#SAM Test bench
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Summary: Sam tears her ACL during a game against WestHam, you get upset, Millie helps you understand, the team supports you and your Mum’s
Warnings: ACLs
You were sitting on the bench next to Millie, wearing your jersey, you were an avid Blues supporter which isn’t surprising considering you had grown up at Chelsea, your Mum was in talks with Chelsea when she found out she was pregnant with you, she was worried that Emma may no longer want her, so when she told Emma about her situation she was pleasantly surprised when Emma said to her that they would sign a contract early, especially considering the Red stars were dropping her due to her pregnancy and that she was talking to other clubs. Emma was very supportive, through the pregnancy and after, she worked with your Mum and helped her get back to playing surprising quickly after you were born, she arranged sitters for you, she even sometimes look after you herself. Sam was very grateful to have found Chelsea, they accepted her from day one and they were her family. You loved Chelsea too especially Millie, Erin and Guro.
Sam was a little surprised when she found out she was pregnant, as 3 months prior she had decided to stopped IVF her fifth round had failed, or that is what the doctors had said, but her national teammates were adamant the doctors were wrong, she kept vomiting and had weird cravings so one camp she ended up doing a test and found out.
Today you felt slightly odd wearing your blue jersey, you didn’t want to upset your Mama, it was also the first time your Mum and Mama were playing against each other, you had just recently moved from your old apartment to your new one, as now you lived with both your Mum and your Mama. You had known Mama for most of your life, but you had never lived with her, and your Mum had never versed her in a Chelsea game, it was only ever in a Matilda’s game. So, you didn’t exactly know which team to cheer for, but you decided to stay true to your roots and support Chelsea. Blue was also a better colour than brown or claret as your Mama always corrected you, your Mum would laugh every time she did so.
It was the 80th minute and with the knowledge there would be a lot of stoppage time Emma had come over to the subs bench to talk, she stood with her back to the pitch just beside you, everyone on the bench wasn’t paying attention to the field but instead to Emma, Millie had told you to be quiet for the new few minutes, but as always if there was an emergency you could interrupt, you didn’t know if your Mum lying on the grass holding onto her knee was an emergency or not but you decided to interrupt anyway so you got on your knees to be closer to Millie’s ear and softly spoke to Millie “sgoose me Millie,” she turned her head from Emma to you so you continued “why Mummy on floor?” she whipped her head to where your little arm was pointing too before saying “Shit, Emma you might want to see this,” Emma quickly turned around and as she did the ref blew the whistle, the medics were quickly running onto the pitch towards your Mummy and your Mama had made her way beside her, bent down next to her squeezing her hand, she was saying something to her but you were obviously to far away to hear.
“Fuck” Emma yelled causing you to get frightened, you jumped into Millie’s lap and a small tear rolled down your cheek before Millie hugged you saying, “It’s alright,” Emma must’ve seen your actions out of the corner of her eye because as quick as she was to turn around she sat down in your now empty seat.
“Sorry, y/n/n, I shouldn’t have done that, I’m just a bit stressed currently” she said softly as she rubbed your arm, you nodded before leaning back on Millie who placed her head ontop of yours, “it can’t be happening”.
“It might not be, she isn’t crying,” Millie replied optimistic.
“Mummy never cries, what Mama says” you replied, both women sighed, what you said what exactly true, your vision began to blur slightly as tears welled up in your eyes, you could sense something was wrong, you saw the stretcher being brought on and a few tears fell from your eyes, they landed on Millie’s arms which were wrapped around you, she squeezed you slightly tighter at the sensation and turned her head to Emma “Do you need me? I know you said you might want me to go on but like do you need me?”
“No no. Go. Take her. This has to be overwhelming for her, maybe head down to the medical room so you’re there for when Sam gets down there. Her and Sam matter more than the game,” Emma replied whole heartedly.
“Thank you, Emma, I’ll keep you updated” Millie replied before getting up, she gathers your things and headed down to the medical room. Your Mum was brought in shortly after, already having had scans, the doctors updated Millie and told her was going on, the three of you sat in the room in silence, Sam quickly falling asleep, Millie knew there would be a lot going through her head and so just let her be.
The door opened gently, and your Mama walked in, she kissed your forehead before she spoke, “Hey, baby girl, how is Mummy?” she ruffled your hair.
“Hurt”, you reply.
“ACL” Millie said informing your Mama better, your Mama’s face broke at the three letters and she turned to your Mum who had just woken up from her brief nap, her face relaxed slightly at the sight of her fiancé, they hugged as a silence filled the air, which was soon broken by your Mum, “Kris-” her voice broke as Mama interrupted her “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here now, I’ve got you, we’ll get through this together, I promise, I love you” your Mama said as your Mum broke down in tears, you started crying too, you didn’t know what was going on, your Mum was upset, your Mama seemed upset, Emma was stressed. Your cries made Sam cry even more, “I’ll just take her out for a second, I’ll calm her down and try to explain to her what’s happened” Millie told both of your Mum’s, who nodded gratefully, before she got up, holding you in her arms and walked out, she opted not to stop in the locker room and instead she walked out into the hallway and found a more quite spot, before she slid down the walk and sat on the ground, she positioned you so that you were sitting in her lap facing her, you just leaned into her and sobbed into her chest, she rubbed your back as she tried to sooth you, after a while you leant back at looked at her, “Millie,” “yeah?” she replied softly, “What’s wrong with Mummy?”
“Well, your Mummy’s hurt her knee,” “Oh, will she get better” “Yeah, she will” “Is it bad?” Millie nodded, before she pulled out her phone, she quickly did something on it before showing you a photo “See this. This is a knee, and this is a ligament”, the ligament was highlighted purple in the picture, “a ligament is sort of like a very strong rubber band, and this ligament is very important, it kind of holds your knee together, its an ACL, and your Mummy has hurt her ACL, and she will need surgery to fix it, and she will have to work very hard to get better, she will get better though, it will just take a long time. Does that make sense” you nodded in response still absorbing all of the information.
“You’re oddly good at that Mils maybe you should become a teacher when you retire” a voice from above said, the voice held an amused but kind tone. Millie looked up to see Magda and Pernille stand in front of her. “We thought to just come and check that you and Y/N were okay,” Magda said as they both sat down either side of Millie. You smiled at both of them, and they smiled back. “We’ve had showers and everything, if you want, we can take Y/N so you can have a shower and stuff” Pernille offered.
“Thanks guys, that would be great.” She said to them before looking to you “Hey, I’m just going to have a shower quickly, but I’ll come back and then if you want, we can go see Mummy” she soft said to you. “Okay,” you replied before standing up and moving over to Pernille, you quickly found a place in her lap, and smiled at her again. Millie got up and went into the locker room, Magda shuffled closer to you and Pernille. “How are you feeling Y/N?” Magda asks, “Sad, and and I don’t know, why did Mummy have to get hurt?” you replied, for your age you were quite good at expressing your emotions and thoughts, it was something Sam had taught you, first with little amounts of sign then with words, it was important to her that you were able to do so due to her job and the fact that you would be around people often who didn’t know you inside out like she did.
Both women sighed before Pernille replied “I know, it’s unfair, isn’t it, and it’s also okay to not know how you feel, sometimes emotions are confusing, and sometimes they get to much but that is okay.” You just hummed and nodded in reply, Pernille’s words were oddly comforting. Magda whispered something in Pernille’s ear before she got up and went back into the locker room, she returned shortly later, with your water bottle, and blanket in hand, she sat back down handed you your water bottle, you took some big sips before handing it back to her, she then laid your blanket over you and within seconds you were asleep.
You had been woken up due to some movement and look up to find you were now in Millie’s arms, “Do you want to see Mummy now?” you nodded sleepily, Millie took you through the locker room and into the medical room, where your Mummy was.
“Hey, baby girl, I missed you.” Your Mummy told you; you could hear the sadness in her voice.
“Do you want her? She has been sleeping, probably will go back to sleep” Millie said to Sam, who nodded, so she carefully put you in Sam’s lap, your little legs were either side of her body, and you quickly snuggled into the familiar comfort of your Mum. “I love you Mummy, I will help you get better,” “Thank you baby, I love you lots, never forget that” she replied as she placed a kissed-on top of your head. The room was silent, as your Mummy just sat there, you in her lap and Millie in the chair adjacent.
You were half asleep when you heard your Mum mumble “I’m sorry” to Millie. “For what?” you felt her shrug, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“Sammy, we’ve got you I promise, everyone was so concerned about you and already asking how they should help, I’m pretty sure little miss is going to get lots of sleepover invites but I did remind them that you love her and so maybe offering to take her away and possibly leaving you on your own wasn’t the best idea.” You felt your Mum’s chest vibrate as she laughed at what Millie had just said before Millie continued “I’ll be here every step of the way, if you need anything, anything at all I will come over and help, even if it’s just a square of chocolate, but in all seriousness we will all help you, with anything, I will literally be a text or call away.”
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They next week was tough, for all three of you, you got sick, Sam had just had her surgery and Kristie was looking after both of you whilst also still training and playing at West Ham, however to ease the load Steph came over to visit, Dean had gone away and she was lonely or at least that’s what she said so that your Mum’s didn’t feel worse than they already did about her staying over and helping.
About 2 months into your Mum’s injury you went away on a Team Trip with the team but it was Emma and Millie who took you, they promised Sam that they would take extra special care of you in which they did, you had an absolutely fantastic time, you got lots of treats, got to stay up late, helped Emma with training, and even got to walk out with Emma as coach, during the line ups at one stage. The Matilda’s Olympic Qualifier Squad was being announced and so Sam was having a hard time emotionally with her injury, so Millie and Emma decided that they would take you with them.
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After a long 9 months you Mum made her return, it was a home game and the fans went wild, you were just happy that your Mum was happy again.
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may i request trying to conceive with the bachelors? like it’s been decided that you want to start trying for a baby and maybe it doesnt happen right away?
maybe it can get a little nsfw 🙈
I’m so sorry these are major nsfw I got a little caught up 😂 that being said MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT, smuts below the line 💜
Trying to conceive with the bachelors
Harvey:
He knows it’s probably gonna take more then one try to get pregnant, usually it can take up to a year for couples to fall pregnant with Their first baby
But that doesn’t make each month with a negative test any easier on either of you
It’s been four months of trying to no avail, each time your period comes right on time
Of course he’s still very encouraging about it all, he doesn’t want disappointment to overshadow your lives
“That’s alright sweetheart, we can try again”
Researchers different positions in bed to make it more likely to conceive
“Fuck baby, just like that”
Pounding into you with your knees on his shoulders leaning over you, cock as deep as he can get. Full mating press when he cums inside you
“Good girl, take it so well”
Keeps you plugged up for a bit after, when he pulls out you keep your legs up against a wall
Finally by the fifth month of trying you get your positive test
And a boat load of nausea
Sam:
He’s so excited at the idea of having his own family with you that he practically jumps your bones the moment you bring it up
Bends you over the nearest couch, flipping your skirt up and moving your panties to the side before plunging his cock into your wet cunt
“Fuck baby, want me to fill you up? Make you a mommy?”
Reaches around to rub circles on your clit while he pounds into you
“Shit baby, gonna cum, gonna fuckin fill you with my cum, make you all round with my kid”
Keeps his hips flush to yours for a good moment after he cums
It takes a total of around seven months to actually get pregnant
He was pounding you into the mattress pretty much nightly for those seven months
Shane:
He was both excited and nervous to start trying for a baby
On the one hand, hitting it raw? Absolutely, and he does want children
On the other hand, he’s nervous on how good of a dad he’ll be, but you assure him you’ll both do great so you agree to start trying
He’s slamming his hips into yours from behind, hands griping your hips harshly pulling you back to meet every thrust
“Fuck baby, take it like such a good little slut, you want my cum? Want me to breed this slutty little pussy? Fucking beg for it”
Moves one of his hands to your hair to pull so your backs into a harsher arch and your heads not buried in the pillows
“Please..f-fuck please give me your cum”
He knows you can beg better then that but he’s feeling generous tonight
Slams his hips as deep as he can get inside you, leaning down to bite your shoulder when he cums
It only takes about six months to get pregnant, six delightful months of getting railed into the mattress, on the dining room table, the couch, the shower
You name it, you’ve been fucked on or in it
Elliott:
He’s also very excited to start a family with you, your the love of his life of course he wants to you to carry his children
He’s got you on your back in bed, his hips slowly thrusting in and out of you at a sweet slow pace
One hand holding yours, the other brushing your hair back sweetly
“Your going to look absolutely beautiful, all full and round with our child my love”
Does not hold back his moans or gasps
When he cums he’ll have you cock warm him while cuddling after so his cum stays deep within you
It takes almost the full year but he’s never lost hope that you’d have your little family
And he can’t say he’s complaining about all the nights spent tangled in each others limbs either
Alex:
He’s also nervous about kids, he wants them but he never had the best example for parents, he is comforted that he’d have you by his side though
He’s got you on his workout bench on your hands and knees, working his hips against you in quick thrusts while panting into your neck
“Fuck babe, you feel so fucking good”
Starts leaving hickeys on your necks while he fucks you
One hand playing with your clit, the other hand gently pinching your nipple
“Shit, gonna look so fucking perfect, have these tits full of milk”
Cums inside you with a long groan against your neck
Your getting fucked two or three times a day for like eight months until you finally get that positive test
Mans got stamina for days, how could he not with all that lifting and working out
Sebastian:
Very excited to ditch condoms but let’s be real, y’all were probably only using the pull out method anyway
It takes a surprisingly short four months to get pregnant
Very surprised you never got pregnant accidentally at some point
Your riding his cock cowgirl style while he guides your hips up and down
Thrusts his hips up to meet yours when you sink down
“Shit sweetheart, gonna make you all mine, gonna make sure everyone knows it’s my kid your carrying”
Possessive just a little bit in bed
Hands leaving your hips to play with your tits while you grind down on him
He decides to flip you over to take control and starts pounding into you quickly, legs tossed over his shoulders
“Fuck, gonna paint this cunt with my cum baby, gonna fucking stuff you full”
Whines when he cums inside you, it’s the hottest whine you’ve ever heard
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Test Of Time
“One…two…three…four….” I grunted as I struggled to lift the plate loaded bar. I set it back down, panting as I sat up, annoyed at myself. The last few weeks, and even months, I’d been getting weaker. Thanks to my aging body, I was getting weaker, it was harder to build muscle in the gym, and even people were coming up to me, telling me I looked tired or pointing out slowly graying hairs. I sighed, knowing that my 60’s was something I’d have to deal with eventually. I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by a excited whoop from my left. I turned to look, seeing a younger guy benching almost thrice my weight. His muscles were bulging, and he had a grin on his face. He was clearly in the prime of his youth, which made me jealous. If only there was a way to get back my youth…
That thought was the beginning of my obsession with witchcraft. At first, I just looked for ways to turn back the hands of time, to get my body back to its 20’s but I came up with nothing. Just as I was about to give up, I came across a possession spell. An idea clicked in my mind as memories of the hunk from the gym flashed in my mind. A grin spread across my face, as I delved into more research about it.
A week later, I was back at the gym, prepared to take my new life. I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatpants, gulping as beads of sweat dripped down my face, a nervous expression plastered on. I had no clue if this was actually going to work, but I had to try. As the hunk, who’s name is learned was Sam, walked by, I quickly grabbed him by the wrist. He locked eyes with me, in confusion as he tried to pull away, but I started to mutter the spell, and our worlds seemed to spin.
I could feel my body changing. My wrinkled skin started to tighten, and glow with renewed youth as his started to crinkle slightly like creased paper. My muscles started to inflate and bulge, newfound strength flowing through them as the same happened to my legs and calves. I grinned as I looked down to see I now had muscular and toned thighs just like Sam had before. Our faces started to shift and warp. Sam was panicking. He clearly had no idea what was happening, other than the fact that he was getting weaker and weaker. I stared back up, only to come face to face with my previous self. It was like looking into a mirror, except now, I looked exactly like Sam had before.
I pulled away from the other, grinning. A quick look in the nearby mirror had me smiling from ear to ear as I flexed my bicep and rolled my abs. The control I had over each muscle was amazing. “Holy shit…it worked!” I grinned. Meanwhile, Sam was having a breakdown. He grabbed me, trying to force me to undo whatever curse I’d just done. A slight altercation and a phone call to the police later, Sam was getting dragged out by security guards, cursing and screaming that I’d stolen his body. Everyone assumed he was crazy, a man going senile after the stress of work and age had finally caught up to him.
Ever since then, living as Sam has been such a blast. Everyone was surprised when I came out as gay, but now I’ve got plenty of guys lining up at my door just to be fucked or fuck me. Sam has a huge trust fund too, but instead of dipping into that, I decided to start up an OnlyFans. Something about having guys pay to watch me jerk off or have sex just turns me on beyond anything, and I make some good money from it. I wonder if the old Sam is subscribed too. I’ve even graduated from college now. The old Sam wasn’t doing too well, but with my previous knowledge, I’ve managed to turn that around, graduating as one of the top students. Life really couldn’t get any better…and the best part, I never have to worry about getting old again. All o have to do is find another hunk when the time comes.
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”Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”
He should've never let him play. When Jamie stormed into the locker room, running late and snapping at his teammates for asking why, Roy should've seen the red flags for what they were.
Everton at home wasn't the same as Everton away; he could've spared them all the misery. They could've spared Jamie, except that it was Roy's debut season as manager of AFC Richmond, and if he had a pound for every time that season Jamie had shown up to training in an utterly foul mood, he'd have more pounds than Phoebe.
So instead he'd barked, "Oi! Check the prima donna act at the fucking door. You're ten minutes late, and you've got sixty seconds to kit up or else you're watching the game from the bench. Got it?"
Fire flared in Jamie's eyes. That too should've been a warning sign. But he put his head down to undo his laces with a muttered 'yes Coach' and Roy, stupid as he was and knee deep in therapy he didn't like, counted his breaths and decided that this was a fight that could wait for later.
The match was a disaster from first touch.
The fight didn't wait for later. Whether it was how he walked onto the pitch or how he immediately set about cutting Everton to pieces, the opposing team picked up on Jamie's mood and magnified it back with an intensity that could set the grass on fire.
Jamie matched it back tenfold - once per each player outside the goal area, and only then because Richmond's press couldn't make it that far down the pitch.
The first yellow card failed to appear at the six minute mark. That set the tone for the rest of the match.
By the time a third dirty tackle sent Jamie's legs flying out from under him, even Sam was shouting at the referee to do something. The team's interim captain gestured furiously at Jamie, who shrugged off his teammates help, slapping them away as he limped onto his feet.
Jamie tested his leg. The second he put weight on it, he flinched. He turned towards the coaches, demeanor stoically blank apart from the obvious question in his eyes.
Roy stared back. After a few moments, Jamie nodded. He fell back into position and the ref motioned for the game to resume.
Sam sent a decidedly dirty glance in Roy's direction. His disappointment cut sharp.
So many red flags.
Roy had plenty of chances.
A few minutes later, Jamie snapped something at the Everton player marking him. Something cruel by the sneer across his lips and the way it painted the opposing player's face an even deeper shade of red.
The man reared back like a bull. In one quick motion, he headbutted Jamie square in the face.
The ref finally blew his whistle.
Jamie didn't get back up.
After the match, Sam followed Roy to hospital.
"You should not have done what you did today." Those were the only words the younger man offered on the ride over.
Fair enough.
Concussion, the physios had reported, as if that weren't fucking obvious from the loss of consciousness.
All things considered, if they'd arrived at hospital to find Jamie confused, dizzy, and a little deflated, things probably would've gone smoother.
Instead they walked in to find bristles and a scowl. The nurses fluttered around him, making soft noises as they briskly addressed his bruises- and there were a lot of bruises. Hard not to be banged up after a match like that, but there were an awful, awful lot of them and not all of them looked new. Roy's chest twisted as he tried to recall if at some point in his bullheaded inattention, he'd missed the signs of Jamie pushing himself too hard again.
The nurses left, packing away their tapes and tubes and syringes and all the other bits they used to mend things whole. Then all that was left was Jamie, Jamie's attitude, Sam, Sam's disappointment, Roy, and Roy's fury fighting for space in the tiny hospital room.
Jamie shifted uncomfortably against the pillows. Bruised ribs, the nurses had mentioned, and Roy could strangle the twat for not saying something sooner- for not pulling himself off the pitch sooner. What the fuck was he thinking?
"What the fuck were you thinking?"
Jamie recoiled on the bed. He blinked stupidly at Roy.
"Do you think this is a fucking joke?"
Their injured player opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words. "I don't?"
"Oh really." Roy stepped forward until all that separated them was the rail at the edge of the hospital bed. "Because you could've fooled me. Seems to me like you were goading Everton into taking the first hit."
Jamie's jaw clenched in response. It was as good as an admission of guilt, and it made the anger simmering in his chest threaten to boil over.
"Who cares, mate? It's just Everton, yeah?" Jamie said casually, like they were discussing the merits of Aston Villa's new away kits. Like he wasn't laid up in fucking hospital. "Not like they hit that hard anyways."
Roy saw red.
"Sorry, am I the one who hit my head? Am I the one who missed the back half of the match? We lost three-nil you little twat, all because your teammates were too busy worrying about you to focus on the game. You lost us the match, you prick."
"Roy," Sam objected.
His breathing came sharp and fast, and it was almost dizzying the way he couldn't seem to suck in enough air. Tightening his grip around the edge of the bed, he growled, "For fuck's sake, Jamie. If we wanted to watch you get knocked around on the pitch, we'd just do it ourselves-"
"Roy!"
Sam's bare-faced outrage doused him in ice.
He'd crossed a line.
Under Roy's looming presence, Jamie looked very small.
He took a shallow step back, feeling sick to his stomach. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he swore, "Shit. Jamie-"
"Shut up."
When Sam Obisanya told you to shut up, you shut up.
"That was uncalled for," Sam said levelly. He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in deep, dealing damage to Roy the whole way down. Then Sam refocused his attention on the person more deserving of it.
"Jamie, Roy didn't mean that. He is upset - as we all are - but that is no excuse for him to speak to you in this manner."
Jamie's mouth twitched into an uncertain shape. It made him look softer, and younger, than he'd look in months, but it also made the damage stick out vividly, the bruise across his head dark and bleeding under his skin.
A strangled little noise bubbled out of him. He swayed towards Sam like a sunflower to the light, and he sounded oddly hoarse as he tried to quip. "Thanks, twenty-four. Nice to know that someone's got my back against that hairy arsehole."
"But you are also in the wrong."
Jamie faltered, something lost and sad filtering through his defenses. "But you just said-"
"You went into that match with no regard for yourself," Sam snapped. ”Did it ever occur to you that maybe we don’t want to see you get hurt?”
Jamie's mouth clicked shut. In the resulting quiet, only Sam's harsh breathing punctured through the beep of the medical equipment.
"It is not fair-," said Sam, his fists clenching at his side, "-for you to treat yourself with such disrespect. Not when there are so many who love you and want to see you well."
Jamie swallowed. A mistiness glimmered in his eyes. "Sam-"
"Jamie-"
Tripping over each other's words, they both stuttered to a stop.
Sam cupped his hand over his mouth. To Roy's horror, his chest shook as he stifled a violent sob.
"I can't do this right now," he said mournfully, their titan of a captain clearly close to crumbling. Blinking rapidly, he murmured, "Excuse me."
As he turned to leave, he stopped to level Roy with look so full of misery it made him want to sink through the floor.
"Fix this," he whispered, full of sorrow and love.
Sam left the room.
In the wake of Sam's departure, arguing about anything else felt... petty.
"That was uncalled for," Roy admitted in a harsh rasp. It was the bare minimum he could say- that he needed to say. "Sam's right, I shouldn't have..."
He gestured lamely to the room at large. At the shadows his anger had left, and Jamie sitting weakly in a hospital bed, and the overall fucked-ness of the situation in general.
"Sorry," he finished lamely.
Jamie blinked at him wearily. Now that some of the anger had fizzled out, the obvious signs of the concussion clamoured for attention. He wasn't quite tracking Roy's position, and the way he held himself stiffly made Roy suspect he was bracing himself against a tidal wave of dizziness.
Honestly, Sam should've kicked dirt over Roy on the way out, what with the hole he'd dug himself.
"Whatever. Was being a prick, so I probably had it coming, yeah?" Jamie shrugged. "Didn't even have the signal, did I?"
"You haven't had it in a while," Roy pointed out. "Not that that seems to be stopping you lately."
He half-meant it as a joke, but Jamie didn't respond.
"Come on," Roy tried, letting his voice drop into something quieter. "Talk to me- what's been going on with you, eh? Showing up late to training; skipping out of dinner at Sam's. Now you're snapping at Colin when he asks to borrow deodorant and ignoring play strategy to pick fights during matches? The fuck's going on here? This isn't like you."
"Maybe it is," Jamie grumbled. He picked mulishly the sheets, and Roy could strangle him for how fiercely the worry scratched at his chest. "Maybe I'm the same prick I've always been, and I'm just not fighting it anymore."
"Bullshit," growled Roy. "You're better than that, Jamie."
Jamie flinched back as if Roy had struck him.
He didn't argue.
He just sat there, picking at the sheets, twisting everything into knots, and pretending like Roy wasn't even in the fucking room.
Roy scoffed. Despair filled his chest, mixing with worry and anger and a deeply frightening sort of love that made him want to go up to the roof and scream until the clouds came crashing down. Maybe Sam had the right idea, removing himself from the situation. Roy needed to take a moment to collect himself, lest he dig the hole deeper saying words he'd only regret.
Roy turned to leave.
You couldn't help someone who didn't want-
"Coach?"
Roy paused at the doorway. Jamie, carefully looking down at his restless hands, still wouldn't look him in the eye. His shoulders curled up like he was bracing for a fight.
"I know you're busy and stuff. Being the gaffer and all. But-"
He paused. Anxiously, he rubbed his hands against his thighs. Roy frowned; he was missing something here, but he couldn't make the dark forest for the trees.
When Jamie continued, it was in a low mumble that was hard to hear over cacophony of the machines. "Do you think that maybe we could start doing morning trainings again? Doesn't have to be a full one - could just do half. That way we could start at six, and you'd still have the time at night to recharge your Terminator batteries."
A sharp snort escaped Roy. Down the hallway, some sort of alarm started going off, and he shut the door to block it out.
Crossing his arms, he looked Jamie up and down. "Why?"
Jamie shrugged. "Miss it, is all. Plus it's nice, innit? Having a reason to get out of the house."
In the forest Roy couldn't make out, something lurked in the dark. Some sort of low level radiation, maybe. It was like they'd taken a wrong turn and stumbled into Chernobyl without knowing.
Perhaps the way out was back the way they'd came.
(And honestly, he'd missed it too.)
"Fine. After you're cleared for play again. 6am."
An alarming amount of gratitude flooded Jamie's eyes. A sunflower reaching blindly for the heat of the sun.
"Thanks, Coach."
Roy grunted. This bit, at least, he didn't feel like he'd messed up too bad.
He thumbed at the door, where the hallway and the journos and the rest of the world waited. "I'm going to check on Sam. Then I'll update the team. Anyone else I should call? Your mum?"
"No!" Jamie blurted out. He tried to shake his head, only to remember too late that he was still concussed. He buried his head in his hands, hissing in pain. He tried again, "No, no need. Don't want to freak her out, or she'll drive down here and- I'll call her later. For now just tell the lads I'll make it up to them, yeah?"
Roy squeezed his eyes shut. "Fucking hell. Look, that was a shit thing for me to say, alright? No one actually blames you for losing the match. Not them and not me. It'd be a dick move to blame someone for getting carted off after a blow like that."
On the bed Jamie turned an ashen grey. He looked like he was about to throw up.
"Oi, you good?" Roy scanned the room. "What's going on- do you need a bucket? Or a nurse?'
"Huh?" Jamie jumped. He looked startled to find Roy still standing in his room. "Oh, uh. I'm good, Coach. Just thinking you're probably right.
"You'd have to be a real dick to blame someone for losing the match like that."
#whoops this got long#roy kent#jamie tartt#sam obisanya#writing prompt#ted lasso fic#this is less a comfort prompt and more a whump prompt#cw implied abuse#(need to edit this in the morning)
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illness pt. 3
The night had grown bitterly cold, and Jessie, Kristie, and Sam were huddled together in their living room, anxiety gnawing at their hearts. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence, each passing minute intensifying their worry for Y/N.
When Jessie's phone finally rang, it felt like a lifeline. She scrambled to answer it, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Y/N's voice came through the line, small and tired, sending a shiver of fear down Jessie's spine.
"Jessie, can you come get me?" Y/N's voice quivered. "It's so cold, and I'm... I'm tired."
Fear gripped Jessie's heart as she responded urgently, "Of course, Y/N. I'm on my way." She ended the call and turned to Kristie and Sam. "Y/N's out in the cold. I need to go get her."
Kristie and Sam immediately jumped to their feet, their expressions filled with concern. "We're coming with you," Kristie insisted.
Within minutes, they were bundled up in warm coats, braving the freezing temperatures as they headed out to find Y/N. Jessie used the "Find My Friends" app to track her girlfriend's location, and they followed the GPS coordinates.
When they finally arrived at the park, they found Y/N huddled on a park bench, her body trembling from the cold. Jessie rushed to her side and wrapped her in a warm embrace, trying to provide comfort and warmth. She took off her jacket and covered Y/N.
Y/N's voice was barely more than a whisper as she spoke, exhaustion and vulnerability clear in every word. "You guys forced me to go. I told you I didn't want to. I told you."
Jessie's heart ached as she held Y/N close, her own guilt and regret weighing heavily on her. "I know, Y/N," she admitted, her voice filled with remorse. "We messed up, and we should have listened to you. Let's get you home and warm."
Kristie and Jessie helped guide her to the car and put her in the backseat as Jessie climbed in next to her. As they drove back to the warmth and safety of their home, Y/N continued to shiver, her body wracked with both cold and fear. Jessie, rubbing her back, did her best to provide comfort and reassurance.
"Will you let me hold you?" Jessie asked gently, aware of Y/N's vulnerability but also wanting to offer her as much warmth as possible.
Y/N didn't respond with words but scooted closer to Jessie and rested her head on her girlfriend's chest. Jessie's heart swelled with love and concern as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth and security.
Kristie, sitting in the front seat, reached into the back and handed a blanket to Jessie, who carefully covered Y/N with it. They were determined to make her as comfortable as possible, knowing that their actions earlier had only added to her distress.
As they continued their journey, Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice quivering with anxiety. “I don’t know what to do. I’m scared… The doctor wants me to go back tomorrow for more tests before referring me to a specialist. What about the Olympics? Should I get a second opinion? I think I need to head back to the States. I don’t know. There’s so much to do. I might be dying. I don’t know what to do. What should I do?”
Jessie listened attentively, her heart aching for Y/N's uncertainty and distress. She knew they needed to take things one step at a time, but she also wanted to offer her girlfriend some reassurance.
"Y/N, breathe," Jessie whispered soothingly, her fingers gently stroking Y/N's back. "Don't think about the worst-case scenario right now. We don't have all the answers, but we'll figure things out together. You're not alone in this, and we'll support you every step of the way."
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude for the love and support of her friends and her girlfriend. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain control of her emotions.
"And I'm sorry for the stunt we pulled," Jessie added, her voice filled with regret. "I know it only added to your emotions and feelings of betrayal. We'll talk things through when we're rested and in a better place emotionally."
The car journey continued in silence, except for the soft hum of the heater and the occasional reassurances from Jessie. Y/N's head rested on Jessie's chest, and she clung to her girlfriend as if she were a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty.
As Sam pulled into their driveway, she turned off the engine, and the car fell into stillness. It was late, and the exhaustion from the emotionally charged evening was taking its toll on all of them.
Jessie gently roused Y/N from her half-asleep state. "We're home, bubba," she whispered, pressing a loving kiss to Y/N's forehead.
Y/N stirred and slowly sat up, her eyes heavy with fatigue. The realization that she was back in familiar surroundings provided a small measure of comfort.
Saying goodbye to Kristie and Sam, Jessie guided Y/N inside the house. The living room was softly lit, casting a welcoming glow, and the couch seemed inviting. Jessie settled Y/N on the couch before disappearing into the kitchen and returned with a tray of hot tea and some light snacks. "You should try to eat something, Y/N," she suggested gently.
Y/N nodded, her appetite returning as she sipped on the hot tea. The warmth spread through her body, chasing away the lingering cold. The comforting presence of her friends and girlfriend was beginning to soothe her frazzled nerves.
The night was late, and the weight of the day's events had taken its toll on all of them. They decided to get some rest and face the challenges of tomorrow with renewed strength.
Jessie guided Y/N to their bedroom, where they crawled under the covers together. As they held each other in the darkness, Y/N finally let her tears flow freely. She cried softly, the tears a release of the fear and uncertainty that had been building up inside her.
Jessie kissed away her tears, murmuring words of love and comfort. "We're in this together, Y/N. No matter what happens, we face it as a team."
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First years + Grim ‐ Silly and Strong (M) Reader
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To @kawaistrawberry21 , I hope you like this! I'm not really good at being funny, so I just went with the silly and strong thing. Reader is in Ramshackle but is NOT Yuu. Reader CAN use magic but is naturally very physically strong. Reader's physique is described as tall and muscular. Reader is silly in a sort of oblivious and sarcastic way?
Ace is quite literally my least favorite character in the entire game, but I'll do my best for you, Strawberry-chan.
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The demon-weasel-cat magician thing, Grim.
Grim actually met you after the orientation ceremony; when he was tossed out by the Headmage, Dire Crowley.
Apparently the Dark Mirror believed that you weren't fit for any of the dorms inspired from the great seven, but it would be a waste of potential for you not to attend Night Raven College.
Thus, you were sent on your way to the Ramshackle dorm. And that's when you to bumped into each other, literally; his flight from the hall of mirrors exit door had come to an end on impact with your hard, muscled back.
You were at first distracted from him; not even registering that he had hit you. Your mind occupied with finding your magical pen which you seemed to have misplaced. That was the reason you had given yourself for uprooting one of the many stone benches that lined the walkway; totally not just to see if you could lift it, definitely not.
After you had realized that something had hit your back, you turned and looked around with a "Hm?", only to see nothing. Shrugging, you made your way to the Ramshackle dorm, unknowing of the cat like monster that clung to the back of your orientation robes.
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The literal bane of my existence, Ace Trappola.
He first met you when he went to the Ramshackle dorm to spend the night after he was collared by Riddle. Though, instead of Yuu, it was you who had ended up letting him in.
However, you seemed to have accidentally ripped the door right off it's hinges. Ace was appalled at the raw strength you displayed, but he got a good chuckle in when you had said "Magical tape from Sam's and a little elbow grease should do the trick." before flexing your arms in a dramatic fashion.
Then after he had explained his situation to both you and Yuu; you had offered to go with him to apologize.
When Ace asked why you would help him when the two of you had just met, you explained how even if you never ended up meeting him personally or even learning his name, you would always help out your peers whenever you had the chance.
You had told Ace how you had been in a simular situation and that even if you felt that you'd done nothing wrong, you had still ended up apologizing at the end. Explaining to him that it was better to apologize and move on than to have someone angry at you over something that could be solved so easily.
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Our resident ex-delinquent, Deuce Spade.
You actually met him in class when the both of you were paired together for a project.
It was going well at first, until you kept accidentally breaking the flasks and test tubes needed to complete the project. Deuce got a little heated and grabbed you up by your shirt collar, to which you easily removed his hands.
You then came up with the idea of using folded notebook paper to hold the various spilled and somehow not mixed ingredients. "Paper funnels are useful for holding all sorts of powders, if you catch my drift." Deuce, infact, did not catch your drift.
The poor boy had a panic attack at the thought of failing the project; rambling about how disappointed his mother would be in him. Deuce was hyperventilating and unable to calm himself on his own; so you took the initiative to remind him to breath. You encouraged him to use you to ground himself so he could calm down.
After that little hiccup, you both agreed that Deuce would manage the fragile items from then on.
You both got an A- on the project.
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The goodest boy who's ever lived, Jack Howl.
He met you just before Magishift season came up. He had decided to use the NRC's weight room to train his body before the event. You were already there, working out.
Jack couldn't help but notice the absurd amount of weight you were lifting and was in disbelief at the sight of you not even breaking a sweat. He thought that was pretty admirable, but didn't approach you at first; you were a stranger after all.
It seemed he didn't even need to make the first move as you had approached him first; starting up a conversation about fitness and hobbies involving exercise. Over a few days the two of you started talking and found that you got along quite well and became close friends in a very short amount of time.
One day Jack brought up the possibility of learning your training regiment and trying it out for himself. You supported him whole heartedly and even gave him a really inspiring and touching pep talk.
You also told him if his muscles ever hurt too much after a work out, you'd carry him wherever he needs to go. He gave you an playfully annoyed look, lightly punching your arm.
The weight room is now your little hole in the wall to hang out at.
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The manliest man in Pomfiore, Epel Felmier.
Epel first met you in the NRC's cafeteria, while he was trying to escape the beautifying clutches of his prefect and vice prefect.
He had quite literally bumped into you, startling you to the point of your muscles tensing, causing you to snap your lunch tray in half with your bare hands. Your lunch landed on the ground with an unceremonious 'plop'. You sulked, your large stature slouching and shoulders slumping as you let out a defeated, "Aw man..."
Epel turned to see just who he'd bumped into and he turned pale while also feeling some sort of admiration. The boy in front of him towered over him, he looked like he could snap Epel in half like a twig.
Oops. He said that out loud.
You'd let out a hearty laugh and thanked Epel for his strangely worded compliment. Telling him you worked out occasionally. His eyes sparkled as he clasped his hands in front of him and begged you to teach him your ways.
Epel told you of his dilemma; how he felt emasculated by his feminine appearance and below average strength. However, you assured him that he was perfectly manly just the way he was and that if he didn't see it, you would keep on telling him until he believed it himself.
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My favorite half fae first year, Sebek Zigvolt!
He met you in passing while escorting Malleus to his class. Your unique look seemed to have caught the dragon fae's attention for a few moments before he returned his focus to hallway in front of him.
That's all it took for Sebek to absolutely despise you; for a bit at least. A mere human caught his master's attention!? How dare they!! And after a small mention of how you, a mere human, may make a good knight from Malleus; Sebek made up his mind and went to confront you.
When he finds you, he challenges you to a duel in swordsmanship that you confusedly agree to.
At first he had the upper hand due to your lack of knowing how to properly use a sword. He knocked you down continuously, yet you kept getting back up and refused to back down.
Then suddenly, with a burst of confidence, you swung your sword with a great force, unintentionally using your full strength. Both swords shatter on impact and Sebek is thrown back onto his butt.
You look at the broken metal on the ground in embarrassment, bringing your hand up to cup the back of your neck.
"Uuuh.... Whoops?..."
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The enigmatic boy from another world; Yuu.
He met you when he and Grim first came to Ramshackle Dorm. You were standing in front of a broken door in the common room, presumably one that was already broken judging by the state of the dorm itself. He cleared his throat to get your attention, then introduced himself and you both hit it off from there.
Yuu unfortunately found out about your ridiculous strength when, while cutting the steak on your plate during dinner, you accidentally cut you plate clean in half. Then the table itself unceremoniously snapped in half right where your plate was sat. To say Yuu was traumatized was an understatement. He was horrified.
What the hell did you eat to be able to cut through porcelain like it's butter? And then the table!? Then you had the audacity to look shocked? Wtf? Was everyone in this world freakishly strong?
Yuu could only stare at you silently like you were some sort of alien, causing you to look away guiltily.
"...Sorry..."
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Collared part 40
The final one!
Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually finally
Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.
Episode summary: You try sitting
Warnings: None
A/N: You guys!! I can't believe we're at the end! This is my first series and it took me 40 chapters to get there, but we're finally there!
Word count: 1.5k
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Part 39 <-
Sam watched you staring at the dining table chairs. He’d come up behind you and you hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. He didn’t want to interrupt your moment, but he was worried if he tried to back away you’d hear and it’d make it even more awkward.
You sighed and then started to head to the collection of cushions on the floor.
“You know,” he said gently, trying not to startle you, “you don’t have to start with the hardest thing first.”
“Huh?”
“Chairs seem like they have a lot of baggage. You were literally tortured by the collar when Dean tried to get you to sit on one, and I’m sure there was worse. But what if you start with something that doesn’t have that association?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, the kitchen bench, the table itself, the top of the step ladder?”
You turned to look at the bench. You seemed to contemplate it for a few moments before heading over to over to it. You ran your hands along it.
“This could work,” you murmured. You turned around, putting the heels of your hand on the edge of the bench. You looked like you were testing your weight on your wrists, deciding whether to lift up. He would offer to lift you, but he had a feeling this was something you’d want to do by yourself.
He turned to the pantry, busying himself so you didn’t feel like he was staring. He heard a noise behind him and had to force himself not to turn around. You didn’t sound hurt, you didn’t need him. You needed privacy.
He gave it a minute or so before he turned back to you. There you were, sitting on the bench. You looked a little apprehensive but not too bad. He smiled at you then continued busying himself getting breakfast ready.
He heard Dean’s footsteps enter the kitchen. “Wa-hey Bambi! You’re airborne again!”
Sam watched your whole face light up at Dean’s joke. It was adorable how you two acted with each other when you weren’t freaking out about the other one’s reactions.
Dean headed over to you, leaning against the bench next to you. Sam took that cue to busy himself again, although he was running out of things to do to get breakfast given he was just getting out cereal. He could still hear the conversation, but at least he didn’t look like he was intruding.
“How you feeling?” Dean asked.
“I mean, it’s not quite comfortable, you know? But it’s not that bad. It’s kinda nice being up high too.”
“Yeah, you almost made it to a sensible height.” Sam could hear Dean’s voice turn to teasing you.
“Oh? Is only your height sensible, is it?”
“Of course!”
“Sam, you got an opinion on that?” you called to him.
Sam turned around, glad he didn’t have to keep pretending he was getting out cutlery. “Hey, hey, I support people of all statures. I’ve never been to jail for a hate crime against little people.”
You looked at Dean, shocked but still smiling.
“Oi! That was not a hate crime!” Dean replied indignantly. “I was trying to tell you that the problem was fairies.”
You giggled. “You fought fairies?”
“Yeah, look, just because things have a cute name doesn’t mean they’re not problematic.”
“And you solved that by going to jail?”
“What? No. Look, whose side are you on?”
“Anyone who’s against you, obviously!” You stuck your tongue out at Dean. The flirting was really reaching fever pitch now, Sam thought.
“Sassy Bambi has come out today, I see.”
“Aww, did Sassy Bambi hurt Ickle Dean’s feelings?”
Sam was very torn. On the one hand, he wanted you two to get together, if that’s what you both wanted. On the other, he didn’t really want to be incredibly awkwardly third-wheeling your first hook-up while holding cereal.
“So, uh, breakfast?” Sam said, holding up the cereal and spoons. You two could recreate the moment. Alone.
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“You ok?” Sam asked Dean quietly when they were alone.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You literally woke me up because you were terrified you’d scared Y/N.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. All good.”
“So we’re not going to have any more ‘Missing woman found in own bedroom’ moments?”
“Shut up, bitch.”
“Just checking...”
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Dean walked in to the library to find you sitting on the table, looking at the phone Sam had gotten you yesterday. “Heya Bambi,” he said.
“Hi Squirrel.”
He raised his eyebrow, fixing you with a glare.
You laughed.
“What you up to?” you asked after a moment, turning the conversation.
“I was thinking of looking for a case. One we, umm, could take you to, but only if you promise to stay in the motel. Or you can stay here, if you want.”
You turned your head on the side, looking quizzically at him. “You have changed, haven’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Maybe I mean ‘you listened’, rather than changed.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta be less pensive if you want the rest of the class to follow you.”
“I just- I’m happy. I said I didn’t want to be treated like I was fragile, and you’re finally not. Well, in your own overprotective way.”
He scratched his neck, awkward. “Umm, yeah. Ok. So, do you wanna help look...?”
“Can we go practice some moves first?”
“If you’re not ready, we can wait.”
“No, I’m ready. I just want to remind myself that I can do this before we do.”
“And getting to hit me reminds you of that, does it?” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, I mean, that’s absolutely a side benefit. Hell, that’s the whole goal some days.”
He put on his best bitch face. You playfully clapped your hand on his chest as you jumped off the table.
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“Is it easier?” Dean asked you.
“Is what easier?”
“Sitting on the bench.” He gestured to where you were perched, watching him cook.
“Umm, I think so. The chair is just...” You trailed off.
“Too much?”
“Yeah.”
“Fair enough.”
Dean kept cooking, not noticing you staring at your fingers.
“Sometimes I worry I won’t ever be normal,” you said quietly.
He turned to you. “Sweetheart, you’ve been sitting on furniture for one day. You’ve been healing and making huge progress.” He reached forward and cupped your cheek. “And yeah, maybe you won’t. Sammy and I have been through some shit and we’re not the same, we’re not normal. But we’re ok.”
“If I’m not normal, how am I going to leave?”
He froze, “Do you- do you want to leave?” He dropped his hand.
“Don’t you want your freedom back? I appreciate you’re willing to take me to a case to stay in a motel, but I’m sure eventually that’ll be annoying or unsuitable.”
“Logistics is not a reason to leave,” he said in a choked voice.
A small smile appeared on your face. He breathed again, a small glimmer of hope igniting within. “Do you... Do you want me to stay?” you asked in a very small voice.
“If you wa-” he started, then noticed your face falling. He steeled himself, if he didn’t take this moment you would be gone forever. “I mean- yes, Bambi, I want you to stay.”
“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”
“I was telling you it was your choice to be nice. What I want...” he moved closer again. “What I want is-”
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Dean span. Fuck, the smoke alarm was going off, he’d burnt dinner. He quickly crossed to the pan, turning off the burner and trying to deal with the mess. He could see you’d jumped off the bench behind him and we’re trying to fan the smoke away, and Sam came running in to help.
Later, when it was over, Sam turned to Dean. “What were you doing? Not like you to be so distracted.”
“I, uh-” Dean started.
“It’s my fault, I was distracting him,” you answered.
Sam smirked. “Well, maybe I’ll leave you two to the clean up then.”
“Yeah, sure, Sammy, we’ll clean it all up. Might be eggs on toast for dinner though.”
Sam nodded and headed out, a grin on his face. Dean didn’t have time to wonder about that as he turned back to find you biting your lip and looking up at him.
“Where were we?” he asked you playfully.
“Well, I was over here,” you said moving towards the bench. Dean reached forward and lifted you up, sitting you on top of the bench. You giggled.
“And I think I was here,” he said, moving closer.
You spread your legs a little and pulled him to stand between them. “I think this is a better place, don’t you?”
“Certainly has some advantages. And as I’ve said before, I like what your newfound bench sitting does for your height.” He reached his hand to cup your face again.
“Oh? Does that present some advantages too?”
“Can certainly think of some uses.” He leaned forward, watching your reactions. You were smiling and leaning forward.
He bent down slightly and kissed you.
Finally.
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Dc x dp idea 23
Valerie goes to free phantom after she turned him into the GIW. She ran into Martian manhunter along the way.
In her defense she didn’t know Danny and phantom were the same. She completely believed the whole non sentient destruction craving ghost bit. Both the Fentons and the government were pushing those beliefs and most of amity believed it. They did cost her dad his job after all.
But when sam and tucker confronted her as Valerie not even as red huntress about where phantom was she wasn’t gonna tell them. That is until they told her he was Danny with proof.
The issue now is, he had been moved so Valerie couldn’t even break him out without having to find him first. Tucker manages to hack them and get the location. Before they could argue about letting her go. There was a the sound of same front door being forced open. Sam and Tucker were being taken to be tested for contamination. Valerie manages to stay hidden while they were dragged of. Which left Valerie to fix this on her own.
Leaving amity she went Obviously as red huntress. She just hoped sam and tucker were being brought to the same place.
Now there was a green humanoid flying in front of her blocking her. Not a ghost her sensors didn’t go off.
At a certain point she gave up on just avoiding him. It was not working in her favor. So she just states it as it is. She is breaking into a government facility to break out three people hoping that they’ll forgive her for believing the government. She doesn’t have time to deal with whoever he is they already had Danny for three days.
She does end up getting benched. Mainly because they are questioning her. But Danny and crew do get rescued by a league of hero’s.
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Point of Ignition [four]
WARNINGS: Mild sexual (one night stand) situation, sexual tension, flirting, an introduction
WORD COUNT: 3095
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You found out rather quickly that being Bucky’s friend meant he had a free pass at touching you. An arm around your shoulders, constant holding of your hand, a grab of your knee to get your attention. Once when you were trying to show him something on your phone, he gathered you into his lap so he could read over your shoulder.
You didn’t mind, if you were telling the truth. You might have been a little touch-starved, growing up the way you did, but it wasn’t a big deal. Even if Natasha pointedly gave you looks that you dutifully ignored every time Bucky laid a hand on or near you.
Natasha and Sam were a full-fledged couple by the second week of classes, and with them fully in the honeymoon phase, you found yourself hanging out with Sam and Bucky all the time. It worked out that all your schedules allowed an hour or so break right at lunchtime, so congregating in the cafeteria became your norm.
“Pidge. What kind of nerd studies at lunch?”
You rolled your eyes before you flicked them up to see Bucky standing before you, with that damn leather jacket on. Your last class had ended a little early, so you’d made to the cafeteria before the rest of your little group.
“The kind that has her first major test next class.”
Bucky solemnly nodded as he set his bag down, throwing one leg over the bench across from you.
“Did you eat yet?”
“No, I’ve been studying.”
Bucky nodded, leaving his stuff with you as he left the table. Sam and Natasha showed up then, setting their trays of food down on the table across from you.
“Did you eat?”
You lifted your book as an answer to Natasha, and she sighed.
“You need to eat. I’m sure you had something nutritious for breakfast, like … a chocolate bar?”
You flicked your eyes up at her and she raised an eyebrow.
“Anything at all?”
“I have to pass this test.”
You went back to your textbook as Natasha sighed. She went to open her mouth, closing it when Bucky appeared with two trays of food in his hands. He set one tray in front of you and you blinked as you looked over the top of your book. You shook your head as he reached over and took your textbook from you.
“Eat and we’ll quiz you.”
“But I—“
“Eat, Pidge.”
You looked down at burger and fries he’d gotten you, picking up the burger and taking a bite, giving a soft moan at the taste.
“Okay, I didn’t realize I was this hungry.”
“Exactly. So what are we … Intro to Chem? Oh, fuck.”
You giggled around another bite as Bucky blew out a breath, shaking his head before he started reading, asking you questions along the way.
You stepped out of the doorway of the auditorium, the huge space needed for the massive amount of students in your class. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes, letting your head fall back as you took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“So that was as bad as I thought? I’m not just extraordinarily stupid?”
You leveled your head to see a guy you’d noticed in class a few times sitting at a small table across from the door you’d just stepped out of. You shook your head, making your way to him.
“It was horrible. Or else we’re both extraordinarily stupid.”
He laughed and shook his head, then held out a hand.
“John Walker.”
You told him your name and shook his hand, sitting in the chair beside him. John shook his head again.
“I felt like I had never even seen some of that stuff before. I swear some questions were from the next chapter we haven’t even started on.”
“I think you’re right.”
John sighed, looking at his watch.
“Hey, I was going to go grab a drink from the caf before my next hour of humiliation. Care to join?”
You looked at him, the lightness of his hair, the blue of his eyes, the kindness in his smile. He raised his eyebrows and you nodded, a smile coming over your face.
“Sure.”
John was a pre-med major, an upperclassman who had put off chemistry as long as he could. You couldn’t blame him for that, even if your mindset was to get it out of the way as soon as possible. He was easy to talk to, funny, and very charming, even if the blue of his eyes wasn’t quite the right shade.
Wait.
What?
No.
You shook your head as you pushed open the door to your dorm, rolling your eyes when you saw it was empty. Natasha was always with Sam anyway, so you shouldn’t even be surprised. You set your books down on your bed, reaching under it for the caddy that held all of your shower stuff. You took off your clothes and changed shoes, sliding your bathrobe on, flip flops slapping against the tiled floor as you made your way to the communal showers. You picked one at the end, hanging your bathrobe outside and turning the shower on. You groaned as you stepped under the warm water, squirting shampoo on your palm and lathering up your hair. You turned to grab your soap, gasping when the water suddenly went frigid.
You rinsed the shampoo from your hair, teeth chattering even as you tried to avoid the icy flow from the shower head. You heard a shriek from one of the other showers, rinsing yourself quickly, stepping back just in time to watch the water flow taper off before stopping completely.
“What the hell, man?!”
You shivered as you grabbed your towel, wrapping it around you and glaring at the shower head. You dried off enough to wrap your bathrobe around you, grabbing your things and making your way back down to your dorm. You wrapped your hair in your towel and called Natasha, praying she and Sam weren’t … busy at the moment.
“Hey, Muffin.”
“Oh thank God.”
“What?”
“You’re not out of breath or halfway through a moan.”
Natasha laughed.
“Shut up, you whore.”
“Takes one to know one.”
You smiled as she laughed again and you sighed.
“Nat, the water just shut off.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I was in the shower and the water went freakin’ icy, then shut off.”
“Surely the college paid the water bill.”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Oh, wait.”
You stood up, unwrapping your hair and shivering again as you went to your dresser and grabbed some clothes.
“Ooh, Sam heard a water main busted. Also reports of a boiler issue.”
“Perfect.”
You blew out a breath, twisting your hair and clipping it to your head before Natasha spoke again.
“Come over here.”
“What? No.”
“You’re not staying there with no water. You can’t brush your teeth or pee or anything. Sam said it was fine.”
“Nat—“
“Hey, it’s Sam. Come stay with us.”
“‘Us?’”
“Yeah, me and Buck.”
You barked a laugh before you could stop yourself.
“I’m not staying with Bucky.”
“Why not? I thought you were friends.”
You narrowed your eyes at the sarcasm of Natasha’s husky voice.
“We are. Not spend the night friends, but friends enough.”
“Get your shit together and get your ass over here.”
“Nat—“
“Don’t make me come get you. You won’t like it.”
“But I—“
Your mouth dropped open when you heard the click of the call ending.
“That little witch.”
You tossed your phone onto your bed and glared at it. After a moment, it buzzed with a text, which you walked over to read.
If the boiler is fucked up, it will mess up the heat and it’s supposed to get cold soon. You’ll be warm and clean over here. Please.
You groaned, walking back to your dresser and pulling out more clothes. You took one of Natasha’s bags just for the hell of it and packed your clothes, then packed your school stuff.
We’re on our way.
It wouldn’t kill me to walk.
Just wait for us, you stubborn ass.
You refused to dignify Natasha with a response, so you just walked downstairs and waited until you saw Sam’s car. He jogged around from the driver’s side and took your bags from you, and you shivered as you followed him to the car.
“Why didn’t you use my hair dryer?”
“Hello to you too, Roomie. I’m fine, thanks.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and you shrugged your shoulders.
“I didn’t think about it.”
“You can take a warm shower when we get to the apartment. Did you eat yet?”
You shook your head and Natasha grinned at Sam as he buckled his seatbelt. He sighed, shaking his head and smiling as he pulled away from the dorm.
“Where we going?”
You stood at the bottom of some steps, staring up at the building with your arm tangled in Natasha's. The doors were facing the parking lot where you were waiting, three on the bottom and three at the top of some stairs.
Sam had insisted on grabbing your bags, but he also insisted on dropping the two of you off at the building before he parked the car.
“I feel so gross.”
“Why?”
“I barely got to wash in the shower, and I didn’t get to condition my hair at all. It feels like straw.”
“Well, don’t worry. The apartment’s got two bathrooms.”
“Seriously?”
Natasha nodded, smiling when she saw Sam.
“That’s my Victoria’s Secret bag, isn’t it?”
“Yep.”
She bumped your hip with her own, lifting her chin.
“Second floor, last door on the right. It should be unlocked.”
“They just leave their door unlocked?”
“Have you seen them? You think somebody would dare to try something?”
You watched as she walked away, abandoning you to go to Sam. You rolled your eyes, starting up the stairs, walking across the second floor balcony until you got to the door.
“Oh, you might want to—“
You opened the door just as Sam’s voice rang out, and you gasped at the sight just inside the door. You quickly shut it, moving to stand beside it, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Natasha left Sam to hurry to you, a wince on her face.
“Did you—“
“Naked. Just bare naked ass.”
Natasha nodded, wrinkling her nose.
“Sorry. We should have warned you.”
You shook your head as you turned to meet her eyes. Sam stepped up behind her, setting your bags down.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d be home already.”
You looked from Sam to Natasha.
“This happens regularly?”
They both nodded. Sam winced as he spoke.
“When Buck brings a girl home, the couch is where … you know.”
“Yes I do, since I just witnessed it with my poor little eyes.”
“Like they’re so innocent.”
You glared at Nat, the three of you taking a step back when the door opened. A girl stepped through the door, dutifully ignoring all of your eyes, face flushed as she tugged on the hem of her shirt. She quickly made her way down to the stairs, and you shook your head.
“I think I’ll take my chances back at the dorm.”
Natasha grabbed your arm before you could walk away, tugging you into the warm apartment. You looked around the surprisingly clean space, making a face at the couch. Natasha let you go and you walked further inside, going to the kitchen and looking around. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t tiny, either. You could hear the shower running and you glanced down the hall, seeing two doors on one side and one door on the other. Sam walked up behind you, motioning to the wall with one door.
“That’s my room. The doors on this side are the bathroom, then Bucky’s room. Laundry’s up by the kitchen. Make yourself at home.”
You nodded as he went back to the living area, and Natasha walked over to you, tugging you to sit at one of the barstools while she sat beside you.
“It’s not so bad, huh?”
“It’s nice. A little X-rated, but …”
She chuckled and you smiled at her.
“Our whole dorm could fit in their living room.”
“I know. But the dorm’s a requirement the first year.”
You nodded, back straightening when the shower turned off. You leaned closer to Natasha.
“Where am I supposed to sleep? I’m not touching that couch with a ten foot pole.”
“I’m sure we could kick Sam out and you and I share his bed tonight.”
“Yeah, but what if they don’t get the water fixed in a timely manner?”
Natasha bit her lip and you sighed.
“I can’t kick Sam out of his bed in his own apartment. I’ll just spring for a motel or something.”
“Now hang on just a—“
The two of you glanced down the hall as the bathroom door opened, your eyes widening when Bucky stepped out. He had a towel around his waist, no shirt, tattoos shining in the low lighting. A smile came over his face when he met your eyes.
“Pidge, what are you doing here? No one told me we were having company.”
“Well, you seemed to be having a bit of company yourself.”
Bucky walked to the fridge, glancing back to give you a wink.
“You jealous, pigeon?”
“Absolutely not.”
Bucky chuckled as he pulled a jug of orange juice from the fridge, twisting off the top. Natasha grabbed the top from him, tossing it and hitting him in the forehead.
“Use a glass, you Neanderthal.”
“Batty, you wound me.”
Your eyebrows were raised when you looked at her, and her eye roll was a silent “I’ll tell you later.” Bucky walked to a cabinet and got a glass, pouring some juice into it before replacing the jug. He took a long sip, then turned to you, leaning over, tattooed arms resting on the countertop.
“Everything alright?”
You shook your head, motioning to your hair.
“Water issues at the dorm.”
“Shit, that was true? I’d heard a main busted and the boiler fucked up.”
You nodded, and Bucky looked at Natasha.
“You two are staying here ‘til they get it fixed, right?”
Natasha nodded as you shook your head. Bucky raised an eyebrow and you spoke up.
“No, just for tonight. I’ll figure something out tomorrow.”
“Figure what out?”
“Where I can sleep? If you think I’m getting anywhere near that hotbed of filth you call a couch, you’re out of your mind.”
Bucky threw his head back and laughed. Sam stood up from one of the recliners in the living room and joined the rest of you, looping his arms over the back of Natasha’s barstool and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“You and Nat can have my bed and I’ll sleep in a chair.”
“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed, Sam.”
“So don’t. You can sleep in my bed.”
Three pairs of eyes shot to Bucky as he drained the rest of his juice. He turned to put his glass in the sink then turned back, shrugging when he saw the varying looks of disbelief before him. He met your eyes and you shook your head.
“Your bed is probably worse than the couch. Talk about a petri dish of disgusting—“
“Nobody sleeps in my bed but me, Pidge.”
You raised an eyebrow and he motioned towards the couch.
“You saw it. If I bag a girl, I do it on the couch.”
“‘Bag?’ What, like she’s groceries?”
Bucky laughed again.
“You’re so cute, Pidge. I’ll take your stuff to my room and you can get a hot shower.”
“But—“
You watched him grab your bags, heard him whistle a tune as he carried them through the second door on the right side of the hall.
“Well.”
Natasha stretched the word out, popping her lips. Sam smiled as he turned and walked down the hall, disappearing through the door across from where Bucky had gone. Natasha slid off her barstool, starting to follow Sam when you darted from behind her, stopping her in her tracks. She didn’t even try to hide her smile as she spoke.
“Will you unclench?”
Your eyes widened and she shook her head.
“No big deal. You’ve got a warm shower waiting and a nice place to sleep. I’m sure they’ll have the boiler or whatever fixed in no time.”
“Nat.”
“It will be fine. Just don’t … snoop in any drawers or anything.”
“Natasha.”
“Sweet dreams, muffin. See you in the morning.”
She stepped around you and walked through Sam’s door, closing and locking it behind her.
“I despise you.”
“Heard that!”
You groaned and put your head in your hands, then made your way down the hall to Bucky’s room. You opened the door and gasped, slapping a hand over your eyes.
“You know … if you wanted to see me naked, Pidge, all you gotta do is ask.”
“I do not want to see you naked.”
"Yet here we are, for the second time tonight.”
“Forget it. I’ll go sleep in Sam’s car.”
Bucky laughed as you turned away, bumping into the door frame since you still had your hand over your eyes. You hadn’t actually seen Bucky naked. He was stepping into a pair of boxers when you opened the door, so it was just his ass that you had seen.
For the second time tonight.
“I’m decent, Pidge. You can lower your hand.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Ouch, pigeon. That hurts.”
You spread your fingers apart, peeking through to see Bucky in his boxers but no shirt, smiling with his tattooed arms crossed over his muscular chest. You lowered your hand and he walked to sit on the bed.
“Right or left?”
You blinked, and your confusion must have been evident on your face, because his smile grew as he spoke again.
“What side of the bed do you sleep on?”
“Wait. You’re going to …”
“You didn’t think I was going to let you sleep in my bed without me, did you? Like I’d pass up that chance.”
You sighed.
“Sam’s car is looking better and better.”
Bucky chuckled.
“Come on, Pidge. I’ll stay on my side and keep my hands to myself and everything.”
“Promise?”
He held out a hand, closing it into a fist with his pinky finger sticking out.
“Pinky swear.”
You couldn’t help but smile, stepping forward and locking your pinky with his.
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Wildest Dreams: Part 5
The ball in his hands had been tossed back and forth aimlessly, his eyes fixating on the bright white stitching that held the leather together and had been engrained with the school’s logo on the side.
It was all a distraction while he played the waiting game with Bucky, hopeful that you would still make an appearance at their practice.
They had been talking about it since the Dean’s office, the two alphas discussing how they could manage to get the three of you to move forward in friendship and then a relationship, drawing from your shared past as motivation to solidify your future.
And still, it had depended on their hope that they would see you in the stands with some of the other omegas and girls that had been invited to watch. The invitation had to be made and cleared by the security for the team and stadium, and there would’ve been a pass left for you to enter the stadium.
“She’s going to be here,” Steve mumbled under his breath as a reminder to himself, another hopeful wish that he’d look over and see you waiting for him; for them.
Steve and Bucky had been rendered eager by the promise you made to watch their practices, and even as hopeful as they were, they wondered if you would skip out on them. There were always some doubts that you would let your anger and your hurt, your past abandonment overshadow the chance to be together again.
Whether you would let that go slowly and make an effort to be with them, even starting as friends, or hold onto it was almost debilitating.
Steve had held his breath and bit his tongue while he was tossing the ball back and forth, his gaze briefly darting through the crowd of players to find Bucky. Their eyes met, blu-green with crystalline blues, and a smile built on both the alpha’s faces. A form of silent communication bounced between Steve and Bucky, a message sent and received with a wink and purse of his lips.
The two alphas were so close, so well bound and familiar with each other that it seemed like they could have entire conversations and not say a single thing. It was an extension of the connection you three once had together and hopefully would have again.
“She’s going to come.” Steve tucked the ball under his arm exhaling the puff of air he had kept in while slowly traversing to the edge of the field where his helmet had remained on the steel bench, set beside the bag of medical gear the team’s first aid staff had.
He had stooped to the bench and sank upon the metal, his leg and feet stretched out in front of him.
He slammed the ball upon the hard surface and ran his fingers through his hair, watching Bucky screwing around with a few of the linemen, specifically the defensive tackle and the defensive end. The two defensive players were just as tall as Steve and Bucky were, though Sam had been far broader than even Steve was, and Ari was far more physically imposing.
Both Sam and Ari, surprisingly, made Steve and Bucky feel small.
“Practice is starting, get your helmet on.” The assistant coach had directed his attention toward Steve and then nodded his head in the direction of the space behind Steve.
The dirty blonde whipped his head around, a grin wide and bold bursting on his face when he spotted you sitting in the lower middle. You weren’t paying attention to Steve or Bucky, you were having a conversation with Rhys as she waved her hands animatedly, relaying some eclectic tale of her wonder.
The two of you weren’t aware that Steve or Bucky had been staring at you, though Steve almost preferred your indifference. With you paying attention to Rhys and not him, Steve could study you and commit every detail of you and your appearance on the stand as if he was going to be judged or tested.
He was amazed at how beautiful and adorable an omega like you could have appeared, how breathtaking you could be in a cable-knit school toque and an oversized pale lavender Karbon fall jacket, with only the appearance of a sweater poking above the hem of the hood.
Despite it still being fall and just barely on the cusp of a potential early winter, the air and weather had taken a sour turn. There was still endless potential for warm weathered fall days, and months before the season ended on December 11th, however, the area was being battered by a cold snap.
“Rogers!” the coach had called his name, Rhys and yourself turning your head to look at him.
Steve reacted as if a jolt of lightning had shot through him, standing in earnest. He rose to his feet quickly and snatched his helmet from the bench seat, taking a single step before he looked back at you and smiled small.
“I knew she would come.” Steve exchanged a whisper to Bucky in passing, the two bumping hips with each other.
“Never doubted it for a second.” Bucky grinned, placing a kiss on Steve’s cheek with a firm pat on the ass before he stepped on the field with Steve, Bucky helped yank Steve’s helmet on his head before pulling his own on.
Bucky turned his head and looked your way.
He watched you as you fiddled with your phone before you slipped it back in your pocket, drawing your eyes upon Steve and Bucky before looking away. You dropped your gaze to the bench beside you and your bag that you found mildly interesting, or maybe it was the spine of whatever book you had packed. It was probably your thought that maybe you would get bored and need something to read, instead of focusing on the crash coming from the field.
“Rogers! Barnes! Quit screwing around and run your play!” Bucky’s lips were tugged into a smirk, and he found himself glancing over his shoulder toward Steve, blue-green and blue meeting before the sharp sting of the whistle from their coach redirected their attention.
Your fingers ran over the ridge in the stadium seat over and over, treating the hard edge like it was a stress ball rather than something to be sat on. Your eyes had been glued to the field as they ran play after play, each more impressive than the last, with pristine functionality.
Though you didn’t understand the exact details of their practice you were amazed by the speed and the force that was put behind each whip of the ball or tackle that would’ve rendered you a pancake on the turf. It was improbable that you could have ever been as quick on your feet or carried enough strength to throw a man into the grass without hesitation, though it was almost amusing to imagine yourself on the field with them.
When practice had first started, you were debating with yourself to read the book you had brought with you, thinking that there would be nothing interesting about the players going at each other like modern gladiators, and yet you were deridingly entranced.
You were so taken by the team, so enamoured by the skills and tactics they had used on the field, leaving you caught by surprise when someone had come to sit beside you.
A shock that resulted in you finally using your book though not as intended, rather it was a weapon to whack the unsuspecting and young alpha across the shoulder and bicep with as much force as you could muster.
“I’m part of the team!” The brown hair and brown-eyed alpha had squeaked, batting you off with a wave of his hand and a plea for you to quit beating on him. “I’m Peter!”
“Announce yourself!” You huffed in retaliation and shoved your book back into your bag, side-eyeing the alpha when he settled himself beside you, rubbing his sore shoulder and bicep.
He didn’t inherently give you the impression of being an alpha you should have feared or wanted to get away from, rather he almost seemed as if he could have been an omega like yourself.
This alpha looked younger than he probably was and while he seemed smaller than almost all of the players on the field, a second look at him gave you the impression that he was not as weak or frail as you may have suspected.
“If you’re on the team then why aren’t you on the field?” Your suspicion of him had tapered off just enough to not hit him when he leaned forward and leaned in, his hands folded in front of him.
“Well, technically I’m on the team. I’m a freshman and second-string. Second string-“
“You’re a backup player, I get the gist.” You drew your eyes away from Peter, glancing toward the field and the two alphas who drove you mad.
Steve and Bucky were speaking to one of the defensive players, the one you thought was defensive end, the three of them speaking quietly amongst each other in a little troupe of gossip that had only been cut short with the sharp whistle. The last play of practice had been called and as the players took their positions and readied themselves to run the ball, Peter had spoken again.
“So your Steve and Bucky’s omega?” He drew your attention toward him, looking at you with curiosity, his brown eyes reflective and reminiscent of a puppy dog gaze if you had ever seen one.
“I’m not their omega, I’m their friend.” You corrected Peter, gaze flitting back and forth between the game and the alpha beside you, humming under your breath after the final play had gone through and been run to near perfection.
Steve and Bucky didn’t spare a thought, they hadn’t waited a moment before they yanked their helmets off and set them on the bench, planning to retrieve them later after they had come to greet you. You decided to meet them halfway, and after you had gathered your things, you started making your way down the stairs of the stadium.
You were stopped halfway down, your nose scrunching as you picked up the heady scent of sweat and grime from the turf and any residual dirt, the aroma making you grit your teeth. You wanted to protest any physical contact with the two alphas, planning on making a demand for a shower first, however, Steve and Bucky had taken the chance from you.
Bucky had grabbed you first, encasing his arms around you with an overeager reach. He lifted you from the stands as if you weighed nothing, his voice coming out in a seductive purr, almost as if he was a cat rubbing against its favourite scratching post.
“You stink! Bucky get off!” You whacked his arm repeatedly, squeaking when you were handed off to Steve, the latter who hugged you just as tightly, nonchalantly scenting you with their natural aromas and what they had picked up from practice.
“Steve! You need to shower-“ you groaned, your hands pushing at his chest until he set you down. The two alphas had looked down at you with matching beaming smiles and eyes brightly cast upon you.
“Dinner, bean?” Bucky tilted his head, cocking it like a curious puppy or kitten. “We can start tutoring?”
“You need showers, both of you. You smell disgusting.” You winced, yanking your bag from the ground to drape it over your shoulder, eyeing Steve and Bucky with mild annoyance. “Your scents are overpowering.”
“Shower, then dinner?” Steve alluded, generally hopeful that you would say yes without a moment’s hesitation.
“You just practiced for-“
“-now we’re hungry. Come on, Bean! We’ll pay. Please….?” Bucky’s bottom lip protruded, his eyes boring into yours with unkempt familiarity.
“It’s not about money, Bucky. It’s-“
No matter how you had tried, no matter how annoyed or vexed you were, you couldn’t come up with a quantifiable reason why you could or should deny them.
No matter how hard you thought or tried to resist the two alphas who were standing closer to you than you anticipated, and had been amorously drawn to each other as they were you, you felt yourself cratering and crumbling like a brittle piece of plastic.
You were giving in, caving in on yourself with little resistance and the more you tried to think of reasons to deny them, the harder it was to think of anything justifiable.
“Take a shower. You stink.” You scrunched your nose and shuddered, stepping away from the two of them. “And then…”
“And then…?” Bucky grinned, reaching his hand out to brush your hair off your shoulder.
“Dinner. As friends. That’s it.”
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Where You Need to Be
[Menagerie General Hospital]
Nurse:Your mother has one more test to run then she’ll be back here in no time.
Young Lucas:Okay, thank you…
Nurse:She talks about you everyday y’know? She’s going to be thrilled to see you!
The excitable nurse left the room. Lucas calmly took a sip of his soda he got from the vending machine as he played the waiting game. He didn’t dare look out the window towards the courtyard or go for a walk. Right now, things were good. Things were…normal.
???: Excuse me?
Gods, why can’t things be normal? His lungs captured a slow, deep breath before greeting the doorway with a smile. There was a young girl with a lovely little rhino horn and wearing a hospital gown.
Lucas:Yes, little one?
Girl:Wow! It really is you! Lady Belladonna’s son. Hi! I’m Sam.
Lucas:Hey Sam. Aren’t you spunky? Not to mention alone. Does the nurse know you’re out and about?
Sam:Shhhh! I snuck out for you.
Lucas:Hehe, for me? Why’s that?
Sam:You gotta know why! Can’t you see the future!?
Lucas:….Yeah. Yeah I can. It’s not always by choice though.
Sam:Oh…well, I was wondering something. You see, I’m actually going to surgery soon. I’m not scared or anything but…my mom…she….
Lucas:She’s worried for you?
Sam:*nods* Mommy says I shouldn’t lie, so I can’t tell her I’ll definitely be fine because…I’m a little nervous too. But…if you can see my future then I can definitely tell her everything will be alright! So please! *puts hands together* I wanna know my future.
Lucas:….Come closer.
The girls eyes lit up and she ran to him, front and center! Same watched his amber eyes gain a blue ring around the iris as his gaze became distant. It was a a handful of seconds later that he snapped out of the trance.
Sam:What did you see!?
Lucas:You’re gonna wake up and feel bad before puking all over the nurse.
Sam:*red* What!?
Lucas:It’s fine. Anesthesia, the sleepy medicine, does that to people sometimes. But the important part is you wake up. *smiles*
Sam:I knew it!
Nurse:Aha!
The children looked at the doorway to the nurse and Blake standing there. Blake waved at Sam. It was about to be the only gentle greeting the girl would get before the nurse lectured her. Then she looked at her dear boy.
Blake:Hey sweetie!
Lucas:Heh, someone looks happy.
Blake:Yeah, you’re here.
Nurse:Sam-
Sam:I’m sorry! I just wanted to know if I would get better for mom! Please don’t mad!
Nurse:That’s… *smiles* Why would I be mad at that? Still, no running off now. It’s time to go get ready. You gotta be big, strong, and keep all that adorable energy. That’s the key to every victory! Now then, let’s go.
Sam:Kay!
She gives Lucas a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before taking the nurses hand to leave, closing the door on the way out. Blake sits on her hospital bed right next to his chair and pets the boy’s hair; his head falls to her lap just like when he was little. She wanted to see his face so badly, but could tell by his trembling just how scared he was to stare too long.
Lucas:Sam, she’s-
Blake:Sshhh, I know. *frowns* I know…
Lucas:What’s the point of seeing the future when you can’t change it?
Blake:Maybe… it’s not always about changing it? It’s about being there at the right time.
Lucas:….How soon is her surgery?
xxxxxx
It had only been two hours later that he found himself walking through the courtyard with Blake towards a bench made for two. Only to see one spot solemnly filled by a woman with a rhinoceros horn, tears endlessly rolling down her face. Lucas walked a little faster until he was right in front of her. Somehow, she found the strength to raise her head to meet his gaze.
Mother:The nurse said…you saw her last?
Lucas:Yeah, I did. And…right before she went in.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his scroll to show a picture of Sam cheesing at the camera and waving.
Lucas:She was nothing but happy and thinking of you.
Whatever strength the mother had left faded as she audibly wailed. Both Lucas and Blake supported her body, holding her close as she repeatedly thanked him through the tears. Lucas didn’t know if this could even begin to make him feel okay, but he glad he was right here in this moment; right where he needed to be.
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With November the 5th almost upon us, I have compiled my 13 most favorite Destiel episodes that you can binge on Destiel day/the month as a whole + honorable mentions. It happened to end up being 13 but it's perfect because it can represent The Mixtape. They're all in order.
Season 4, Episode 1. "Lazarus Rising"
You can't have a Destiel watch-a-thon without going back to the night they met! 4x1 is a must watch.
Season 4, Episode 7. "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester"
In this episode, Cas pretty much begins to break the rules for Dean, and expresses to him that he has doubts. We have the iconic bench scene in this episode!
Season 4, Episode 16. "On the Head of a Pin" Cas says that his superiors think he's getting too close to Dean, and at the end of the episode, Dean and Cas have a heart to heart while Dean is in the hospital.
Season 4, Episode 22. "Lucifer Rising" The season 4 finale, and the point where Cas pretty much rebels entirely for Dean.
Season 5, Episode 3. "Free to Be You and Me"
A well known Destiel episode, this is a great bonding episode for Dean and Cas, and helps develop their friendship with one another.
Season 5, Episode 4. "The End" Another popular Destiel episode, Dean is taken 5 years into the future (2014) and meets the alternate future versions of himself and Cas, who I'm not alone in feeling like they were sleeping with each other.
Season 5, Episode 18. "The Point of No Return" This episode has some great interactions between Cas and Dean, and a lot of subtext.
Season 6, Episode 20. "The Man Who Would Be King"
A very popular episode amongst Destiel shippers, this episode was the episode that I, along with many others, were fully convinced of Destiel. One of my all time favorite SPN episodes, and greatly written, the focus is on Cas as he reveals what he's been up to the past year, and the episode where Dean is heartbroken to realize that Cas betrayed them.
Season 8, Episode 17. "Goodbye Stranger"
It's revealed that Cas has been being brainwashed by Naomi and unknowingly helping her. He is ordered to kill Dean, but his brainwashing breaks after Dean tells him that he needs him. (Which in the script was written as "I love you" instead of "I need you.")
Season 10, Episode 5. "Fanfiction" This episode isn't exactly a "Destiel Episode." Cas isn't even in it! It's a meta episode about a bunch of teenagers putting on an SPN play with their own interpretations of it, including Destiel, and even referencing it by name! A definite fan favorite, and one of my all time favorites. It's definitely a comfort episode of mine.
Season 12, Episode 10. "Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets" Throughout Season 12, there were many great Destiel moments, arguably some of the most out of any season. (They were opening the show up to the possibility of Destiel and were testing the waters while they did a market study.) I chose this episode to put on the list because this entire episode is basically one big parallel to Destiel, what more is there to say? SPN was especially insane for this one, and how blatant the parallels were. You can find many more s12 Destiel episodes, though.
Season 13, Episode 6. "Tombstone" The first episode after Cas is spit out of The Empty, Cas and Dean are on a hunt with Sam and Jack, and Dean and Cas dress up as cowboys. A pretty light hearted, fun episode where they all very much act like a family.
Season 15, Episode 18. "Despair" We all know what this one is. It's the reason why we celebrate November 5th, why I'm writing this. Destiel becomes (mostly) canon.
Honorable Mentions:
The Purgatory scenes from the beginning of Season 8. (Episodes 1-5.)
Way too much to add onto the main list, but some of the best and most intense Destiel scenes regardless. All they did was sacrifice themselves for each other there, with Cas leaving Dean to lead the monsters away from him, to Dean staying there for a year just to find his angel.
Season 8, Episode 7. "A Little Slice of Kevin" Cas comes back from Purgatory after Dean drives himself crazy thinking he's seeing Cas everywhere he looks, and the two have a heartfelt reunion.
Season 9, Episode 6. "Heaven Can't Wait" The first episode that Robert Berens, who wrote 15x18, wrote. A human Cas is working at a Gas-N-Sip when Dean comes to visit with him and work a case with him. Note that Misha was told to play Cas like a "jilted lover" towards Dean in this episode.
Parallels between Dean & Cas and Cain & Collette in Season 10. (Most predominantly in episodes 14 and 22. 14, where Dean and Cain have a showdown, and 22, where Dean beats up Cas badly, almost killing him before he makes himself stop.)
Season 15 certainly had a lot of Destiel (they knew what they were going to do with Cas in 15x18 at this point, and Misha played Cas as in love with Dean the entirety of s15) but two episodes besides 15x18 stand out to me:
Season 15, Episode 3. "The Rupture" Dean and Cas have been fighting and Dean has been very angry at Cas ever since Mary died. It finally comes to a head in this episode, and they pretty much "break up."
Season 15, Episode 9. "The Trap" Dean and Cas finally make up, and Dean forgives Cas. He falls to his knees crying while he prays to Cas for forgiveness and opens up to him more than he does to almost any other character.
There are many many more episodes I didn't mention, because there are just so many!! These are the episodes in my opinion that are important to Destiel and/or have a lot of good moments. Hope you enjoy this list!!
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Stargirl | matildas x original character fic [part eight]
Words; 3.0k
Pairings; matildas team x astrid taylor (OC)
Warnings; swearing, mentions of injury (no blood)
A/N; so the games for this chapter weren't easy to find or go off but they still needed to be in there so i did this, hope it not too much of a cliché... enjoy
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After the Spain and Portugal games there came the AFF Women's championship and a lot of the regular players had left and gone back to their clubs or on a break, especially considering it was only a week later.
Charli and Astrid had been given the clearance from their overseas clubs to stay on national duty but Kyra and Courtney decided to go back to Sweden and play club games instead. Although it felt weird being in camp without the other two, it gave Charli, Cortnee and Astrid time to spend together with the other girls who were joining the squad for the first time.
Before the competition started, Charli, Cortnee and Astrid spent their few free days in Portugal before they had to fly over to the Philippines and begin their pre-match training with the rest of the team. They pretty much spent all their time on the beach enjoying the hot weather and good food, grateful to spend a few days relaxing before getting into game mode.
Training was training, but with a newer team full of even more inexperienced players it gave them the opportunity to develop a new style of play. Without players like Sam and Emily Gielnik there to take that central forward position, the coaches decided to test Astrid and see if she could handle the pressure there rather than on the right or left. Safe to say she could.
She was communicating well with Cortnee and Larrissa on either side of her, fighting off the defence and working with the midfield to score goals in the mini matches. Seeing Astrid take on this role so easily inspired the coaches when deciding on the starting line up for the next match.
Match day. Everyone was in high spirits for today, training had been going exceptionally well and the team dynamic was strong. They had been ushered into a conference room of the hotel to talk about the game and reveal the line up. Cortnee and Charli had been talking up Astrid being in the starting XI for the game, but Astrid kept brushing them off, not wanting to get her hopes up.
Over the past few days they had been analysing the Philippines style of play, so this session was a slight revision and going over their starting line up. Then came time for Tony to reveal his line up. He went through the slideshow, going from the defenders, to midfielders and finally the forwards. Charli’s name had been shown which was no surprise and Cortnee’s was revealed for the right forward position, Astrid looking at the left side and spotting Amy’s name, dropping her head down slightly. Tony began to list the names and their positions.
“And as the central forward, Astrid Taylor.” He spoke and Astrid lifted her head, eyes wide as she finally spotted her name on the screen. Her jaw dropped and Charli let out a little cheer, patting Astrid on the back, Cortnee ruffling her hair before Astrid finally smiled. She was part of the starting line up for the first time, as the central forward too.
The bus ride to the pitch was mostly silent, most girls listening to their own music, some chatting amongst themselves. Astrid hadn’t really spoken to anyone since boarding, taking the time to get in the zone, needing to be focused on the game she was starting in.
The team warmed up, took their time getting changed and had their team huddle, the subs leaving to go sit on the bench, Astrid staying behind for the first time and readying to line up in the tunnel. She gave Cortnee and Charli a hug before they left the change room, standing in front of both of them donning the number 3 again.
She was nervous, why wouldn’t she be. She was starting for her country for the first time, a true honour and a big deal. She didn’t want to stuff up, she couldn’t, everything had to go perfectly; according to her at least.
The game had been tough from the second that whistle blew. The opposing team were determined to maintain strong possession and keep Australia from any chance at scoring, everytime they did, a tackle or block stopped any chance. The brunt of their tackles had fallen to Astrid as she was constantly trying to get a goal in and have a 1-0 scoreline before halftime.
As the central forward, she was receiving balls from Cortnee and Amy who were on either side of the pitch. Finally the ball had been stolen off the Philippines again by Charli, passing it up to Vine who was speeding up the right side. Two defenders closed in on her so she shot the ball over to Astrid who was in direct line of the goal again. Astrid had a clear shot, preparing to kick the ball with her left foot this time.
She saw her foot make contact with the ball, but what she didn’t see was a Philippines defender coming in for a slide tackle, knocking Astrid to the ground in an attempt to steal the ball. As she began to fall her right foot got stuck, a searing pain shooting up her ankle, grunting in response to the pain and landing harshly on the ground.
She rolled to her back after hitting the ground, grabbing her right foot immediately. Her body could only focus on the pain and everything around her blurred into the background, barely hearing the refs whistle and the concerned gasps from her teammates. The Philippines player had been shown a yellow card and the Australian side was glad.
Her eyes screwed shut from the overwhelming pain, trying to breathe through it, but finding it difficult. Charli was the first to her, running over as soon as she saw Astrid staying down unlike the last few tackles.
“Ankle?” Charli knelt down to Astrid, the girl only nodding in response as she held back her tears. The ref had run over, Cortnee following closely behind, coming to the other side of Astrid, looking down at her.
“She needs medical.” Cortnee looked to the ref who began waving over the medical staff.
“Char, this is bad.” Astrid sucked air through her teeth as the pain continued, tears falling from her eyes. If Astrid was crying from this, then it was bad; she rarely cried and had developed a high pain tolerance over time, meaning it was not something minor.
“It’s gonna be okay, star. They’re coming.” Charli squeezed Astrid’s upper arm, watching the medics run to where they had gathered. The rest of the Matildas stood still on the pitch watching the scene, a few taking this time to get a drink, but watching the scene with concern alongside the coaches.
“Her right ankle.” Charli told the physios as they removed Astrids grip from her foot to examine it. She hissed in pain as they removed her boot, moving her arm to cover her eyes and the tears forming.
“Out of 10?” A physio asked while looking at Astrid.
“7.” A sob wracked her chest, not even thinking about the pain anymore, even though it was very much there. She had already been thinking about the time she would have off from football if this was a serious injury, which it was already feeling like.
After they determined there was no way she could continue, Charli and Cortnee helped her up, she tested putting weight on it but even just a toe on the ground was way too much. They offered to get a stretcher but Astrid only shook her head, opting to hop off the pitch with the physios either side of her, holding her up. As she made it to the technical area she locked eyes with Tony.
“Well done, you played exceptionally.” He patted her shoulder and she only nodded in response before they led her down the tunnel and into the medical wing. After they had checked her and asked her questions about how it manoeuvred in the ground, all they could determine for now was at least a two degree sprain.
The physios taped her up and provided crutches to avoid weight bearing for the meantime until she could go and get scans at the hospital. But Astrid desperately wanted to watch the rest of the game now that halftime was over and the second half had begun. So she crutched her way back up the tunnel and to the sub bench, the girls immediately making space for her to elevate and ice her ankle and watched the game pan out.
The game ended and Australia had lost 1-0, the players shaking hands with the winners, Astrid got herself up and over to where Tony was standing at the edge of the pitch.
“How’s it feeling, Astrid?” He asked as he saw her approaching.
“Not too good, so far it’s second degree, 4 to 6 weeks.” She gave him a tight lipped smile, more upset over the timeline than the injury itself, everything was falling into place for Astrid and now it was halted.
“I’m sorry, but you played so well up until that point, I’m very proud of your progress since joining Hammarby.” Tony gave her a firm pat on the back. “You’ll be back better than ever soon enough.”
“Thank you.” She nodded and he headed off onto the pitch to his players.
“Hey.” Charli was now at her side. “You okay?” She hugged her arms around her neck, Astrid let go of one of the crutches and held onto Charli. She tucked her head into the older girl's neck, simply shaking her head and letting tears slip again. “It’s gonna be okay.” Charli whispered in her ear, gently stroking her back.
“You did so well today.” Astrid moved away and wiped her eyes, moving her hand back to the crutch.
“Thank you.” Charli smiled brightly at her. Astrid could see the huddle forming behind them, Charli turning around to see where her eyes were focused. “Come on.” Charli bent down with her arms behind her.
“What are you doing?” Astrid laughed at her.
“Get on, it’ll be faster.” Charli looked back at her, nodding at her. Astrid shook her head, dropping her crutches to the ground and jumping with one foot onto Charli’s back, the blonde’s arms looping under the other's thighs, hoisting her up gently.
“This is ridiculous.” Astrid laughed as Charli walked them across the field.
“But faster.” Charli commented back. What they didn’t see was Ann walking behind the pair carrying Astrid’s crutches to the huddle and shaking her head at the two young players. Astrid had jumped down to her good foot, using Charli and Cortnee to stabilise her on one leg.
“Here.” Ann finally made her presence known, Astrid smiling as she saw the woman behind them.
“You are an angel, Ann Odong. Thank you.” She took the crutches and placed them under her arms, sighing at the relief in her left leg as the weight was distributed to the crutches.
Astrid had gone straight to the local hospital instead of back to the hotel with the team, the team physios wanting her to get scans as soon as possible. Charli wanted to go and keep her company but Astrid said no, not wanting to interfere with her sleep after a long game and promising to keep her updated.
It wasn’t until 12:30 am she finally had her XRAY and MRI done, waiting for almost 3 hours and trying not to fall asleep in the emergency room. The results came back finally after waiting some more and they had officially ruled it a second degree sprain like the physios initially thought. The hospital had supplied her with a moon boot to protect it but not walk in it, still advising no weight for at least a week.
Astrid was so tired and still in pain that she just nodded and asked to go back to the hotel, ready for bed and the day to end. They got back and one of the physios helped her to her room, Astrid assuring her she was good from there and to go to bed, knowing Charli would be more than willing to help her out.
She opened the door and immediately Charli jumped up at the sound, rushing out of bed to come face to face with Astrid.
“JESUS CHRIST!” Astrid almost lost her balance when Charli popped up in front of her. “Oh my god.” She let out a breath, heart racing from the fright.
“Are you okay? What did they say? How long?” Charli shot out her questions and all Astrid could do was blink.
“Calm down, let me sit please.” Astrid began to manoeuvre herself around Charli, flopping down on her bed and letting out a deep sigh. “No walking for one to two weeks, four to six for total recovery, no torn ligaments or tendons, just a really bad sprain.” She rattled off what the doctors told her while looking at the ceiling.
“I’m so sorry star.” Charli sat on her own bed. Astrid turned her head in confusion at her words.
“It’s not like you tackled me. These things happen.” Astrid let out a soft laugh.
“I know. But it was your first start and I was so happy for you. You didn’t even get to halftime.” Charli tilted her head.
“I’ll get to start again, it just won’t be for a little while.” She put a small smile on her face but it wasn’t genuine.
“You need a hug?” Charli asked.
“I need a shower, but sure a hug would be great.” She sat up and Charli jumped over to the other bed with open arms, both giggling as Astrid lent her head on Charli’s shoulder. Their arms wrapped around each other and Astrid could not be more grateful for having her best friend here with her.
The rest of the competition continued, Australia faring much better than their first game and coming out with wins and high score lines against their opponents. But to watch from the sidelines was very hard for Astrid.
She had never really been injured before, very lucky to only have had minor things growing up that didn’t last very long, so it was very unusual for her to just sit and watch the team play and not even be a possible substitution. But she did and she was the first one cheering when the final whistle blew, hobbling over to her teammates to congratulate them. The games were finished and it was time to return to Sweden with Charli, parting ways with Cortnee again, not seeing each other till the next camp in September.
Although Charli’s closest airport to her Swedish home was Malmö, she chose to fly even further to Stockholm just so she could make sure Astrid was okay, nervous about flying with her injury. Astrid assured her she would be fine but Charli wouldn’t listen, telling her she would just take a train from Stockholm back to Malmö once she was settled back at home.
So when they touched down in Sweden Charli used her best knowledge of the language to source a wheelchair for Astrid to get around in until they got to the car where Kyra and Courtney were waiting.
“You’re being ridiculous Charlotte.” Astrid sighed as Charli pushed her from the gate to the luggage collection.
“Shush cripple.” Charli laughed, weaving through the crowd quite fast, Astrid gripping onto the sides in order to not fall out while also holding her crutches in one hand.
Charli collected their two bags and wheeled them out, along with their carry-ons, while Astrid pushed herself to the exit, actively looking for Kyra and Courtney in the crowds.
Kyra and Courtney kept their eyes peeled for the two other girls, expecting to see Astrid struggling on crutches and Charli close behind. Though Charli finally appeared, her signature bright grin on her face and they couldn’t see Astrid close behind. Until their eyes shifted lower and saw her pushing herself in a wheelchair, instantly covering their mouths to hide their laughter.
Kyra not so sneakily pulled her phone out, filming Charli smiling first then over to Astrid when she finally spotted them, sending a death glare down the camera.
“Nice ride.” Kyra said from behind the camera.
“Shut it.” Astrid shook her head as she stopped in front of them. “Let’s just go home please.” She looked up at all three girls who simply nodded, still controlling their laughter.
“Would you like a hand madam?” Kyra bowed to Astrid, smirking at her while extending her arms. Astrid silently passed Courtney the crutches, placing her good foot on the ground, gripping onto Kyra’s hands and bringing herself up. Courtney quickly put the crutches under Astrid’s arms, the injured girl removing her hold from Kyra. On the way home, they dropped Charli off at the train station, saying a long goodbye and promising to keep her in the loop about Astrid’s foot.
They eventually made it back to Astrid’s place, Kyra and Courntey wanting to make sure she was set up with everything she needed and made her dinner, only leaving when Astrid was ready for bed and sure she didn’t need anymore help.
This went on for the next week; the girls going Astrid’s every morning to make her breakfast and take her to training with them, Astrid doing some gentle rehab with the physios while they got to train. Then they would go home, cook her dinner and make sure she was all good before going back to their own place.
Astrid was more than excited when the physios at Hammarby said she could begin walking in the boot, finally able to get around her own apartment and not have the older girls watching her every move. She was so grateful she had them there to help her, but she wanted some alone time after they returned from training, finding it hard to watch them play and train without her, missing being able to step out on that pitch and play the game she loved so much.
To be continued...
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Collateral Damage, Part 3
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Kensi woke up bound to a chair, confused and with her head aching. She was in a small room with an ordinary bedroom door, the only defining feature being a stack of cardboard boxes lining one wall. Kensi flexed her hands several times, testing the strength of the zip ties around her wrists and ankles; they were too tight to break in this position.
There were some holes, but she remembered questioning a witness, hearing a noise, and being ambushed by several armed men. She could only hope Fatima had escaped in the chaos.
She felt a little banged up, but it didn’t seem as though they’d beaten her, and she slowly exhaled in relief, wishing she could touch her stomach to confirm. Continuing to search the room for anything that might be of use, Kensi tugged more persistently at the zip ties.
A door slammed, followed by heavy footsteps. Acting on instinct, Kensi dropped her head, letting her body go limp a second before the door opened, smacking into the wall.
Someone, a man based on the movements, stepped into the room, walking up to Kensi, and she could feel hot breath wafting down on her neck. It took all Kensi’s effort not to react, and hope he didn’t investigate further. After another moment, he retreated, closing the door behind him.
“She’s still out,” Kensi heard him say and then a second male asked,
“What are we going to do with her?”
“I told Johnson we should have killed her there,” a third voice growled, and Kensi tensed.
“We can use her. Don’t touch her unless I say,” the first man ordered tersely, his voice growing distant as they obviously moved away from the door.
Once she couldn’t hear them at all, Kensi began working at the zip ties in earnest.
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Sam left Deeks alone in the locker room to gather himself, heading back up to OPS. He didn’t envy Deeks current situation at all, remembering how terrified he’d been when Aiden was held hostage. He couldn’t imagine the terror of defenseless unborn children being in danger. And Kensi…Sam shook his head before he could spiral down that train of thought.
In the time Sam had been gone, Rountree was apparently hard at work; he had various street cams pulled up on one screen and documents related to their victim’s wife.
“You find anything yet?” Sam asked.
“No, but I just got started,” Rountree replied, flicking a glance over his shoulder. “How’s Deeks?”
“Struggling, but he’ll manage.” He didn’t really have much choice. He hesitated for a moment then added, “I don’t know that Deeks wants me to share this, but Kensi’s pregnant with twins.”
“Damn,” Callen muttered.
“Exactly. So we’re going to do everything in our power to make sure nothing happens to Kensi or those babies.”
Rountree nodded seriously, a slightly uncertain, almost guilty look in his eye.
“I hate to say this, but do you think we should bench Deeks?” Callen asked, and Sam huffed an unamused laugh.
“When has benching any of us ever worked when cases get personal? No, that would probably make it worse since Deeks would undoubtedly go rogue,” Sam said. “I’ll keep an eye on him, but he needs to be involved. He’s fighting for his family.”
“Ok. As long as we’re all in agreement.”
Deeks slipped in a moment later, looking reasonably put together, if more subdued than normal. Based on his expression, he’d guessed he’d been the topic of conversation. Clearing his throat roughly, he walked to the spit he usually shared with Kensi.
“Any update from LAPD or Fatima?” he asked.
“I was just about to go down there,” Callen told him. “You got it covered here?”
“Yeah. We got it, right Deeks? We’ll follow up on any leads Rountree gets,” Sam responded. Deeks jaw clenched tightly, but he didn’t object.
“Got it.”
“Hey Callen,” Deeks called out, stopping him on his way to the sliding doors. “Make sure Fatima knows this isn’t her fault, ok?”
“Will do,” Callen promised.
***
A/N: This chapter has everything. Angst, whump, mentions of people going rogue (yes, you should read this as Stefan from SNL).
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Patient Comfort
Summary - Part 7 in the Comfort series
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)
Warnings - mentions of needles, pregnancy
Word Count: 1661
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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!
After sharing a delicious breakfast at one of the local cafes you stop by the corner store and pick up a test, going through with the purchase this time with the supportive fiancé by your side. As soon as you get back to the bunker you go straight to the bathroom ready to find out once and for all. Dean stays close on your heel so you just know he is pacing around the room, waiting for you to come out. After what feels like an eternity, you open the door and let Dean in to wait out the timer with you.
He pulls you close, holding you tight as you wait. When the timer finally sounds you both jump a little. You rush over to the sink and lift up the stick, Dean’s hands cradle yours careful not to touch the contaminated end. You hold your breath as you stare at it: two perfectly clear pink lines. Tears well up in your eyes as Dean kisses your temple before turning you around to pepper your face with kisses. Then he drops to the ground and lifts your shirt to kiss your belly.
“Hey there little one, it’s your dad. I promise your mom and I are gonna do everything we can to keep you safe.”
Tears continue to roll down your cheeks as you watch the scene in front of you. Just when you think you couldn’t love your fiancé any more he goes and pulls a stunt like this; you had been convinced that he’d support you but you never expected this reaction. He stands up and kisses you passionately.
“I didn’t think I would ever get this opportunity. I didn’t think a normal life with a stunning wife and beautiful children was an option for a hunter. My parents tried and look how that turned out. I want this, I do. But you have to promise me we’ll do everything to keep them from this life.”
“Of course, baby, of course. So, no more hunting for us? That’s it?”
“Definitely no hunting for you at least. But how about we ease into the future? Take slow steps back, we help through lore and phone calls until we’re ready to leave completely. We can even still do the trips whenever you’re well enough. But you are not to do anything to put yourself or our child at risk.”
“Dean, I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening. Are we really having a baby?”
“I think we are, sweetheart. Should we tell Sammy or do you wanna wait?”
“I should book in for a blood test at the doctor to be sure. These things give false readings sometimes. So, maybe we just cool our reactions and be realistic until we know for sure.”
“Ok, I guess you’re right. After you call the doctor, do you wanna watch a movie? I just wanna cuddle with you and be with you today.”
“That sounds like the perfect day.”
You grab your phone off the bench and search for the number of the local doctor’s clinic. You call and make an appointment for the following morning then join Dean in your room. When you walk in he’s sitting on the bed with your laptop on his lap and a bowl of popcorn on the bed beside him. There’s a beer on his nightstand and an electrolyte drink on yours.
“This may be one of the hardest parts of being pregnant,” you say as you sit down, staring at Dean’s beer.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I uh I guess I can uh…”
“It’s okay, Dean. I’m not gonna make you give up your beer. It’s just gonna be an adjustment. But my body’s already making those decisions for me. I bet the smell alone would make me sick, just like coffee.”
“It’ll all be worth it in the end. Come here, beautiful,” he says holding his arm out for you to snuggle into his side. You slot yourself into your fiancé’s arms and watch as he scrolls through Netflix. “What do you wanna watch?”
“How about … What to Expect When You’re Expecting?”
“Wait! The other day, Knocked Up, that was a hint, wasn’t it? You were trying to tell me.”
“Yeah, it obviously didn’t work though.”
“I mean, I was a little curious about the movie choice, but I just thought you were making the most of me agreeing to a chick flick. It never occurred to me that you were trying to tell me you were pregnant. Anyway, I’m glad I know now, let’s take a look at what else we have ahead of us.” He searches for the movie and presses play setting the laptop down between you on the bed.
You take a handful of popcorn and rest your head on his shoulder watching the opening credits roll.
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You wake up bright and early to get ready for your doctor’s appointment. You’re a little surprised when you find you feel fine, with no nausea, but you attribute it to the new diet Dean’s got you on. He made you a fresh salad sandwich for dinner, with an apple pie for dessert and your drinks have been restricted to tea, juice, water and electrolyte drinks. You know he is just trying to be helpful and the truth is, it seems to be working, but you hope he’ll eventually settle down a little.
You untangle Dean’s hands from your waist, kissing his hand before rolling out of bed and moving around the room swiftly. You change into a pair of jeans and a tee, wrapping one of Dean’s flannels around you for comfort. As you grab your purse and the keys off the dresser Dean stirs from behind you.
“Sneaking off without saying goodbye, huh?”
“I didn’t think you’d wanna come. It’s just a blood test. Figured I could be out and back before you even woke up.”
“Give me ten minutes, I’ll drive you and then we can pick up breakfast.”
“The appointment is in half an hour and it’s a 15-minute drive, hurry up.”
“Don’t underestimate my driving skills or my Baby,” he says getting up.
Less than ten minutes later you’re in the car with Dean at the wheel speeding towards town. When he pulls into a park in front of the clinic you say, “you can come if you want, but I’m sure it won’t be much or long.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“No, I’ll be okay,” you say as you pick at your nails.
“Come on, my badass momma, I’ll hold your hand while you get the needle.” Dean shuts off the engine and gets out, rounding the car and opening your door for you. “Come on, sweetheart.”
You take his hand and walk together into the clinic and give the receptionist your name. You both take a seat in the far corner of the room and wait to be called in. You hold Dean’s hand in yours in your lap and squeeze it lightly. It’s your silent way of thanking him for supporting you without you having to ask. He knows you’re a strong independent woman most of the time, but everyone has a fear that seems strange and irrational. You now knew Dean’s was flying, and yours, well yours was needles. Sure, you’ve felt much worse pain in your life, but you just couldn’t explain it. Ever since you were a child you always hated getting shots and blood tests.
Dean had found this out the hard way when he had to take you to the emergency room after a particularly bad showdown with a werewolf in an old rusted playground. You’d ended up cutting your arm open on the metal of the monkey bars and the brothers had insisted you had to get a tetanus shot. You would not stop crying and flinching away; Dean had had to hold you in place so the doctor could administer the shot. With this memory surely in the front of his mind, you were glad he was here.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N!”
You and Dean both stand up when you hear your name and follow the doctor into her examination room. She motions for you to take a seat and then proceeds to ask a few standard questions about your general personal details and reason for visiting today. You explain all the symptoms you’ve been experiencing and the positive test you took yesterday, while she takes notes. After agreeing that it definitely sounds like you’re pregnant she gets up to prepare the equipment for the blood test.
“Since you’ve already taken a urine test, today I just want to confirm the results for you with a blood test. Once we get the results we can start talking about the next steps. How are you with needles?” the doctor asks.
“Not great…”
“That’s a common response and completely understandable. I’ll try to make this as quick and painless as possible, alright?”
“Thank you.” You grip Dean’s hand tight and hide your face in the crook of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as the doctor approaches with the needle.
“I understand you’re nervous, but I really need you to relax your muscles as much as possible. The more relaxed you are the less painful this will be and the quicker the bruising will heal.”
You take a deep breath, inhaling your fiancé’s unique scent and do your best to relax. Before you know it, the doctor tells you it’s all done and that the clinic will call you in a few days to make an appointment to discuss the results. You thank her for her time and help before making your way back out to the reception to pay your bill. Once everything’s settled you embark on your second breakfast date this week.
This time you stop at a boutique bakery where you get a chai latte, black coffee, 2 ham, cheese, tomato croissants and some cherry pie to go.
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Collared part 36
Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually
Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.
Episode summary: There's an intruder in the weapons cache.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence
Word count: 2k
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Dean chambered a round in his handgun as silently as he could. He edged along the corridor of the bunker, Sam trailing behind him, similarly armed. Their footsteps were almost silent and they communicated solely in gestures.
Sam counted down from 3 with his fingers, ready to pull open the door to the weapons cache. Dean was poised, ready to be first in to confront the intruder.
You.
They knew it was you. The intruder alarm that had woken them up included a live video feed they’d dialled in to. The Winchesters had alarmed the cache before they’d even met you, prevention against someone they’d trusted to stay in the bunker turning on them with their own weapons.
They didn’t know if you were you though. Were you possessed? A shifter? Hell, a last Leviathan?
Or were you just making an incredibly poor decision right now?
Not wanting to be caught unawares, they’d prepared for the worst. Armed with guns, silver, holy water, borax and cuffs from, well, the backup weapons cache. They weren’t the type to put all of their eggs in one basket.
Sam got to 1 in his countdown.
He pulled the door.
Dean charged in, gun pointed at you. Sam followed quickly behind.
“Drop it,” Dean growled.
You yelped, turning to see the brother charging in, guns raised. You hastily dropped the angel blade in your hands and tentatively put your hands up.
“D-Dean?” you stuttered. “Sam?”
“What are you doing?” Dean’s tone was all business, and Sam was a little impressed at how he was able to separate his feelings from the task. But that was classic Dean.
“I, umm, you said those dagger things could kill demons…” you trailed off. “I thought I should, umm, take it with me…”
“Test her,” Dean ordered Sam. Sam had been expecting that, Dean would always want to be the one with the gun trained on the threat.
Sam put his gun in the back of his pants and pulled the flask of holy water from his pocket. You squinted a little when he splashed it over your face, but you clearly weren’t possessed. He tested you with silver and borax next. Looked like you were you.
Dean lowered his gun slowly. “Why were you trying to do it without us?”
“I was… worried,” you said, shifting on your feet and looking at the floor.
Dean ran his hand down his face. Sam knew that gesture of his brother’s well. “Let’s have this conversation not surrounded by an arsenal,” Dean said. He looked at you critically, “You got anything in your pockets? I do not want anything from in here exiting this room.”
You shook your head. “Dean, I’m wearing leggings, I don’t even have pockets. Women’s clothes suck.”
Sam led the way out of the cache and Dean locked it behind them. Sam headed for the kitchen: there were benches to lean against rather than you feeling awkward about not sitting on the furniture, plus drinks and snacks.
Sam watched you fidget slightly with your fingernails while you leant against a bench. He was impressed with Dean’s self-control, he’d been expecting him to get angry that you were in the cache. Well, maybe not angry, because Dean had much better control of his temper where you were concerned. Perhaps it was all of the practice he had when you’d had the collar on, when someone would have to be a total asshole to get mad at you.
Or perhaps it was the massive crush that Sam was certain Dean had on you.
Either way, he seemed to have decided to rely on silence for this truth-telling session. Sam was happy to support that approach, not wanting you to feel too pressured or react badly to questioning.
So, he waited.
“I keep trying to picture what’ll happen,” you said quietly, not making eye contact with either of the boys. “And I’m worried I’ll freeze or panic or something. Or I won’t be able to do it.”
Sam glanced at Dean. He was looking at you with what could only be described as love and heartbreak on his face. But you were missing it, looking at your fingers and the floor still.
The brothers waited for you to go on.
“I- I didn’t want you to see that and think less of me,” you said, getting quieter with every word.
Dean looked even more heartbroken. Sam gestured to you with his head, encouraging Dean. He took the hint and crossed to you, pulling you into his embrace.
“We will never think less of you because something is hard or because you have a panic attack,” Dean said into your hair. “Especially not confronting one of your torturers. That shit is hard, sweetheart.”
You and Dean hugged for a few more moments. Sam wasn’t sure whether he should stay or leave you two to it, but it felt like the conversation was going to turn into a plan of attack for Azaneth and he felt he should be involved in that.
Dean nudged your chin up to look at him, still holding you with his other arm. “I really, really think we should go with you, but it’s up to you.”
You nodded, “Thank you.”
Dean stroked the side of your face with his fingers. Sam wondered if he realised how touchy feely he was you, or if he would chalk it up to just being reassuring, rather than in love.
“Does that mean you want us to come?”
“Yes.” You took a breath. “Umm, Dean? If I- If I can’t do it… Can you?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
“And, umm, I don’t know what he’s going to say, umm, about me…”
“Y/N, there is no way I would ever believe an asshole torturer demon over you. And Sammy and I have both been tortured before, we know there are things you do or say just to survive.”
“We’re not going to judge you,” Sam added. “You couldn’t even think for yourself, let alone have any control over what you did. And like Dean said, you were just trying to survive.”
You smiled at them both, “Thanks.”
Dean rubbed his hands up your arms. “So, when are we doing this?”
You took a deep breath. “No time like the present, hey?” you tried to joke.
“Ok,” Dean said, and Sam watched him start to transform from concerned lover to professional hunter. He squared his shoulders and dropped his hands from you. “I’ll get the-”
“No,” Sam interrupted, “I’ll get the blades. You look after Y/N. Let’s reconvene in the war room and then head up to the dungeon.”
“Ok, thanks Sam.”
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“So, why was Sam splashing me with a variety of cleaning products?” you asked Dean while waiting for Sam to come back.
He chuckled. “The first one was holy water, if you’d been possessed by a demon it would've fizzed and hurt you. Then he used the silver to test if you were a shape shifter impersonating you, and borax to see if you were a Leviathan doing the same thing. We're pretty sure we got rid of all of the Leviathans, but you can never be too careful.”
“I thought you said he couldn't get out of the dungeon,” you said, fear creeping into your voice.
“He can’t, not without help. But if you'd already been to see him and he managed to threaten you enough to break the circle, he could have. And you went outside yesterday, you could've been possessed or stolen then.”
You started to lift your top. Dean wondered what was going on, were you going to show him an injury? That you'd stolen something from the armoury after all? Was he meant to look away?
The tips of an anti-possession tattoo started to appear on your belly as you lifted your top higher. That was not where he’d put it on you when they went to get Azaneth.
“Did Sam-” he started, but you cut him off.
“What? I can't have a good idea myself?”
“No- I- that's not what I meant,” he stuttered, berating himself for offending you.
You laughed, “It's ok, I'm just messing with you. You left the temporary tattoos in the bathroom so I've been keeping one on, and wearing my amulet. It made me feel better about Azaneth being around.”
“Clever, well done.”
“It must be exhausting,” you said quietly, looking into his face, “always wondering if your friends really are your friends when you next see them, or if some monster is using them to get to you.”
Dean went to reply, but Sam walked in right at that moment. “Ready?” Sam asked, brandishing 3 angel blades.
Dean turned back to you, “You ready, sweetheart?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Sam handed you a blade. “Any special tricks about using this?”
“Not really,” Sam replied. “Stick him with the pointy end, hard enough to go in.”
“We’ll be right there with you,” Dean reassured her quietly. “If you need to step out at any time, you do it, ok?”
You nodded and took a deep breath. “Ok, I'm ready.”
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You can do this, you can do this, you can do this, you can do this, you chanted to yourself as you followed Sam down the corridor. Your stomach was in knots and your hand shook slightly as it gripped the blade.
Sam took a look at you as he reached the door. You nodded and he opened it and stepped inside.
“You taken her yet? ‘Course you have, big guy like you,” Azaneth said to Sam as he walked in. “Bet you choked her, you look like a choker”.
Dean's hand was at the small of your back as he walked in with you. “Ah!” Azaneth exclaimed, looking at you and Dean. “I see the problem. Grumpy over here claimed her instead.”
It was strange, it was a totally different body, but there was something unshakably Azaneth about him.
He turned to Dean, “She call you ‘sir’?” Dean fixed him with a glare. “Oh, I know, 'Daddy’,” he continued with a sleazy wink. You shivered. Azaneth grinned.
“What's wrong baby?” he asked you with faux sincerity. “Worried I'll tell them all your dirty little secrets and they'll kick you to the curb? Tell them what you used to beg me to do?”
Memories flooded your mind, unbidden. Dean rubbed his hand slightly at your back. It helped, you found yourself able to return to the present thanks to his grounding touch.
“So, do I get to go alone or do we 3 have to share?” Azaneth continued. “She does like to be shared,” he said with a chuckle.
You gripped the blade in your hand tighter, feeling its cool metal. You knew he was trying to bait you, but annoyingly it was sort of working.
“You got anything you want to say to him?” Dean asked you quietly.
You steeled yourself and turned to Azaneth. “Why me?”
Azaneth laughed. “That why I'm here? Because you think there was some plan, some reason why it was you? You want an explanation?” he taunted. “Clients, myself included, wanted a human. The attractions were good, but it was getting old. Wanted something new, something fresh, something new to do. As far as I know, you were just the first suitable human she found.”
He fixed you with a sneer, clearly enjoying this, “You're nothing special.”
You clutched the knife harder. You weren't sure whether you were happy or sad about that information. You’d always suspected it was just wrong place, wrong time, but to get confirmation of it was strange, depressing, surprising and not surprising all at once. The feeling of the multiple options crashing into one certainty was disconcerting.
Your whole life could've stayed on target, if you had just been a minute later. Just been with someone. If it had just been different in any one of a million little ways, it wouldn't have happened.
You'd ended up on the wrong side of the sliding doors moment.
Dean rubbed your back again and you realised you'd zoned out.
You looked at the knife in your hand.
You looked at Azaneth.
There was nothing he could give you, no closure he could offer.
You plunged the knife into his stomach. You felt the resistance as it entered, but it wasn't what you were expecting. It was sharp and slid in easier than you'd thought.
Light flashed in his eyes and then he was gone.
It was over.
You stared at the wound, all thoughts drifting away.
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