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~ You Can’t Escape Destiny ~

~ Summary: Sam, Dean, and Y/n come across a profit writing books word for word off of their lives. They seek out the writer and he tells them something they may not have wanted to hear. Do they really want to try and escape destiny though?

~ Pairings: Sam Winchester x Fem Reader

~ Warnings: Smut, this is also very long.

*Based off of Season 4 Episode 18* *Spoilers*

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The bell dings as Sam and Dean enter the comic book store after being sent on a possible hunt by Castiel. They both make their way to the guy at the front counter in their black and white suits posing as FBI agents.

“Uh can I help you?” The worker says confused.

“Sure hope so, agents DeYoung and Shaw, just need to ask you a few questions.” Dean holds up his badge.

“See anything strange in the building the last couple of days?” Sam pipes in.

“Like what?”

“Strange noises? Any skittering in the walls? kind of like rats?”

“And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?” The guy asks suspiciously.

“What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?” Sam keeps nagging.

The worker looks like the lightbulb in his head suddenly flickered on as a smile creeps on his face.

“I knew it! You guys are LARP-ing, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me.” Dean says offended.

“You’re fans!”

“Fans of what?”

“What is LARP-ing?” They both question.

“Like you don’t know.” Still finding a bright smile on his face, Sam and Dean both look at him with confusing looks.

“Live-Action role playing, and pretty hardcore too!” He exclaims pointing towards their suits making them both look down.

“Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You guys are asking questions like the building is haunted. Like those guys from the books. Oh what are their names..” He explains as he tries to remember.

“Supernatural.” The guy recalls as Sam and Dean are both utterly confused.

“Two guys use fake Id's with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires." He tells them. Sam and Dean both give each other confusing looks.

"What are their names? Uhh, Steve and Dirk? Sal and Dane?"

"Sam and Dean?" Sam questions.

"That's it!"

"You're saying this is a book?"

"Books, it was a series." He corrects.

"Didn't sell a lot of copies though, kind of an underground cult following."

"Let's see uhh" The worker jumps up and searches for the series within his store. Both Sam and Dean follow as he searches through the bargain bin.

"Oh yeah, that's the first one I think." He hands the book to Dean."

"Supernatural by Carver Edlund." Dean reads the title continuing when he flips the book over.

"Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."

"Give me that." Sam grabs the book from Dean frantically scanning the book.

"We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you got."

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Back at the motel, Sam is seated at a desk researching on his computer, Dean is sitting on one bed reading one of their new found books, and Y/n is lying on her stomach on the other bed already starting the second in the series.

"This is freaking insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean perks up.

"You got me." Sam replies.

"everything is in here. I mean everything. To the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here." Dean explains.

"Those were some of the best parts." Y/n chimes in joking. Both Sam and Dean look at Y/n with weird looks. Although Y/n never takes her eyes away from the words on the page she can just imagine their faces so she smirks.

"How come we haven't heard of them before?" Dean says Ignoring Y/n's comment.

"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uhh started in 05. Publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one, 'No Rest for the Wicked ends with you going to hell." Sam faces the laptop to Dean once he sits down next to him.

"Well, I reiterate. Freaking insane. Oh and check it out, there's actually fans. Not many of them, but still. Did you read this Sam?"

"Yup."

"Really? Oh my god, you guys are like famous!" Y/n gets up to look over Dean's shoulder at the laptop.

"For fans, they do complain a lot. Listen to this. Simpatico says 'The demon story line is trite, clichéd and overall craptastic.' Yeah well screw you Simpatico, we lived it."

Y/n starts to laugh and points to the screen to read it out.

"There are Sam girls, Dean girls and Sam / Dean fans.”

"What does that mean?" Dean asks.

"As in.. Together." Answers Sam.

"Like together together?"

"Yeah."

"They do know we're brothers right?" Dean says wide eyed.

"It doesn't seem to matter."

"Oh come on. That’s just sick."

"This just keeps getting better and better." Y/n giggles.

"Oh don't worry Y/n, there's some of you too." Sam smirks.

Y/n goes wide eyed and her face heats up in embarrassment.

"I take it back, this is definitely too weird."

"Oooh look at that, 'Y/n and Sam ge-" Y/n shuts the laptop closed immediately and releases a breath she didn't know she was holding while Dean chuckles at her action.

"We gotta find this Carver Edlund."

"But how?" Y/n questions Sam.

"I don't know. No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name."

"Someone's gotta know who he is." Dean replies.

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"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam questions the woman.

"Yup, gosh these books. You know they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap."

Both Sam and Dean give Y/n side glances knowing that's all Y/n ever reads.

"What?" Y/n whispers looking back and forth between them.

"Well, we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series." Sam looks back to the woman.

"Yeah, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we could start publishing again."

"No, no, no, no. God no. I mean why would you wanna do that? You know, it's such a complete series... What with Dean going to hell and all." Dean tries to explain.

"Oh my god, that was one of my favourite ones! Because Dean was so strong and sad and brave, and Sam, I mean, in ‘Heart’, when Sam had to kill Madison, the first girl since Jessica he really loved.." She says so excitedly.

"Totally agree, and Y/n, right guys? Personally I think she was one of the best characters." Y/n says trying not to be left out.

"Yeah.. I mean she could definitely use some character growth but she added to the story." Y/n was definitely offended by that, but the woman continued.

"I really wish I could've seen what happened with her and Sam though."

"Her and Sam?" Sam questioned her statement not understanding.

"Yeah, you know, there was definitely something between them. You guys finished the books right?"

Both Y/n and Sam's faces started to heat up trying to look anywhere but at the people in the room.

"Yeah, yeah, totally! Great books." Dean chimes in.

"How do I know you 3 are legit? Hm?" She points a finger at them.

"Oh trust me, we're legit."

"Well I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys." She sits down behind her desk.

"No, no, no." The 3 quickly say in sync.

"We would never." Y/n adds.

"We are actually uhm big fans, read the books cover to cover."

"What's the year and model of the car?" Clearly trying to test them.

"1967 Chevy Impala." Dean says like a proud dad.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my-" Y/n quickly shoves Sam's foot.

"Uhh that's Sam's birthday." Sam says correcting his mistake.

"January 24th is Dean's." Dean quickly slides that in there.

"And (your birthday) is Y/n's, i-if you wanted to know."

"Sam's score on the LSAT?" Both Y/n and Dean look at Sam.

"One... Seventy four.?"

"Dean's favourite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Rambling On' and 'Travelling Riverside Blues.’”

"Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?" She smiles.

"What's Carver Edlunds real name?" Sam questions.

"Oh no, no, sorry I can't do that."

"We just wanna talk to him. You know get the Supernatural story in his own words."

"He's very private."

"Please." Sam pleads.

"Like we said.. We are very big fans." Y/n explains rolling up her sleeve to show her anti-posessing tattoo eyeing Sam and Dean to do the same. They both unbutton their shirts showing their tattoo's placed on their chest.

"Awesome." The woman says nervously obviously eyeing their chests. Y/n can't help but roll her eyes.

"You know what? One sec." She pulls down her pants to show her ass. And it just so happens to be the same tattoo. Y/n makes an uncomfortable noise from her throat and coughs to interrupt the weirdness.

"Wow, you are a fan." Dean says without removing his eyes from her tattoo.

"Hah, okay, well here, his name is Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius. So don't piss him off." She explains while writing down the information.

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All 3 of them get out of the car and head to the house.

"You know what? Maybe this guy can see our futures.” Y/n says as a joke.

"Yeah, he probably has a crystal ball too." Dean making a sarcastic comment as always.

"Ha ha Dean. Lighten up once in awhile, it's just a joke." Sam chuckles at her nagging.

"See, Sam laughed, it's probably because I'm funny." She speaks while skipping on a few steps to get beside them. When she reaches them, Sam’s hand and hers accidentally touch, startling them.

"Or because you can't keep up with us, short legs." Dean remarks once making it to the porch. Dean presses the doorbell and after a few seconds a guy with brown scruffy hair opens the door squinting at them like a vampire who hasn't seen light in days.

“You Chuck Shurley?” Dean asks.

“The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?” Sam seconds.

“Maybe, why?” The scruffy vampire man replies suspiciously. Y/n steps up between the boys.

“I’m Y/n, this is Sam and Dean. The ones you’ve been writing about.” She explains pointing at them. The man shuts the door so Y/n raises her arm and pounds on the door. Once again the man appears in the doorway.

“Look uh, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It’s always nice to hear from the fans. But for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.” Y/n scoffs at that and stops the door when the man tries to shut it.

“So here’s the thing, Chuck. We have a life, you’ve been using it to write your books, and I’m not in the mood for crap today.” Y/n perks up and walks into his house. The brothers both look at each other not expecting that from her.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t funny.” The man stutters.

“Damn straight, it’s not funny.” Dean starts to get mad.

“Look, we just want to know how you’re doing it?” Sam asks obviously being the nice cop here.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Are you a hunter?”

“What? No, I’m a writer.”

“Then how do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?” Dean pressures.

“Is this some kind of Misery thing? It is isn’t it? It’s a Misery thing.”

“This is not a Misery thing.” Y/n chimes in.

“Believe me, we are not fans.” Explains Dean.

“Well then what do you want?”

“I’m Sam, this is Dean, and that’s Y/n.”

“Sam, Dean and Y/n are all fictional characters. I made them up. They’re not real!”

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Dean opens up the Impala’s trunk.

“Are those real guns?” Chuck asks.

“Yup, this is real rock salt, these are real fake Id’s.”

“Believe us now?” Says Y/n.

“Uh, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That’s awesome, so.. I think I got some posters in the house.” Chuck dabbles and walks back to his house.

“Chuck stop!” Deans yells.

“Wait, please, please don’t hurt me.”

“How much do you know? About the angels or Lilith breaking the seals?” Asks Sam.

“Wait a minute, how do you know about that?”

“How do you?” Y/n questions.

“Cause I wrote it.”

“You kept writing?” Questions Y/n again, curious.

“Even after the publisher went bankrupt. But those books never came out.” The 3 look at each other then Chuck.

“Okay wait wait wait, this is some kind of joke right? Did that- Did Phil put you up to this?” He laughs pointing to his left.

“Well nice to meet you. I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam, and that’s Y/n Y/L/n.”

“Last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.”

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After talking more with Chuck, they all head to the Laundromat.

“‘I’m sitting in a Laundromat, reading about myself in a Laundromat, reading about myself-‘ my head hurts.” Dean recites the paper.

“There’s gotta be something this guys not telling us.” Sam says putting his laundry in the machine.

“‘Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck. Whether he was telling the whole truth.’”

“Stop it.” Sam now annoyed.

“‘Stop it’ Sam said.’ Guess what you do next. ‘Sam turned his back on Dean. His face brooding and pensive.’ I mean I don’t know how but this guy is doing it.”

“Yeah I mean those are definitely his brooding and pensive shoulders.” Y/n responds to Dean.

“See, I knew you were gonna say that, and Sam just thought I was a dick. As well as Y/n daydreaming about Sam’s ass.” This caught Y/n’s attention.

“It does not say that!”

“I’m pretty sure it does, look-ey here” Dean waves the paper in Y/n’s face.

“Gimme that.” Y/n scootches over to Dean on the bench to grab the paper but he waves it around out of her reach.

“Oh my god, you are so childish Dean.”

“Says the one embarrassed she got caught starin’.” Reading off the paper again, Y/n snatches the paper, crumples it and throws it in the trash.

“You gotta admit, the guys good.” Sam chuckles and tries to ignore the previous conversation.

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Back at the house trying to get more information, Chuck holds more paper.

“So you wrote another chapter?” Asks Sam.

“This was all so different before you were real.”

“We need whatever you can tell us to figure this out so just spit it out.” Y/n perks up.

“Okay, uhm this might be a little uncomfortable, but you asked so.” The 3 share glances across the room from where Dean is sitting on a chair and Sam and Y/n are sitting on the couch. Chuck sits on a stool, puts his glasses on and begins to read, obviously seeming like he doesn’t like to read his work out loud.

“‘Y/n grabs him by the edges of his unzipped jacket pulling him closer to her when he hungrily smashes his lips on hers like a wave of relief, a desire fulfilled.’ Chuck stops reading to look at the 3, who’s faces are utterly confused to see if he should read on. Y/n just knows her face is red as a tomato when she starts to feel very uncomfortable at the mention of her name. Chuck starts to read on.

“‘Sam’s hands grab her hips trying to get impossibly clos-‘“

“Okay, I don’t think we need that much information..” Sam cuts Chuck off feeling embarrassed and very sweaty at the moment. Dean chuckles at the very obvious uncomfortableness in the room.

“It’s just a draft..” Chuck states. Y/n stands from the couch.

“I’m uh super thirsty actually, do you have any water Chuck?”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll uhm go get some.”

“Great, I’ll come with you.” Y/n follows trying to leave the awkwardness as fast as possible.

Sam starts to laugh.

“What’re you laughing at?” Dean questions.

“Nothing, nothing, its just, Y/n and me? In bed?”

“Who are you trying to convince here?” Dean smirks.

“Don’t worry, I definitely don’t see you’re guys’ little glances and hand touches, and staring at the other when the other isn’t looking type of deal.”

“Dean.”

“What?” Dean says innocently causing Sam to roll his eyes.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Y/n and Chuck walk back into the room with her glass of water.

“Thank you.” Y/n says kindly avoiding eye contact with Sam as she sits on the couch but a little farther away this time trying not to make it more awkward.

“How does this whole psychic thing work?” Dean asks Chuck.

“You mean my process?”

“Yes. Your process.”

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“Come on.” Sam starts while they’re all in the Impala.

“‘The minivan accident wasn’t that bad. But Dean was still seeing stars, he scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aid on his face..’” Y/n giggles at that from the backseat.

“So?” Questions Dean.

“So I’ve seen you gushing blood. You use duct tape and bar rags before you’d put on a pink flower Band-Aid.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is this, all this is totally implausible. It’s nuts.”

“He’s been right about everything, you think he’ll ground out at first now?”

“‘Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow.’”

“Can we stop with these papers? Our lives aren’t a script we have to follow, reading off of these isn’t gonna help with anything right now except make you guys argue.” Y/n put her hands on the seat and leaned forward glancing between them.

“Yeah whatever, you just don’t wanna come across another part with you and Sam.” Dean smirks.

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Back at the motel Dean still seemed to have questions.

“I’m gonna go outside and try to see if I can contact Cas.”

“Don’t leave me in here Dean!” Y/n whisper yells.

“Sam’s in the shower, I’ll be like 10 minutes tops Y/n. Just don’t go hopping in there with him.” Dean smirks and shuts the door to the room.

Y/n decides to get comfy so she sits on the bed, back against the headboard and watches whatever she can find on the tv. After watching the clock, it had been 10 minutes exactly when she heard the bathroom door open. Sam walked out, damp hair and water dripping down his body with only a towel hanging on his waist. Y/n found herself staring.

“Oh, uhm I thought I heard the door close, I assumed you left with Dean.” Sam explained gathering up his clean clothes.

“He said he would be like 10 minutes, just wanted to contact Cas.”

“Oh okay.” Sam said nervously heading back to the bathroom to change. After a few minutes the bathroom door opened again and this time he had pants on but still no shirt.

“Could you uh pass me that shirt beside you?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, here.” She tossed him his shirt. He raised his arms and put his shirt on. Y/n swore she almost drooled. Sam came and sat down across from Y/n on the other bed facing her. She sat up and put her feet on the floor.

“Listen, about earlier..” Sam started as he scratched his neck. Remembering back to earlier Y/n laughed, noticing how funny it actually was.

“Which part? There was so many.” She giggled referring to all the awkward times people said something about them being together. Sam laughed too at that.

“Yeah, I just don’t want that to make things awkward between us, it’s kinda felt that way since earlier.”

“Yeah, I felt that too. But maybe Chuck was wrong? I’ve always believed we write our own futures, so fuck destiny. If we don’t feel what everyone is saying we should feel, then so what?” Sam laughed and nodded his head.

“I agree.” At that, Y/n smiled and stood up to hug Sam.

“See? All better, we can feel how we wanna feel.”

“So I can feel that I wanna tickle you?” Sam smiled and Y/n immediately gasped and tried to run away but Sam grabbed her waist and started tickling.

“SAM! I swear if you don’t stop!” Sam pushed her back onto the other bed stopping her from squirming away.

“You swear what?” Sam stopped tickling her but held her hips to the bed still. After a few moments, Y/n caught her breath but didn’t know what to say. She looked back and forth between his eyes and lips and so did Sam. Suddenly they heard voices and sat up quickly. Dean walked through the door.

“I don’t even wanna know. C’mon we are getting out of here.” Dean stated.

“What where?” Asked Sam.

“Anywhere, okay? Out of this Motel, out of this town. I don’t care if we gotta swim. We are getting out.” Dean started packing his bag.

“Why aren’t you guys moving?” Dean raised his voice.

“Listen, Chuck is not a psychic. He’s a prophet.”

“What?” Y/n stood up.

“Cas showed up. And apparently, Chuck is writing the gospel of us. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“It’s the middle of the night Dean, the road out of here is cut off, we can’t leave.” Y/n walked towards him.

“Fine. We are leaving as soon as the road out of here opens up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Dean repeated.

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That night, Dean some how ended up getting his own bed and Y/n got the other bed while Sam was stuck with the couch after very much debate between him and Y/n.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes to find it was still dark outside, she found herself thirsty so she got up to grab a water bottle out of the fridge but only found beer. ‘Liquid is liquid I guess’ she thought. Once her eyes adjusted to the room, her eyes found themselves on Sam, quietly laughing at how gigantic he was with his legs hanging off the end of the couch. She looked over to Dean but he wasn’t there.

“Dean?” She asked like he was suddenly gonna appear. She quickly made her way over to Sam shaking his shoulders to wake him up.

“Sam? Sam!” He groaned as he awoke.

“Deans not in his bed.”

“What?” Sam questioned Y/n.

‘Oh my god, his morning voice.’ Y/n thought.

“I don’t know where he is. The Impala is still outside and all of his stuff is here.”

Sam stood up to see Dean was in-fact not in his bed. ‘He doesn’t have a shirt on too? Oh my, what this man does to me.’ Y/n thought.

“Maybe he went for a walk?” Said Sam obviously too tired at the moment to focus.

“I don’t know Sam.” Sam took a step closer to Y/n to get her attention.

“Y/n, I’m sure he just went to the bar across the street or something. Let’s just go back to sleep and when we wake up I’m telling you he will be here. If he’s not, we can take as many precautions as you’d like.”

“Fine.” At that Sam took another step closer to put his fingers on her chin turning her head up to him.

“Y/n.” Sam said sternly knowing she was worried.

“It’s okay Sam, if you think he’s fine, I believe you.” Y/n explained placing her fingers on his hand. Sam smiled at that.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Sam said softly leaving her touch.

“Are you sure about that couch Sam? You didn’t look too comfortable… You can sleep in my bed if you want, I really don’t mind.” Y/n said calmly trying to act as chill as possible as she climbed in under the covers.

“You sure?”

“Just get in Sam.” She smiled at him. Sam made his way over to the side of the bed and hesitantly got under the covers as well. Y/n turned over to face Sam still smiling.

“What?” He smiled at her.

“You’re so warm, the bed was so cold before.” Y/n said, thoughts racing.

“I’ll gladly be your heater anytime Y/n.” She loved when he said her name. She shuffled a bit closer not wanting to roll off the bed during the night. At that, Sam slowly reached his hand up to brush her hair out of her face behind her ear. At the action, Y/n’s cheeks turned pink, thankful it was dark so he didn’t notice.

After a moment of staring into each others eyes, both of their gazes flickered back and forth from their eyes to each others lips. Sam leaned in slowly not wanting to accidentally get the wrong idea. His lips grazed hers and after realization Y/n pressed her lips to his. A slow kiss made faster in the moment turning his hand on her hip and hers on his cheek.

They both separated taking heavy breaths, echoing through the motel room. Y/n smirked and pulled him closer once again intertwining their mouths and pressing their bodies as close as possible to each other. Sam put both hands on her hips now turning them over so he was on top, he started kissing her jawline and down her neck giving them a break to breathe. Y/n put her hands through his hair as Sam looked up at her.

“I remember you saying ‘fuck destiny.’” Sam smirked.

“And I remember you agreeing. So shut up and kiss me Winchester.” She smiled at him and brought him up to her face connecting their lips. Sam tugged at the edge of her oversized shirt making her lean up off the bed so he could pull it off finding her without a bra. He instantly went to sucking her chest and twisting her other nipple. Y/n let out a moan and Sam smiled against her chest switching to give each the same attention.

He went back to her mouth and Y/n found the draw string to his sweatpants undoing the bow tugging at them. Sam got the hint and detached their mouths to kneel and take off his pants. He slowly reached for Y/n’s shorts and looked up at her. She smiled and nodded so he continued to pull them off her. He rubbed his fingers against her covered heat.

“Your so wet.” Sam noticed and smiled at her.

“All for you.” Y/n spoke up. Sam then hooked his fingers on either side of her hips pulling her underwear down and off. She whined at the cool air hitting her suddenly. Sam leaned down toward her heat spreading her legs with his hands and licking a stripe up her slit. Y/n moaned at his action so Sam did it again liking the sweet sounds she made. He then started sucking on her clit harshly making her squeal and try to shut her legs around his head so Sam reached both his arms under and around her thighs keeping them open for him.

He started moving his mouth around more chasing her to moan and stick her hands back in his hair pulling and tugging.

“Sam pleasee.” Y/n moaned.

“Please what? Tell me what you need sweetheart.” Sam replied against her pussy.

“I- I need more!” At that, Sam unhooked one of his arms from her thigh and stuck his finger in her hole. Y/n screamed at the sudden movements. Sam roughly moved his finger in and out adding a second one still sucking her clit.

“I- I’m gonna-“ Y/n tried to tell him.

“That’s it, cum on my fingers sweetie.” At the nickname, Y/n came on his fingers a moaning mess. Still thrusting, he let her come down from her high.

Sam sucked her juices off his fingers coming off with a pop.

“You taste so good.” Sam stated crawling back up to her to intertwine their lips. They broke apart as Y/n tugged his boxers down finding his hard cock.

“You’re so big.” Said Y/n, almost drooling. Sam chuckled and turned her on her stomach with her ass in the air. Sam stuck his arm around to her face.

“Spit.” Y/n did as told and Sam brought his hand back to stroke his cock a few times. He put one hand on her ass spreading her open for him and the other hand guiding his dick in her wet hole. He slowly went in as Y/n started to whine.

“C’mon, you can fit me honey.” She moaned at his deep soothing voice and Sam bottomed out giving her a second to adjust before he pulled out, back in, and started slamming into her from behind with both hands on her hips now bringing her hips to meet his. Their moans and groans filled the room along with the slapping of their hips.

“Sam-“ Y/n moaned into the bed gripping the sheets. Sam grabbed both her arms and pinned her wrists behind her back grunting as he pounded harder. Y/n started to whine loudly and he felt her clench causing him to roll his head back.

“You gonna cum baby?” He said to her reaching his fingers down to massage her clit.

“Mhmm.” She moaned out not being able to form words. He let go off her wrists, grabbing a fist of hair instead making her uncontrollably moan as well as her eyes rolling back in her head. Sam stopped his movement on her clit and let go of her hair before pulling out quickly to flip her body around. Her back now on the bed he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder immediately putting his cock back into her wet cunt causing her to whimper and scream. Sam leaned down grabbing the sides of her face in his palms and kissed her. While pulling away from her lips he started pounding into her like never before shaking the bed. They stared into each others eyes mouths wide open moaning. Y/n’s eyes started to get heavy and started to stutter.

“Sam, I’m-“ Sam knew what she was trying to say and continued fucking into her.

“I know baby. Cum for me.” He said between breaths feeling her starting to clench around him. Y/n moaned his name all the way through her orgasm.

“Good girl.” Y/n then began to shake at the over stimulation.

“Sammy- I ca-“

“Just a little longer sweetie, you can do it.” He reassured her and let go of her head to pound into her a little more when his thrusts started getting sloppy and his dick began to twitch. His cum shot into her causing them to both moan. He carefully pulled out and leaned down on top of her to kiss her swollen lips. She ran her fingers through his hair while both of them panted to calm down and catch their breathe. Sam lied down next to her on his side, pulled her into him by her waist and kissed the top of her head.

“I guess we can’t really escape destiny huh?” Sam joked and Y/n looked up at him kissing him again.

*:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*

Y/n’s eyes began to open immediately putting her hand up to block the bright sunlight. She looked around to find Sam’s arm draped over her waist and Dean’s bed still empty. Sam awoke from her movement.

“Hi.” Sam said fluttering his eyes open.

“Hi.” She replied smiling at him. Suddenly the motel room door opened and in walked Dean landing his eyes on them.

“So, destiny huh guys?” Dean smirked. Sam’s cheeks went pink and Y/n grabbed her pillow and tossed it at Dean.

“Hey! Watch the coffee grumpy.” Dean remarked.

“Where were you last night?” Y/n asked ignoring his comment.

“Just at the bar. Why? Seems like your guys’ minds were somewhere else.” Dean placed the coffees down and widened his eyes at the pair.

“Couch comfy Sam?” Dean asked, obviously amused. Sam just rolled his eyes at his joking behaviour.

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captainsophiestark · 5 months

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Lost Pizza Delivery Guys

Platonic!Percy Jackson x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Prompt: Dionysus; Wine, Cups, Dolphins, and Goats

Summary: Percy's cousin and friend on Sally's side helps him celebrate his 21st birthday right.

Word Count: 1,843

Category: Fluff

A/N: I also wrote this oneshot with Percy and his cousin being besties, loosely related to this one! You don't need to read one to understand the other, but in my mind they're in the same universe

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"IDs, please."

I grinned and nudged my cousin excitedly as he pulled out his driver's license and handed it to the bouncer before us. Tonight was his 21st birthday, and this officially marked the first time he got to use his card to get in somewhere.

"Okay, go ahead," said the bouncer, passing our IDs back before stepping aside. "And happy birthday."

"Thanks," said Percy with a smile and a nod as we headed into the bar. I beamed at him, dropping my hands onto his shoulders and jumping up and down a little.

"Welcome to adulthood, Perce! First round's on me, but you put in the order."

"Alright," said Percy, laughing a little at my antics but heading over to the bar with a smile anyway.

After a full-family day of celebrating Percy's 21st birthday, I'd asked for the honor of taking him to his first bar. He'd been all in, and I'd brought him to my favorite place in the city.

Despite being close cousins if you looked at a family tree, I hadn't gotten to be a part of Percy's life until the very end of his high school career. I'd been separate from the family I shared with him and Sally, escaping a bad situation when I was young without looking back. Once I'd gotten to college in New York, however, and knew I had family in the area, I decided to reach out and see if it would be worth reconnecting. And it had turned out to be the best decision I could've made.

My Aunt Sally was absolutely incredible, that went without saying. The few memories I had of her from when I was young were the things that had made me want to reach out in the first place. But finding Percy, who was only a few years younger than me, was like getting the little brother I'd always wanted. Even a little later, when a monster almost took my head off when Percy and I were out getting lunch and I learned about all the Greek mythology stuff, I didn't have even a second of regret over having these people in my life.

Luckily for me, Sally's clear-sightedness ran in the family, so I wasn't completely out of the loop when things came up. And, even better, I could look around the bar and feel confident no monsters were about to interrupt me and my little cousin celebrating his 21st birthday.

"Alright, first a toast," I said, raising my glass towards Percy once we had our drinks. He lifted his, too, grinning at me as I continued. "To you, Percy Jackson, hero of AHS swim team, son of Sally Jackson, and the best cousin I could've ever hoped for."

We clinked glasses, Percy still absolutely beaming, and took the first sips of our drinks. The night had officially begun.

We stayed in the bar for a few hours, laughing and dancing to the live band and occasionally refilling our drinks. Finally though, with a little less than an hour and a half to go before midnight, we wandered outside, smiling like idiots with our arms around each other.

"That was fun," Percy decided as we nodded a goodnight to the bouncer.

"I'm glad. And remember what I told you about drinking lots of water."

"I will. Maybe it'll work even better for me since I'm a son of Poseidon."

"That would be sick."

"Yeah."

We both stood there for a moment, letting the cool night air wash over us, a serious relief for the end of the summer. Percy had planned to spend the last moments of his birthday at Camp, with his girlfriend Annabeth and his best friend Grover. I knew it was time for me to let him go, to get us each a cab and head our separate directions, but I still didn't quite want the night to end.

Apparently, Percy felt the same way. He turned to me, a mischievous grin on his face and a light in his eyes that definitely meant trouble.

"Do you want to come back to Camp with me?"

I laughed, smiling a little even as I shook my head. "Perce, you know as well as I do that I can't. I wish I could, but there's no way for me to get in."

"Actually... no one knows how he did it, but a really lost pizza delivery guy made it through one time."

"If no one knows how he did it, how am I supposed to replicate it?"

Percy shrugged. "I don't know. But it's possible."

I paused, debating with myself for a moment. Worse-case scenario, I couldn't get in and I had a much longer cab ride than necessary. Not ideal, but not the end of the world either. And best case, I'd finally get to see the famous Camp Half-Blood and hang out with Percy and his friends.

"Alright," I finally said, turning back to Percy with a smile. "Let's give it a shot."

"Cool. Then I'm sorry for this."

Before I could ask what he meant, Percy held out his hand and threw a golden coin I recognized as Olympian money onto the street. At the same time, he shouted something in what I guess was ancient Greek, and the pavement before us started to bubble. A moment later, a smoky gray taxi rose out of the ground, suddenly sitting and waiting just in front of where we stood on the curb.

"Whoa," I breathed, a smile making its way onto my face as the astonishment wore off. "That is so cool."

"Maybe wait until after the ride to decide if it's cool."

Despite that shady warning, I got into the cab when Percy opened the door and climbed in with me. In front of us across the driver's bench were three ancient old ladies. It took about thirty seconds for me to realize they only had one eye between them, at which point only love for Percy kept me sitting in the car.

The ride from the bar to Camp Half-Blood were a few of the worst moment of my life. It was terrifying from start to finish, and although the travel was incredibly fast, there was also a stretch of that time where I thought we'd never get out of the cab alive again.

After Percy convinced the drivers, apparently the Gray Sisters, to take me even though I was a mortal, and after they spat some poetry about Apollo meddling to help Percy as a favor in the near future (which Percy seemed less than thrilled about), the car finally came to a stop. I rushed to get out, making a beeline for some bushes in case the motion sickness was enough to make me throw up. Thankfully, it wasn't, and when I turned around the cab was gone, leaving me and Percy on a darkened stretch of road.

"That was the worst thing ever," I declared. Percy shrugged, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Fastest cab service in New York."

I just shook my head, closing my eyes and then immediately regretting it since my world was still spinning. When I opened my eyes again, Percy had moved past me to the edge of the forest.

"I figured we'd try to go in the back way, by the woods here," he explained. "We're pretty sure that's where the pizza guys come from."

"Would those be the monster-infested woods you've told me about?"

"Yup."

I sighed, long and heavy, letting the last of the adrenaline drain away. Then, I managed a smile at Percy.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Percy pulled out his sword as I followed him into the woods, incredibly tense and jumping at every single noise. I couldn't tell exactly where the barrier to Camp Half-Blood was, but I didn't run into any invisible barriers, and by some miracle we didn't run into any monsters. After a while of walking, finally, we came to a beach, and not far from us I could see two figures waiting.

Percy turned back to me with a grin as our feet reached the sand.

"We did it."

"Did we seriously? This is Camp?"

"Yeah. The cabins and everything else are another walk through the woods, but this is the Camp beach. Annabeth and Grover are up there."

"Hell yes," I said, grinning as I moved to walk next to Percy. "Lost pizza delivery guys have nothing on me."

Percy and I high-fived, and as soon as they noticed me, Annabeth and Grover threw their hands up in the air and waved me over.

"You made it!" cried Annabeth, pulling me in for a hug. "How did you make it?"

I shrugged as we pulled apart, then immediately turned to pull Grover in too.

"No idea. However the pizza delivery guys did it, I guess. Whatever it was, I'm glad I'm here."

"Me too," said Percy, slinging an arm around my shoulders. We shared a smile, and then I turned away to reach into my bag. I pulled out the last surprise I'd been saving and faced the group again with a massive grin, two wine bottles in-hand.

"Don't tell your camp director," I said, smirking a little to myself. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover made a perfect scale of worried (Grover) to cackling, laughing happy (Percy) with Annabeth in the middle. I passed one bottle to Percy, then opened the first bottle and poured us each a glass. "To Percy! Happy twenty-first to the greatest cousin and friend I ever could've asked for. I love you, and I can't wait to drag you on every ridiculous, non-lethal adventure I can think of, from now until forever. And you have the next year to prepare for how many times you're gonna hear Taylor Swift's 22 at your next birthday."

"Hear hear!"

"Cheers!"

"Can't wait!"

The four of us clinked our glasses, and a moment later (like it'd been planned, which it probably had) a literal pod of dolphins burst out of the water, dancing and swirling in the waves. Percy groaned next to me while Annabeth, Grover, and I laughed.

"Poseidon knows how to put on a show for a birthday," I said. Percy sighed and shook his head, then dropped into the sand. The rest of us followed right after him, leaning back in the sand and watching the ocean sparkle and stretch out before us. The four of us stayed out there long into the night, laughing and talking and drinking by the surf.

When we finally decided it was time to head to bed, the trio helped me sneak through the woods again and into the heart of Camp. I wandered around happily, taking in everything while Percy and I made a beeline for his cabin. I'd have to leave earlier than early tomorrow to keep us all out of trouble, but for just one night we could manage to get away with it.

A Half-Blood's life was full of crazy, and even though I wasn't one, I intended to be part of every single thing that I could be part of for Percy, Annabeth, and everyone else he cared about for the rest of his life.

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wembleygoodboy · 9 days

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Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?

itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)

[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha

so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"

i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.

on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.

sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.

i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."

we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.

i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)

(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)

turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚

i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.

i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.

and i always will be. 💚

BONUS PICTURES:

the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):

baby's first petting 💚:

he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)

settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:

days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!

...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚

-dadmom]

#wembley #black cat #cats #kitten #cat twitter #twitter cats #cats of tumblr #picture #origin story #asks #long post

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barbatusart · 4 months

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Do you have a recommendation for a specific book of your work for folks who showed up for your Bg3 stuff? (Also if you read the parts out of order would that be an issue?)

welcome aboard!!! thank you so much for checking my bg3 stuff out, it's a pleasure to have you

as i said in my other post over here, im predominantly an extreme horror artist! i 100% decline to call myself an eroguro artist because personally i dont find the kind of gore & horror i do particularly erotic, but im super fascinated with the horrors of the body & the darkness of the general human experience, so thats the kind of stuff i tend to make. it isnt the worst most heinous Ever you'll find out there, but im fully aware that it's A Lot, so everything i make with @meanbossart is thoroughly warned for so nobody goes into our body of work unaware & gets a nasty shock.

bg3 in particular goes some pretty dark routes (some bits in a dark urge run even made me kinda reel back and go "jesus"), so id say for people coming in from bg3 your mileage may heavily vary. if torture & really extreme body horror doesnt bother you, you may be OK with SAD SACK (sus.space/sadsack) and its current wip sequel SORTIE (sus.space/sortie), but i would still recommend reading each book's individual content warnings thoroughly before choosing to spend any money. (everything is paywalled to further deter minors.) if you're on the fence about how much horror content is too much for you, or if you're curious about these titles but find the content warnings to be concerning, my DMs on tumblr+twitter and my IMs are always open if you have any questions about particular CWs or even need specific page numbers so you can either skip that bit of gore or be informed enough to approach the page number(s), take a Deep breath, and proceed when youre ready! for these 2 titles in particular, unfortunately they do have a linear story, so to fully grasp what's going on requires reading the books in order. again if it's something youre curious to the point of wanting to try but on the fence about, i am always welcoming of inquiring DMs to help make the experience thrilling + chilling but Not genuinely upsetting.

if you're OK with a little violence and body horror but not as splatterfest as these titles, im currently chipping away at the preliminaries for my giant project LOVOS4017 (lovos4017.the-comic.org) which is a love letter to TNG scifi and 80s cyberpunk anime. im currently on pause with the roughs since last year due to COVID frontline burnout, but ive by no means abandoned it; this IP is my baby that ive been workshopping the show bible for for over a decade & i want to see it through to the end B)

finally if you would like to read our work but want to avoid gore and extreme violence entirely, we do have some stuff that is violence-free! [email protected] (suscomics.itch.io/pooppix) is a comic with a really bonkers premise but no violence and no visible onscreen poop i promise about finding genuine human connection over unusual shared interests on the internet. ATTACK DOG (suscomics.itch.io/attackdog) is also a short solo comic i did myself about sex, quasi-submission fetish, & the requirements of true love (theres some mild gooey body weirdness but no gore i promise)

overall i thank you for showing interest in what @meanbossart & i do! we tend towards strange & unusual premises and presentations, but i hope that you find something within our body of work that entertains you. if you every have any questions about anything, please please please feel free to DM me at any time; my goal in life is to entertain & provoke thought!

#q&a #sad sack #sortie #lovos4017 #[email protected]#attack dog

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ms-demeanor · 1 year

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So i do have trouble running anything in my lap, but it is old and very basic but I can't really get a new one, how do i learn how to change its RAM, battery and anything that could make it perform better?

So I actually have a post that's a basic explainer on this kind of stuff, but here's my specific steps for figuring out if your computer can take more RAM, what kind of RAM it takes, and if/how you can install it.

If you're in a hurry or this entire thing looks intimidating, scroll down to the section with the pink text for a quick and dirty way to find what you're looking for that I don't wholly endorse because there are sometimes errors with this process.

This is literally my job, so while this guide won't cover all contingencies it is the basic process that I do every time I need to source upgrades for a computer.

How to Find RAM for your computer:

Step One: Identify the model of your computer. This is usually visible in a sticker with a barcode on the back of the tower or on the bottom of a laptop. If you aren't sure, you can search "how to find model number of [Samsung laptop][HP desktop][etc.]" I'm going to use a Lenovo M710e as my example here, because it was the computer I had to find RAM for yesterday.

So, the ThinkCentre M710e is the product line and the model/product number is 10UR001JUS. The product number gives us the information about the specific configuration of that computer when it was sold, while the product line gives us the general information about configurations that were produced as part of this line. So for example, all M710e desktops will accept the same RAM technology, but the 10UR001JUS specifically came with 2x4GB RAM modules while another line might have come with 1x8GB RAM installed.

GENERALLY SPEAKING it is better for you to work from your product ID/product number/model number and not from the product line.

Step Two: Find out what memory technology your computer uses, what's installed, and what the max your computer will accept is. Most manufacturers will have spec sheets, so if you search the part/product number you will likely see a link from the manufacturer for the specifications of that device. Here's the one for this computer:

So this tells me that the computer has 8GB total memory in 2 modules of DDR4 RAM with a speed of 2400 Mhz. When I am shopping for RAM the important numbers here are DDR4 and 2400. BUT this does not tell me how much RAM the computer can take or what the physical format of that RAM is, so I need to look a little more, which I do by searching "[model number] specifications," which brings me to a Newegg page that has more information about the specs:

This shows me that the computer has 8GB of DDR4 2400 RAM installed in 2 slots. It shows that the computer only has two slots, and it shows me that the maximum RAM for the computer is 32GB. What this means is that if I want to upgrade the RAM I would need to remove a module from at least one of the slots.

RAM tends to come in 4GB, 8GB, 16GB, and 32GB modules. If I wanted to increase the RAM in this computer for the least amount of money possible, I would add one 8GB module, and that would help the computer a lot, taking it from 8GB to 12GB. BUT if I wanted a higher performance for just a little bit more money, I'd replace both 4GB modules with 8GB modules. RAM is happier and works better when the modules in the computer match, so what I'd do is look for 2 8GB modules that are faster than 2400mhz.

Step Three: because I'm me and I was the one who initially ordered this computer five years ago and I have RAM upgrades for this model in my order history, this is where I would stop. But if it was for a computer that I wasn't familiar with, this is where I would check my work. I do this by going to the Crucial Memory tool:

I'd click on "upgrade my computer" and I'd use the "upgrade finder" option.

If you are searching for a RAM upgrade on the computer that you are currently using, you can use the Crucial Scanner tool which will read the specifications of your system and take you to recommended upgrades that Crucial thinks are compatible with your system. I do not 100% endorse doing this, and if you do use this option I recommend checking Crucial's work because I've ordered RAM on Crucial's recommendation in the past and then found that it was incompatible when we went to install.

But, like I said, I use the upgrade finder option. There are a TON of computers listed in this, so once you go through manufacturer (lenovo, in this example) and product line (for crucial, "product line" here means "thinkcentre") I'll use ctrl+F with "M710e" to find the actual product, because scrolling though this bullshit is for chumps:

That takes you to a page with what should be your computer's specs and recommendations for product upgrades:

As I scroll through, looking for 16GB upgrades, I notice that all the RAM listed is 288 pin, which is the correct size for this computer. RAM tends to come in two physical formats for consumers, Desktop RAM and Laptop RAM. Desktop RAM is longer, Laptop RAM is shorter. There are some more complicated layers to that, but what it means is that I need to match the RAM in my search to the format the computer uses.

So let's say that I want to upgrade my computer here and I decide that I want to go with the 3200 speed. So instead of buying from Crucial (which you could do if you wanted to) I decide to shop around. If I search for "16GB DDR4-3200" on Amazon here's what I get:

One of those is 288 pin and will fit in desktops, the other is 260 pin and will fit in laptops or very small form factor desktops. You need to make sure, either by checking the specifications from the manufacturer or on a ram compatibility site or PC part picker, that you are getting the correct physical format in addition to the correct size/technology/speed.

Step Four: Shop around. I prefer not to buy from Amazon when I can help it, and I like seeing what deals I can get. You *do* have the option of clicking "where to buy" on Crucial and there are usually several choices of where to get that specific Crucial part number, but I want to see if there are more generic options, or options from other brands I like.

A newegg search shows me an A-tech 16GB kit with the specs I'm looking for, but at a higher price than Crucial. Poking around a few places doesn't show me any better deals than Crucial, so I go back over to the crucial site, click on "where to buy" for the product I want, and choose to get it from B&H because it's not amazon and I've got an account there.

Step Five: Figure out how to put the RAM inside of your computer. The easiest way to do this is usually to check IFixIt.com, a website designed to show people how to fix their computers.

IFixIt has guides for some types of ThinkCentres but not an M710e. I can check out the M72e, because that's a pretty similar model, but then it turns out the page is a stub. So I search "how to upgrade RAM in Lenovo M710e" and I found the user manual, which has an diagram of the internal parts of the computer, an exploded view of where everything goes, and a section on replacing RAM modules.

Replacing RAM on most desktops is pretty simple, and if you haven't done it and this set of diagrams doesn't give you much information, I really recommend watching some videos from Paul's Hardware that show you how to handle computer components and identify what parts of a computer you're looking at.

Replacing RAM on laptops is usually a bit more complicated than on desktops. But sometimes it's even easier (one of my computers just had a little door on the bottom where you could add RAM if you needed to). Regardless, the principles are the same - there is a slot on the motherboard for you to put RAM in. Watch videos or look at tutorials for how to open up various kinds of computers and see if you're comfortable replicating those steps.

SOME CAVEATS:

Sometimes you can't add or replace RAM. Sometimes RAM is soldered directly on the motherboard. That should be noted somewhere in the manufacturer specifications.

Sometimes computers are more of a pain in the ass to upgrade than they're worth. Most ultra-slim laptops are difficult to get into and most all-in-ones are a *nightmare* to get into. Watch videos of people working on computers similar to yours before you buy anything to figure out if you're even going to be able to get into the damned thing.

On older laptops replacing the battery is very easy, on newer ones it's getting more difficult. Use the same process of identifying your computer model number to look up compatible batteries, then look up how to replace batteries. Sometimes they're just inaccessible and difficult to get at, and sometimes you literally don't even need tools besides your thumbs.

Anyway. That was kind of a lot. I hope it made sense. Check out the linked post at the beginning for tips on performance improvements outside of hardware upgrades, and good luck.

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abronzeagegod · 1 year

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Eldritch Tech Support 3

more eldritch tech support stories

You work very hard to not have any prejudices or emotional baggage or negative thoughts when working with any clients. It's bad form and if you're working for eldritch beings and some of which can sense intentions or something, it's not wise. Therapy and lots of breathing exercises help with that. Yet, all the deep breathing and centering yourself doesn't help you hate going to the Space Between the Stars any less.

You've got to put on a large and clunky space suit in order to get out there and trying to do all the technical work in the bulky, life saving equipment is just mildly infuriating.

But that's the job.

You double and triple check all your equipment, suit up, and get blasted into space. It's always weird aiming away from all the bright lights and moons and planets.

There in the deep darkness, the kind of darkness that is a void, empty, formless, and so far away from any light sources that the human mind cannot simply cannot conceive of it, you find your client. One of the Beings in the Darkness Between the Stars. They're a shadow of a shadow, a piece of darkness more dark than the void you find yourself in.

They communicate via silence and empty space. It's a lot and it's weird, and it's unfortunately something you've trained for.

Also the translation software is helpful.

You knew it was a server problem, but the Being explains it more fully and leads you through the void to the cold darkness where the server is set up.

You politely explain that you're going to have to take apart the server and run some tests on the individual parts. All of the remote tests proved that there was something absolutely wrong, but couldn't isolate the problem without direct access.

"There's going to be some light," you say. "If that will bother you, I can work alone and let you know when I'm finished."

All of the best camera equipment and sensory tech couldn't simply beat a flashlight.

The Being gestured with invisible hands and spoke without words or sounds.

"Would you like something to drink or something to eat?" the translation software told you.

"No thank you," you say, not explaining that you can't eat anything while you're in this bulky suit.

The shadow slinks away.

You wait for an extra few moments to make sure that you're not going to grievously injure a being of pure darkness and void with your flashlight. You turn it on the dullest setting, and hood the light so that it becomes extremely directional.

Getting into the server takes you several minutes and you start testing components.

As your testing things you place a call back to headquarters.

You put in your ID number and get transferred to someone back at the office to help out.

"Tessaly," they say as an introduction. "What you got for me?"

You explain the situation as you ask for her to check on the back-end stuff.

"Ugh, better you than me," she says.

For the better part of an hour you test individual components and find nothing wrong, but that also means that you've started to narrow down the potential problems. Which are starting to look like they might be the kind of problems that are very complicated and very expensive.

You're about to start climbing into the guts of the server to get at some of the more complicated parts of a server designed to run things for a being of darkness and void, when the proximity radar chirps.

You quickly shut off your light sources. Your client doesn't greet you and the silence isn't the kind that communicates their language.

Instead you feel something brush against your space suit and there's a grumble like the background radiation of a black hole.

There's a chill that radiates from your spine and you try very hard to not react.

"What's up?" Tessaly asks.

"I think our client has whatever the void equivalent of a cat is and it's brushing up against me right now."

"Oh no. Do you know if it's the cute kind, or the tearing things to pieces kind."

"Probably both."

A moment later the darkness gets a little more dark. A void of noise reaches out to you.

The translation software picks it up. "Sorry. Hubble likes people."

The client picks up the void pet and leaves the room. But not before asking how it was going, how you were doing, and a variety of other questions.

You do your best to answer, but the problem is that you don't know what the problem is.

They leave and you continue your work.

"If I didn't know any better I think that Being is flirting with you," Tessaly says over the phone.

"Shut up," you say. It's not uncommon for clients to flirt with tech support agents, but this is a thing that could never work because you have physical form and they exist in the vacuum of space. "Also I'm kind of dating someone."

"Starring at someone from across the office creepily and asking them dumb questions in the break room is not the same as dating," Tessaly says.

Instead of responding with words you respond with a "Euhgh!"

"Sorry, I didn't think that was going to be a hard hitting truth," Tessaly responds, concerned and confused.

"No. I think I found the problem," you say. Your hand went right into it. "I think somehow the void cat thing got into the server, which should be impossible, and left a little treat."

"Do void cats have hairballs?"

"Not that kind. I think it killed something and left it here. For a few days or weeks. It's mostly goo now, and I can already tell it's going to smell."

Tessaly tried to sound sincere, "Oh that sucks for you."

You do your best to clean it up, getting some supplies from your client and then replacing the part that Hubble unintentionally ruined. You can still feel some silence praising the black hole of a pet as being a brilliant vicious hunter.

With the mess cleaned up and the components replaced with ones with less viscera you reboot the server and run some diagnostics.

"Everything looks good on our end," Tessaly says.

"I'm going to check the local connections and everything," you tell her.

Using your work computer you check the server, the connections, and that the various hosting services it does are working. Which is something you immediately regret.

But everything was fixed and you put everything away and inform the client that the job is done, if they have any more questions to call tech support and they will assist however they can.

They offer you some more stuff as thanks, but you politely decline as you really want to get home to light and gravity and noise.

You return to the office and sure enough you smell bad. Even aside from the smell of cosmic radiation, whatever dead void creature was in the server was extremely smelly.

"Wow you smell terrible," Tessaly says as way of a greeting.

"It's not the worst part," you say.

"How could there be something worse?"

"They were using the server to host human fetish videos."

"Oh my gods! Tell me everything!"

"Well what is the kinkiest thing for a being that is mostly void?"

"I don't know, whips, nipple clips, pet play?"

"No. They don't have super corporeal forms."

"Don't tell me."

"Yup. Missionary."

Tessaly laughs very hard.

"That's the worst part, is that it isn't even interesting."

"It's interesting to someone."

#my fiction #eldritch tech support #no editing we die like men #this was going in a couple of different directions and i think this is a good one

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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year

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In your opinion, what are the top three peaks of worst narrative choice in Miraculous?

An interesting question, because with Narrative choices, its not so much one episode its the impact it has throughout the series.

But because I dont want to solely be Negative. I will also pick 3 POSITIVE narrative peaks as well. (I am only talking about what has aired so far. there could be choices later on I dont like or enjoy more than before. But we will see)

3rd worst

Su Han and the Order of Guardians

me too luka, me too.

Honestly the whole thing with Feast. which i thought would make this list, but nope. Because of Su han, I think Feast did the world a f***ing favor

Su Han is still my least favorite character. He is a stick in the mud that comes to yell and does nothing. The fact that he shows up in season 4 and doesnt even help Marinette with Guardian stuff is bulls***. He should be helping by teaching Mirakungfu, or anything!

Really, he only exists to show that Fu really made the best out of a s*** situation. When the order was beaten by a 4 FOOT TALL BLUE DOG, Having met Su Han, I understand why now.

3rd Best

Marinette telling Alya she's Ladybug

So this one is something many people are on the fence about. If you like this choice, you like or tolerate Alya. If you dont, you hate alya.

I for one Love Alya and Marinette who was sinking in her new responsibility gains a confidant that wants to help and do whats best for her. (she is like 80/20 on that but still, its the thought that counts)

Alya does help flesh out somethings and helps Marinette grow as a guardian and is probably the reason Chat noir didnt f***ing ditch earlier than kuro neko.

Alya even showed to be a somewhat competent ladybug replacement. But thats out the window with the recent episodes. I still think this is one of the best choices made in season 4

2nd Worst

Sentimonsters are Sentient

The show is weird with Sentimonsters. Now I dont know if Sentiadrien is 100% confirmed. But its gross how some sentimonsters are given more respect than others. It is like "Oh only the Human looking ones are sentient" Sentinino, Sentialec, Sentigabriel, sentibubbler all got controlled like puppets with no agency and no one gave a f***.

They should just be emotion's given form and nothing more. Because basically the peacock miraculous creates slaves. And its kind of f***ed up. Id put this at number one, but its still sort of being explored and if the show finds a way to give the sentimonsters full control or a means of not getting erased on a whim, I can over look it. But yea, its pretty bad.

2nd Best

Gabriel Getting all the other Miraculous

I have wanted this since SEASON 2!

The problem with season 3 and 4 was the fact that Ladybug and Chat noir had access to so many powers, heroes and abilities that basically Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth were not even a threat anymore. That they could have taken him down at anytime if they were more active. Like no cap, why didnt Marinette give herself the snake AND horse when she went for Shadowmoth in Sentibubbler. Or the horse and Bee? Stun his butt and WIN.

With Gabriel having the miraculous, the tables and stakes are now high again. Ladybug and Chat noir are up against the wall. Thats where the tension needs to be if you want things to develop.

The Worst

Miracle Queen (The last 10 minutes)

So this may seem like cheating but this episode really did a LOT and had a massive impact on the show. Lets have a check list.

It had Fu wipe his memories (something that apparently he could do but was never mentioned)

Chloé's growth and development is completely tossed out that she ends up exactly how she was in season 1 (and eventually worse)

The love rivals start dating the heroes because Marinette read Fu's letter which just told her "Life sucks and you gotta settle"

So basically it pulled a Deus ex machina out of its butt, destroyed the potential of a redemption arc and then make no means of seeing a struggle just poof, like it didnt even happen. And then the love rivals that had hardly any screen time (maybe like 2 episodes total with the heroes) are just dating.

The last one may have gotten axed but the first two are ever present and its horse crap.

The Best

Chat Blanc

So this is gonna need some explaining. While I am not crazy about the time travel, and I am not crazy about all the things in the episode, or even how some of the trauma is handled. Chat Blanc is an excellent choice to show the viewer how things can go wrong.

Its not the scenario where Hawkmoth wins, its not the heroes winning. Its EVERYONE LOSES.

This episode took Season 3 to the darkest its been. I would have loved if it was several episodes. I would have loved if this was explored more. But the fact that the group took a concept fans have thought about and brought it to such an NTH degree

I 100% can say with certainty before this episode no one wrote Chat blanc in fanfiction as an end of world threat. Maybe a dangerous beast or feral cat. But NOT A COSMIC LEVEL THREAT.

This episode demonstrated how dangerous the powers of the miraculous are. It gave the viewer a reason on why Marinette and Adrien dont share their identities right away. Its because of the worst case scenario.

(I would have put origins, cause umbrella scene but thats not so much a narrative choice as it is the start of everything, but know its basically pseudo number one)

#ml #ml critique #ml sweet and salty #gale rants #miraculous ladybug #i can list the good and bad

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . aemond had never considered how much it meant to you to spend the holidays together

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations ( MINORS DNI ! ), sexual implications, strong language

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . here is day twelve of my 12 days of house of the dragon celebration! only one day left to go with the finale of my five part aemond miniseries, the language of flowers; as well as a bonus gift i’m excited to share with you all. also, it was brought to my attention that i should possibly considering turning my targayen steel company idea into a series for the entire targaryen family since i also mentioned it in my daemon one shot, tinsel. would anyone be interested in seeing more surrounding the family business i created? let me know your thoughts on that and on this one shot--as always, your support and feedback means so much to me! also, aemond is canonically a cat guy and vhagar would be the chonkiest of chonks--that is all

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 the weight of the bags on your arms as you attempted to unlock the door of your apartment, key stabbing everywhere around the knob but not into the lock; finally, however, you gave a sigh of relief when it finally slid home, turning it just as your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. Cursing, you pushed open the door and stumbled across the marbled flooring in the entrance as you looked for a place to set your items down. Phone still going off, you plopped your purchases unceremoniously down a few feet from the door with a sigh before shoving your hand in your pocket, the newest challenge finding it in the deep fur-lined chasm. Groaning, you finally arrest it from its prison and press accept just before it's surely being forwarded to your voicemail.

“Hello?” You greeted breathlessly, not having had time to really look at the caller ID.

“Took you an awfully long time to answer,” your boyfriend opened with teasingly. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were up to no good….”

“Aemond!” You exclaimed excitedly, face flushed from all the exertion as you stepped over the bags and walked further into the apartment; it was a sleek and expensive modern penthouse with ceiling high wall to wall windows and black accented furniture. “Sorry, I just got back from shopping.”

“How much did you spend this time?” He chuckled.

“Oh hush,” you rolled your eyes. “You know I always help with my part of the credit card bill–not like Mr. Steel Company couldn’t afford it on his own anyways.”

“Fair enough,” he snorted. “I thought you finished your Christmas shopping already, though?”

“I did,” you confirmed, walking into the living room and kneeling in front of the pet crate, “but I still needed to get some stuff for my mom and….you.”

“....you know I don’t like gift giving,” Aemond finally sighed on the other end.

You respond with a sigh of your own, opening the latch of the crate and letting out your boyfriend’s ancient cat, Vhagar, who slipped out with surprise litheness despite her substantial circumference. Smiling, you gave her ashy black fur a stroke before she was toddling off to no doubt find somewhere comfortable to lay for the rest of the day.

“This is gift receiving not giving,” you correct, standing up to your full height.

“Yes, but now that you’ve gotten me something I’m obligated to–” he began.

“You’re not obligated to do anything,” you interject sourly. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do–I know thinking of something to get is just more you have to put on your plate. I got you a gift because I wanted to, not because I expected anything in return; you give me everything I could need or want throughout the year after all, the least I can do is pick up the slack on Christmas.”

Aemond and you had begun seeing each other two years ago when you connected on a sugar baby website; it was one of those high end ones with background checks and lots of red tape to get through before either party could start seeking out their preferred company. You had applied to make a little extra cash during graduate school, the class load not really allowing you the possibility of work hours enough to pay for your shoebox apartment and other necessities; you had gone in initially with the promise that it would only be until you graduated and found steady work. However, it had been nearly six months since your graduation and you had quickly found good money in your dream field; still you found yourself walking through the place you now shared with Aemond to make sure Vhagar had food in her bowl lest she go on the hunt and find it empty. He had officially asked you to move in right after you finished your master’s, no longer having the excuse that you liked the privacy of your own space to study. Every boundary you had ever placed between you and the silver-haired Icarus who’d weaseled his way into your heart was slowly but surely surpassed by his determination to have you completely to himself.

No longer managed by the website you’d first met on, Aemond still served as a sugar daddy of sorts to you, ensuring all your needs were met so that you could pursue your passions. It wasn’t much of a feat for him really considering he had come into his fortune at birth, born into the Targaryen steel dynasty with a silver spoon in his mouth; and he continued to make more and more money as a director on his half-sister’s board–a position he had to fight tooth and nail for against popular belief. From what little you understood about his family–who he tried his hardest to keep you away from as much as possibly–there had been a lot of conflict in the years before you had met him; all you knew was it had been somewhat resolved and now Aemond only talked to his family once in awhile over facetime between infrequent visits. Usually one of those special occasions would be Christmas, but Aemond and you had agreed upon staying home this year for the holidays for a nice and intimate night together.

“While we’re on the subject,” you hummed, grabbing a can of Vhagar’s premium wet food from the designated cabinet full of the stuff, “when are you getting home? It’s almost six and I thought we were going to cook dinner together….”

It left a bad enough taste in your mouth that he had gone into the office at all on Christmas Eve, but you weren’t going to lecture him on having a strong work ethic; it was one of the things you found most attractive about him, but it also came with its downfall as he often picked his work over you.

“That’s why I’m calling,” if you had believed him capable you would have thought your boyfriend sounded nervous. “The reason I had to come into today was that there was an issue with one of our deals in Essos; it fell through after an altercation between Aegon and the negotiator, now Rhaenyra wants me to go and see if I can’t salvage it.”

“Aemond,” you groaned like a petulant child, setting the can of cat food harshly down on the counter, “you promised–”

“I know what I promised,” he cut you off, sounding irritated, “but I also have other responsibilities and can’t always anticipate when something is going to come up at work, you know that.”

“I know that better than anyone,” you assured with a mutter, “doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck when my boyfriend chooses to go off on some impromptu business trip when he promised he’d be home for Christmas.”

“Don’t try and guilt me,” he scolded. “You’re better than that.”

“You know, Aemond,” you laughed with humor, grabbing the can opener, “I don’t think I am. I don’t even think I’m above begging at this point if it means you’ll pick me for once over that fucking job.”

Angrily cutting open the wet food, you walked over to Vhagar’s bowl and grabbed it, taking it over to the sink to be washed as you tucked your phone between your ear and shoulder.

“That’s not far,” Aemond sighed tiredly, as if he was exhausted with your conversation–with your emotions. “I need to work–”

“Not all the damn time,” you snorted, scrubbing the dried pate off the sides of the bejeweled food bowl. “You have plenty of money, Aemond, so it’s obviously not about making more; you just love to get out of shit by using work as an excuse.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything,” he insisted, “but Rhaenyra is counting on me to fix this mess.”

“It’s Aegon’s mess,” you argued, “so why isn’t he fixing it? Or perhaps your sister could take some initiative since she’s the one who stupidly put him in the liaison position in the first place.”

Drying out the bowl, you set it down and carefully placed the perfect puck of gourmet chicken pate into it before walking it back over to Vhagar’s automatic water dispenser; the old she-cat was waddling in just as you finished placing it down, although deaf for the most part it appeared her nose still worked perfectly.

“You know what, Aemond,” you shake your head as you give the cat some loving strokes, “it’s whatever, do what you gotta do.”

“You’re being childish,” he snapped.

“And you’re being an asshole,” you shot back. “I get it–the holidays don’t mean shit to you but they do to me; it was important that we got to spend them together but apparently what I want isn’t good enough for you so I’m washing my hands of it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He said–you could practically hear him grinding his teeth in frustration.

“It means I’m done giving this situation my energy,” you reply, rubbing a hand over your face as you stand back up. “It’s just a waste of my time and I’d rather not be upset about something I can’t change, especially on Christmas Eve.”

“....so you’re not going to be mad at me if I go to Essos?” He followed up with after a few moments, his voice softening in the face of his unsureness. You knew for all of his confidence, Aemond was still that young boy who so desperately wanted the approval of an emotionally absent father and a mother who coped with her loveless marriage by turning to the Faith; he hated it when you were mad at him, but you couldn’t help but feel frustrated with the situation he had put you in. You had banked all your holiday plans on him being there, turning down your own friends who had invited you to go skiing with them and had already left earlier that week to do so. Your own family was spread out all over and not particularly close, at most usually just opening gifts together over facetime with the customary bottle of wine.

“It wouldn’t do me any good to be mad,” you shake your head with a sigh. “I need to go, Aemond–I got cold stuff that needs to be put away; have a safe trip.”

“I love–” You cut him off by hanging up, knowing it was wrong even as you did it; you did not want his proclamations of love right now, not when you wanted to stew in your anger just a bit longer. Soon enough you’d get over it and probably call him to apologize for being such a bitch, but for now you let it fester as you got to work putting your groceries away.

You had gotten these small whole chickens to roast for dinner, alongside some potatoes, carrots, and asparagus that you planned to simmer alongside them; for dessert you had ordered a chocolate lava cake from Aemond’s favorite restaurant because you were doubtful of your ability to mirror the recipe perfectly. You would at least save the cake for when he returned, but you had no intention of delaying your holiday dinner just because he wasn’t going to be there; making plans inside your head to face time with your mom while you cooked, you finished putting all the food away before beginning to tackle the presents.

For your mom you’d gotten her some of the expensive perfume she liked from the Highgarden collection, as well as a couple of nice sweaters and some of her favorite candies; it would be late getting delivered but she’d already received the painting you’d commissioned from Aemond’s sister Helaena. Much the talented artist, the pale-haired girl had perfectly rendered the likeness of your family onto the canvas using one of the reference pictures you’d given her; knowing your mom loved renaissance style art you’d asked Helaena to pant you as such, thinking it would be a nice centerpiece over your childhood home’s fireplace. Thinking of her reaction when she opened it had your moon lightening as you carried the gifts into the living room to wrap later.

Done eating, Vhagar trailed behind you in curiosity as you returned for the last of the items–Aemonds present; another commission, it was wrapped in a velvety black material as you hoisted it up, not surprised for the first time at its weight. Instead of placing that in the living room, you took it to your shared room and laid it on the bed, deciding to deal with it later before leaving and closing the door behind you.

The rest of the night went without incident, with you ignoring your phone in case Aemond decided to call back as you focused in on cooking dinner and a nice glass of blackberry wine. Your mother having not answered, you settled for putting on a Christmas movie in the living room and setting up your wrapping station as the chicken cooked. Once that was ready, you returned to the kitchen to start on your buttery garlic reduction, and needing your phone for the recipe you took note of the notification as you turned on the screen:

3 missed calls from Aemond.

Hesitating, you decided after a moment to let him sweat it out a little bit longer as you continued on making dinner; you didn’t want to further upset either of you by continuing a conversation where neither was willing to give. You both wanted different outcomes and one of you would be eventually forced to concede for the other, and most likely as always that would end up being you. You knew Aemond’s work was important and it was something he was passionate about, you just wished he was as passionate about spending time with you as he was about putting out the fires his family created for the business. Still, you’d never ask him to dull that passion to satisfy your own wants and needs as that wouldn’t be right, so instead you decided it was best not to revisit the argument and to instead spend this year doing separate things for Christmas. You wanted to cook dinner and wrap your presents and drink copious amounts of wine while watching A Christmas Story; and when all of that was done, you wanted to soak in a warm bath full of an absurd amount of bubbles and then curl up with Vhagar for a good night’s sleep. The cat in question had been of a particular comfort as she laid constantly near your feet in hopes of catching any scraps you might drop; occasionally you did so on purpose, with a smile on your face as you finished your reduction and moved on to the salad.

It was as you were losing yourself in the chopping of the lettuce that you heard the front door open and slam close, Aemond’s voice following as he called out to you. Stilling, knife still in hand, you turned around to see him striding through the doorway, stopping when he saw you standing there. For a moment, neither of you said anything, you were too stunned and he flushed from what you assumed was the cold winds outside.

“What are you doing here?” You finally find the right thing to ask.

“You weren’t answering my calls,” he frowned, brow furrowed and the hint of a pout on his beautiful lips.

“I didn’t want to,” you answered honestly, turning around to set your knife back on the counter, grabbing clumps of the chopped lettuce and putting them in a glass bowl. “Wouldn’t do me any good.”

“You know I hate it when you do that silent treatment bullshit,” he gritted out; you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back as you occupied yourself with finishing your salad.

“It’s not the silent treatment, Aemond,” you defended. “I’m just not going to waste my time listening to you rationalize why it’s more important to go halfway across the world instead of staying here with me like you promised. All it does is force me to acquiesce to the point and you know I hate when you do that to me; makes me feel like I have no reason to be upset anymore because I ended up ‘agreeing’ with you in the end.”

“Could you at least look at me while we talk?” He bitterly requests.

“You’re the one that interrupted me while I’m in the middle of doing something,” you point out. “I seem to remember you doing about the same thing all those times I came into your study and tried to get you to talk to me about this….and about that.”

“And again, I need to work.” “--work.” You finished together.

“Both of us know we’re far from starving, Aemond,” you roll your eyes, sweeping your arm around the kitchen that had all the latest high tech appliances. “You could’ve afforded not to play the savior one time. It’s not like I ask you to shirk your responsibility for me all the time, but you did promise there would be no work getting in the way of us celebrating this year. And you know, maybe it’s my fault for getting my hopes up this time around, I should’ve known it would get screwed up somehow.”

Silence spread out between as you tossed your salad ingredients in the vinaigrette dressing you’d picked out; Vhagar had long since gotten up from her spot to greet her owner, purring heavily as she rubbed her head on his ankles until he picked her up.

“It’s fine really,” you finally admit truthfully, “or at least it will be. I’ll get over it and we can always celebrate when you get back, it’s not really as big of a deal as either of us are making it out to be.”

“If it matters to you then it’s a big deal,” Aemond insisted quietly–you could hear him moving further into the room until he was standing by your side.

“Your work matters to you too,” you glance over at his face, biting your lip at the contrite look on his face. “I don’t want to make you feel as if you have to choose between it and me, but this one time I really wish you had chosen me.”

Setting your wooden spoons down, you wipe your hands on your apron and step closer to Aemond, his free coming to wrap itself around your waist and pull you against his body. Vhagar lets out a small meow of protest, shifting to be let down to which her owner obliges before lifting that arm to join the other one. You feel the warm press of his lips against your forehead, eyes trained on the tie of his suit as you suck a deep breath in before letting it shudder out of you. Gods, the love you felt for this man was at times overwhelming; he was sexy and aggravating and the most complex person you’d ever dated, and you loved him more than you could ever put into words.

“Aren’t you going to miss your flight?” You hum as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Not that I’m not happy you came here first, I just–”

“I told Rhae she’d have to find someone else to fix Aegon’s fuck up this time,” he mumbles against your lips, pressing forward for more kisses. “Told her I already had plans with someone more important….”

His hands lowered down your back and to the swell of your ass, cupping each cheek in his hand as he moved your hips together. Flushing, you stared at him in disbelief, cheeks flush and warm as your hands came up to frame his face silently asking for more kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned into your mouth as he pressed you against the counter. “I wasn’t even thinking about how–fuck–how it was the holidays, I just….I just agreed without a second thought like I always do.”

“I know, I know,” you assured him breathlessly, pressing kisses down the length of his jaw and nuzzling at his neck; you rested your head against his shoulder as you both just held each other for a moment.

“Do you want help finishing dinner?” He rubs your cheeks together, hands moving from your bum to your hips and giving them a squeeze.

Smiling, you nod and press one last kiss to his shoulder before pulling away. Together you are able to finish dinner within the hour–Aemond tending to the garlic butter reduction and the chickens as you finish the salad and other sides. As you work you can’t help but look over at your boyfriend every now and then, appreciating his form as he takes off his dress jacket and rolls up his sleeves. You could see the shifting of veins and muscles as he moved about, causing your mouth to salivate in desire as you licked your suddenly dry lips; pushing the initial desire away, you turn your attention back to plating the lava cake carefully. Getting some chocolate on your thumb, you lifted it to your mouth to lick it off but Aemond’s hand on your wrist stopped you; eyes flicking to his, you watched as he pulled it to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, moaning around the digit as he tasted his favorite flavor of chocolate.

“Aemond,” you said, lips parting on a gasp as you felt his touch all the way between your legs.

“Dessert first?” He smirked, popping your thumb out of his mouth as he traced it along the bottom of his lip. “It is a holiday after all….”

“Dinner will get cold,” you replied stupidly as you let him guide you from the kitchen and down the hall to your room; Vhagar followed after, assuming she was about to get some cuddle time with her parents and she made no secret of her displeasure as Aemond kept her from entering upon the door opening.

“You’ll pay for that later,” you joke, walking into the room ahead of him as he closes the door.

“Good thing I got her her favorite treats for Christmas,” he chuckles.

Before anything can go further, you glance at his present on the bed and still, wondering if you should just give it to him now or wait until tomorrow. Deciding on the former, you pick it up and turn to Aemond who stands there expectantly, already working on the buttons of his shirt until he sees what you’re holding.

“Merry Christmas….Eve,” you say bashfully, smile on your face as you hold out the gift.

“Can’t we–” he begins, wanting to wait until after but he stills when he sees the expectant look on his face before he gives you a crooked smile, taking it from your hands. You both sit on the edge of the bed as he undoes the ties of the velvet bag, embroidered beautifully in gold letters with the name of the man who’d made it for you. Once the bag was pulled away the hand-crafted leather scabbard was revealed as was the hilt, a perfect replica of the sword Aemond always showed you in the picture of his ancestors throughout the years. “You didn’t….gods, you did–”

“Since I couldn’t give you the real thing I had it made,” you smiled. “It’s only decorative of course but–”

“It’s perfect,” he spoke softly, still too stunned as he refused to look away from the sword in his laps; his hands wrapped around the hilt as he pulled Blackfyre from the sheath, the metal sleek and polished to perfection. For it to arrive in time for Christmas you had had to order nearly a year in advance, in constant contact with the practicing blacksmith you’d commission just to ensure all the details came out right. “Gods, I have no words….

You smile, knowing you had made the right choice in giving the man who had everything he could possibly need the one thing he really wanted.

“Aegon’s going to be so jealous,” he surprises you by following up with, causing you both to laugh.

“Merry Christmas, Aemond,” you hum, bumping your shoulders together before resting your head upon his.

“Merry Christmas,” he hummed, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword as his other rested against your hip with a gentle squeeze.

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