mouth. He wanted to cry, and so he did. Tears fell down the man's face as he continued to suffer in pain.. that's until he could hear a faint door slam from downstairs and by the sound of it he heard Sam's voice shout, "I'm home! Is anyone home?" Colby tempted to shout back but all that came out was a broken sob, normally a sickness wouldn't affect him this much but this time it just kicked him in the ass.

He soon pulled himself away from the bathroom floor in order to try and get Sam's attention. Colby tried to bring himself to stand but yet he fell back onto the hard tiles of the bathroom, making a loud bang as he knocked down a few bottles.

Of course, that was a way to get Sam's attention as the faint footsteps came closer to Colby. The blonde man opened the door to Colbys bathroom as he rushed in, seeing the brunette man silently crying in sickness.

Samuel spoke, "Yo? Colby? Can you hear me?" as he got down onto his knees to help him sit up in a more comfortable position. Colby simply nodded and grimaced in extreme pain as Sam moved him around as his whole body felt like it was being stabbed over and over. Of course, Sam picked up on Colbys sickness, and was quick to try and pin point on what it is and what would've caused it. It baffled both Sam and Colby since the younger man hadn't been outside lately, and had barely left his room due to editing for the Sam and Colby channel. As Sam thought, he made sure the brunette was tended to properly as he was brought to Sam's room and placed in Sam's bed. The blonde tucked him in all and cooked him mac and cheese since he knew he hated soup.

Sam also grabbed Colby a hot water bottle and a koala plushie to cuddle as he googled his symptoms and tried to see if it was a fever or anything of that sort.

As the blonde looked back at Colby, he decided maybe he should get a doctors appointment since he's never seen Colby this upset from a simple sickness before. Meanwhile Colby couldn't stop crying and groaning in extreme pain. Sam decided to lay behind Colby and pull him close, wiping his tears away and leaving soft kisses on his forehead as he whispered soft phrases to the brunette such as, 'It'll be okay.' 'Your safe Colbs.' 'Shh..'.

The comfort Colby received from Sam brang him joy, they hadn't shared this type of intimacy in a very long time and it was nice to feel that same joy again. Though Sam's words couldn't physically help the pain, it helped mentally and that's what Colby was thankful for. Colby always thankful for what Sam did for him.

As hours upon hours passed, Colbys sickness didn't get worse or better it simply stayed at its same state. Sam was beginning to get worried for him, his mind thinking of the worst possibles but yet he didn't express those thoughts, not wanting to scare or upset Colby any further then he probably already was. Sam simply continued to stay by Colbys side, espically since Malia texted Sam earlier to let Colby know that she'd be having a sleepover at her friends house. Sam didn't want Colby to be alone. Not when he's like this, and Colby didn't wanna be alone either. The two boys cuddled and spoke to one another, trying to distract them both from Colbys sickness and Sam's upsetting thoughts. And it worked. They both seemed content with each other, not wanting to be spilt apart.

They both had stuff to attend to, but completely forgot about it all whenever they were this close together. Colby had eventually fallen asleep in Sam's arms, snoring softly as his face was tucked comfortably in Sam's face as the blonde caressed Colbys hair, mumbling to himself about pretty Colby was to him.

They truly were, "bestfriends".

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At a Loss for Words

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe break the news to Sam and your friends that you’re having a baby together. As you share the news with Sam, some past news comes to light and changes everything

•word count: 5.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, some fluff, mainly angst. mentions of sex, yelling, arguments, crying, get ready y’all this is a dramatic chapter

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February 25, 2023

3 months pregnant

"And then you know what daddy did? He ran down the field, to the end zone, and before you knew it the crowd went wild!" Joe enthusiastically whispered to your growing belly.

You were laying on your couch in your apartment when Joe came over. In a couple hours, you have plans to hangout with Sam and some of the guys. Instead of getting ready like you should be, you were instead sitting on the couch and smiling down at Joe while he talked to the baby. He was telling his son or daughter about the first NFL touchdown he made as a Bengal. What an amazing moment it was for him, and all the Bengals fans. It finally gave the team hope for a good future in the league.

"Hopefully you'll get to come to all the home games once you're born," Joe whispered, "that is, if mommy lets you..." he finished, looking up at you with a teasing smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smacked his head.

"Ouch," he kissed your bump and got up from his crouched position. "What was that for?" he asked, chuckling.

"Because," you crossed your arms, "of course this baby will be going to a few games once they're born. They'll even be going while they're still in here." you said, pointing to your stomach.

Your due date is September 26, so by then the regular season will have started and. You'll be heavily pregnant and miserable at that point. That is, until the baby is born. While you still had a long six months of pregnancy left, you couldn't wait for this baby to be born. You were ready for the morning sickness, thrown off sense of taste and smell, and the sore boobs to be over. Your doctor told you eventually the morning sickness will subside and your senses will go back to normal, but unfortunately the sore boobs will stick around for a bit. You'll get used to it eventually though, along with all of the other pregnancy milestones you have yet to achieve. As much as all of the hardships that come with pregnancy are tough, you know it will all be worth it in the end.

You and Joe stayed in silence for a moment, before he broke it. "What time did Sam say we needed to be there?"

You shook your head at him. You couldn't help but giggle at Joe's question. "I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who made the plans, Joseph." A light blush creeped up his neck, "I guess I did, didn't I?"

Yo nodded, "I think so? Although I think it could've been this guy named Boe Jurrow maybe?"

Joe chuckled as he sat down on the couch. "How could I forget about him. Yes, he sounds very familiar." Joe teased, giving you a small smile. You chuckled softly as you looked over at Joe. His eyes looked extremely blue as the sunlight from your living room window shown into his eyes. You gulped as you kept your gaze on Joe. He looked perfect. You could blame the hormones all you wanted, but it was hard to tear your gaze away from him as he sat next to you.

You and Joe haven't had the chance to talk much about your current relationship. You aren't together, but there's this unspoken understanding that you will definitely be co-parenting this baby together--unless things change during these next six months, of course. You and Joe have been good friends for more than a few years now, all thanks to your brother Sam. Your friendship has helped make the situation a tad bit less awkward. Along with all of that, there was no denying that you and Joe had chemistry. It's been like that between the two of you ever since you met at Ohio State University all those years ago. You and Joe had history. It wasn't something that lasted long, nor did it end well, but it still happened...

About 6 years ago...

You were sitting next to your brothers best friend, your legs on Joe's lap, as you listened to your brother drunkenly tell the story of his public speaking fiasco from earlier this week. You rolled your eyes as he dramatically re-told the story to all of his buddies. Joe kept his beautiful blues on you as a small smile made its way onto his face. The two of you had undeniable chemistry, both of you wanting nothing more than to be with each other. Joe knew he couldn’t make a move on you in public because of Sam. But in private? It was whole different story. Joe glanced at the guys that were sitting on the other side of the room, checking to make sure none of them were looking. When he noticed he was in the clear, he pushed your legs off his lap, instead moving so he could pull you into him. You hummed as you leaned back into his embrace. You took a risk cuddling with eachother in public, especially in front of Sam—who’s would kill Joe if he saw this. But being wrapped up in Joe’s arms was always so comforting. You never wanted to leave him or his embrace. You wished you could stay like this forever.

But your wishes were crushed.

*four days later*

"You're what?"

"I'm moving to Louisiana in a couple days," Joe sighed, "transferring to LSU. They want me to be starter."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. This was why Joe had been so distant from you these last couple days. He was making a life changing decision without you, the person he’s been in love with since his freshman year.

"I, I don't even know what to say right now ." you stuttered out, refusing to look up at Joe.

Because you knew as soon as you looked into those beautiful blues you loved so much, it would be the last time you'd see them.

Joe scoffed at your response. "Aren't you happy for me? I finally get a chance to prove myself, Y/n." His shoulders slumped slightly, "Nothing good has happened to me here. Career wise, that is. I've been benched my whole college football career. I won't make it in the NFL if I ride the bench my whole fucking life. LSU is giving me a chance to start. To prove myself, and show that I'm a great quarterback who can win championships and make it in the NFL."

You just stayed silent, unsure what to say. This was so much to process. The love of your life, or at least who you thought was the love of your life, was leaving you behind. Joe claims he just made the decision yesterday to transfer, but you knew it was lie. You knew as soon as LSU offered him a spot on that team that he had made his decision.

Joe sighed, "Y/n, I need you to say something."

You finally let yourself look up at Joe, a tear rolling down your cheek as you looked into his blue eyes for what you knew was the last time. There was no way to make this work.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked, voice full of heartbreak. Joe rolled his eyes, "I didn't need your opinion. You would have told me to stay."

Your felt your heart break at his words. He didn't need your opinion? he didn't want to tell you his thoughts about transferring because he knew you'd convince him to stay? After everything you went through with him in these last two years, Joe didn't talk to you about this life changing decision because he "didn't need your opinion".

"Joe," you said, obviously taken aback by his harshness, "I never would have made you stay if I knew you were this unhappy. I would have supported whatever decision you wanted to make."

He shook his head, "No you wouldn't. You would have told me to stay because of you."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You were heartbroken, but most of all, confused. You were about to speak when Joe cut you off.

"You know right now, my future career is more important than some stupid college fling." He scoffed, picking up his backpack from the floor of the dining hall. Ouch. You covered your mouth with your hands, choking out a sob as his harsh words hit you like a ton of bricks. He saw you as just a college fling. It meant the last two years were a complete waste. The two of you were never in a relationship. You never went on a single date. But you were attracted to one another, and boy did he love you. All of those walks to class together and those good morning texts. All of those sneaking kisses behind Sam’s back or cuddling in Joe’s room when Sam wasn’t home. Or those Friday night parties and losing your virginity to one another. Supporting him no matter what, even if he sat the bench every game. All meant absolutely nothing to Joe.

You know you shouldn’t be upset. He was never truly yours. To anyone else you were just friends. But to you and Joe it was always something more. At least, to you it was something more.

"You made the last two years fun," Joe said, looking down at you, "I'll always be thankful for you, Y/n." his voice lowered as he smiled sadly at you, "but I need to move on. There are better opportunities for me and my future, in Louisiana."

You just sat at the table as tears streamed down your face. You didn't even know how to react. Joe sighed sadly and reached out, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently as he said, "if it's meant to be, we'll see each other again. I just need to focus on my future first." he brought your hand up to his lip, leaving a soft kiss to the top of your hand. "Goodbye, Y/n/n." he said sadly, dropping your hand walking away from you.

*present day*

That was the last time you spoke to Joe. Until he was drafted by the Bengals in 2020, that is.

It took a lot of time for you to come around, but you and Joe eventually spoke to each other again. Both of you apologizing for that moment back in 2018 before he left. You were still heartbroken over Joe, but over time, you got over it. You and Joe slowly started to become friends again. The two of you forgetting about about that day back in college where your friendship ended…

Both of you had grown up and moved on from the situation since then. Joe told you before he went to LSU, that if it was meant to be you'd see each other again. And here you are, nearly six years later. Both of you work for the Bengals, seeing each other almost everyday, just having two completely different roles. Here you are nearly six years after your nasty “breakup”, on speaking terms again, being close friends, and having a baby together.

It was almost as if this was the universes way of bringing the two of you back together again...

~time skip~

"Do you think I need to change my shirt? Maybe wear something a little baggier? I'm worried this shirt shows off the bump too much." you asked Joe, showing him your outfit. You were wearing a tight black t-shirt with a little tan cardigan, along with a pair of your favorite jeans and black boots.

Joe put his hand on his chin, "Hmm," he pondered, looking at your figure, "it doesn't look bad. When you're facing the front you can't tell that you've got a little belly."

You checked yourself out in the mirror, noticing what Joe was saying. You shrugged as you looked at your appearance, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Turn to the side,” he said, motioning for you to turn. You turned to the side, looking in the mirror and huffing out a sigh. As much as you loved that little baby bump, it was much more noticeable now than it was the last time you saw the guys. There was no way you could hide it with the outfit you had on at the moment.

You looked up at Joe through the mirror. He was watching you intently, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at the bump in your abdomen.

“Joe.” You said softly, causing him to snap his eyes up at you. You chuckled softly as he shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Sorry, I was just thinking about that time before the championship where we saw your bump for the first time."

You smiled warmly as you thought about the first time you noticed your baby was starting to make an appearance, in the bathroom of the Bengals practice facility. Joe walked out of the bathroom, leaving you to decided what to change into. Joe walked back into the bathroom, holding a loose tan sweater.

"Here,” he handed you the sweater, "I found this in the closet. Thought it would look good, plus it'll hide your tummy." he winked, making you smile softly. You took the sweater from him and set it on the counter. You slowly took your cardigan and black t-shirt off, Joe watching as you stripped. You momentarily made eye contact with him through the mirror, making him look away in embarrassment as he got caught. You shook your head in amusement and slipped the sweater on over your figure. You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking all the angles. Sure enough it hid your small baby bump perfectly.

"Wow,” you drew out in amusement, “who knew? Joe Burrow, full time Cincinnati Bengals quarterback, part time fashion designer."

He chuckled, “I like to think I have great fashion taste."

You shrugged, “Well besides the gray jeans and the ugg slippers, sure.” You giggled and went back to finishing up my hair and makeup. Joe rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you laughing as you finished getting ready.

As you finished cleaning up your things in the bathroom, you went back out to the living room. Sneaking up behind Joe, who was sitting on your couch and reading through comments on his recent Instagram post. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him crane his neck up at you. He smiled softly as he looked at you.

"Ready to go?" he asked. You nodded, letting out a nervous laugh, “I guess. I don’t really think I have a choice.”

Joe stood up from the couch, frowning. "It’ll be fine, Y/n. Sam might beat my ass, but that's only because I’m his best friend and I knocked you up. He can’t be upset at you for that.” You sighed in response, “Yeah, he might be a little pissed about that.”

"He might, yes.” Joe sighed, reaching out for your hand. He squeezed it gently as he said, “but, I do know he'll get over it, at some point. It took him sometime to get used to us dating years ago, remember?”

You smiled sadly as you thought about your past relationship with Joe when the two of you were just 20 years old. You’d never seen Sam so pissed at someone before. He hated that his best friend was dating his baby sister. However, when he saw how much Joe was in love with you, he finally started to come around. But it was short lived because as soon as your brother came around to you and Joe dating, Joe broke your heart unexpectedly and left for LSU.

"Y/n,” Joe said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I promise everything will be fine.”

You wished you could say you believed Joe, but you knew deep down Sam wouldn’t take this news well at all. The two of you made your way out of your apartment and out to Joe’s car. You got into the car, and Joe’s eyes immediately fell over the ultrasound picture that was sitting on his dash. He leaned forward slightly, straightening the black and white photo of his baby, with a smile tugging at his lips as he did so.

You smiled as you watched his face full with joy and eyes light up with love. It made you so happy to see he still had the ultrasound photo on his dash.

~time skip~

Joe opened the doors of the bar for you, letting you go in first, “Thanks." you smiled softly. Joe followed behind you nodding.

The two of you walked into the bar, looking for the table with all of your friends. You pulled the sweater away from your belly, making sure the material was loose enough so that nobody could see the bump in your abdomen. Joe looked down at you and nodded, “You’re fine, can’t see it at all.” He said, low enough so only you could hear him.

"There they are. Y/n! Joe!” Sam called from the table in the corner of the bar, a wide smile on his face as he saw you walk in with the blonde. You took a deep breath, putting a fake, happy smile on your face as you and Joe walked m over to the U shaped booth he and the others were seated at. "Hey Sammy!"

Sam stood up and hugged you tightly before hugging Joe, and clapping his back like all men do when they greet eachother. Cooper sat down next to Logan and Morgan, Logan wife.

"You guys come together?" Sam joked, smirking up at his best friend. You glanced at Joe who smiled and shook his head no. Sam laughed as you and Joe sat down next to each other. Sam sat on the outside, with Logan and Morgan next to him. Ja’Marr and Tee were in the middle, with you and Joe on the end.

"No,” you sighed as you pulled your sweater away from your tummy again, “we just happened to get here at the same time." you said, laughing a little as you finished your sentence.

Sam nodded and went back to talking to some of the guys. You decided to chat with Morgan. The two of you have been good friends for a while. As you talked to Morgan for a few minutes, catching up with each other about your off-season plans, Ja'Marr stood from his spot.

"How about we get some more drinks?!" he yelled, causing the other guys to whoop and holler.

You gulped, nervously. You knew you would have to break the news about your pregnancy very soon since they were ordering drinks. Joe noticed you were beginning to get anxious, so he put his hand on your knee under the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you before turning back to the guys.

"So, what does everyone want? Y/n, I think I already know what you want." Tee snickered as everyone broke into laughter. Everyone at the table knew what my go to drink or drinks were.

You giggled along with them, "I don't know, do you?"

"Margarita? A glass of wine? No wait-- tequila on the rocks?" Ja'Marr asked, a sly grin on his face.

You knew you had to break the news now. You breathed out a laugh, "All three would be great, but-."

Sam chuckled, "She'll take all three then."

"Wait-."

"She can't..." Joe trailed off. The laughter and jokes came to an end as everyone looked at the quarterback and furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.

"Why? You love alcohol? Well, you certainly did at Taylor's party at least." Ja'Marr laughed. Tee chuckled in agreement, "Yeah. You pregnant or somethin'?"

You anxiously bit your lip. Here we go... You stayed silent. Your silence answering the question. The question that was supposed to just be a joke. Oh how you wished it was a joke right now...

"Oh my god, you're pregnant!" Morgan grinned excitedly, "congratulations, hun!"

Your breath hitched as you looked over at your older brother, whose jaw was clenched, "Surprise?"

"You're actually pregnant, Y/n!?" Tee asked, smiling happily. Ja'Marr and Logan had huge smiles on their faces too. You nodded, "Yeah, I am."

You looked over at Sam again. He had a shocked look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He clenched his jaw once again. Sam already wasn't taking this news well. You can only imagine how he'll react when he finds out who the father is. You glanced over at Joe, noticing how he gulped nervously.

"So," Logan chuckled taking a swig of his beer. "Who's the daddy?"

Sam gave you a stern look. "Yeah, Y/n. Who's the daddy?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt bile rise up the back of your throat. You couldn't tell him here, not like this. Especially with how he's reacting.

"I," you took a deep breath, "he um..." you stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"Its me." All eyes at the table snapped to Joe, "I'm the father." he stated. You let out a heavy sigh and looked over at the bar. Trying to avoid your friends shocked stares and your brothers eyes that were shooting daggers at you. Tee and Ja'Marr's mouth gaped open in shock.

"Pffft, Burrow shut up. You wish you were the daddy." Tee laughed, taking a drink of his beer.

"I'm not joking." Joe said in a serious tone. You smiled slightly as you made eye contact with him. You both looked across the table at Sam. HIs face was red, and he seemed to be fuming. Oh shit, this won't be good. Sam slammed his hands on the table of the booth. He shot up from the booth and reached across the table, his strong arms grabbing Joe by the collar.

"You fucker!" he roared, shaking Joe as he yelled, "YOU knocked my sister up?! How could you? C'mon man, you're my fucking best friend Joe!"

You gasped as you watched your brother try to throw a punch at Joe's jaw.

"Sam, let go of him!" Morgan cried, trying to pry Sam off of him. Logan joined in and helped her.

You grabbed onto Joe, trying to pull him out of your brothers grasp. However, your attempts were unsuccessful as Sam was much stronger than you. Sam looked pissed, and Joe looked like he was about to piss himself.

"You don't know how bad I want to fucking punch you right now." Sam seethed, tightening his grasp on Joe.

"Sam!" you cried, "Let go of him, calm down, please!" you exclaimed, tears brimming your eyes. Hearing the pain in your voice and tears in your eyes caused Sam to immediately soften. He let go of Joe's shirt collar and sat back down in the booth, chest heaving as he kept his angry gaze on Joe. Joe got out of the booth and took a deep breath, eyes shifting between all of his friends and you. Everyone at the booth was at a loss for words.

"Okay, everyone calm down." Tee said, putting his hands out in a gesture that told everyone to breathe. Ja'Marr nodded, "Well uh, Higgins and I are going to head out, let you guys talk this out."

The two receivers got up from the booth and stood at the front of the table, waving goodbye. Ja'Marr and Tee silently congratulated you before they both left. Logan and Morgan decided to leave too, both of them hugging and congratulating you and Joe. Morgan quietly told you good luck and that she would have Logan talk to Sam if things go south. After all of your friends left, it was just you, your brother, and your baby daddy in booth at the bar. The air was extremely tense, none of you dared to speak a word as you knew it would end in a screaming match. You knew it would be best to talk about this somewhere more private. After a few more minutes of tense silence, you declared that it would be best if you, Joe and Sam, went back to Joe's place to and talk it out and approach the situation.

~time skip~

"Why the HELL did you think it would be a good idea to screw my best friend, Y/n?" Sam yelled, pointing at Joe. You groaned and huffed out a breath of annoyance, "God Sam, we went over this! I was DRUNK! HE was drunk too! We didn't mean for this to happen."

Sam was standing in the middle of Joe's living room, pacing back and forth, while you and Joe sat on his couch.

Sam groaned. He rubbed his hands down his face. "I just...my sister?" he looked at Joe with a look of disbelief mixed with betrayal. "Do you know how fucked up that is? You don't go hookin' up with your best friends SISTER!"

Joe sighed and stood up from the couch, "Sam, look," he glanced at you as he spoke, "just like Y/n said, we were DRUNK. I mean shit, we were both almost black out drunk by the time we got back to my place!" his voice raised slightly as he tried to get his point across to Sam. He walked closer to Sam. "Listen, I get it. You're pissed at me, and if I were in your shoes, I would be pissed at me too. But Sam, I'm not leaving her. I'm staying around for this kid, and her." he said firmly. Sam just shook his head as he laughed in disbelief at his friends words.

Joe was fuming with anger as he saw Sam's reaction. Suddenly, Joe put his hands out in front of him and roughly pushed Sam's chest. "I'm not going to walk out and be some deadbeat dad, goddamnit!"

You looked between the two blondes, not daring to say a word to either of them. They were both of them upset with eachother, so you knew you needed to let them hash things out--without you interfering. You could talk to Sam about this later.

Sam scoffed and pushed him right back, "Bullshit!" he seethed at his best friend, "that's what they all say, Joe! You're going to walk out on her when she least expects it, and you're not going to look back, man. You have nothing tying you down to her."

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Sam's mouth. It was true though, there was nothing tying Joe down to you. You weren't together, you were just relying on his word that he wouldn't leave you or the baby.

Joe raised his voice, "You really think that low of me?" "YEAH!" Sam yelled, "yeah I do. You've left her behind before Joe."

Your heart dropped. You knew he was talking about Joe leaving you behind in Ohio when he left for LSU...

"Well this time, it's different. You know why?" Joe asked, getting up in Sam's face. "because I won't listen to you this time. I broke things off with Y/n because of you. I was going to ask her out. I was willing to make long distance work. But you Sam, you made me leave her behind."

You stood up from the couch, your mouth dropping open in disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Sam with a heartbroken expression.

"Sam?" you asked, voice quiet, "is that true?"

"Y/n, we'll talk later," he sighed, giving you a somber expression. You shook your head, "NO! No, I want an answer now. Is that true? You knew about us so you made him break things off with me?"

"Y/n/n I-." You cut him off. "Yes or no."

Same shoulders fell in defeat.

"Yes."

You shook your head in disbelief, "I can't believe you."

"Y/n, you have to understand. Joe is my best friend. you're my sister, I was looking out for both of you. I knew if he dated you and moved to LSU, I would have lost both of you."

You were at a loss for words.

Sam continued, “And Y/n, this isn’t all my fault.” Sam pointed at Joe accusingly, “he made the decision to leave you behind. What makes you think he wouldn’t do it again?”

Joe scoffed, “Don’t give me that crap. This is a completely different situation.”

“How is different? Huh? How the hell is this any different?” Sam asked, his voice raising.

“because I love her. That’s right, I LOVE HER!" Joe yelled, pointing at you as he said those three words.

You never thought you would hear those words come out of Joe’s mouth. The two of you have history, history that you now discovered was only harsh because of your brother. All those years ago you assumed Joe left you behind because he didn’t genuinely care about you. But you were so wrong…

You know you need to talk to Sam about the OSU situation sooner rather than later. But you knew it could wait. You had to focus on the pregnancy news first.

Joe continued, “I love her so goddamn much, and that baby? I haven't even met the kid yet, but I already love it more than life itself. You know why Sam?” Sam stayed silent as Joe poured his heart out.

“That baby was made out of love. I’m going to love him or her no matter what. No matter what you say to me, or what you do me Sam, I’m not going anywhere!"

A tear rolled down your cheek as you listened to Joe’s confession. He truly did love and care about you. Even back when you were just 20, he did truly love you.

The silence was deafening as none of you said anything. Emotions still high between the three of you. Sam sat down on the couch and rubbed a hand over his face. You looked up at Joe with tears threatening to fall. You swallowed the lump in your throat, letting the only words you could think of spill out.

“You love me?”

There was so much to talk about, but that was all you could say.

hey loves!

this chapter was a little fluffy, but it was pretty angsty lol

did you see that coming? sam being the one that made joe break things off with you?👀

that’ll be elaborated on more later on…

the next chapter is pretty fluffy though, we find out what the gender of the baby is!! so exciting!

what are your guesses? will it be a boy or girl?

i hope you’re all doing well. thank you so much for reading and always supporting me and my writing. i love you all😚🤍🤍

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[alkhemeya]

The Magnus Archives, Episode 11 — 13. Thoughts.

I've decided instead of speedrunning the damn podcast, I'll just listen to like, 3, a day.

Also, I'll be getting my Ipad earlier then expected. They just needed to replace the screen. So, albino Sims fanart will happen soon!

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Episode 11 — Dreamer.

1. Oooh, this one is about the previous Archivist? Wild. Dreams, too. Makes sense.

1.5. Antonio Blake, love his name. And he's gay/bi! Can't believe he dated a man named Graham. Though, better name then Tim.

2. Huh, Blood vessels? The way people are described here kinda reminds me of, uh, Bloodborne. For some reason. Though, the way the veins are described on the people.

2.5. Bet Antonio sees like, how people die. Like, death clairvoyance. Also, odd how he didn't wake up when he got hurt. Very odd.

3. OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT! He saw how his previous manager (why is he name John too? Why???) was hung by a vein and he hung himself in real life! DEATH CLAIRCOYANCE!

3.5. Every Saturday, huh? And yeesh, 8 years of this?? I find it funny that our guy works in a magic shop. How funny.

4. Oh, oh fuck. Imagine trying to stop your dad's death and he died anyway. Ouch.

5. Scarlet light? That's new. And Gertrude seems to be the only one who died with this stuff in the dream... hmmm.

6. Poor Antonio, trying to stop people from dying and it happens anyways.

7. Sims! And what the fuck did Elias mean 'died in the line of duty'? That's really not a good sign. 100% Elias killed Gertrude. Maybe for, like, ritual stuff?

7.5. Antonio and Geryrude will now go on the list. Yes, Gertrude is dead, but her death is wildly suspicious yknow?

8. And Antonio Blake is a fake name, understandable. Sims thinks its kinda fake, but will clearly want to know if anyone dreams of his death. Same.

Episode 12 — First Aid.

1. Calling it now, we'll hear some wild shit. Like Cannibalism. Nightshift at the hospital is calling for chaos.

1.5. Hear ye! Christmas is not fun for doctors. The Insane shit that happens is wild. I know of a family member who got stabbed on Christmas. Told me about how, when he was waiting in the er, this one guy walked in with a firepoker in the side.

2. Dear god, second degree all over? What fucking happened? Did he get boiled alive? Roasted? The fuck???? Why are his clothing okay???

2.5. And another guy too. Shit. Bet its the spooky fire ghost. Why does the guy have eyes on his joints? Like, cool tattoos, but huh??? Are they protection? Like evil eye stuff??

3. OH MY GOD THE YOING GUY IS GERARS! GERARD WHAT ARE YOI DOING???

4. And the older one is speaking. Asag/Asak, Veepalach, and The Lightless flame. That seems. Important. Maybe it's the fire ghost guy from before? I don't know.

4.5. OUR DOC IS GETTING HOT LIKE OUR BUILDER GUY! The older man may be a fire ghost. Though, he's clearly tangible. Maybe it's fire people? Like, they can't live long because etheyll melt like candles? I'm just throwing stuff to the wall.

5. Okay. Empty AE. Not good. Why is there growling?

6. THE VENDING MACHINES FUCKING EXPLODED? WHAT. WAIT FONT TOUCH THE BUNRING GUY DOC FO NOT.

6.5. DOC IS GOMNA FUCKING GET BURNT.

7. Gérard I love you I adore you have my money. Gérard is a hunter, isn't he? He hunts the supernatural, like Sam and Dean.

7.5. What the fuck do you mean 'better beholding?' What I'd the beholding? Oh, wait. WAIT! IS IT LIKE THE CHURCH THING??? OH MY GOD ARE THEY ELRITCH GODS??? I need to write that down!

7.6. YEAH BURNUNG GUY IS DEAD! Fycking cremated himself tho. Rip.

7.7. I don't like that last sentence. What does he mean hea being watched? Is it that beholding? Is it???

8. Okay, okay! So, Asag is a Demon who corrupts and is disease, okay. OH! Martin speaks Polish? Love that. And apparently some Latin. Sims please stop bullying him.

8.5. So, Sasha is techno person here while Martin is the language guy. Cool, cool. Don't like that last bit about an eye. Really don't!

Episode 13 — Alone.

1. OH MY GOD WE HET ANOTHER BOIXE! Naomi. Love that name.

1.5. Poor Sims trying to explain. Also, full name Naomi Herne. And it's about her fiances funeral? Rip.

2. Okay, regular stuff. Naomi seems depressed, but that's just me. I too love being alone. I don't have to talk to people, or be bothered.

3. The sudden mention of Evan having a religious family immediately made me think of a cult. And it probably is.

3.5. I really don't like the sound of the family. Also, mind control? Or maybe grief? Not sure about that bit.

4. Did Naomi get thrown into a liminal space, but the woods? Or am I just overthinking?

4.5. Naomi. Get out there. I really don't like the sound of that graveyard. NAOMI.

5. I don't know why, but that felt more... Real then the other statements I've listened to. Despite my love for being alone, I also am terrified of it. Especially of I'm the woods. Like, am I truly alone? And if I am, will I get out? Will anyone remember if I die? Will they care? Honestly, being alone can be both terrifying and comfortable.

6. Sims. Sims. You need to learn to be more nice oh my god. This man gets no bitches.

7. Okay, so possibly a teleworking graveyard. Hmm. And the fact that a part of the fragment has forgotten on it...

8. Yeah, the Lukases are a cult, probably about being forgotten or some shit. I can feel it!

And that's it. My head hurts, oh god.

I am not made for this much thinking.

Statement Ends.

[akaikali]

TMAGP EP 22 REACTION (SPOILERS)

"So you just ran away" Lena sweetie my live what else was she meant to do (to be fair, Gwen didn't have to provoke ink5oul)

"Watching figure" yeah OK definitely some Eye creature of sorts I'm rly thinking it's like...The Beholding as a creature or an old archivist

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY "presumably you didn't get any contact details from them?" "I guess it's slipped my mind as I was fleeing the SUPERNATURAL PSYCHOPATHS!" also Lena I don't think that you were gonna get any contact details regardless that bitch don't seem like they got a phone

Lena genuinely cares about her employees but also she hates paperwork (polar opposite of Elias)

Okay here's the thing right. I kind of get Gwen. She wasn't briefed on how to handle a situation like that, like what was she MEANT to do??? I would be pissed off if shit like that happened and no one gave me any warning (again, though, Gwen also has a tendency to naturally be a bit bitchy so that probably made it worse)

WAIT. HOLD ON MRS. KELLEY?? AM I READING INTO THINGS TOO MUCH OR. GUYS IS LENA MARRIED????

YO GUYS GRANDPA IS BACK

Oh shit okay so they are kind of recreating or continuing Newton's original experiments, seeing as they mentioned an experiment on Canis (which I believe means "dog"). It seems to have been expanded to apes (Hominidae), bunnies (Leoporidae), and old world monkeys (Cercopithecidae). And it seems this researcher is having strange side effects when it comes to his subjects.

"Herr Schmidt" I'm assuming this is German?

Hm, being told to use silver which again is like. Seeming to be a theme. I'm not sure but in the Newton episode, was there silver as well?

Okay for clarification, it seems like "Zeitgeist" is an invisible agent, force, or daemon dominating the characteristics of a given epoch in world history. Einthoven was a Dutch medical doctor and physiologist and he created the first ECG.

Woahhh hold on. So they're talking about severing a bundle of nerves to make it seem like two animals in one body because it messes with sense of self? This kind of makes me think a little of ink5ouls, the way they seemed scared sometimes of what they were becoming and then like. You know. Scary monster let's chase down Gwen and tattoo her against her will.

Hmm okay so this telegraph seems to be directly responding to the researcher's question, not the patient himself. Like it seems like it's Telegraph -> Herr Schmidt's reaction and not Herr Schmidt's thoughts -> Telegraph reaction.

OH. OK. HERR SCHMIDT IS DEAD NOW.

Damn Ursula is awesome she could immediately understand what was happening.

Oh boy. Oh this gonna be bad. Sam is going to find out that Alice was messing with his computer and Sam does NOT seem like the type to be chill with that.

Hm okay so the severing of the nerves might have worked? And perhaps it was like there were 2 people in Herr Schmidt's body? And from what I can tell, they want so badly to get out that they basically BURST out if his head in the deformity from the back of his head? It still doesn't answer WHAT or WHO these two voices are.

Also it makes sense that Augustus is giving something like this because like...pretty sure he's stuck in the computer, probably with jonmartin and they all want out.

Aw man :(((

OH BOY. "You're trying to control me. Again." I wonder if this is referencing their relationship and why they broke up. I can see it, I do think that Alice has a tendency to be controlling out of need to keep everyone around her safe which is pretty different, but I'm on Sam's side here. Taking away his ability to choose just...isn't great.

Yeahhhh Alice seems to have definitely been hoping to rekindle what they might have had but I think the issue seems that she hoped SAM had changed from before while the reason they broke up was because Sam couldn't be with Alice anymore since he felt like she was too controlling. And now that Sam seems to be having a genuine connection with Celia where he feels comfortable and happy, Alice seems jealous.

SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT WHAT HOLY FUCK HIH WHAT AKDVAKDHWJT E

JONATHAN SIMS AND MARTIN BLACKWOOD????

HEY GUYS WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK HWIAHAOWVEBE RHAJDVAIBDKWBR E

I JUST SCREAMED "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" WHAT YOU WHAT HUH WHAT

AND THE FACT THAT CELIA MENTIONED THEM BOTH SPECIFICALLY TOGETHER LIKE HELLO???? GUYS IM. WHAT.

I'm sorry shut up this is all I'm gonna be talking about for the next month what the HELL