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Brown Eyes (Seth Rollins x Reader)

Pairing: Seth Rollins x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k+ (including lyrics)

Warning: Swearing, bad grammar, very fluffy with small angst scene (blink and you'll miss it)

A/N: This is another one of my wattpad writings, very old storyline (can you tell) I also just used Seth Rollins instead of Colby Lopez. It was easier to use back then and I don't feel like changing it now.

*Based on Brown Eyes by Destiney's Child*

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'Remember the first day that I saw your face, remember the first day you smiled at me.'

Walking into the boss's office was always nerve-racking, no matter how long you've been here; you always got nervous walking to the boss's office. You knocked on Hunter's door and waited till you heard his voice allowing you to enter. Opening the door you came face to face with 3 other superstars who were all too famous around here. Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and Seth Rollins. You raised your eyebrow thinking you weren't supposed to be here until Hunter motioned for you to come inside.

"Great now that our final member is here we can start this meeting. Now you guys are my top stars here in NXT and it's going to be hard to see you go but I think the main roster will appreciate you guys." Hunter spoke as a wide smile made its way on your face along with the boys.

"Now I know what you're thinking why are you here y/n well it is because you will be joining The Shield. You are the most badass female competitor we had in a while, so I think you will fit in with The Shield perfectly." Hunter said which you smiled at the compliment. You turn to look at the boys which they smiled at your but one smile caught your eyes in particular. Seth Rollins.

'Remember the first day when you took me out, we had butterflies although we tried to hide it, and we both had a beautiful night.'

"Hey, y/n wait up!" You heard someone running towards you. Turning around you found that it was Seth running trying to catch up.

"Hey what's up."

"I was wondering if you are doing anything tonight since it's our day off." He questioned looking a bit nervous but you brushed it off.

"No, not really. Why?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out and explore the town life at night." Now he was acting weird.

"Like a date?" You said smirking which he nervously smiled and scratched the back of his neck, his confidence going away each second.

"Um ya. I mean if you wanna go as friends that is good with me. Just thought we could have some fun on our rare day off." He rambled which you chuckled at.

"Sure, I'll take you up on that date, just text me the details Rollins. I'll see you tonight." You said winking at him as you made your way back to your room.

Seth said to dress casually and comfortably since we would be walking around town. So you put on jeans, a white tank top and a leather jacket with knee-high boots. You were looking over yourself one last time before you heard a knock at the door. Opening it to you saw that it was Seth with flowers in his hands which made you smile.

"Hey, Rollins." You started seeing as he was just admiring you.

"Hey beautiful, you look amazing, brought these for you." He said giving you the bouquet of flowers which you smiled at.

"Awee I love them. Let me put these in a vase then we can go." You said walking to a make-shift vase that would have to do.

"Let's hit the town Rollins."

The night was amazing and probably the most fun you had on your day off. In the beginning, you guys were nervous but as the night went on you eased into it. The night consist of seeing the culture the tone had to offer, trying every attraction, and eating your hearts out, this was going to be a damaging cheat day but it was worth it.

"Remember the first day, the first day we kissed, Remember the first day we had an argument."

"Seth are you fucking kidding me, last night you came back to the hotel room drunk when I told you I'm not gonna be able to take care of your drunk ass because I have two bruised ribs then you go and get drunk. Then I have to drag you in this dam room and wait till you fucking fall asleep because you wouldn't shut the hell up. After that, I couldn't fucking go to sleep because of the pain. Next time knock on Romans or Dean's door cause I ain't gonna be in the mood for your bullshit." You spat as you tried not to yell at him but your voice kept on getting louder the more you went on.

"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't know how much I drank an-" he went on before you interrupted him.

"No, shut up. Don't blame it on that. You should know your fucking limit. I-" you was going on until you felt a pair of lips on yours.

You wanted to push him back because you were mad at him but also his lips were soft and you wanted to kiss him for the longest. You melted into the kiss not caring about the argument anymore. When he pulled back he smiled at you while you playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry baby. I truly am." He said which you huffed and decided to let the argument go, just this once.

"I ain't gonna let that slide next time. This stunt ain't gonna work again." You said to which he just hummed at.

'The way we held each other's hands. The way we talked, the way we laughed. It felt so good to find true love, I knew right then and there you were the one.'

You and Seth were in your shared hotel room after a long and painful workday. The SHIELD was in the main event and all of you were feeling the effects of it as the adrenaline wore off hours ago. All you wanted to do was lay in bed with Seth and go to sleep.

"Baby." You heard Seth say as he played with your hands.

"Ya." You said laying on his chest as you tried to fall asleep.

"What do you want to do in life?" He said as you looked up at him weirdly wondering where this came from.

"What?"

"Like what do you want to do for the rest of your life. You are in the prime of your career, you won championships, many historical matches. What else do you want to do?"

"I want to continue wrestling for as long as I can, I also want to get married and start a family, that is probably my number one dream. I also wanna start a business and like open a store, you know I've been talking and looking into that. Also, I wanna help people, I don't care how I just wanna help others." You said thinking about your future and just rambling.

Once you were done rambling you saw Seth looking so lovingly at you. You smiled up and him while he just squeezed your hand.

"What?" You asked chuckling.

"I'm just so in love with you." He said which made you kiss him.

"Also are you related to stone-cold? You say 'what' a lot." He jokes which you shoved him for. I wish I was.

'I know that he loves me cause he told me so, I know that he loves me cause his feelings show. And when he stares at me, you see he cares for me. You see how he is so deep in love'

Ever since you've been with Seth you have been so happy, the happiest you've ever been. Everyone could tell. From your friends to your family to your fans. It was obvious and you wouldn't ask for it any other way.

"Girl I am so happy for you." Renee said as she sat with you in catering.

"Why?" you asked wondering if they heard some good news about you that you didn't know about.

"Because you are so in love and so happy." You heard Brie pipe in as she and Nikki came and sat with you also.

"Did you guys say the three famous words yet?" Nikki asked.

"Ya. He has been saying it nonstop ever since I said it back."

"Damm he can't take his eyes off of you. He really cares for you." Brie said motioning behind you.

You looked to see it was Seth who was leaning against the wall by the entrance of catering smiling at you while Dean rolled his eyes and made his way over to the food and Roman chuckling while following Dean.

"That boy is so whipped." You said as he came over and the girls agreed.

You guys were in catering once again sitting with your friends all around. You were sitting on Seth's lap engaging in a conversation with Paige and Nattie about the new Avengers movie, Infinity War which you were obsessed with, scratch that, any superhero movie you were obsessed with.

"That movie really hit me hard. I was a crying mess."

"Oh, ya girl I saw your insta story. Your mascara and everything." Paige said as you laughed at the memory, a traumatizing experience.

"It was very traumatizing. Plus my nephew had a birthday party that night and it was fucking superhero theme." You huffed which they both laughed at you.

You could feel Seth's eyes on you but you weren't paying attention to that, you were paying attention to the movie that will forever traumatize you. The girls' eyes shifted to his for a couple seconds which made you stop ranting and look at him. You saw that he had a loving smile on his face that wouldn't come off.

"You okay babe?" You ask smiling at him in return.

"Perfect." He simply said as you kissed him and went back to ranting.

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dothwrites · 3 years

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2020 Writing in Review

Well, it’s been a shitshow of a year, ain’t it? The one bright spot in this year was that it left me a ton of time for writing! With no further ado, here are the fics I worked on the year of our lord, 2020.

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the blood which we drew | Rated: M | Word Count: 7335 | COMPLETE

Castiel bears the Mark. And for a few months, it's fine.

It's fine until it isn't.

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ramble on | Rated: E | Word Count: 26,875 | WIP

A series of Season 15 codas, crossposted to tumblr. Tags, Warnings, and Rating may change, based on source material.

(Technically started this in 2019, but I added to it this year, so I’m counting it)

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protect and serve | Rated: E | Word Count: 49,953 | COMPLETE

Police officer Dean Winchester's next assignment seems easy enough: a protection detail on Assistant District Attorney Castiel Novak, who's been receiving death threats in conjunction with the case that he's prosecuting. Dean's assignment is to keep ADA Novak safe, alive, and in one piece so that he can start his trial against Dick Roman, notorious CEO charged with the death of at least eight people.

With threats that quickly spin out of control, a missing teenage genius, Dean's attraction to Novak, and Novak's mercurial attitude towards Dean--Dean Winchester's next assignment is anything but easy.

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what stays (and what fades away) | Rated: E | Word Count: 64,421 | COMPLETE

Cas Novak’s life is perfect. He has a job that he loves and friends who support him. Most importantly, he has his husband, Dean Winchester, and his two adopted children, Claire and Jack. With them, nothing could ever go wrong.

That is, until he starts having flashes of a life that isn’t his and meets someone who shares his husband’s face but not his personality, someone who insists that he’s someone, something, different altogether. Cas’ life shatters when he’s dragged into a world that he doesn’t belong to and doesn’t understand.

Dean Winchester’s life was already shattered when he lost Castiel.

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thunder road | Rated: E | Word Count: 20,883 | COMPLETE

After Chuck is defeated and the Winchesters settle into life without God, Dean Winchester is bored.

OR: Dean and Cas take a road trip and figure out some stuff along the way.

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alone together | Rated: E | Word Count: 74, 239 | COMPLETE

Like the rest of the world, Dean Winchester’s job sent him home with the supplies necessary to work from home and a vague farewell of “We’ll see you when this all blows over”. Unlike the rest of the world, Dean Winchester is entering into a quarantine with Castiel Novak, his incredibly hot and incredibly uninterested roommate. How is Dean supposed to concentrate on his job while Cas is just a few feet away, being...well, Cas?

Castiel Novak was already working from home, so the news of social distancing doesn’t affect him that much. What does send him into a panic is the knowledge that Dean Winchester, his stunning and straight roommate, will also be working from home for the foreseeable future. After spending so long trying to distance himself from Dean, Castiel now has to face a future where Dean is present. All. The. Time.

They’ve got food, Internet, and all the toilet paper they need, but neither one of them is prepared for quarantine.

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for a sinner released | Rated: E | Word Count: 8,800 | COMPLETE

Testing his theory, he runs his fingers over the soft skin of Dean’s wrist, until his thumb is pressed firmly against Dean’s hammering pulse. Cas pulls, gently but inexorably, until Dean is forced to take a step forward. The shift in positioning pushes the barrel of the gun into his forehead.

Cold metal touches overheated skin, and Cas inhales sharply at the contrasting sensations. The gun is unforgiving, relentless, beautiful.

It’s like Dean.

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and all this devotion | Rated: M | Word Count: 10,572 | COMPLETE

Dean’s not stupid. He’s seen the looks Cas has aimed his way, when Cas thought he wasn’t paying attention. He’s leveled his share of looks back at Cas when the angel’s attention was elsewhere. More than once, he’s been caught in the act. At this point, they’re both dancing around the same elephant, too scared and caught in their ways to make the first move.

OR: Dean gets hurt on a hunt. Cas takes care of him. There's only one bed. Confessions ensue.

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lost in translation | Rated: T | Word Count: 3,720 | COMPLETE

Cas bites at his lower lip, looking uncommonly shy. Worry starts to stir in Dean’s gut, which is only compounded when Cas says something else in soft yet clear Enochian. As the new phrase doesn’t have the word stupid anywhere in it, Dean doesn’t have the slightest idea of what Cas is saying. The guilt squirming in his stomach gets worse when Cas looks at him, with gentle anticipation, as though he’s expecting a reply. Dean does what humans have been doing since the beginning of time when confronted with a language they don’t understand and smiles, wide and sunny, at Cas. Cas’ forehead creases but he returns the gesture. His eyes are still brimming over with emotion and the sight does something to Dean.

Dean begins to suspect that he may have started something which he is not equipped to finish.

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a new song about a new life | Rated: E | Word Count: 21,282 | WIP

There is no happily ever after. Mostly because there is no after. Life is just a series of days and nothing ever really ends. It just continues on, even after the curtain closes, and while the struggles might not be epic, they're no less impressive. Domestic life isn't without its pitfalls and trials, but at the end of the day, Dean and Cas still have each other and in the end, that's enough.

A series of timestamps detailing the small adventures of Dean and Castiel. Will contain teensy amounts of angst and a heap of fluff and domesticity.

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angel in black | Rated: E | Word Count: 95,325 | COMPLETE

Bounty hunter Castiel Novak has simple rules for how he conducts his business. Get in, get out, deliver the fugitive, and do it all with the least amount of effort possible. Never become emotionally involved.

When he takes on the job of hunting down Sam and Dean Winchester in order to bring them to justice, his rules start shifting. Threatened by supernatural forces as well as his attraction to Dean, Castiel soon has to decide what he’s willing to stand for…and what he’s willing to die for.

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ghosts that we knew | Rated: E | Word Count: 89,411 | COMPLETE

Dean can’t help it. Castiel’s laugh is infectious, washing over him and sweeping him up in its tide. His throat and stomach ache with the feel of it, unfamiliar muscles worked past their endurance. He hasn’t laughed like this in weeks, maybe years.

Cas doesn’t stop laughing, and Dean relishes it. It’s such a good sound, deep and throaty. It rumbles over him the same way that Baby’s engine purrs, to where he can almost feel it in his gut. Dean’s giddy, the kind of happy that hunters don’t get to feel, and if it weren’t for the ceiling, he thinks he might float away. Cas’ eyes crinkle when he laughs, and his smile goes wide and gummy. He’s so brilliant, so alive—

But you’re dead, Dean thinks helplessly. But you’re dead.

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Castiel Novak is one of the best hunters Dean Winchester has ever worked with. He's witty, whip-smart, and has enough knowledge about the supernatural to rival an encyclopedia. He's got humor dry enough to put the Sahara to shame and he's pretty easy on the eyes as well. All in all, he's the best partner Dean could have hoped for.

Too bad he's dead.

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the best of things | Rated: G | Word Count: 2,494 | COMPLETE

There’s something.

This is significant because, for as long as Castiel can remember, there’s been nothing. --- Castiel finds a way out of the Empty.

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freedom | Rated: G | Word Count: 4,804 | COMPLETE

Freedom.

Dean rolls the word around on the tip of his tongue and tastes how it feels. Freedom.

It’s a strange concept, especially since he always assumed that he was. Ever since Apocalypse Version 1.0 was averted, Michael and Lucifer locked in the cage, thanks very much, he’s always assumed that he was the one calling the shots. No matter how badly he fucked up (and he fucked up a lot), he could at least take comfort in the fact that those were his choices. No one’s hand up Dean Winchester’s ass, no siree.

And then Chuck came and ripped that certainty away from him in one quick motion and then...everything was suspect. Sam, Mom, Jack...Cas. Every word, every action, every emotion... He couldn’t trust anything, so he trusted nothing.

--- OR: Dean makes a choice.

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at the end of the world | Rated: G | Word Count: 4,631 | COMPLETE

Rebuilding Heaven is slow work, but time doesn’t really mean anything here. It’s delicate to rebuild the walls separating billions of souls so that nothing collapses. Castiel works alongside Jack, making suggestions as his mind trips along to potential problems.

Though it’s never said aloud, Castiel knows why Jack is working tirelessly. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the knowledge sits that Sam and Dean are going to die. One day, they will pass from the earth, and come to Heaven, and on that day, Castiel wants everything to be perfect for them. He wants to show them a true paradise, a place without walls or barriers, a place where emotion is genuine and not just a manufactured memory. Rebuilding Heaven is his last chore, the last of his penance to be performed.

--- OR: Team Free Will gets the soft epilogue which they deserve.

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let your heart be light | Rated: M | Word Count: 31,651 | WIP

It's Dean and Cas' first official Christmas together as a couple. What could possibly go wrong?

Just Cas' weird family, his own personal hang-ups about Christmas, Dean's persistent belief that the miracle of Christmas can heal all wounds, and meddling friends and family.

Have a Merry Christmas.

#dothwrites #long post #2020 masterlist #i did not realize how long this was #good lord me #i'm a long-winded little SOB

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crashdevlin · 4 years

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Intense

One Night at a Time Masterlist

Author’s Note: Part seven of One Night at a Time series.

Summary: Y/n is trying to move on after Dean gets sent to Purgatory. She's hunting nonstop to outrun the questions in her head...what does she do when Dean shows up after more than a year?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Benny x Reader (kinda)

Word count: 3575

Story Warnings: mentions of harm to reader, mentions of scars, poor self-esteem, angst, Dean being Dean (a bit of a jerk), 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, creampie

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I should have been there, closer, beside him when he stabbed Dick Roman and sent him back to Purgatory. I should have stopped Crowley from getting his hands on Kevin. I should have done something more than just stand there while everything fell apart.

And I tried, you know? I tried to find another way into Purgatory. I tried for months to get Dean back. But it was useless. I was useless. Useless to Dean and Kevin and Sam, but not useless on a hunt. I’ve always been at my best on a job.

So I go back to hunting. Vamps and ghosts and this shifter in Utah...a few demons here and there. I jump from job to job, catching a few that aren’t even monsters because as soon as I slow down, my brain goes to Dean. Missing him, yes. Missing him with everything in me, but also...he might have liked me, but...he never said he dreamed of me until after Castiel fixed my scars. He never got nervous about sleeping with me when I had the scars. He was a bit of an asshole to me, actually.

So I hunt. To avoid questions that plague me that don’t even matter anymore, I hunt.

I haven’t heard from Sam in over a year. He’s not on the radar. He’s not hunting. I guess that’s better, leaves more jobs for me.

I get wind of a vampire sighting in Clayton, Louisiana. No body drop, just someone saying they saw a fanger, but I check it out anyway. I have to do something to keep my mind busy.

I go the normal route, bars and nightclubs are generally the way you find a fang, but there’s not a lot in that area in Clayton. One bar full of blue collar boys and no nightclubs. Still no bodies. I head to a local park overlooking a lake and sit on a small wooden bench. There’s something interesting about cypress trees sticking out of the water, Spanish moss hanging from the branches. It’s not pretty, not in any conventional way, but it is at the same time.

“You not from aroun’ here, are you?” a man says, moving to sit next to me on the bench.

I turn to look at him. A blue-eyed man with a light beard and a hat. He’s not quite the swamp-dwelling men I found at the bar. “What makes you say that?”

“Just got a feelin’ about you. Says you’s a traveler. You got a nomad look,” he says, smiling brightly.

I smile and nod. “Yeah. You could say that. I’ve been pretty much everywhere.”

“I used to do a lotta sailin’, so I been around a few times. Sometimes, I think I can sense people with an envie to roam. Mus’ be what drew me ta you.” He smiles at me again and I chuckle.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fact that I was a weirdo staring at the water? Didn’t come over here to check me into a mental hospital or something?” I ask, smirking.

“Nah. Pretty lady with her head lost in the cypress? Nothin’ wrong wit’ dat.”

I feel my cheeks heat up and look away toward the trees again. “Thank you.”

“No problem, cher. I’m Benny.”

“Y/n,” I respond, offering my hand. He takes it and kisses the knuckles. His lips are a bit cold, but it’s pretty cool for August.

“Well, iss real nice meetin’ you, Y/n. You gonna be around town a few days?” he asks. Is he flirting with me?

“Maybe. The ‘envie to roam’ might kick up real soon.” Might not be anything here and I have to find a job soon. I have to find a distraction.

“Well, if you don’t roam before tonight, I could buy you a drink?”

I lick my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. What better way to look inconspicuous on a vamp hunt than to have drinks with a handsome man? “That’d be nice, Benny. I’ll meet you at the bar at 7?”

“I’d like that.”

He’d like that. Why would he? Why did he even want to talk to me?

I go anyway. He buys us beers. He's charming and funny, down to earth but not simple. I don't know if it's the quaint Louisiana backwoods of him or what, but he seems like a man out of time. Which should have been the first clue, but my Spidey-sense doesn't go off until he walks me to my car and leans in to kiss me.

It's nice and he's an amazing kisser, but the fact that he's kissing me?

My mind goes to Marco.

I whisper 'Cristo' when he pulls away, but he doesn't flinch, just looks at me a bit odd. "I didn't think I was that good a kisser you gotta call for the Lord, cher."

I nod and smile tightly. "Right. Uh...I had a nice night, Benny. You've got my number. Text me sometime," I ramble out a bit before I slide into my driver's seat and peel out of the parking lot. He must be the fang I'm looking for. Only explanation. It's the only reason he'd flirt with me, kiss me, why his lips were cold. Trying to get me alone so he can drink me or turn me.

I'll set a trap, get some dead man's blood, confirm what he is...Benny's big so maybe I should have some backup but at the end of the day, he's just one vamp and I've taken down bigger.

I'm trying to figure out a way to get some dead man's blood in this nowhere town when there's a knock on my motel door. I grab my gun and approach, looking through the peephole. I almost drop my gun.

Dean Winchester, or something that looks like him, is standing at my door.

“Open the door, Y/n!” It knows my name. “And put the piece away. You can test me as soon as you open up.”

It can’t be him. It can’t but...if anyone could claw his way back…

I open the door and stare blankly at him for a minute. “You...can’t...be.”

He smiles and steps inside. “You got some borax, holy water, silver knife?” I just stare for another few moments. “Okay, well, I got the knife,” he says, pulling out a knife I recognize and slicing it across his arm.

“How are you here?” I whisper.

“Long story,” he says, wrapping a handkerchief around his arm. “Borax?”

I swallow and rush to my duffel bag. After I splash him with cleaner and holy water, I hand him a towel. “It’s really you?”

“Yeah. It’s really me.” He sets the towel aside and licks his lips, grimacing at the taste of the borax. “I was sad when Sammy told me he hadn’t seen you all year.”

I shrug and look away. “I was keepin’ busy...he wasn’t.”

“How busy?” he asks.

“Busy enough.” Had a lot on my mind.

“Sam retired. You hear about that?”

“I assumed. He dropped off the face of the earth and left all the good cases for me.” I sit on the edge of the bed and look at my feet.

“He was in Texas.” He moves to stand over me, looking down. “You been hunting by yourself again?”

“Nothing new, Dean.” I shake my head. “The only time I wasn’t hunting solo was the few months I was with you and Sam. I’m good without backup.”

“But Sam shouldn’t have abandoned you to go play house with some chick in-”

“Does it really matter?” I look up and sigh. “He deserved a break.”

“No, he didn’t! I was in Purgatory and he just quit. At least you kept fighting.”

“I didn’t really have a choice.” I clear my throat and bite my bottom lip. "So you got out."

"Yep. I did."

"How'd you find me?" I ask.

"Friend found you for me...not that he was really looking." He clicks his tongue against his teeth and clears his throat. "So Sam and I just got done doin’ a wolf case in Michigan...got a few days probably...unless you got something-”

“I’m on a fang. If you wanted to-”

“How many victims?” he asks, a little too quickly.

“Well, none but someone I trust saw the thing. Just because they haven’t killed anyone yet doesn’t mean-”

“Y/n.” He grabs my chin and tilts my face up to look at him. He’s still so beautiful but there’s something primal in his eyes. “No body means no monster. You don’t need to be here.”

“I’m s-sure there’s a...there was this guy, B-Benny, he-”

“No, babe.”

“Guys don’t give me attention unless they have a motive, Dean.” I pull away from him and his eyes narrow at me and a chill goes down my spine. Not a good one, though. I’m fucking scared...of Dean. That primal look in his eyes is terrifying and I’ve faced down a lot scarier shit than him.

“Motive? What’s that supposed to-” His jaw ticks as he steps close and crowds me a bit. “You’re back on your bullshit about people not liking you, aren’t you?”

“I don’t get attention, Dean. Benny is just Marco part two.”

“Marco was sent after you, Y/n. Benny just found you.”

“Or I found him! Maybe he’s the one I was here looking for and-”

Dean reaches out and grabs my hair, making me gasp. “Benny is not your concern. No one’s died. You’re after nothing,” he practically growls at me.

“Okay!” I squeak and it’s pathetic...but he’s scaring the fuck outta me. What the hell? What happened to him while he was gone? “There’s nothing here.”

He lets go of my hair and sighs. “Why don’t you pack up and we’ll go meet up with Sam?”

“Dean...I don’t-”

“Y/n.” There’s a warning in his tone and I look away from him.

“Fine. Can we stay here tonight? I’m kinda exhausted.” I don’t wanna go anywhere with him acting like this. Maybe he’ll be less scary in the morning. Unlikely.

He sighs again, obviously annoyed with me, but he nods and pulls his jacket off. He tosses it at the chair in the corner and flops down onto the bed, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call Sam. Let him know.”

I nod and move to the other side of the bed, lying down and turning onto my side away from him.

All the questions I was running from, working to hide from, they all come flooding back as Dean settles into the bed with me. The questions bring friends. Why is he here? Why would he come here? Who found me for him? Why did he want me found? And why’s he being an asshole again?

Not just an asshole, but a scary asshole. And I don’t think I want to hunt with him like this. I’m uncomfortable. I’m anxious. I’m confused. I’m...sneaking out of bed while he sleeps and getting out of Louisiana. I’ll call Sam when I get some miles between me and Dean. I just can’t do this right now.

I know he hates it when I leave without saying ‘goodbye’ so I leave a note.

Then I leave. I make it to a convenience store in Meridian, Mississippi before I have to stop. I get bad mileage in this old car. I set the pump and head inside, grabbing a case of beer and a hand basket full of snacks. I drop them in the backseat and go around to the restrooms, hoping for something clean-ish. I push open the door, but I haven’t stepped into the room when a hand covers my mouth and I get forced into the room.

“Don’t fuckin’ scream.” It’s Dean. Fuck. At least the bathroom’s clean, I’m not grossed out when he presses me into the wall with his body. “The fuck do you think you’re doin’?”

He pulls his hand away from my mouth and I take a deep breath. “You’re scaring me, Dean,” I whisper.

“Oh, I’m scaring you?” he snaps, grabbing my shoulder and twisting me around to face him. His eyes are wild and full of rage. “You know I hate it when you disappear on me. You didn’t even stick around an hour before you left this time! Ya know, you’re always worried about how people don’t like you, but you’re the one that’s not givin’ anyone a chance to get close.”

“Dean, you’re being a dick. Why would I stick around when you’re scaring me?” My voice is squeaky, my body almost shaking. I can face monsters any day of the week, but I’m shaking over this man.

His face softens, his eyes losing a bit of their edge, and I think he’s gonna step back from me for a moment, but he doesn’t. He steps closer, leans his head down, hovers his lips over mine. Suddenly, I’m feeling a tingling lust between my thighs on top of the fearful shaking in my limbs. “Wasn’t tryin’ to be a dick, baby,” he whispers, his breath warming my lips. “Just spent a year in Purgatory. Came back a little...intense.”

“That’s an understatement.” My head’s getting a little dizzy as my heart thuds in my chest.

“Spent all that time missin’ you, wanting you, dreaming of burying my cock in your tight little cunt.” I gasp as he grabs my waist with one hand and braces himself against the wall next to my head with the other. “Intense isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Y/n.”

"Dean," I whimper. I want him. I always want him, but hearing those words...that he was thinking of me… "Why would you miss me?"

He rolls his eyes, and it's this aggressive thing that chills me. "You gotta stop this shit. I spent all those months buildin' you up, showin' you how much I appreciate you and all that work I put in...it's just gone?"

"Why?" I whisper before I can stop myself. His eyebrows come together and I close my eyes. "I'm not...worth...any-"

'Shut it!" he growls and I jolt against him, eyes opening and finding his. "You are worth everything I could ever fuckin' give you. I put the effort in because you deserve it, because I need you, Y/n. The last year of my life has been death and destruction, and fear and adrenaline, and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of makin' it back here to you and my brother. You're like family.”

‘Family’. I’m like...needs me? He-

I lean forward and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close. My brain’s not working right, I’m overwhelmed and confused, but my body knows what I want. He groans and presses me harder into the wall, pushing my shirt up and grabbing my breasts over the bra. He drops his hands to the front of my jeans, popping open the button and sliding his hand into my underwear to cup my mound.

I suck his tongue into my mouth as he starts fingering me. He’s going a little rougher than he used to. That scary primal energy is translating into something...so sexy. “Oh, god,” I whisper as he works two fingers against my inner walls. “Shit! Dean, fuck!”

“You make the prettiest fuckin’ noises.” His voice rumbles in my ear, makes me clench around his fingers. “You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?”

I whine and grind against his fingers. I’m so close. God, he’s so good at making me feel good. “I’m gonna--Dean, I’m gonna--Don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna make you cum ‘til you can’t fuckin’ stand it, Y/n,” he promises, pressing the heel of his palm into my clit. I squeal as my toes curl in my shoes and my orgasm crashes over me. I don’t even have a chance to get my wits about me before he’s spun me around and pushed me over the sink. He yanks my pants down to my boots, but he tears my panties off. I hold back the shriek that wants to bubble up as the cotton rips at the sides. He starts sucking at the skin of my neck, digging his teeth into my shoulder as he fumbles with his belt and jeans. He knocks my knees apart and leans over me, sliding his cock along my slit a few times before he slides in all at once.

“Dean!”

He’s rough, fucks me hard, digs his fingertips into my waist, my boobs, my thighs. He bites into my shoulder through my shirt, punches air out of my lungs with each thrust. He moves a hand between my thighs to pluck at my clit and I scream as I cum again, but he’s not done. He’s making good on his promise to make me cum ‘til I can’t stand it, definitely ‘til I can’t stand, because my legs are shaking and weak, the sink is the only thing holding me up as he keeps going. How is he still going?

“Dean, please! I need--I need you--”

“What’d’you need?”

“Need to feel you fill me up,” I whimper. Oh, that’s stupid. I’m not on the pill. But why is it so hot?

He hisses and kisses my jaw and pinches my clit. “One more, Y/n. Gimme one more.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he demands. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles on it, rolls my clit between his thumb and first finger. “Cum for me, one more time, cowgirl.” He moves faster, fucks me hard and plays with my clit more and I cum screaming into the mirror over the sink. “Good girl.” He moves his hand away from my clit and braces it against our reflection. He hammers into me, lasts another few thrusts before his breath catches as he cums, his cock twitching as he gasps in pulls of air. “Fuck. That was...so worth it.”

I don’t disagree. Fuck.

He pulls out, holds me up as he fixes his clothes, then moves to fix mine. He caresses my cheek and leans in to kiss me passionately. I’m a bit breathless when he pulls away. Intense. He’s definitely...intense.

“You changed,” I whisper. “Purgatory changed you.”

“Of course it did,” he responds, licking his lips. “But what are you, specifically, referring to?”

I look away. His eyes are too green, too hypnotic. “You were gentle before you left...almost awkward with me after Castiel made me kinda...pretty again?” I don’t know why that turned into a question.

“You were always pretty.” He bites his bottom lip and sighs. “Last time we were here, when you gave me your motel key...I was gentle then too, right? And that was way before Cas healed you. You’re right that I wasn’t awkward then, but I wasn’t tryin’ to build a relationship back then.”

My eyes go wide. “Relationship?” I squeak.

“Well, duh.” He seems amused by my shock. “What’d you think this was, Y/n? An extended one night stand?”

I shake my head. “I...I, um...relationship? What kind of-”

He shrugs and leans against the wall he originally pushed me into. “Why we gotta label it? It’s...I mean, I like you. You like me. We like bein’ around each other. We like fuckin’ each other.”

“Oh, for a second I thought you might be saying something real,” I snap. Thought he might want something like he had with...never mind. “You’re right. Why label what I mean to you?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “You comin’ with me or not?” he asks.

I swallow and bite the edge of my tongue. “Yeah. I guess. Since you chased me off from Clayton.”

He licks his lips. “Full disclosure, babe...there was a vamp in Clayton. Benny. Benny was a vamp, but he really approached you just because he thought you were hot and he’s not bad. Dude’s practically vegan.”

My eyes go wide. “I was right? And you know him?”

“It’s a long story,” he says again. “I met him in Purgatory. He helped me stay alive, helped me get free. Like I said, he’s a good guy and he hasn’t been a danger since before he got sent to Purgatory, okay?”

I blink at him a few times. “You…”

“Look, he’s the whole reason I knew where to find you, so you should be thankin’ him for callin’ me.”

“Wh--how’d he even know who I was?” I ask.

“Recognized you from my description.”

“You talked about me? To a...some fang?”

He steps close to me again. “I missed you. So I talked about you. So he recognized you and he called me.” He bites his bottom lip and reaches out to touch my cheek again. “Label or not...you’re important to me. Benny knows that.”

I lick my lips. “Okay...I guess?”

“I’ll tell Sam we’re comin’.” He starts to walk away but he stops at the bathroom door. “Don’t tell Sam about Benny. Please. Not yet. He’s not...we’re still gettin’ our footing. Please.”

I nod and push off from the sink. “Guess he doesn’t need to know yet.”

“Awesome. Let’s get out of here.” He reaches out and I take his hand and he pulls me out of the bathroom.

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sophielovesbarnes · 4 years

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All or nothing, chapter three.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Winchester!reader

Warnings: Mention of death, fluff, drinking.

Author note: Took me a while to write this one, I had a horrible writer’s block, and yesterday I managed to break it.

I hope you enjoy the chapter, let me know if you want to be tagged.

Requests are open.

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Chapter two

Chapter three.

Why the hell did you have to wait until the last minute to start cleaning? You mentally slap yourself and sigh before getting back to scrub the floor; you wanted to give Spencer a good image and for what you have learned so far, he is a neat person and likes very clean spaces, which is why you were in the middle of an intensive cleaning session.

You aren’t much of a messy person, but you are also in college, so there is unfolded laundry on the couch, empty food containers on the kitchen, dirty dishes in the sink, and shoes on the floor, and you have had a hell of a week, after meeting Spencer on Tuesday, you spent all night on the moon, then on Wednesday you had to spend all the afternoon doing homework, so now you had a lot of work to do, including packing to go back home after school on Friday.

“Come one Y/N, stop procrastinating and get to it.”

Three hours later the kitchen and the living room are spotless, your laundry is folded and stacked on your closet, there is nothing on the floor, your suitcases are ready and the lasagna is in the oven, and there is freshly baked garlic bread on the table.

You admire your work as you rub your wet hair with a towel, trying to absorb as much water possible so you can blow dry it, then you go back to your room so you can find something decent to wear in your closet, you end up choosing the blue summer dress Sam gave you for your birthday last year, you had been saving it for a special occasion and this was definitely one.

When you are ready you finish setting the table and at 6 o’clock on the dot your doorbell rings.

***

Spencer has changed a total of seven times in a lapse of fifteen minutes, he can’t remember the last time he felt this nervous.

He likes you, he really does, and it shouldn’t be possible to like someone this much in such a short span of time, but you are the most gorgeous girl he has ever been with, and you are also funny, and kind, and smart, and as hard as it seems you both share so many interests in common.

But at the same time you are like him you are also quite the opposite, you take him out and far away from his comfort zone, and it is both exciting and terrifying, but it makes his mind wander and worry, will he be enough for you? And if he is, if you manage to get into a relationship, how will you make it work? With him living 576 miles away from you, and you both having such different lifestyles.

He also has Maeve on mind, he couldn’t keep her safe, and he has seen the families and loved ones of his time getting in the crossfire, he saw it with Hotch, when Hayley got killed by Foyet, and he is terrified by the idea of something happening to you because of him.

He stops himself and tries to shake the shiver from his spine, he shouldn’t be worrying so much at this point, he brings himself back to the hotel room and stares at the mirror and finally decides what to wear, the blue sweater with the matching tie will do, he tries to tame his hair with his fingers and then he leaves his hotel room, he is lucky enough to have both Morgan and Rossi out so he won’t be asked to explain something he hasn’t finished understanding.

The address you gave him is quite close to the hotel he is staying in so he decides to walk, the city is nice and he can see why do you like it so much, sooner than he expected it he finds himself in front of the apartment complex that you indicated, he builds himself with courage and he rings the bell, the gate opens and he enters and calls the elevator on the fourth floor he gets down and knocks on your door.

When you open he is astonished, you look incredibly beautiful, you are wearing your hair down and curled, and the blue dress you are wearing hugs your body perfectly, and just like that he confirms one more time how much he likes you.

“Spencer! Hi, come on in.” He enters, closing the door behind him and you give him a smile.

“I-I got you these.” He gives you the bouquet of gerberas he bought in the way and he sees your eyes sparkle as you receive them.

“They are so pretty! Thank you.” You head to the sink, fill a vase with water and then you place the flowers on the kitchen bar. “Please take a seat, can I get you anything to drink?”

“Water is fine.” He answers admiring your house, it’s small and cozy and all the pictures on the walls make it feel like a home. “It’s a nice place.”

“Thank you, I owe it to Dean, like pretty much everything in my life.” The timer rings, giving you the cue to turn off the oven and take out the lasagna, you put on your gloves and take it, and then put it on the heat proof mat you had placed on the table. “I hope you are hungry.”

“Starving.” He replies with a soft smile.

You cut the lasagna and serve it on both of your plates, Spencer gives you a soft smile thanking you, you sit in front of him and raise your glass.

“To us.” He imitates your action and clinks his wine glass with yours. “Cheers.”

“Did you know that “Cheers” originated from the old French word chiere which meant “face” or “head.” By the 18th century, it meant “gladness,” and was used as a way of expressing encouragement.” He rambles. “And toasting is thought to come from sacrificial libations in which a sacred liquid was offered to the gods in exchange for a wish, or a prayer for health. It was Greek and Roman tradition to leave an offering to the gods, including alcoholic beverages, during celebrations and commonly after a death. In Greek mythology, the god of wine, Bacchus, was often toasted.”

“I did, and did you know that in Medieval times, glasses were clinked and people cheered loudly to ward off any demons or evil spirits? And that there are theories that say that it was done to avoid poisoning?” You reply, and he is fascinated to be able to talk with someone that is actually interested on this kind of facts and willing to talk about them with him.

You take a sip of your wine and smile at him, and he could swear his heart jumps every time you do it.

“Bon appetit.”

He takes the first bite and then looks at you with his eyes wide open.

“This is really good.”

“Thanks, it’s my mom’s recipe. She used to have a restaurant and people would make lines to try her food.”

“Are those your parents?” He asks pointing to the picture of your parent’s wedding, it was your favorite photograph of them, your mom looks beautiful in her white dress and she seems so happy and your dad is looking at her, and you can see the love in their eyes.

“Yeah.” You reply, nostalgia running through your veins.

“It’s a nice picture, do they live in Kansas as well?”

“No.” You take a deep breath and then continue. “They are gone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it has been a long time.” You sigh and try to keep your emotions on the line. “They died in a car crash when I was eleven.”

“That’s why I owe Dean so much, when the accident happened Adam was already in college, but I was still little, and my aunt Sabine tried to take me back to Minnesota, but Dean wouldn’t have it, he filled to be my legal guardian and he went to trial against my aunt and he won, then he sold his bachelor’s apartment and bought a house for the both of us and he became both my mom and my dad.”

“He sounds like a great brother.”

“He is, I’m lucky to have him, and Sam and Adam, they are quite amazing.” You take the picture from your first competition and show it to him. “These are my brothers, Dean is carrying me, Sam is on the left and Adam is on the right.”

“You look really happy.” He comments.

“Yeah, I was, it was probably one of the best days of my life.” You reply, filled with joy of reliving the memory, the moment when your team was announced champion, the proud looks on your brothers’ eyes, the screams of excitement coming from your teammates, and the intense feeling of joy running through your veins. “It was my first all star competition, man, you should've seen Dean, he bragged about it for months.”

“For how long have you been a cheerleader?”

“I started with ballet and gymnastics when I was 3 and I joined the squad at my elementary school as soon as I got in.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Well, I love dancing and I love sharing joy, cheerleading lets me do both.”

“Are you planning to do it professionally?” He asks.

“I don’t think so, to be honest I think I would rather develop my career as a psychologist, I would also like to have a dance academy, but I think that would be an extra.” You take a small pause to admire the soft color of his eyes and then ask. “What about you? Did you always know that you wanted to be an FBI agent?”

“Not really, I knew that I wanted to help people but I wasn’t sure how, then when I was 22 I decided to join the FBI.”

“Have you ever considered doing anything else?”

“A part of me would like to teach, but I don’t think I do good in front of many people.”

“Well being honest, I loved hearing you.” You see his cheeks blush and he looks away for a moment.

“Thank you.”

You finish eating while doing small talk, you ask him about his career, his team, you see how enthusiastic he gets when he talks about them, when he tells you how they became his family.

He also tells you about his mom, about how she slowly deteriorated and how much it scares him to get sick like her. When he is speaking you place your hand on top of his, he gives you a small smile and then changes the subject.

“Tell me about your brothers.”

“Well, Dean’s the oldest, and he has always taken care of all of us, he is the most loving person I know. He taught me how to ride a bike and helped me to do my homework every day until highschool.

He is a mechanic, he has his own workshop where he does restorations on vintage cars, he was also a soldier, he enlisted after 9/11, that’s where he met Castiel, he was an army doctor, he crushed on him but he was already married to Lisa, and she was expecting Ben, my nephew, then he came back home but he and Lisa didn’t work together as a couple anymore, they tried to stay together for Ben, but they weren’t happy, so they got divorced and stayed as friends, then like fifteen years later Dean got in a small car accident and the doctor that got his case was Castiel, they started dating very little after that, and they got married three years ago, this year they adopted a little boy, Leo, he is the love of their lives.”

While you are talking Spencer looks at you with attention, and your hand never leaves his.

“Sam’s the smart one, he studied law at Stanford and he is now a junior partner on one of the biggest firms on Kansas, he is married with Jess, they have two daughters, Marie and Elizabeth, and Adam studied Mechanical Engineering at KU, he works on the workshop with Dean, and he is expecting a baby with Jo, who is basically my sister, they used to hate each other they were always jumping at the other’s neck, so it was definitely a surprise.”

“Do you miss living in Kansas?”

“Yeah, I do, sometimes I get very lonely here, I have friends and all but, it’s not the same as having my family here, that’s why I love vacations so much, because I can go back home and see them.”

“Yeah, I get the feeling.”

Talking to him is easy, when you are with him you don’t feel the need to keep your guard up, you feel like you can trust him with anything, when you talk he listens with attention, he actually listens, not like other boys you have met, that only wait for you to stop talking so they can focus the conversation on them, and when he talks you are fascinated, he is insanely smart and well educated, you have the most interesting conversation you have had in your entire life , and time seems to fade away, when you notice it, it’s already past midnight.

He helps you to clean, after you finish you walk him to the door, you are standing under the threshold when you both start to speak at the same time, you chuckle softly and then let him start.

“Thank you for having me.”

“It was my pleasure.”

Then you stay in silence, and you allow yourself to get lost in his eyes, slowly you get closer to him, so close you can feel his soft breath over your mouth, he hesitates for a minute but then he places his hand on your waist and then you close the distance between your lips and his.

Kissing you has to be the most exhilarating feeling he has ever had, it is like his lips were meant to be in yours, you run your fingers through his hair and then he pulls you closer to him, making your chest rest on his, your lips move softly and in synchrony his his.

He wonders if you can feel his heart beating, because it seems like it may abandon his chest at any moment.

Every shadow of doubt fades away, at that very moment he makes the decision that he is not willing to let you slip away from him, he will fight to keep you next to him, he will do whatever it takes.

“Good night Doctor Reid.”

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george-mackay-macfine · 4 years

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Yes, Professor.

Requested

Synopsis: Y/N gets a new Professor, and she really wants to fuck him.

Word Count: 3, 043

“Have you seen the new English Professor?” I looked up from my course book as Julian my best friend flounced up to my desk in the library. “I just saw him getting a tour of the school from the Dean, and boy,” He fanned his hand against his face dramatically. “The man could bend me over a table any day,”

“Julian,” I gawked, “You can’t just say things like that, he’s a Professor, and last time I checked, sleeping with your Professor was still frowned upon,”

“You didn’t see this man, Y/N.” He waved his hands about dramatically. “I would give up my degree and still pay the student loans for the chance to see that man naked, even once.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” I scoffed, “He can’t be that hot,”

“You know how all the Romans of old had the hots for the chick who came out of the clamshell? Ya know, the one with the long hair?”

“Yes, Julian,”

“He’s the male version of her,” I began to collect my things, as he continued to ramble. “He looked too good to be straight, but then again a lot of straight men these days have begun to dress better…”

“I’m going to go to class now… enjoy your fantasies.”

“I’ll come,”

“You don’t even take the class,”

“No better time to learn about English and books.”

“We’re studying Shakespeare, reading texts, today’s Romeo and Juliet.”

“Oh fuck me,” Julian bit his bottom lip, following me away from the table and towards the door. “Do you think he’ll be reading Romeo because, I swear to everything in Heaven, I swear on my mothers grave -.”

“Your mother isn’t dead,”

“I would die to hear that man utter sweet, sweet poetic moronic dribbling into my ears as he pounds into me,”

“You really have an issue, have you considered you know going on a date, maybe seeing if there’s someone out there who can cure the issues?”

“They’re not issues,”

“No? Wanting your professor to lay you over his desk, pound into you while muttering Shakespeare into your ear isn’t an issue.” I chuckled as we reached the entrance to the lecture hall.

“Ahem,” Julian and I froze, turning slowly to face the source of the intrusion. “Quiet… bold imagery there.” The man in front of me would have only been thirty tops, his hair was a dark brown, and his eyes the brightest blue I’d ever seen. He was dressed smartly, but not like the stuffy old Professors we were used too, he wore a white button-down, probably leaving one too many buttons undone to be deemed as more professional than a casual dress. He extended his hand towards me, “I’m Professor MacKay,”

“I’m so sorry,” I began to mutter shuffling items to shake his hand, “That conversation, what you heard it was out of context, and I can promise you that you will never hear anything of the sort slip from my mouth again,”

“Shame,” He muttered dropping his hand to his side, “I quite liked the bold imagery.” He looked down to his wristwatch, flashing Julian and I a toothy grin. “Best hurry, class starts in a minute,” Julian and I watched in two different emotions as Professor MacKay waltzed into the lecture hall. Julian was in a state of awe, his mind probably running over all the ways he could have Professor MacKay in his dirties dreams, whereas I was in a state of utter humiliation. Professor MacKay looked over at us once more sending me another smile as he dropped his satchel on the desk.

“You heard the man,” Julian pushed in front of me, “Best get a seat before they fill up.” I followed Julian into the lecture hall, my hair hanging in front of my eyes as I felt those of my new Professor on my body, wishing death upon Julian when he picked the seat right in front of Professor MacKay’s desk.

“Really this one?” I hissed sliding in beside him, careful to keep my voice low in case a prying Professor was listening.

“Wanted to be close to the front,” Julian’s eyes dragged over Professor MacKay’s frame, “Didn’t want to miss any learning,”

“Oh, Fuck me,” I groaned head dropping back.

“Really miss…” My head snapped up, eyes popping open as Professor MacKay knelt before me, his hands clasped together, a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Her name is Y/F/N Y/L/N,” Julian pounced, “And I’m Julian,” He smirked lips pursing at the end.

“Nice to meet you both,” He turned back to me, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you seem to be having an issue with your filthy language today,”

“I promise, I'm not always like this…” I sat up straighter, “Normally I don’t even cuss, let alone speak how I did earlier,”

“Relax, I’m teasing.” He stood up stopping when he was in front of my eyes, “But I want you to be careful, someone might take you up on the offer,” He bit his lip as he looked over me before walking back to his desk,

“Oh he wants the pussy,” Julian whispered in my ear, “Really bad,”

“Shut up Julian,” I hissed, cheeks on fire.

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?” Professor MacKay burst out, “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.” He picked up a book sitting on the desk, “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief,” I watched as he immersed himself in the poetry of the scene, “That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green,” He looked at me as he continued, his eyes never straying from mine. “And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.”

“Fuck yes,” Julian cried beginning to lead the class into loud applause for the new Professor, who had so quickly won over his audiences.

“Thank you,” Professor MacKay raised his hand to hush the crowd, “My name is George MacKay, but the board doesn't take lightly to students calling their Professors by their ‘human’ names, so let’s stick with Professor,” He shuffled himself on the desk, “Now, who can tell me what Shakespeare meant when he wrote that passage?”

“He wanted Romeo to fuck Juliet,” Someone called from the back of the room which caused half the rooms occupants, including George, Professor MacKay to snort out a couple seconds of laughter.

“You’re not wrong,” George Professor MacKay confessed. “In this passage, Romeo uses an intricate conceit to express a simple desire, does anyone know what that desire is?”

“To take Juliet’s virginity,” I voiced,

“And how do you conclude that?”

“Romeo begins by saying that the envious moon, Diana the Goddess of the moon, and patron of virgins, is jealous of her servant, Juliet’s radiance. He then goes on to beg Juliet to be Diana’s maid no longer, for the virginal uniform, vestal livery, she wears as a follower of Diana is sickly green in colour, and not to remove it.”

“In lamens terms,” Julian questioned.

“Romeo basically says to Juliet it would be foolish to remain a virgin,” I huffed, “Romeo, the frat boy of ye olden times,” I muttered much to the amusement of my Professor.

“Correct, everything Ms Y/L/N said, was correct,” George. Professor MacKay clapped his hands together standing from the desk he began to bounce on his heels. “The phrase sick and green was hotly debated among early scholars, because of a discrepancy among the printed versions of the play.” He paused, “Can anyone tell me why?” He looked around the class, waiting for someone when no one answered he begun again. “In the first quarto of Romeo and Juliet in 1597, the line reads pale and green, which invites a new explanation of the lines,” He cleared his throat, “Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it.” He picked up two of his books holding one in the air. “Some editors charge the compositors of the subsequent quartos and the First Folio where it appears as sick and green with carelessness, convinced that Shakespeare intended pale and green not to mean the green sickness of anaemia as is described three lines above, but to mean the colours of the uniform worn by Henry VIII's court jester – white and green. Thus, her vestal livery is the garb of a fool.” He held the second book up. “Others, not so much,”

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“I might need to consider taking this class,” Julian smirked as he waited for me to pack up my books. “Professor MacKay is not only delicious to look at, but he’s also extremely entertaining to watch,”

“Julian,” I groaned, but I couldn’t deny it, George MacKay was delicious to look at, and I enjoyed the way his eyes looked at me, my face, body, lingering on my chest through the lecture.

“I think you should try and seduce him,”

“Julian…”

“I dare you,”

Those three little words were how it started, a game between Professor MacKay and I, except I, couldn’t be sure he knew he was participating.

As the ‘game’ continued I upped the ante each lecture, it started off easy, low cut shirts, with lacy bra’s sticking out.

Then it became low cut shirts with no bra, and with the lecture hall always being cold enough to harden my nipples I was sure Professor MacKay had gotten a good look at the pierced flesh,

My next step was dressed, short ones that really shouldn’t be worn on campus, but I had a dare to win.

I next resorted to wearing short skirts, tartan preferably but really anything that would allow me to teasingly spread my legs and give George a glimpse at my barley there underwear before I crossed my legs back over each other, pretending to be none the wiser to my Professor catching a glimpse of my hairless pussy,

“Ms Y/L/N, can you stay a moment,” George called as the class began to pack up, it was Friday afternoon, and I was horny a week of teasing and I was in need of a good come down.

“Can I help you, sir?” I asked once the last of my classmates had left the hall crossing my legs once again. George sat back on his desk, not even trying to hide that he was eyeing up my bare legs,

“I thought you weren’t a fan of brave imagery,” A smirk came to my lips, I couldn’t help it. “You think it’s funny?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,”

“Fucking christ,” He groaned. “Sounds like Heaven when you say that,” I uncrossed my legs slowly, spreading them as I leant forward against the small wooden desk, breasts nearly spilling out of my shirt.

“Sir?”

“You’re enjoying the game aren’t you?” George pushed away from his desk, striding over to me, he lent down so he was looking in my eyes. “Teasing me,” His squatted down, his hand starting at my ankle, running up my leg, unconsciously they opened wider, welcoming his hand against me. “Cunt’s dripping isn’t it?” I nodded, tongue dipping out to wet my lips. George’s hand hit home, his thumb against my clit teasing it.

“F-F-fuck, George,”

“Ah, ah…” He chided his finger leaving my clit, playing with the string of my underwear, “That’s not my name, is it?”

“What do you want me to call you?” I whispered leaning forward, “Are you more of a sir, or should I call you Daddy?”

“Fuck, you are a dirty girl,” George groaned, his hand leaving my clit, pushing my skirt up as he ran it up my body to my neck, “Call me sir,” He gave my neck a light squeeze, “You can call me Daddy next time,”

“Yes, sir,”

“Stand up,” He demanded standing himself upright, “You’ve been a brat lately haven’t you?” I nodded my head, standing upright myself, “And good girls are the ones who get fucked, what do the brats get?”

“Punished,”

“Punished, what?”

“Sir,” I corrected, feeling a pool of wetness drip down my legs, “Sorry, sir.”

“Good girl, now we’re learning.” He moved back to his desk, “Lose the shirt, and your skirt,” I quickly pulled the shirt over my head, throwing it to the ground. I took a little more time with the skirt twisting and twirling my hips as it dropped to the ground. “Turn around, over your desk,” I turned, bending over the desk I’d spent so much time teasing George from. “Going to take you here, so every time you have to sit here, you remember,” His hand came down on my ass, “How I spanked you,” Another “And how I fucked you,” Another spank “Okay,”

“Yes sir,” His hand went from my ass to my slit, fingers pushing inside of me, pumping once, twice, a third time before he withdrew them.

“How does my little girl taste?” He pushed the fingers into my mouth, grabbing my hair with his free hand. Desperate to impress him I deep-throated them, imagining they were his cock, George pulled his hand out, pulling me to a stand, spinning me so my sensitive ass sat on the desk, He leaned down his lips meeting mine in a filthy kiss, his tongue shoving it’s way into my mouth, meeting mine dancing and twirling against one and other. He pulled away teeth gripping my bottom lip dragging it out before letting it go. “Taste good, Angel.” He kissed me again. “I could eat that little cunt out all day until your cried and begged me to stop…” I nodded, ready to beg him to. “But, you’re still in trouble for all your teasing, and I’m not sure if trouble makers deserve to have their cunts eaten out…” He pursed his lips “What do you think?”

“No, sir.”

“See, you can be a good girl.” His fingers went back to my pussy pushing inside, my back arched towards him, his lips latching onto my nipples.

“Fuck,” I moaned as he bit down, teeth teasing the bar pushed through the flesh. “I can be good,” I whined needing more of him. “Promise, I can be good.” His fingers continued to move inside me, unwavering.

“Minute I saw those tits through your shirt, I knew I wanted to suck on them.” My thighs began to tremble from the pleasure he was giving me, “I’m going to fuck you, until you cry,” He murmured looking down at me with devilish eyes, “Maybe once you cry I’ll think about stopping.” His free hand went between us undoing his belt and zip before pulling my legs to his hips. “Keep them here,”

“Yes sir,” I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding tightly as he reached between us again, grabbing at his cock. I felt it against me as he withdrew his fingers, pushing inside of me. He pressed in slowly at first, then all at once. I gasped out in shock, clenching down around him like a vice, fuck he was big. He looked down, at where he spread me open, tutting.

“You haven’t even taken me in all the way, love.”

“Big, sir.”

“Too big?” I shook my head,

“No sir,” His hips pulled back and snapped forward, burying his length inside of me completely.

He was huge, wait until I told Julian about this, how good our Professor can fuck.

“No one will hear you,” George growled into my ear as I let out a soft moan, “Louder,”

“Fuck, Sir,” I groaned as he thrust harder. “You want everyone to find our your currently bottomed out in your student?” My question was accompanied by a moan.

“Like I give a fuck,” He said lowly before he slowly pushed himself in, making me grip his shoulders tightly. He watched me through half-lidded eyes as I bit my lip, heavy breathing until he was fully settled deep inside of me once more. “And you're not just my student,” He groaned as I opened my eyes to look at him.

“No?” I asked sighing as he slowly began to move faster again.

“No.” He groaned, “You’re my little whore,”

“Charming,”

“I try,” He groaned picking me up off the table, he laid me on the cold tile floor, his body quickly coming down onto of me. He took both of my arms and pinned them above me with his one hand.

“Fuck…” I moaned as I felt him fucking into me harder, chest to chest, his chest hair brushing over my hardened nipples. George let go of my wrists instead grabbing onto thighs sitting back on his as he thrust even deeper.

“This is what you wanted all along wasn’t it?” He growled, his hand leaving my thigh coming down to circle on my clit.

“Yes... Just like that...” I moaned, eyes rolling back as his fingers rubbed constantly over my clit. I could already feel the familiar warmth in my belly spreading. “You going to cum sir?”

“Waiting for you...” He smirked. He pushed harder, making me cry out as my orgasm washed over my body, sending tingles throughout. “Come again,” George groaned his grip lighting on my thigh, fingers continuing to work my clit, as he kept fucking me through my first orgasm straight into my second. My body exploded in pleasure as I felt George still deep inside of me, the warmth of his own orgasm making mine even more epic.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned as George collapsed on top of me. I ran my hand through the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

“You know how you’ll remember me spanking you on your desk?” I groaned in response, too fucked out to make any other words. “Well, I’m going to look at this spot and get hard every time because this is the place I made you squirt.”

“Maybe next time I can do it on your face,”

“How does later tonight sound?”

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javocjovian · 4 years

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When You Awake - PB Gift Exchange

Happy Exchange, @deepeststarfishsong !!! I wrote this for the Profound Bond Gift Exchange! The theme was Quarantine & Chill. I hope you like it!!!

Title: When You Awake Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24744199 Ship: Destiel Rating: E Word Count: 3161 Tags: canon compliant, crazy!Cas, bedsharing, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort/fluff, happy ending, first kiss Summary: Set before the finale of season 7, Dean suspects Castiel isn’t as crazy as he seems, but he finds it hard to hold a grudge when he sees Castiel suffering in his sleep.

Beta-ed by saltyravenclaw

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When You Awake

It’s been a week since Sam and Dean narrowly escaped Dick Roman Industries with their lives and a stolen block of clay in a briefcase. It had been days since the demon tablet was recovered and Castiel woke from his penitent slumber. And still, Dean couldn’t accept the fact that Castiel might never truly be himself again.

His days were now full of games of ‘Sorry’, poorly braided sunflower crowns, and midnight calls about where to hide a dozen stolen monkeys. Everyone else had given Cas up as dysfunctional, unstable, and unable to account for himself, but not Dean. He still glared tight-lipped at Castiel as if he had just sank into the dark waters of Sioux Falls Lake. But it was also Dean who passed his hours by staying at Castiel’s side when they weren’t searching for ways to kill a Leviathan. It was Dean who stayed behind while Sam and Kevin tried to decipher the last few words of the tablet.

And it was Dean who watched over Castiel while he slept, because he just couldn’t accept that the fate he had given everything to help Sam avoid had been passed on to his best friend.

It was one of those nights when Castiel fell asleep unceremoniously on Dean’s bed that he had the sudden realization he’d never seen an angel sleep. Dean didn’t need to be a prophet to figure out why; Castiel was damaged. The tablet may have woken him, but staying awake was a feat too taxing for Castiel’s broken mind. So Castiel slept. Dean didn’t mind, actually. Hell, he enjoyed the silence for a change. In sleep Castiel looked like himself again, not the blank, delirious puppy he’d become, baffling them all with a thousand and one facts about mulch.

Dean had never seen an angel dream, either, yet he knew at once Castiel was. While blithely unaware in his waking life, it seemed that in sleep his mind was much less at ease. Castiel tossed and turned endlessly in his sleep, and Dean knew why he was doing that, too. He had those kinds of dreams before. Perhaps it was sympathy that made Dean put his guns aside and try to wake him. It didn’t work, but Castiel seemed to relax at Dean’s touch and he’d fall back into a deep sleep all the same.

It didn’t last, however. Castiel soon began to writhe again, and when Dean got tired of getting up every ten minutes he begrudgingly moved the covers aside and laid down beside Castiel. He stirred and mumbled something about bees, but Dean shushed him and he fell quiet again. The warmth of Dean’s side against Castiel’s back seemed to do the trick, and it wasn’t until a door slammed an hour later that Dean realized he, too, had fallen asleep, his head drooped on Castiel’s shoulder.

Sam was back with news of the ingredients. At last they could kill Dick Roman.

Days passed while they gathered the ingredients for the Bone of the Righteous Mortal, and Dean found himself spending nights sharing a bed with Castiel. He figured Castiel must have known he was doing it, but he never brought it up and Dean wasn’t complaining. It felt odd, being so angry at someone and yet so unable to listen to their whimpering pleas while they slept. As Dean lay there beside him night after night, his warm touch soothing Castiel as if it were angel grace, Dean had never felt so conflicted. All he knew was that the Castiel suffering in his sleep was the real Castiel, and Dean wouldn’t let him suffer alone.

Hours had passed since Castiel became one with the bees, and thirty minutes since Sam and Dean were given the last ingredient to kill Dick Roman: Crowley’s blood. Ironic that Castiel had been the first ingredient, and he would soon complete the ritual by identifying which of the Romans was the real Dick. That was the theory, anyway. Although no one expected Castiel to do it, not even Dean. It was only while Castiel was asleep that they were united. The Castiel who was awake and spoke of cosmedics testing and horse fertilizer wasn’t the real Castiel.

They had only a short time left together. Dean resented Castiel for wasting it with his avoidant ramblings, even though he knew Castiel could fix himself no easier than Dean could. They would set out in the morning to kill Dick; with or without him. Dean wasn’t sure which he wanted, which would soothe his fractured soul. Either way, he went to check on Castiel during the night like he always did.

Castiel was dreaming as usual, although tonight it sounded worse than ever. His breathing was uneven and his back was moving up and down roughly. Dean went to the side of the bed and touched Castiel’s shoulder, but this time Castiel didn’t relax. This time Castiel jumped and turned to look at him.

Despite the surprise of finding Castiel awake, Dean’s face fell to its usual stony expression. Castiel however was far from looking usual. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were tearstained and red. He looked so human in that moment. Dean felt his stomach drop.

Castiel laid back down, turning to face the wall and spoke as steadily as he could. “Dean, I have nothing more to say. I’m not going with you,” he stated calmly, as if they were discussing it over checkers.

Dean felt like he was suffering from whiplash. He removed his hand. “I know,” he croaked, his voice sounding rougher than usual. “I was just checking on you.”

Castiel went silent at this, except for the occasional, stifled sniff.

It took Dean several uncomfortably silent moments to realize what he’d walked on. Castiel, the broken angel, was crying in his bed, isolating himself from Sam and Dean. Dean’s inner turmoil became too great and his hard expression softened. Listening to Castiel suffering while awake was infinitely worse than listening to it while he slept. Dean heard another stifled intake of breath, and he felt his resolve finally crack in two like the demon tablet hitting the floor of the asylum.

Dean sighed heavily. He pulled the covers back, making Castiel glance over at him. He watched in bleary-eyed confusion as Dean laid down beside him and stared resolutely at the wall opposite the bed.

Castiel didn’t know how to respond. It seemed not even the new, flighty Castiel knew what to say. So Castiel merely rolled back over and let Dean lay next to him in silence. The warmth of Dean’s side against his back was comforting, and Castiel’s quiet, breathy sobs soon subsided.

“Dean…” he rasped.

Dean didn’t respond.

“I can’t… I can’t go with you,” he repeated.

“I’m not asking you to,” Dean grumbled. “Just get some sleep.”

Dean could tell by Castiel’s silence that he was even more confused, but for some reason Dean couldn’t speak. His throat felt constricted. Minutes passed before Castiel spoke again.

“Dean..”

Castiel’s voice sounded choked again, and Dean looked at him despite himself. He watched Castiel’s shoulder rise and fall as he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

Dean stared impassively at the back of Castiel’s rumpled white shirt. He knew he wasn’t talking about Dick Roman anymore. For a brief moment, Castiel’s sadness filled him with selfish relief. It was the first time Dean felt a flutter of hope that Castiel was back. He felt his anger and fear dissolve, but in their wake flooded in a tidal wave of guilt. Dean had done nothing but treat Castiel like crap since he woke up, when he knew perhaps more than anyone else that Castiel was still in there.

Dean tried to reply, but he couldn’t get the words out. So instead, he moved the covers aside and put his arm under Castiel. Castiel didn’t seem able to ask questions. He let Dean roll him over and pull him into an embrace.

“It’s okay,” Dean said gently.

A rush of relief weakened Castiel and he broke into renewed sobs. He lay there against Dean’s chest, letting his tears run dry while Dean shushed him gently.

When Castiel had calmed enough to speak, he couldn’t help but go on. “I was trying to save Heaven, to save you, I tried… so hard… but nothing I did…” he hiccuped, shoulders shuddering.

“Cas,” Dean looked at him seriously, and Castiel was relieved to see that he no longer looked impassive. His eyes gleamed like a deep forest in the dimly lit room. “I forgive you.”

It took a long time for those words to sink into Castiel’s conscience. They seemed to ease Dean’s pain as much as Castiel’s.

Several long minutes passed as they lay comforting each other in the dead of night, on the eve of what could be their final mission. Dean suddenly didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay in that bed with Castiel and never think of Leviathans or Dick again. He wanted to join Castiel in his isolation, quarantining himself from the world, or perhaps the world from himself. But he couldn’t. If there was anything in life that Dean was certain of, it was that he would never be able to stay behind, no matter who he had in bed with him.

Dean watched Castiel’s neck move as he breathed, his chest gently rising and falling beneath his shirt. He looked at Castiel’s hand resting in the folds of Dean’s shirt, and how their bodies leaned against each other where the blanket covered them. He could smell Castiel. He wondered why he never noticed what Castiel smelled like. It was such a human smell. Like sweat and earth, and something uniquely ‘Cas’.

Castiel’s eyes were closed. Dean wondered if he had fallen asleep. A recklessness came over him in the safety of the dark bedroom, a need to express himself, a need to tell Castiel everything before it was too late, so Dean tipped his head down and kissed Castiel’s forehead.

Castiel didn’t stir, but when Dean moved away Castiel looked up at him. Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked Castiel in the eyes. They were closer than they’d ever been, and Dean saw something all too familiar in their clear, blue depths: something vulnerable and human. Dean didn’t realize he was doing it until it was too late. Castiel watched him, unmoving, as Dean leaned in against him and kissed his lips.

For a moment they didn’t move, they just breathed against each other’s lips, and then Castiel’s eyes closed. He closed his lips over Dean’s, and Dean’s lips seemed to move of their own accord. He kissed Castiel slowly, gently, and he was surprised when he felt Castiel move his hand off of Dean’s chest and cradle Dean’s face. It was like Castiel couldn’t figure out if Dean was really there. Dean pulled Castiel closer under the covers and kissed him back into the pillows. When Castiel didn’t resist, but rather pulled Dean’s face closer, Dean opened the kiss and leaned into him.

It was as if Dean was trying to communicate every unspoken word into that kiss, every shout he’d refrained from, and at the same time every word of comfort. Castiel, who so rarely understood, seemed to be taking it in was surprising comprehension. It made Dean feel vulnerable, but in a new way. A way that didn’t frighten him or make him want to run. A way that brought him only closer to Castiel under those covers and made him kiss Castiel even deeper.

Despite the warmth spreading through his body, Dean’s mind was icy cold. He was all too aware that Castiel had spent the last few months in an incoherent state, and he began to pull back. But when Castiel felt the kiss begin to fade, he wove his fingers between Dean’s. The gesture was so sincere that Dean felt his heart swell and he looked at Castiel hesitantly.

Their eyes met in the dimly lit room, and Dean found himself needing to explain.

“Cas…” he murmured, but no more words came to him. He suddenly felt helpless, unable to communicate. He realized, perhaps inappropriately that Sam would know what to say if it were him in bed with Castiel. Sam would be able to sort out his feelings and express them to Castiel. Sam would be able to treat Castiel right.

“I forgive you, too,” Castiel rasped.

Dean stared at him. In giving him the answer, Dean understood the question. His self-doubt and fear seemed to rise up, glowing like a soul released to heaven, and dissipated through the roof of the small bedroom. Dean didn’t need to say anything at all as he leaned back down and kissed Castiel.

It felt like an entire lifetime passed during that kiss, and yet Dean suddenly found himself moving again. Seconds later he was wedged between Castiel’s legs and kissing him deeply. His need was reciprocated as Castiel helped him remove his shirt. Castiel was warm and firm beneath him, with just the right amount of give, and Castiel kissed him encouragingly as they both stripped naked. Dean pulled Castiel’s bare chest against his own and revelled in the sensation. He’d seen Cas all but naked before. He’d pulled bullets and shrapnel out of Castiel’s body. Yet he’d never felt Castiel’s body like this: hot and pressing and moving against Dean’s. It felt like a dream.

Dean had never been so consumed with need before, and when he saw that need reflected in Castiel’s eyes Dean didn’t need to ask the question. Castiel shifted his legs to let Dean in, and soon Dean was sinking hot and raw into Castiel’s body.

Castiel gasped, but it was unlike any sound he’d made while dreaming. It wasn’t a gasp of pain or fear, it was a soft shock of pleasure. Dean wove their fingers together on the bed and Castiel squeezed his hand. Dean gave him a long, lingering kiss as they adjusted to the feel of each other, then Dean began slowly, passionately, making love to Castiel.

Castiel’s bedroom was once again full of the sounds of stifled pleas and heavy breaths, although this time Castiel wasn’t in pain. Dean panted along with him, their bodies moving as one. Dean couldn’t remember ever feeling so good. When Castiel’s head sank back into the pillows, no longer able to kiss Dean, Dean upped the pace and deepened his thrusts. Castiel rolled his hips instinctively and Dean groaned and buried his head in Castiel’s shoulder.

Their movements became hurried and desperate. Castiel squeezed Dean’s hand and murmured something Dean didn’t understand. Was it Enochian? Either way, Dean could tell Castiel was close. He could feel it in the way Castiel moved, in the way he tried and failed to grip Dean’s short hair. Dean moved his hand between them and stroked Castiel, and he knew it was all over

“Dean!”

Castiel came right there, his pleasure bursting forth in spurts. His eyes fell shut and his jaw dropped. Dean kissed him through his orgasm, and found his own not far behind. With Castiel undulating and gasping beneath him, he didn’t stand a chance. He pulled out just in time and moaned into Castiel’s shoulder as he pumped himself dry.

To his surprise, he felt Castiel’s hand fumbling over his own. Dean let Castiel wrap his hand around Dean’s throbbing cock, so close to complete, and the contact alone pushed him over the edge. Dean found himself rocking his hips into Castiel’s hand to finish. Once it had passed, it felt like he’d been hit by a tidal wave. He collapsed beside Castiel, who put his arm beneath Dean and pulled him close. Dean didn’t mind one bit. He lay against him while their breathing slowed and their bodies came down from that perfect high.

Minutes passed before either of them spoke. Long, blissful minutes that neither wanted to end. They were hot and sweaty, and Dean could smell Castiel stronger than ever. He didn’t think he’d ever inhaled anything so divine.

“Dean…”

Castiel was so close to him that he barely had to move to make eye contact. Dean was relieved to see that Castiel looked as exhausted, and satisfied, as he did.

“Yeah, Cas.”

“What that… okay?”

Dean smiled. The muscles in his face felt alien to him. “That was great, Cas.” He murmured, leaning forward and kissing Castiel’s forehead. This time, Castiel smiled back.

Their smiles faded quickly, weighed down by the impossible task facing them the following day. Dean didn’t think he could stand to bring it up. Not after that. A part of him suddenly hoped he would die in the assault so that his last moment of happiness would be with Cas. The real Cas. Unanalyzed, unspoiled, nothing but bliss memory. But just as Dean decided he wouldn’t say anything about Dick, Castiel brought it up instead.

“Dean…”

Dean didn’t know how it happened, but he realized in that moment that he had learned what Castiel was about to say just by the way he said his name.

“I’ll go with you.”

Dean stared at him. A flicker of fear lit inside him, slowly eroding his post-orgasm bliss. The words took a few moments to hit him. At least he replied, “No. No, you said you wanted to stay here. So stay.”

“Dean…”

“If things go sideways tomorrow, at least I’ll know you’re safe.”

Castiel considered this. “And if I go with you, maybe things won’t go sideways.”

Dean gave him a penetrating look. He knew Castiel was right. Hell, he’d been pushing Castiel to go with all day long. But now it made the fear in him swell. A new kind of fear that made him almost regret what he’d just done.

“Cas…”

“I was afraid of going with you, because I was afraid I’d fail again,” Castiel admitted, “I was afraid of getting you hurt. But my place is, and always been, by your side.”

Maybe it was because Castiel looked clearer than he had in years, but Dean didn’t contradict him. He didn’t want to. The words echoed in his head, making his heart swell. The fear hadn’t left him, but he kissed Castiel again and said, “Okay.”

Castiel gave him a small smile. There were so many things he wanted to say. So much time to make up for. But as Dean pulled him close, Castiel knew that somehow, everything would be okay.

After they both cleaned up, they got back into bed for a few hours of sleep. Neither of them dressed. Dean’s last thoughts as he drifted off were surprisingly free of fear and uncertainty, instead, a warm, relieving wash of joy. Whatever happened tomorrow, he and Castiel would face it side by side. And maybe, if they both survived, they could spend a lot more time together while awake.

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xoxowrestlinggyrl · 4 years

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In The Middle

Requested: Yes

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader x Finn Bàlor

Word Count: 2170

Warning[s]: Cursing

Summary: As long as you can remember, you’ve had a crush on Finn Bàlor. The problem is, he doesn’t seem to like you back or notice you at all. Dean Ambrose, your best friend, is firmly against you pining after Finn’s affection. He pushes you to come on from him, but you aren’t too sure you can. One day, Finn does take the initiative and asks you out on a date. You agreed since you have a crush on him after all. When you tell Dean this, he flips. It turns into this huge argument, and Dean admits his feelings for you.

Tag[s]: https://wweobsession1029.tumblr.com/

A/N: This came to me out of the blue. I hope you like it, Anna!

Your eyes were fixed on Finn Bàlor, who was working out in the gym. Every morning, you went to the gym with your best friend, Dean Ambrose. In his mind, you went to the gym with him just to work out. The real reason is to see Finn. If Finn didn’t workout in the mornings, you’d probably show up to the gym in the afternoon. You stood behind the Bench Press since you agreed to spot Dean. He hasn’t lifted the barbell from the Bench Press, or so you thought…

“Shit…” You heard out of nowhere. Then, you heard a “clink” on the Bench Press you were standing behind. When you looked down, Dean greeted you with an annoyed look. You have seen this look on the man before.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. You still haven’t caught onto why he’d be annoyed with you right now. There’s nothing you could have done to annoy him… Right?

Dean sat up, turning to you with the look still on his face, “You agreed to be my spotter, right?” He asked. It was a rhetorical question since you did agree to be his spotter.

“Yeah… I did. What does that have to do with anything?”

“My hand slipped as I lifted the barbell, and I would’ve hurt myself if I didn’t catch myself. While this went on, Y/N, you had your googly eyes on Finn.” Dean stated, in an angry tone. His temper has gotten shorter and shorter with me. I’ve come to fuck something up on a daily basis with Dean. He’s still my best friend. Dean was there for me when no one else was. How could I ever leave my friendship with him? Also, Dean could have seriously got hurt. It’s your responsibility to be his spotter and not get distracted.

You looked at Dean, hoping he would understand. “Dean, I am sorry. You know I didn’t mean to put you at risk. I just-I wasn’t focused like I should have been.” You genuinely apologized to him. If something did happen to him, there was no way you could or would have forgiven yourself.

Dean huffed before getting up from the bench. I walked over to him, “Dean, talk to me.” You said, putting one of her hands on his shoulder. He calmed down instantly. You’ve always had that effect on him.

“I know you didn’t mean to Y/N, but my life flashed before my eyes. I was a little scared there.” Dean joked, chuckling a little bit.

“Well, I can understand. I would have been scared too.” You began, “You’re always scared though.” You said, teasing him.

Dean made a face at me, “Why are you telling such a lie, Y/N?” He said, and he started laughing. You couldn’t help but laugh as well. Dean’s laugh is contagious. There is never a time that he laughs where you didn’t laugh as well. You stopped laughed once you noticed Finn’s gaze. When Dean noticed this, he turned his head to see Finn’s gaze. Dean turned back with annoyance clearly on his face.

“Don’t-” You began. Dean cut you off before you could finish the sentence.

“Don’t what? You don’t want to hear me tell you the truth for the millionth time, Y/N?” Dean began, an angered tone was set in his voice. You couldn’t understand where the anger was coming from. All you did was stare at Finn… Well, he stared at you first and you stared back. You didn’t even leave Dean to talk to Finn. You’d understand if you did just that. However, you don’t understand how Dean can be so angry with you when you did something so little.

“I don’t want to hear it, Dean! I’m sick of you telling me the “truth”. You don’t even know if it is the truth in the first place.” You stated, knowing exactly where this conversation is going to go. Your gym bag was next to the bench, and you picked up the bag and put it on your shoulder.

“Yes, Finn stares at you. Do you see him coming over here?” Dean asked, rhetorically, “No.” He said, answering his own question. “What does that say to you, Y/N. He doesn’t want you. If he wanted you, he wouldn’t wait around to do anything. He would have done it a year ago.” He stated in a harsh tone.This was the very thing you’ve heard from Dean for months. He knew that it pissed you off every time he said that.

You glared at Dean, “You know what? I think I’ve done enough working out for the morning.” Then, you turned on your heels, exiting the gym.

It was Monday night, three days after your little incident with Dean. The two of you weren’t on talking terms for those three days. Usually, Dean came to apologize to you, but he didn’t do it this time. You were worried that you lost your best friend over something so little in retrospective. Roman reassured you that Dean wouldn’t split from being friends with you over your crush on Finn. It’s helped, but you wanted to hear this come from Dean’s mouth. You finished your segment, which was your only commitment for the night. Now, you were stuck with nothing to do besides lingering around backstage. Most of your friends were getting ready for a match or segment, so you were alone for the good portion of the night. You hopped off the crate, pulling your phone out your pocket. Maybe I kill some time by walking around and going to catering. When you started on your walk, you watched someone turn the corner. It was Finn. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and you didn’t think you could talk walking past him. He was coming your way down the hall. You didn’t think he saw you, so you turned on your heels and began walking the other direction.

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard the familiar accent of Finn. Fuck.

When you turned around, he was behind you, but he kept a normal distance between the two of you. He was much closer than before, and your eyes were damn-there bugged out of your head. Play it cool, Y/N, play it cool. “Hey there, Finn. Nice to see you. It’s such a nice night, right?” You asked, wanting to facepalm yourself almost immediately after that sentence came out of your mouth. Nice night? Really?

Finn chuckled a bit, “Ye, ‘ts a nice nigh.” He agreed, with a smile. “T’ats ‘snt exactly ‘hat I came to talk to ya abo’t though.” Finn said, looking down at you. His beautiful blue eyes were looking down into yours. You could have melted right there.

“Okay, then what is it?” You asked, wanting the suspense to end. What could Finn be asking you about. Is there something going on?

“Ah noticed ya starin’ at me for a while-” Finn began, and you interrupted him.

“It is not what you think. I am sta-” You started, and he interrupted me as well. This is going to end badly… I can see it.

Finn shook his head and let out a small chuckle. A smile was on his lips, “Y/N, please let me finish.” He said in an almost pleading tone. You nodded your head, biting back your tongue.

“I’m goin’ keep ’t simple.” Finn began,”Ah like ya, Y/N, a lot. Ya ‘been starin’ at me for a reason, love. Ah understand if ya don’t like me. May’e, Ah was pickin’ up on the wrong signs.” He rambled on, nervously. His cheeks has a hint of red to him. You could tell that he was starting to blush.

You smiled, “Oh, Finn, you’re not picking up the wrong signs at all. I actually do like you back.” You said, feeling like you were on cloud nine.

Finn’s eyes lit up, “Really? Ya like me back, Y/N? T’is is great. Would ya like to go out on date with me, after tha show? We can go tomor’ow if ya want to.” He said, with nervousness still in his voice.

*Tonight is perfect actually. I have some stuff to do tomorrow.” You told him, the smile you had never faltering.

“Great, ’ll meet ya after tha show.” Finn stated. You nodded your head at him.

“Alright Finn, I will see you later…” You said, with a goofy grin.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Finn.”

While you listened to music and scrolled through Twitter, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to see Dean in front of you. The look he had on his face was opposing to the angered look he had the other day. The exact look he has whenever he apologizes to you.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Dean greeted, an apologetic smile on his lips.

“Hi, Dean.” You said, getting out of your seat. Without saying anything, you could tell Dean felt bad for what happened. You did too. You’ve never wanted to put your friendship with him in jeopardy over something so minuscule.

“I’m sorry about what happened, Y/N. I didn’t mean to act like that.” Dean stated, looking down at you.

“No worries Dean, I apologize as well. I was wrong too.” You told him. Dean never told you the root reason to why he acted out the way he did. That’s why you didn’t bother asking him about it.

Dean smiled, “I missed you so much. Honestly, I was sure you weren’t going to forgive me.” You looked at him in confusion.

“Of course Dean, you’re my best friend. The one person that has been there for me through everything. How can I ever stay mad at you, Deano?” The two of you began walking, and he put his arm on your shoulder.

“You’re right, how can you stay mad at someone like me?” Dean teased with a cocky smirk on his face.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, “Actually, I take what I said back. Of course, I can stay mad at you.” The smirk he had on his face faded.

“No, darlin’, you just can’t do that!” Dean exclaimed, and you giggled.

“I’m kidding Dean, I am kidding.” You laughed.

“Good.” Dean smiled, down at you. “So, what’s new, Y/N?”

Your lips shaped into a cocky smirk, “What’s new is that I was right.” You stated. Dean’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about?’ Dean asked, confused about what you’re talking about.

“Earlier in the night, Finn asked me out on a date. I am going out with him tonight!!” You exclaimed, happily. The excitement rushed through you once again. You felt Dean tense up again. He moved his arm off of your shoulder instantaneously. What the fuck? You turned to him, and he was angry once again.

“He asked you out?! Are you serious, Y/N?!” He asked, glaring at you. Anger was seeping from his voice as well.

“Yes, Dean. I don’t understand why you’re so mad.” You remarked.

“Why am I so mad? I have a reason to be mad. Finn never showed interest in you in the first damn place, yet he asked you out?! Aren’t you concerned there is something wrong? You’re seriously just going to go with it because you like him that much?” You were surprised about how angry he was. He should be happy for you. Finn didn’t reject you, why was he mad?

“You should be happy for me, Dean! Do you not like that I proved you wrong? What is it? Finn has never done a thing to you, so I don’t see why you’re hating on him. Or is it that you don’t want to see me happy? Great job, Dean, you don’t want to see your best friend happy!” You yelled and clapped your hands.

Dean gritted his teeth, “Finn waited around for months to ask you out, and you accepted it with ease. I couldn’t have done anything like that. You wouldn’t have waited around for me. Your attention is all on him. You forget that I am here.” Dean began, anger still in his voice, “You want to know why I don’t care for Finn, Y/N? Do you really want to know? It’s because I am in fucking love with you!” He yelled. Your eyes widen at what he said. Dean is in love with you? You had no idea… He never showed any signs. At least any obvious signs… Looking back on it, he did. The jealousy, the anger, his protectiveness… They were all signs of how he felt about you. This was too much to handle all at once. You were questioning everything up to this point.

“I-I have to go Dean… Talk to you later..” You said, on the verge of tears. Before you could hear him answer, you ran away in the other direction.

A/N: Cliffhanger!!! If you’d like a part two to this, please let me know. Requests are open. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future work.

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wwegal98 · 5 years

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The Champions Win Their Gold (1/2)

Chapter One: We Won’t Let You Hurt Her, Corbin

Request: First Part - Reader has a match against Lacey Evans for the Smackdown Women’s Championship belt. Lacey is going to have Baron Corbin on her side, so reader brings cavalry of her own - Seth Rollins. Roman is guest referee and Dean is guest commentator. Match ends up turning into a no DQ. Corbin’s plan backfires on him.

Second Part - Randy’s girlfriend (Reader) accompanies him to his title match against Kofi. Revival shows up to help Randy when the rest of New Day shows and Randy wins, and they kiss. During the post-match brawl, reader gets knocked off the apron and Seth ends up coming out to help her to the back.

Requested by: @wwesarahjaneroszko

A/N - This request was a long one so I decided to make it into two parts where reader’s (Who’s named Amber, but I’m keeping it reader based) match is in first part and Randy’s in second. Also, can I just say I miss Shield? They were like the best faction ever IMO T-T.

A side-note I should mention is that Seth still has his 2-toned hair :)

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You had a match against Lacey Evans that night for the Smackdown Women’s championship. However, you were real nervous.

Why?

Because Baron Corbin was going to be in Lacey’s corner tonight. And you couldn’t ask your boyfriend, Randy Orton to be out there to help you because he himself had a match against Kofi later on for the main event.

While walking towards the gorilla, you nearly run into Triple H.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hunter! I wasn’t really watching where-” you started.

“Relax, I was hoping to catch you before your match. Was gonna tell you that you’re not alone out there tonight,” he told you before you can go off on a ramble.

“Wait, what?”

Hunter just smiled at you before walking off, leaving you confused as all hell. Nonetheless, you continued on.

Lacey and Baron were already at gorilla. They haven’t noticed you yet, and you were planning to keep it that way. Baron had a smug look on his face, and you knew that he had a plan to help Lacey win.

You hope Hunter’s plan for tonight would work, because just seeing that smirk on Corbin’s face were setting your nerves on fire.

While you were stewing about your match, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you spotted Stephanie.

“You’ll do fine, (Y/N). In fact, I’m sure you’re gonna win. I’ll be going out there before them, as I have some stipulations to change.”

You smile gratefully, before turning back to the sound of your entrance theme. You walk out, holding up your right arm, hand clenched into a fist with the back facing outward. On your hand you were wearing a fingerless glove with a viper’s head surrounded by three hounds glaring out at anybody who looks at the glove. Underneath the glove and also on your right hands were wrappings, just like Dean would wrap his hands for a match. The glove was, of course, a symbol for Randy Orton and the Shield.

You make your way to the ring, lowering your hand and having a sly smile on your face. A gimmick, of course, as you were nervous on the inside.

Once you climb through the ropes, your music died down and you hear Stephanie’s kick on. She comes out to the crowd cheering, and smiles. She comes down to the ring.

“Now, before this match gets started, I do have something to say,” she said. She turned a glance to you, before facing the crowd once again.

“I’ve gotten word that some special people were wanting to be out here. And considering the circumstances, I’ve allowed them to be here. (Y/R/N), I’m pretty sure you know these guys,” she said, just before hearing the entrance theme of the group you never thought would be here tonight. You see Roman, Dean, and Seth come down from the audience and join you in the ring, standing between you and the entrance, where Corbin and Lacey were yet to come from.

“There’s more. Roman, you did get the gift I sent you earlier, right?” Stephanie asked, and Roman nodded, unzipping his vest to reveal the black and white striped referee shirt that was underneath, sending the audience into a frenzy.

You were shocked. Not only was the Shield going to be in your corner tonight, Roman was the guest referee. You were starting to feel a bit better about this match.

“That’s not all. Dean, I believe there’s a spot right next to the commentator’s table, waiting for you,” Stephanie added. “Seth, you have the opportunity to be ringside, keeping Corbin in line.”

All Shield members had smirks on their faces, knowing nobody was going to touch you without any harm coming to them. While Dean headed down to the commentator’s table, you hear Lacey Evans’ entrance theme come on, and she and Corbin came out. Boy, they looked absolutely pissed.

Corbin had a microphone of his own. “You can’t do this! It’s not fair!” Corbin protested.

“Oh yes, you’re right. I did, in fact, forget a little key fact. There is No Disqualification.”

And with that, Stephanie leaves for the back, patting Lacey on the shoulder with an ill-meaning ‘good luck’ on the way.

Once Lacey got in the ring, Seth waited until he was positive Corbin wouldn’t try anything before he exited the ring.

“Is this thing on?” Dean asked, adjusting the microphone on his headset. “It’s a great night tonight, isn’t it Cole?”

“Yeah, I would say so, Dean, it would seem as if the Authority has turned their backs against Corbin tonight in this match set-up.”

“I wouldn’t say turn their backs, but I will say that (Y/R/N) may just be the most protected person in the ring. I mean, you got Roman as guest referee, Seth standing ringside making sure Corbin doesn’t pull any of his tricks, and here I am as commentator. Add in the fact that this is a No DQ match, I have a pretty safe bet that (Y/N/N) will win and bring home the gold.”

Dean looks at Corbin and smirks, knowing he could hear him. “And if Corbin tries anything, we’ll be ready.”

*Time Skip A Little Ways Into The Match*

Seth was down for a while, having been tackled by Corbin earlier on, so now Corbin had a little more leeway to interfering. And he got in a lucky shot when he pulled down the top rope, causing you to fall over and down to the ground instead of rebounding off them like you had planned.

You had landed hard on your shoulder, causing you to let out a small cry of pain. Corbin’s small victory was short lived, however, as he was clotheslined by Dean.

Perhaps he should have been a little smarter in his attack and chose a side that the commentator’s table wasn’t on...

Lacey came out and attacked you a few times with a kendo stick before dragging you back into the ring, going for the pinfall.

At least, she tried to. Roman wouldn’t count.

She immediately stood up to yell at him, not paying any attention to you. You stood, and back up into the corner. Outside the ring Dean and Seth were dealing with Baron Corbin.

You saw Roman having a smirk on his face, raising his hands as if surrendering and Lacey turned to deal with you.

Big mistake.

You went for a spear and hit your target, flipping Evans inside out. Immediately, you went in for the pin and Roman counted.

The bell rings.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and your NEW Smackdown Women’s champion, (Y/R/N)!” called the ring announcer.

Roman handed you your belt and held up your hand, pointing to you with his free hand. Both of you had huge smiles on your faces, and soon Dean and Seth slid into the ring to celebrate with you.

Seth and Dean lifted you onto their shoulders while Reigns went to grab a microphone.

“You’re looking at your new Women’s champion right here, folks. And later on, you will be witnessing the best power couple in WWE bringing home the gold when Randy Orton wins his match against Kofi Kingston. Believe That!”

With that said, Roman drops his mic, Seth and Dean let you down, and the three of them do their signature move, with their fists held together in unison. All while you stood beside them, holding your new title up high in the air.

BONUS

Corbin was fuming. He thought he told them to come out there and interfere! He stormed to the locker room, finding the Wyatt Family there watching the reruns of the match.

“I thought I told you to come out there and help Evans! Look at what happened to us out there!” he angrily shouted at them.

“Do you really think you can order us around, Corbin?” Bray said, with a minister laugh. “I guess you really need to learn to follow the buzzards.”

EXTRA BONUS

Corbin was called into Stephanie’s office, where he found Stephanie and Hunter standing and talking about plans for the following week.

“Oh, hey, Corbin. Didn’t see you there for a moment. I just wanted to say, I found out about your little plan to have the Wyatt Family interfere, and I gave them an offer they can’t refuse. Also, since Evans lost that match, you are no longer General Manager.”

It would be best to say Corbin’s night was not the greatest. In fact, you would probably say that he shouldn’t have followed the Buzzards, otherwise he wouldn’t have landed in the garbage.

Taglist: @queenofthearchitect @shieldgirl18

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imaginexwwe · 5 years

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Caught | SETH ROLLINS

SETH ROLLINS X READER

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REQUESTED - @braunstrowmangirl

Reader is Roman's little sister, who's also Seth Rollin's girlfriend. Something Roman doesn't know until he catches the two kissing

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"I'll call you, babe." I smiled, wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's neck as I leaned in for another kiss, our lips connecting for a few seconds, wishing I could stay this way with him forever.

But I couldn't.

We couldn't

"Better." I heard him reply in a playfully threatening tone, forcing a giggle from my lips.

I nodded, leaning in for one more kiss before mumbling a quiet, "I will," and turning on my heels, making my way towards the elevator.

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"What the fuck..?" Roman said, a growl almost overlapping with the words he spoke as he watched his little sister and his bestfriend standing in the doorway of the hotel room kissing.

I'm going to kill Seth... The protective older brother thought, unaware that the words were also spoken aloud.

Or that his other best friend was right behind him.

"Why?" A curious Dean asked after creeping up behind Roman. "What'd he do this time?" He asked again, peaking for himself after not getting an answer to each of his questions, his fists starting to form into a tight ball after seeing what Roman had been watching. "Not before I kill him." Dean huffed, as he began stomping around the corner he and Roman were using to hide around and into view.

But before he could get too far, Roman was pulling him back, causing Dean to stumble backwards.

"Dude..." A semi clueless Dean said, rubbing at the arm Roman had taken hold of to pull him back. "I thought we was go after Rollins."

"I'm going after Rollins." Roman quickly responded, before adding, "Not you."

"What?" Dean questioned with a gasp, a frown soon forming on his face as he crossed his shooting a look a at Roman. "Is this one of those family things?" He questioned again, soon starting to ramble unaware that Roman wasn't listening. "Cause if it is, that's just wrong. You know that we're brothers, man, so that makes Y|N like a sister to me. And therefore I have a right to go and beat Rollins if I choose to cause were in this together, Roman. Me and y-"

"Shut up, please." Roman finally spoke up again, interrupting Dean. "Damn..." He mumbled as he shot a quick glance at him, turning around seconds later to see that Seth had now disappeared back into his hotel room and Y|N was entering an elevator. "See, now I can't confront them."

"Oh, sure, blame me." Dean said, sounding a little offended. "If you had just let me, we could've made it know that we caught them in the act but nooo, you had to grab on my arm, almost pulling it out of place."

Roman shook his head at how dramatic his friend was acting. "What are you even doing here?"

"I had a day off so I came to chill with the wife," Dean answered with a smile before it quickly faded. "You and Seth too, but Seth's too busy shoving his tongue down our sister's throat and you're just being mean."

"My sister." Roman replied, turning his back to Dean, walking off. "She's my sister."

"See that's what the mean streak in talking about," Dean shouted out to Roman after he had created distance between the two. "It's just temporary right, cause I don't like it one bit." He continued before Roman continued down the hall to his room.

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"I don't know Seth," A nervous Y|N said, pacing in front of him as he taped his wrists, getting prepared for his match tonight against Roman. "I could've sworn I saw him when I was getting into the elevator."

Seth nodded, trying not to laugh at what his girlfriend was saying. "You also said you saw Dean and I know that can't be true cause he's on the road with AEW."

"He could've stopped by to spend time with Renee."

"Did Renee mention anything about Dean stopping by?" He asked, just before Y|N slowly shook her head.

"No, but-" She began saying before Seth rose to his feet and pulled his girlfriend close to him.

"Baby, we've been sneaking around for over a year now, and we haven't gotten caught because we're always caref-"

Just as Seth was about to get the last of his words out the locker room door suddenly opened, revealing an angry version of my older brother.

"A year?" He asked through clenched teeth, staring at Seth with narrowed eyes. "You've been sneaking around with my baby sister for a year." His friend finished, quickly making his way to him, Y|N jumping in between them.

She was right, they had definitely gotten caught.

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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No Words - Interlude ii-

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback]

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Mention of racism/ racist situation.

A/N - It’s building up, please bear with this bit of backstory. I’m giving you a chance to refill your Namjesus juice. Cause the rest of the interlude is sex, pining, and just ...why are some folk so scared when it comes to love? An age-old question with no answer -.-

Words: 2073

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1 year ago.

“I don’t know if I can keep this up.” Tasha moaned as they filed into the dorm. A scattered sound of backpacks, shoes, and coats filled a thick silence. They were one year into a grueling schedule of hands-on work along with a heavy course load. Tasha’s pillow-muffled grunts were an everyday occurrence. The same thing - every day. They went out for language study, then to shadow the technical crew, and then hours at cafes guzzling coffee.

She could tell there were bags under her eyes. Tasha flopped like a fish on the couch. Her brows rose as the other woman moaned her displeasure. “I can’t take it?! I want to go out! We should go out, damnit!”

Tasha already saw the reluctance forming on her face. “No, no! Listen here!” She bumbled off the couch at her recoil. “No, come on! Please, I’m dying! We haven’t done anything besides work. We have to take a breather.” Tasha grabbed her hands as she grimaced.

“Aish,” Tasha smirked. She dropped her head. “You’re not gonna let this go are you?” Tasha shook her head vigorously with a pout. “Tsk, fine.” The other woman shot up with a twirl.

“You loovvvee me.” A sing-song tease as Tasha twirled down the hall toward her room. “And now I’m not going to be a liar, either.”

“Wait, what?” She turned toward the hallway.

“Well, the gang is getting together for post-production celebration.” She narrowed her eyes as Tasha continued. “..you never seem to be interested. So I told them I’d get you to come out tonight.”

“Seriously?” The edge of irritation was impossible to hide.

“Woman, I get you want to be the best - but you need to take a moment to enjoy yourself. We’re building a blueprint here! It does no good to you, or anybody, if you burn the fuck out.” Tasha came half-stomping back to the front room. Her hands were tucked into her hips with a stern set to her face. “I mean it. We have this opportunity to get immersed in everything. If you drag me to another museum I’m going to riot.”

Maybe Tasha had a point. She had been mainly interested in the informational portion of their trip. Museums, lectures, visiting heritage sites - taking photos of seemingly mundane things. She wanted a simple experience, there was nothing wrong with that. But, even back in the states? She wasn’t much for nightlife. Even after BTS music show wrap gatherings? She could be found off to the side buried in a book. Sometimes pouring over note cards and notebooks. It was fascinating the cinematographic techniques were completely different from the states. It was more aesthetically pleasing, the quality of the music shows could bring some fresh air to videos in the states.

She came off as a bit of a lone wolf, and that wasn’t exactly her intention. Tasha would disturb her studies to drag her to tables full of meat, smoke, and laughter. She was happy to listen to horror stories and near misses. It was almost becoming tolerable to be near the boys on an almost constant basis.

Almost.

Tasha was eating it up, especially when they had the place to themselves. There would be peals of laughter as folk tumbled from chairs. Ah, the soju flow was heavy. She didn’t mind pouring for them or manning the grill when people got too far gone. There were always moments in karaoke, jokes, and games.

She decided to indulge a bit still trying to figure out the right soju combination. The regular soju was smooth, different brands tended to be harsher than others. It wasn’t until out with the full crew that Taehyung offered a fruity brand. She went through the whole range before landing on Peach. She always cut her alcohol with something and it just so happened that cider matched perfectly.

For her, anyway. It was a ‘carbonation thing’ - that was always her response. They were having a great time, honestly. You could even say she let her hair down a bit. And she kept it up, for a good moment, she blossomed socially. Tasha was an absolute extrovert to start - she had no problem suggesting risky and risque games to liven up the place.

There was a time when those games wound up a little too dangerous for her liking. Spin the bottle and Truth or Dare. Harmless, right? This combination with overworked, tipsy co-workers? Not so much. Liquor makes you honest, the saying goes.

Some people got extremely honest that night.

Now, it was no secret that they were apart of the handful of females that made the cut for the program. But they were the only African-American females. It was interesting the stares they received when they were seen backstage manning the boards, or even carrying equipment. It was something they were used to, and it didn’t bother them.

They considered themselves open to any and all questioning, again - in a new place? You learn things about yourself. And it’s only fair that you let others learn you as well. Right?

So, when a particularly soju soaked night of bullshitting turned into something a bit more raw and personal?

“Oh, come on! Is it really that big a deal?” One of her classmates quipped. There was an uncomfortable air surrounding the table. “I mean, it’s like kindergarten antics, you know?” Dean was your playbook styled …individual. She wouldn’t bother to call him a man because he didn’t act like one.

The Truth or Dare was stuttered when he asked a question that only the two women of color could answer. Tasha was actually settled on the lap of a TD she’d gotten close with, Minjae. They all received training on sensitive things while touring in the states. Current issues that plagued the US so they could stay aware of possible questions or situations the boys could find themselves in.

Tasha tried to lighten the mood waving her hand, “Look, it’s just safe to ask, Dean. I don’t think you’d want some strange person coming to feel you up without your permission.” This softly as Minjae gently shook his head at her, as if to signal her to switch topics.

Dean sighed, turning to a couple of the other classmates, trying to find some validation. They sort of shrugged, but read the room and didn’t bother to indulge him. It wasn’t until he turned to her with that lopsided grin. “I mean, look at you! I always thought you had contacts in. Imagine when we found that was your real eye color!” He barked a laugh, a few of the ‘we’ laughed with him.

“I mean, you’re beautiful for a bl-” There was a female next to him named Allison. She watched with her mouth agape as he continued. Before he finished that statement? She elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t you fucking dare finish that statement, Dean!” He buckled with a sharp inhale. He looked confused as he measured the looks of disapproval.

Embarrassment.

Before she dared to open her mouth and let every obscenity fly, they all turned to their supervisors. The head PD crossed his arms across his chest, matching the red-faced anger of his colleagues. “This was a mistake.” She stood up hastily grabbing her bag and her notebook. Tasha tried to untangle herself from the bench seating but wasn’t fast enough. She escaped into the night gulping down the winter air. Ah, it was so mild. She was used to the painful cold Midwest winters, and she missed it.

Damn, she really missed it. She’d been doing so well! She managed to stave off the homesickness, determined to find a niche. But now? Now she craved a familiarity, a comfort that she hadn’t found? She wasn’t really looking for it, honestly. She’d heard the rumors, done the research, and seen all the YouTube videos. There was a deep groan bubbling in her chest; the heel of her palm digging into her eye sockets.

Deep breaths slowed her rapid heart, snow fell soft and slow on her face. She could almost picture something like home. But a voice interrupted her meditation.

“A-are you ok, Noona?” A deep voice quietly rumbled behind her.

Her brow furrowed as she turned around. “V-ssi, why are you here?” She managed to not cry, thankfully. Her hands tucked under her arms as the cold registered. “Don’t get sick on my behalf,” She managed a slight smile. His breath hitched a fraction before he lowered his gaze. “Ah, don’t worry about me.” That boxy smile plastered on his face as he looked at her again.

“You could come back in, you know?” He bit into his bottom lip. A subtle brow ticking upward as he extended his hand. She got ready to open her mouth. He could see the reasons forming behind her gaze. “Don’t worry about him, noona.”

“I think I should just go. I don’t want people worrying about me.” She stared at his hand before her eyes slid to the side. “You should ju-” He interrupted her again.

“You read a lot, don’t you, Noona?” She furrowed her brow at his question.

“Y-yea, but what does th-,” He didn’t give her time to ponder the reasoning as he answered her.

“I read too. There is a philosopher, Marcus Aurelius he was a Roman Emperor.” He seemed to ramble, his hand still extended, licking his lips. “He said, The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.” She sighed tilting her head back. “He’s a coward. I don’t think you’re a coward.” She turned to the extended hand suddenly covered in snow.

“Tsk,” She moved the snow from his hand as she took it. “..fine.” That boxy smile lit up the night as he turned to tug her back inside. Jeongguk came barreling outside his expression lightened as he saw Taehyung dragging her back with him. “A-ah! Yes, we’re getting ready to play more games.”

She groaned as the maknae continued, “That asshole was sent home.” He turned Tae with a nod, as she titled her head.

“Oh, they sent him back to the dorm.”

“No, they sent him home.” Jeongguk continued as Tae slowed up. “As in he’s done here.” The veins in Jeongguk’s forearms seemed to pulsate as he crossed them.

“Oh, shit.” She gasped. “I didn’t want him to lose the opportunity.” She sounded remorseful, Tae and Gguk, on the other hand, were mystified by her response.

“You’re kidding right, noona?” Jeongguk tilted his head to Tae confused. Taehyung only sighed, “No, she’s not kidding, Gguk-ah.” They both made their irritation known.

“Look, people are - how they are? Ok. It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life. It’s just..”

“Wrong,” Taehyung spoke between clenched teeth. There was something slightly imposing when they stood together. “It’s wrong, and there’s no place for it around us. You know we have an international fan base. Our music crosses so many boundaries!” Taehyung threw up a hand as Jeongguk seemed to tap in and finish the statement.

“…races, religions, sex, all of it. We don’t care about that. We want people to feel like we aren’t just musicians. We are a family; a community even.” Jeongguk’s tone was firm and full of conviction. “If we can have people around the globe connect with us through our music? Why would we not connect to their issues if we could?”

She looked between the two of them, dumbfounded. Had she ever wondered? Pondered their stance on the world around them? She blinked rapidly unable to find anything wrong with their words.

She wasn’t a coward. This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. Taehyung and Jeongguk extended a hand to her. The boxy-bunny smile combination was dangerous, damnit.

“Oh my god, fine. Fine. You’re right. Let’s go.” She took both of their hands and they pulled her back into the restaurant. It seemed brighter somehow. New food was cooking. the staff was all seated around massive grilling tables.

The drinks and laughter flowed, they sat with their supervisors who quickly got tipsy so they could let loose.

#smutcentralnet #bangtanarmynet #bts imagines #v imagine #taehyung x female #hot mess #boxy-bunny smile combo #v smut #taehyung smut #2 down 3 to go

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darknytemare · 4 years

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No Words -interlude ii-

BTS - V Imagine - Tall Girl - Interracial - Interlude [Flashback]

TW: Mentions of racism/ racist situations.

1 year ago.

“Aish,” Tasha smirked. She dropped her head. “You’re not gonna let this go are you?” Tasha shook her head vigorously with a pout. “Tsk, fine.” The other woman shot up with a twirl.

“You loovvvee me.” A sing-song tease as Tasha twirled down the hall toward her room. “And now I’m not going to be a liar, either.”

“Wait, what?” She turned toward the hallway.

“Seriously?” The edge of irritation was impossible to hide.

Almost.

Some people got extremely honest that night.

They considered themselves open to any and all questioning, again - in a new place? You learn things about yourself. And it’s only fair that you let others learn you as well. Right?

So, when a particularly soju soaked night of bullshitting turned into something a bit more raw and personal?

“Oh, come on! Is it really that big a deal?” One of her classmates quipped. There was an uncomfortable air surrounding the table. “I mean, it’s like kindergarten antics, you know?” Dean was your playbook styled ...individual. She wouldn’t bother to call him a man because he didn’t act like one.

Embarrassment.

Deep breaths slowed her rapid heart, snow fell soft and slow on her face. She could almost picture something like home. But a voice interrupted her meditation.

“A-are you ok, Noona?” A deep voice quietly rumbled behind her.

“I think I should just go. I don’t want people worrying about me.” She stared at his hand before her eyes slid to the side. “You should ju-” He interrupted her again.

“You read a lot, don’t you, Noona?” She furrowed her brow at his question.

“Y-yea, but what does th-,” He didn’t give her time to ponder the reasoning as he answered her.

She groaned as the maknae continued, “That asshole was sent home.” He turned Tae with a nod, as she titled her head.

“Oh, they sent him back to the dorm.”

“No, they sent him home.” Jeongguk continued as Tae slowed up. “As in he’s done here.” The veins in Jeongguk’s forearms seemed to pulsate as he crossed them.

“Oh, shit.” She gasped. “I didn’t want him to lose the opportunity.” She sounded remorseful, Tae and Gguk, on the other hand, were mystified by her response.

“You’re kidding right, noona?” Jeongguk tilted his head to Tae confused. Taehyung only sighed, “No, she’s not kidding, Gguk-ah.” They both made their irritation known.

“Look, people are - how they are? Ok. It’s something I’ve dealt with all my life. It’s just..”

“...races, religions, sex, all of it. We don’t care about that. We want people to feel like we aren’t just musicians. We are a family; a community even.” Jeongguk’s tone was firm and full of conviction. “If we can have people around the globe connect with us through our music? Why would we not connect to their issues if we could?”

She looked between the two of them, dumbfounded. Had she ever wondered? Pondered their stance on the world around them? She blinked rapidly unable to find anything wrong with their words.

She wasn’t a coward. This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. Taehyung and Jeongguk extended a hand to her. The boxy-bunny smile combination was dangerous, damnit.

The drinks and laughter flowed, they sat with their supervisors who quickly got tipsy so they could let loose.

#the world is ugly #bts imagines #taehyung x female #taehyung imagine #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #boxy-bunny smile combo #bts smut #real world problems #flashback is almost over

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theobsessor1 · 5 years

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Soulmate au

A soulmate au idea if you will indulge me

Im just ramble on about the idea because I feel like I would suck actually writing the fic or probably won’t ever get around to actually attempting to write it. Warning this is long Do with this what you will. Write your own if ya want, just wanted to share my thoughts. So! Soulmate au, your chest glows when your close to your soulmate. Maybe they glow in different colors, maybe it just white light ((idea from this post (link)))

The possibility of glowing starts from age 12, and so begins your optional search for your soulmate.

Not everyone takes it seriously, it's like the universe is giving you a suggestion. Saying hey your a really good match for each other, most people listen to it, but not all.

In comes our boys under the cut

Roman:

He’s a radio show host, does a range of things on his show. Playing music by queer artists or their allies. Talks to listeners and giving them advice the best he can and just a safe space to talk for the queer community. Cause even tho the universe will say that two men are meant to be, there are those who still are disgusted.

After all no one knows how or why the chest glowing is a thing, it just is. So who’s to say it is good or bad?

Roman is a strong believer in soulmates, after all he does love his fiance more than just about anything. He still can’t help this small feeling that something is missing tho.

Roman loves to go see plays during his free time, sometimes he accidentally rambles on about them on his radio show. Has gotten into a few debates with his listeners and even got his fiance riled up into joining one such debate.

Lives in a nicely sized homemade for two, plus a guest room at the insistence from Logan that they must have one, even tho neither of them really invite friends over opting to head to friends houses instead.

Logan:

Roman’s fiance. They don’t plan to get married any time soon, really just got the rings for people to leave them alone and stop asking if they were dating because their chests glowed.

Logan is the co-owner of the radio show with Roman. He rarely ever goes on air, he works mainly with their equipment and making sure they keep to a relatively to the same schedule every day.

He writes in his spare time, hasn’t really published anything yet. He’s more content to just share it freely online at the moment.

Insisted that they have the guest room just in case anyone does ever come over, because he will not allow anyone to sleep on the couch like a heathen.

Has a large bookshelf in their living room stuffed with books, most are his.

Patton:

I was thinking baker at first cause why fix whats not broken but then a better idea struck!!

A childcare assistant! He works at a children’s daycare, keeping an eye kiddos while there parents are at work.

He’s the kiddos favorite but ssssh, don’t tell any one.

He sneaks them extra snacks if they behave, or read them bed time stories during nap time to help them snooze.

Patton of course bakes and knits in his free time.

He lives in a relatively nice one bedroom apartment, with his plants.

Patton stumbles upon Logan, quite literally, in the library when he’s looking for a book to help him with his knitting. Several flustered apologies later as they dust each other off from the fall Patton realizes their chests are glowing!!!

It’s so exciting!! Patton practically squealed, with a startled Logan trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Let’s just say Logan panics and it takes some time for Patton to calm him down.

Once calmed down Logan tries to politely excuse himself and takes off. He of course goes crying to Roman, how could it be possible. He’s heard rumors of course of rare cases where people have glowed around more than one person but he never really thought it was possible.

This causes them both to freak out some. Later on of course Roman will get Logan to warm up to the idea, I mean its twice the amount of love come on. He can shower even more people in affecton! And this stranger sounds down right adorable so why would he complain.

Poor Patton isn’t sure what to do, so what’s he do well. He calls for advice to that wonderful Radio show of course!

Shenanigans ensue!

Virgil:

Virgil works with a small animation studio, making art and costume clothes in his free time. He made his patched hoodie after all.

Virgil isn’t all that confident in soul mates, just isn’t his thing.

He lives in a dingy apartment, makes magic work with just noodles and some left over meat. Is kinda broke if ya couldn’t tell. That’s why he has taken to a talent of recycling clothes and making something new out of them. Plus it fits his aesthetic.

Only ever leaves his house to visit his best friend Remy’s cafe. He’s allergic to the outside he likes to say while hissing at the sun.

Has Roman’s radio show playing as background noise most of the time. Found that one with the poor guy tripping in the library interesting. Poor guy didn’t get such a great first impression.

Virgil is visiting the cafe one day with his bro Thomas, chilling at one of the tables when Patton comes in dragging Roman and Logan in with him happily talking their ears off to try the stuff there.

Virgil definitely didn't stare for along time observing them, with all their own different attractive assets. He’s just people watching shut up Thomas.

It isn’t until later when the group sit down at a table that Thomas points out that Virgil may be glowing under his thick hoodie. Causing the emo to panic and off course hide that fact as the group seems to take notice of themselves glowing.

Let’s just say its one hell of a first meeting. Virgil could hardly talk through his gay panic when the guys finally realize he was the last one. Luckily Thomas is there to help him out, that little shit.

Deceit:

I like giving him the name Dean.

Surprisingly he’s soulmate’s with Thomas. Tho he doesn’t really do much about it, they’ve become QPPs.

Dee has known Virgil and Thomas since highschool, he was much more of a delinquent back than. The two, mostly Thomas has help keep him out of trouble for the most part.

He lives with Thomas, they have their own bedrooms. No one is sure what his job is.

(He’s a police detective, mainly works in homicide usually, but shoosh don’t tell it’ll ruin his reputation of being a heathen)

Just because he works with the police doesn’t mean he cares for the law, you wanna break a few rules you go right ahead child, here have a lolipop too.

He has a dark sense of humor, Oh you have a problem with some one just murder them!

Thomas- No! Dee- fine, a light stabbing then Thomas- NO!

He is protective of his cinnamon roll Thomas, and takes great pleasure in rilling him up.

Was able to convince Thomas to allow him to have two pet snakes, two ball pythons his precious babies.

Him and Remy can go on flirting with each other for hours those dorks. Its like a contest who can get the other to fall flat first.

Remy:

The man that embodies sass.

He opened a cafe, encouraging other people’s coffee addictions and satisfying those with a sweet tooth.

Knows every single one of these poor gay idiots and is watching with a bag of popcorn at their horrible attempts at romancing one another.

He an Emile are just betting one who does what and enjoy the chaos of the oblivious pinning.

The one to introduce Dee to Thomas.

Emile:

Of course he still is a therapist, what else would he be.Still obsessed with cartoons.

Is best friends with Virgil and Thomas. Is a bit weary of Dee, but what can ya do.

Absolutely adores Remy, that’s his sass man. They’ve known each other since childhood, practically declaring to mary each other with candy rings.

Remy and him are happily soulmates, living in a nice quite home.

They have a cute mainecoon named pumpkin spice, pumpkin for short.she sleeps with Emile’s stitch plush on their couch.

Emile is ecstatic to hear that Virgil found his soulmates when he tells him. Or even that he was talking to people in general that weren’t Remy, Dee, Thomas or himself for once.

Hopefully these new guys can get Virgil out of his house more often, he’s a little concerned about his vitamin D intake. Don’t tell me that mister, your not allergic to the sun!

Don’t know if I’ll actually write this at any point in time, feel free to use with credit i guess. Idk just sharing my ramblings.

#Cat posts #writing is hard #sander sides #soulmate au #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #deciet sanders #remy sanders #emile sanders #dr. picani #fanfic #sandersides fic #lamp #calm

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the-beastslayers-queen · 5 years

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Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 15

At last chapter 15 is here. Warnings: mentions of childbirth and lots of swearing. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @wwepoppunkprincess @balorrollinsambrose @bethany99stuff-blog @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @sassyspacedust and @afauss2009 if you want to be tagged, hit my inbox. Enjoy!

Colby

I was in a total panic. Not only was it way too damn early for Tyler to come, but I had no idea where the nearest hospital was to get Thea there as quickly as possible. I had to call in the cavalry on this. I needed my brothers to give me a hand. And the first one I called was Roman.

“Come on pick up,” I was pacing and pulling at my hair as I waited for him to answer the damn phone.

“Colby,” I heard the Big Dog groan, “Why the fuck are you calling me this late at night?”

“Thea’s in a ton of pain and I think she’s about to have Tyler,” I rambled quickly, “Can you get Dean and get your car ready to take us to the nearest hospital? I am completely lost here and I have no idea what to do?”

“Fucking Christ, Lopez I’m going to kill you if you don’t hurry the fuck up,” Thea screamed in pain as she leaned over the bed, riding through a contraction.

“I just heard Thea,” Roman was laughing and I could hear shuffling in the background on his side of the phone, “I’ll have Dean get the car pulled around. I’ll be down at your room in two minutes. Get a bag of some clothes and phone chargers and anything else you’ll need for the hospital. Now move.”

I hung up on Roman and grabbed my gym bag and emptied it out. I grabbed my phone charger and Thea’s before went into my suitcase to grab spare clothes for me. I then went into Thea’s things and I found her some clothes for later too. Once everything was packed, I went back to Thea’s side and helped her walk to the door. Roman knocked as soon as we had made it to the door.

“Thank god you’re here, man,” I gave him a huge sigh of relief.

“Not a problem, Uce,” he smiled before he turned to Thea, looking very concerned for her, “Thea, how far apart are your contractions?”

“About 25 minutes apart,” she panted, exhausted from all the pain she must be in, “I haven’t kept count.”

“I’ll carry her downstairs,” Roman scooped up Thea in his arms, “You handle the bags, and get your room locked up. Then I’ll drive us to the hospital.”

“I owe you one,” I told him.

“You’ll pay me back once we’re able to get the band back together, alright,” Roman began to walk towards the elevators, being careful with Thea as he went.

Alright thank god I had Roman drive us to the hospital. I was a fucking hot mess trying to calm Thea down so she doesn’t have her magic kill us on the car ride to the damn hospital. I mean she crushed my hand the whole ride and might have broken a couple of my fingers, but I’ll live.

Seeing as we were still in Santa Clara, I was able to get in touch with my mom and step-dad so they could meet us at the hospital. I wanted my mom here to meet her grandson, I knew it would mean the world to her.

I also gave Thea’s mom a call to let her know what was going on. Since she stayed behind in New Orleans, she told me she was going to get on the next flight out of there to come here to be with us for this.

Right now, I was in Thea’s room at the hospital. We were waiting for a doctor to come in and see what the hell is going on. My son shouldn’t be coming until next month, but here we are. And poor Thea is in massive pain. Oh how I wish I could take it all away for her.

“Where is the damn doctor,” I grumbled as I sat in the chair next to Thea’s bed, my right leg bouncing like crazy, “Your water broke on the way outside to the car from the hotel, so this is really happening. I am so scared for Tyler right now. Hell I’m scared shitless for you. I just got my feelings back and this fucking happens, Jesus Christ man.”

“Colby Daniel Lopez, you’re panicking isn’t helping at all,” Thea groaned as she rode out another contraction, “So for the love of all things good in this world, stop talking for five minutes.”

“Sorry for the wait, I had to get your file from you doctor in New Orleans, Miss Bartlett,” the doctor apologized as he entered, “So you said when you checked in your water had broken and you’ve been having contractions. Seeing as there is no way to prevent the little guy from coming early, I will look into getting you an epidural to ease the pain and discomfort. I’ll also get a check on how far along you are to see when we’ll have you push.”

After nearly seven hours, Thea was now at seven centimeters. The doctor said she needed to be at ten if she was going to push Tyler out. I had decided to let Thea rest and had my mom stay with her while I went down to the gift shop in the hospital to look at getting some clothes for Tyler to wear for when we were able to get him home.

Which I needed to talk to Thea about as soon as Tyler gets here. I want her and Tyler to come live with me in Davenport. I could have my mom watch Tyler once Thea returns to the ring again. I could even help Thea’s mom move up here if she wanted to, so she could help protect Tyler from Morrigan and the Authority.

But for right now, I just finished my shopping for my son and went back up to Thea’s room. When I arrived, I saw Thea’s mom had arrived and was getting right to work on getting Thea more comfortable. I gave a huge sigh of relief that her mom was able to get here before Tyler did. That was one less stress to worry about.

“Oh good you made it,” I sighed with relief as went to plop onto the couch under Thea’s window, “I thought you wouldn’t be here until after Tyler was born.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Colby,” she replied, “You look exhausted. Get some sleep. We’ll watch over Thea for you.”

It’s been twelve hours since Thea got admitted into the hospital. She had to be close by now. I was absolutely fried by this point. I was so exhausted, I was on my third cup of coffee at this point. I just could not sleep for the life of me, being too worried about Thea or missing my son’s arrival into the world if I fell asleep.

“My poor boy,” my mom was sitting with me on the couch, her arm wrapped around my back, rubbing it gently, “You look so worn out. You should have tried to get some sleep.”

“I know, Ma,” I groaned before taking a generous sip of my coffee, “But you know how I get when I sleep. I’ll be dead to the world in two seconds flat and I’d miss meeting my son.”

“Alright, Thea,” the doctor came in and I immediately got up to stand by Thea’s side, “I’m going to check to see if we’re ready for you to get little Tyler out.”

The doctor examined Thea and I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers with hers. If I looked exhausted, Thea looked half dead. She was in so much pain and discomfort and the epidural wasn’t helping her much at all. All I knew was once Tyler was here, I was going to let her get some sleep first.

“Well it looks like you are far enough along for us to go ahead delivery this baby,” the doctor went into the hall to flag down nurses. My mom went with Thea’s mom to go wait in the waiting room with Roman and Dean.

“Alright so Thea, we’re going to get the bed set up here,” Thea’s main nurse said as she came over by me, “And Colby, I’ll need you to come with me. We’ll need to dress and clean you up so you can be present for this, okay.”

I followed the nurse without question and got busy washing up my hands. Once I was done, the nurse got me into a surgical gown and gloves before getting a hair cap on my head and got a surgical cover for my beard. I groaned at getting my beard covered, but I bit my tongue from commenting on why I would need to cover up my trimmed down beard.

Once I returned to the room, I stood beside my girlfriend. She looked so drained and uncomfortable. But I knew we were almost to the finish line here. That soon we’d have Tyler and just pray he was healthy when he got here.

Thea

After pushing for nearly an hour, I was ready to just give up. I couldn’t handle all this pain and discomfort that Tyler was putting my body through. How my mother managed to make it through giving birth to not just me, but to my older brothers is beyond me. Hell, I felt bad for Colby’s mom pushing out two boys that turned into giants. If I knew any better, Tyler was going to be tall like his father, I mean I did dreamwalk with him two months ago.

“I-I can’t do this anymore,” I groaned, my voice weak from the screaming as I pushed, “I just can’t.”

“Thea you have to keep going,” Colby gave my hand a squeeze, “Tyler is counting on you, baby. You need to push so he can make it, okay.”

“One more push should do it,” the doctor said with confidence, “He’s already crowning.”

I waited for the signal and began to push the instant I was told to. I crushed Colby’s hand in mine as I put all of my strength into this last push. I wasn’t going to let up until I knew Tyler was here. Sure enough, after I pushed and let up, I felt a pop and then I heard the wail of a baby; my baby.

“He’s here,” the doctor announced as he handed my son to a nurse to wipe him down before placing him on my chest. I was in absolute tears as I cradled the tiny little boy to my chest as he cried.

“He’s beautiful,” I sobbed with pure joy and love as I held him. He was so perfect, his little face was all scrunched up as he cried in my arms. He had a full head of hair, just like his father. I was in bliss.

“He is absolutely perfect,” Colby kissed my forehead as he brushed my hair off of my sweaty forehead, “He’s everything we were hoping for and more.”

“We’ll take him to get cleaned up and get his measurements for his birth certificate,” my nurse said as she came to collect Tyler, “We’ll bring him right back to you to see if he is ready to try nursing.”

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” Colby gushed as he got a wash cloth wet at the sink near my bed to wipe the sweat from my forehead, “You brought a life into this world, and you didn’t give up. You also didn’t expose your magic. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Colby,” I smiled weakly, “I can’t wait to finally sleep once he’s fed and swaddled up.”

After Colby and I finally got some sleep, we allowed Roman and Dean along with our moms to come into the room to meet Tyler. I was so surprised at how quickly Dean got attached to my son. He wanted nothing more than to spoil the piss out of him and had accepted him into the pack. When Roman held him, he made my son look so tiny, but he too accepted Tyler into the pack right away and wanted to be the shield to protect him from any and every threat possible.

But seeing Colby hold his son; that had me in tears. When I first found out I was pregnant, Colby wanted nothing to do with me. But now, he was madly in love with me again, and was over the moon over his son. He was ready to fight a war if it meant no harm would come to his son. He wanted to be ever present in his life, unlike his own father. I knew Colby was going to be a great father.

But now that Tyler was here, now we had to talk about our future.

“Colby,” I looked over at my boyfriend as he was putting Tyler into his crib to sleep, “I want us to be together. If that means moving to live with you in Davenport, then so be it. I just ask that we bring my mom so she can place magical safeguards around our home to keep Tyler safe when I go back to the WWE.”

“You have a deal,” he replied before coming over to kiss me tenderly, “I’ll look for a house close to mine for your mom so she can live close to us. Maybe she can help my mom with my wrestling school while also caring for Tyler.”

“Sounds perfect,” I replied with a contented sigh.

#seth rollins x oc #seth rollins fic #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #fluff #werewolf!seth rollins #witch!oc #supernatural/occult!au #mentions of child birth #child birth #magic and moonlight

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huntertales · 5 years

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Part Two: Bow Down To The Queen. (LARP and the Real Girl S08E11)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate the mysterious deaths of two LARPers who were engaged in a game involving an actual fairy. While digging deeper into the game, the boys discover the queen of Moondoor is a familiar face they met just a few short years ago, an I.T. woman named Charlie Bradbury. Word Count: 6,915. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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A year and a half ago:

Taking down Dick Roman was a long and tedious process over the past year alone with a few casualties that the Winchester brothers didn't think would happen. But in this lifestyle, they knew not everyone lived long enough to see the ending of things. No matter how close they were. The brothers had come to that bitter reality after you passed on just earlier this year, leaving them to try and navigate things without you. The boys were left wondering if things might have turned out differently if you were here to help them. Figure out a better solution to their plan, do anything in your power to take down the Dick, no matter what you had to do. Or even be a helping hand for a redhead named Charlie Bradbury as she stood outside of the intimidating office that she worked at. Whose boss was none over than the Dick himself. The only person who could attack him from the inside out. The brothers sat in an inconspicuous looking van parked outside the building while Charlie stood just outside the front entrance, having every chance to go in there and get started on the plan. However it was her fears that were keeping her glued to the sidewalk. No matter how much the boys told her that everything was going to work out fine. She kept muttering to herself over the Bluetooth earpiece that she couldn't do this. She wasn't a spy. Sam decided that there was one way that he could get the redhead to calm down. “Listen, who’s your favorite ‘Harry Potter’ character?” Sam asked the woman. While the question made his brother give him a slightly weird look at where he was going with this, it made Charlie focus on her answer, which was the female hero of the series. "Hermione. Well, all right, did Hermione run when Sirius Black was in trouble or when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts?" "No, of course not." Charlie said. Sam had a feeling this angle would work for the woman, he continued on by asking what did the fictional character do. "She kicked ass. She actually saves Harry in practically every book. And then she ends up with the wrong—" “Stay on track.” Sam cut off the woman, making sure she kept focus. “Okay, so she kicked ass, right? So, then, what are you gonna do?” Charlie liked the idea of pretending to be her favorite character and doing what needed to be done. The adrenaline mere seconds ago only lasted for that long before her insecurities came crashing back down on her. "Hermione's an amazing fictional character I could never live up to. She can kick ass. I can’t. I’m just some I.T. girl whose in way over her head." Charlie mumbled to herself as she continued to pace back and forth outside the front entrance of her workplace. "I can't do this. I can't. I can't do this. I can't—"

"Charlie, hey. Calm down. It’s Dean." The older Winchester grabbed the phone from his brother so he could communicate with the woman while he stared at her from the monitor. An idea struck itself up in his mind as he thought about a way to get her to get her to focus. It was gonna take more time than he wanted to waste, and it was going to open up a nasty wound, but if she wanted confidence from a real person, Dean knew exactly who he could talk about. "So you're not like Hermione. She’s fictional. You remind me of someone we knew. Smart, tech savvy.” "Yeah? So?” Charlie asked him, her nerves getting the best of her that wouldn’t let her grasp the big picture. “Was she a badass who could sneak her way into her boss' office?"

“Yeah. And she did so much more. Her name was Y/N. She was our best friend. Very smart and smooth. Could get the hell out of anyone if they dare so looked at her the wrong way. And saved our asses a few too many times. I want you to pretend I’m her.” Dean said. “Okay.” “It’s kinda gonna be hard. All I can picture is you.” Charlie mumbled. “Can you give me a visual representation of who I’m supposed to pretend?” Dean felt his grip around the phone he was communicating to with the redhead tighten slightly. Not because he was growing annoyed at time he was wasting. But having to think about the woman he lost just months ago. Dean cleared his throat as he did just that. He went through the basic information that he remembered, from your height to your hair color. And then your eyes. Simple little features that made it feel harder and harder to speak. Months he spent trying to forget you and here he was, being reminded of every little detail he’d kill to be able to see again. "I remember when Y/N first started hunting with us. Very first case that ended up with me and her getting picked up by the cops. She was freaking out, thinking her life was over. Hover she ended up saving Sammy's life. And just a short while later she managed to fool two FBI agents who were hellbent on throwing me and Sam in jail. But you know what she did? She managed to fool them. I mean, we're talking 'Usual Suspect' twist that we didn't even see coming. Now this was a girl who was a lot like you.” Dean said. “Nerdy. Happy in her own safe, quiet life who was dragged into this life unwillingly. Who could never picture herself doing the things she did. But she managed to overcome all her fears and saved countless lives. Ours too many too count.” Dean found himself rambling on about the woman that made his heart beat faster and ache all at the same time. He found himself moving his gaze away from the small screen and to his little brother, who shared the same bittersweet expression on his face at the thought of you. “She was the real life version of Hermione Granger. And instead of ending up with ginger, she ended up with the better looking one. She was the only one that kept our heads on straight. Whenever I get overwhelmed I just think about her. And it makes me feel a bit better." "Oh." Charlie found herself losing focus once again on her worries that could go wrong and on the woman Dean had talked about. She could tell from his voice on the other line that this Y/N woman meant a lot to him. "She sounds like a total badass." "She...she was." Dean agreed with the woman. "And she would be sitting here with us, cheering you on." "Then where...Oh. Oh." Charlie felt the wheels start to spin in her head of the reason why he was talking about this Y/N woman in third person. Most of the time it was because the person was no longer with them. "She must have been a special woman to you."

“Hell yeah. Drop dead sexy and smart as hell, mixed with sarcasm as her first language—along with the God knows how many other ones she could speak. She was something special. We were engaged to be engaged, you could say. But that's no here or there. Just pretend that I'm Y/N. She'll be speaking to you and helping you get through this.” Dean told the woman. “Now you're gonna march yourself in there and kick some leviathan ass. Can you do that for me?”

The insecurities she had felt just seconds ago were replaced with the rush of confidence she needed to do this. The redhead nodded her head and headed for the doors of the office building, getting ready to kick ass in her own nerdy way. The Charlie Bradbury way she knew she was capable of.

+ + +

The Queen of Moondoor, who remained in perfect stillness on the police computer screen, was someone the brothers had met once before. It seemed they had met a few new faces while you were gone as they navigated through the year without you. Unlike Garth, she wasn't a hunter. She was someone who had accidentally gotten herself mixed up a situation after being asked to do her job. You turned yourself around in the office chair and leaned back in your seat with your arms crossed your chest, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to see who the redhead was. The boys told you her real name was Charlie Bradbury, an I.T. tech that once worked for Dick Roman. And that’s where the trouble started for her.

The story about how the Charlie and the boys met was nothing you didn’t experience before; girl got caught in the middle of risky business, girl asked to put herself in danger to help take down the monster. Which she agreed to do. But the story had a touch of humor. While you sat back and felt yourself growing a smile as Sam told you about how his brother had to help the woman flirt with a security guard, Dean wasn’t laughing along with you. He kept trying for you and Sam to focus back onto the case you were working on, you kept your focus on his brother as you put your index finger up to shush him for just a bit longer so Sam could finish the story.

"I told you never we were never gonna talk about that again.” Dean hissed at his brother, looking around the station to see if anyone else had eavesdropped on the conversation. You chuckled to yourself at how he was getting himself so worked up, he rolled his eyes from how you were finding humor in all of this. "It wasn't my finest hour. We had to...you know, settle.”

“Sette?” You repeated after the older man, exactly wondering what he meant by that. “How?”

"This, uh, sounds kinda stupid when I say it out loud...but we were barely managing without you. And Charlie was in a bit of a need of someone who was real. Who had done something like this before.” Dean said. You knew that Dean wasn’t the type of person who talked about his feelings openly and well for that matter. But you didn’t care. “So we told her about you and how many times you've saved our asses. I even went as far as to try and pretend to be you. Try to figure out what you would’ve done.”

You felt yourself falling silent for a moment as you stared at the two men that just a few short weeks ago you were yelling and fighting with every second you got. But here you were, trying your hardest not to let your smile grow too wide for someone to grow suspicious while you were here investigating. You compromised by clearing your throat and returning your expression back to a neutral one. However you let a smirk spread across your lips as you turned back around in your seat to face the computer and clicked out of the video now that you didn’t need it anymore.

"See? Shows us all that we're lost without one another. I told you both about a thousand times, but nobody listens to little old me..." You muttered underneath your breath as you finished up what you needed to do on the computer. Right as you were about to turn back around in your seat and face the brothers, you found yourself becoming frozen in your spot as your focus was ripped away from the screen at the sound of what could only be presumed as a scream. “What in the hell was that?”

While you and the boys were looking into the alibi Lance had told you about, you didn't take into consideration that suspicious deaths never took just one body. They always liked to wrack up a body count much high as they could until it was stopped. You and the boys discovered the yells had come from the very man you had spoken to just minutes before, who was broken up about his friends death, but healthy from what you could tell by just looking at him. One minute he was sobbing over his beloved friend and man in arms, now you watched as he got rolled out into a body bag by the coroner. You were just as confused as the rest of the police department about what could have caused Lance to start coughing up blood and how his eyes liquidated from his skull in the matter of seconds. The was no scientific explanation, no supernatural lead either.

“You’re gonna want to see this.” The sheriff said. He'd been here to witness the aftermath of his only suspect's death that came as a shocker to him. You followed behind the man as he lead you to another computer to pull up the security footage taken in the interrogation room. You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched the video of Lance play out almost like normal. But you found yourself fixating on when he started to itch his right arm only to pull up the sleeve. And just a split second later you saw Lance cough up the blood and splatter it all across the two-way glass mirror. "God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer."

You couldn't blame the man for feeling the slightest bit paranoid from what he witnessed. You found yourself wrapping your arms tighter around your body at the realization that you touched Lance on the shoulder right before his death. “No EMF, no hex bags, no sulfur.” Dean said. He was lost at what could have possibly been the reason behind all of this. “I got nada. What about you and Nancy Drew?”

“Watch the video again.” Sam seemed to have noticed the same thing you did when he bent over the desk and rewinded the video a few seconds only to stop at the part where Lance pulled up his sleeve. He zoomed in on the video so you could see what was on his arm. “There. See that? Same as Ed’s. I don’t know. Maybe they had matching tattoos. I mean, they were brothers in arms. You guys recognize it from anything?”

“A Tim Burton movie?” You asked, shrugging your shoulders. Your mind was growing blank from where you might have seen the symbol before in your time. Maybe it was related, maybe it was a small coincidence. “Aside from the mark of the creepy here, the only thing these guys have in common is LARPing.”

"Lucky for us," Sam said. "we know the queen."

+ + +

You weren't exactly over the moon with the idea of spending your afternoon traveling into the place where grown adults spent their weekends dressing up in costumes and pretending to be someone else. Not that you didn't do it almost every day of your life while taking on cases. When you did it you weren't having fun, you were trying to do something functional with your time. Not that you were a stranger of dressing up and pretending you were someone else. You loved doing it, when you were five. Maybe you were being a bit harsh on these people who were just here to have some fun and forget about their reality for a few days.

When you and the boys arrived at Moondoor the festivities were in full swing; all sorts of tents were set up along with colorful flags that represented the different kingdoms. People dressed in costumes that looked almost straight out of the time period they were pretending to be in walked around on the grounds, smiling and enjoying themselves. You looked over at both of the boys to see they weren’t exactly pleased themselves at where this case lead all of you. But it could have been a lot worse. You shrugged your shoulders before you started walking around among the people that made you feel like you were sticking out in a sore thumb from your modern clothes.

As you and the boys were walking the grounds, passing by tents that appeared to be all sorts of shops and food stands cooking medieval foods, you came upon the sight of an active story. You furrowed your brow slightly at how someone willingly would be put into a wooden stock so his hands and head were trapped. A man stood next to him dressed in a white and red checkered outfit, probably some kind of knight you guessed. “I, Boltar the Furious, bind you to this stock so that all of Moondoor may see you for what you are—a thief.”

“My shadow orc brethren will descend from the black hills and the tents of mo—” The man, who you could only presume was roleplaying as a orc from what you remembered from the video, went on about something. That was, until the fake teeth in his mouth fell right out and onto the ground. But that seemed no problem to be fixed.

You watched as the one pretending to be the knight punishing the orc stopped the game for just a moment so he could help out the man. He picked up the teeth up from the ground and dusted off any dirt with his gloved hand before putting them back into the orc’s mouth, who apologized for the inconvenience. Your face scrunched up slightly when he let the fake teeth be put back into his mouth without even washing them off and continuing on with his revenge speech.

“And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir—the shadow king.” The orc went on as a small crowd of began to grow to witness this “And you—”

“Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen.” The knight took out something from his satchel and threw it directly at the orc, cutting him off from whatever that he was about to say. You had to bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing at what you were witnessing. “And if you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice.”

"Excuse me, hi." Dean managed to stop the knight named Gerry when he started to walk away so you could have a quick word with him. "You are a LARPer, yea?"

“I prefer the term ‘interactive literaturist.’” He said.

“Right.” Dean said, not really caring what kind of term the kid like to use to justify whatever he was doing. He pulled out his fake badge and showed it to him. “I am Special agent Rosewood. These are my partners, special agent Taggart and special agent Crane.”

"Hold!" Gerry shouted. You furrowed your brow slightly from what was going on, causing you to lift down your arm as he pulled down his hood. It seemed there was a bit of miscommunication here. "Um, guys, we're not doing the whole genre-mash-up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month."

You smiled slightly as you blinked, “Come again?”

“Your fake badges, the cheap suits. It’s very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I’m telling you it’s straight-up Moondoor this weekend.” He said, presuming you and the boys were like everyone else here. You had never been called out like this in such an awkward way that made you feel like your cheeks were on fire. Sam tried to deny such a thing, saying the badges were very much real. But they weren't. Gerry took the badge out from Sam’s hand to inspect it. "Uh, yeah, they are, and they're very good, but, well, the I.D. number shifted to ten digits with two letters mixed in at the end of the year and the seal’s from last month. Really good work. It’s just that it’s a tournament weekend, okay, guys? So you gotta follow the rules. If there’s no rules—chaos.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes in annoyance as you shoved the badge into your pocket in realization it would be no use for you. “Resume!” Gerry shouted once again, pulling his hood back up to continue on with things in his character. “If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is always on the lookout for new squires.”

“Yes. Right.” Dean said. “Uh, we would like to see your queen now, please.”

“Well, the queen’s calendar is booked up months in advance.” Gerry said. “But if you wish to witness what’s in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak.”

It seemed if you wanted to get anywhere near the queen you were going to have to follow the rules and play along. You and the boys followed the direction of where Gerry, or Boltar the Furious as he liked to call himself, pointed you in of where you would find her highness.

You stumbled across a circle of people watching a sword fight play out right in front of their very eyes, their weapons made out of nothing more than what you could presume was memory foam spray painted silver. However it was up against two individuals heavy in the fight, swinging their swords and trying to hit anywhere that would be a fatal wound. You watched as one of them with their helmet covering their face. How they could see out of the thing was a mystery to you. But it seemed they could see well enough. They managed to grab a hold of their opponent by the arm and twist it just at the right angle where they made him drop to his knees and pointed their sword at them. “Yield! I yield!” He shouted his mercy to the knight before he could find his finish his fictional fate with a bloody end. You narrowed your eyes slightly as the person took off their helmet, revealing their identity. A long flow of red hair that stood out anywhere in a crowd came cascading down, making you realize who it was. She wasn’t a knight, she was the queen. She was Charlie Bradbury. The knight, down on his knees, stared at the woman in front of him. “I love you.”

"I know. Take your leave to my medical tent and attend to your...severed limbs." The queen instructed to the knight, allowing him to go free as he got up to his feet and headed off while Charlie directed her focus to her loyal subjects. "Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the goddess they have not fallen victim to fowl play. In their absence, the honor guard’s ranks are weakened. To join..." As Charlie conducted her duties and played out the role while taking small steps in a circle to scan the crowd, she found herself stumbling on a pair of two faces that made her feel like her heart drop into her stomach. “Oh, blerg. Uh...the queen needs some royal ‘we’ time. Talk amongst thyselves.”

Charlie wasted no time booking out of there, leaving her people behind rather confused as to what had gotten in to her. You let out a sigh as you followed behind Sam when he saw the redhead scurry off into one of the tents just a few yards away. Dean was right behind you, but he only made it about a foot before he found himself intrigued by the foam sword. He picked it up from the ground and examined it for a moment, mumbling to himself about how good the balance felt. You stopped in your tracks and hissed the man’s name, getting him back into the reality of things. He quickly followed behind you with the sword in hand. You shoved back the gold silk curtains that lead to the queen's tents that served as her quarters. You took a second to examine the place with its color scheme of gold and reds. It was rather nice in here. Too bad Charlie wasn't going to be able to enjoy it anymore. You stumbled upon the sight of Sam trying to talk to the woman while she started to hastily pack up a bag. “Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what. Now you killed her, too.” Charlie said. She began taking off her outfit and shoving the pieces into her bag. Dean tried to apologize to the woman, but all he could get out was two words before the redhead was turning around and pointing a finger at the man. “No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figure, ‘Hey, it’s all good.’ And I was fine. I got my life back. Now you’re here...with some complete stranger I’ve never met before.” Your lips drew into a smile when you saw Charlie’s eyes wander away from the two brothers when she realized that there was someone she hadn’t met before. You could tell the question of who you were was rolling around in the back of her mind. Before she could ask, you opened your mouth and decided to do it, hoping that it might help calm her down. But you were quickly cut off before you could even try to get out a single world. “You know what? Doesn’t matter. I’m not gonna be around long enough to remember your name. No offense. If you guys are here, monsters are here.” Charlie said. She turned back around and began to pack up the last of her things. “Why do I have such bad luck? What am I— some kind of monster magnet?” The redhead quickly turned back around to face the three of you, her question made a rush of paranoia rush over her. You opened your mouth once again to say something, but she spoke up first. “You know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken...or dying. So, I’m dropping my sword and walking off the stage, bitches. Have fun stormin the castle.” "Charlie. Carrie...Or whatever the hell your name is! Stop!" You shouted at the woman when she went storming past the three of you, passing along the crown to the older Winchester so he was now wearing it. Charlie only managed to draw back the silk curtain before you stopped her, the curiosity of your question was partly the reason why she stayed. "Don’t you think it’s kind of rude for a queen to rush off without asking a stranger’s name?”

"Fine. I'll bite." Charlie said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Who are you?"

"Charlie, I'd like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N." Dean formally introduced you to the redhead while he took the crown off his head and placed it onto yours. "Y/N, this is Charlie Bradbury."

“Wait. Like...the Y/N?” Charlie felt herself momentarily forgetting all about the reason why she was trying to run away at the sight of you. You gave her a warm smile as you tried to give her reassurance that everything was going to be fine. But her own smile began to fade as her mind remembered one small detail. She was now staring at you like you were some kind of ghost. “But, I thought you were supposed to be dead. And you look very undead. Not that I would know what a dead person would look like. Or want to, for that matter.”

"It's okay. I'm not dead. Never was. They thought so to up until a few months ago. But your friends on the other hand. Greyfox and Thargrim—Ed and Lance—they're not missing. They're dead." You told her the unfortunate news about her fellow knights. You watched as her face dropped into a panicked dread from the situation she was being dragged into once again. “Now, you want to stick around to hear the long version of what we have to say? ‘Cause far as I can tell you’ve got about two options. You can run like a coward. Or you can be a true queen and stick around to defend her kingdom before someone else gets killed.”

Charlie had a feeling she didn't have much choice in the matter of what to do. The four of you sat around the table and began to discuss what happened to her two fellow friends, all of the gruesome details made her appear queasy and unsettled. You offered a small smile as an attempt of some sort of apology. All of this was a lot to take in. But it was the things she needed to hear since it was going on in the very grounds she was speaking the weekend in.

“Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again.” Charlie said, her reaction made you chuckle quietly at her nervous ticks from how she was handling all of this. "So what do you think did this?"

“Well, aside from the mark and them both being LARPers, there’s really not much else to go on.” You said. You pushed over the crime scene photograph of the mark on Ed’s arm for Charlie to examine. “We were wondering if this might look familiar to you.”

"Wait, I've seen this before. It's a celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game." Charlie said. "Does that help? Can I go now?"

“It’s a start, but no.” Sam said. He lifted up his arm up from the table, stopping the woman from trying to sneak out of here and running for the hills like she wanted. “Listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?”

“Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen’s ever-shrinking army.” Charlie said. You repeated after the woman, wondering if her running streak of accidental coincidences wasn’t just that. "My kingdom had a lot of bad luck lately, probably 'cause of me, but maybe it's tied to this. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?"

“They have any enemies in common?” You asked her.

“In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though, they had tons of enemies.” Charlie explained to all of you. She got up from her seat and headed over to another table with a map displaying the fictional world of Moondoor and the army that controlled certain areas. "Red reps are the followers of the moon—my peeps. Green for elves, blue's for Warrior's of Yesteryear, and black's for shadow orcs—total d-bags. This weekend is the battle of the kingdoms to see who wears the forever crown. This weekend, every fraction is definitely an enemy of me and mine.”

"You know, if you, uh..." Dean cleared his throat as he tried his hardest not to make it seem like he was losing focus on the case. He'd been examining the map and mentally figuring out how to help Charlie out with her shrinking army. He pointed a finger down at the red plastic figures that represented her people and gave a helpful tip. "...move your arches back and your broadswords men to the west..."

“Huh. Like the warriors. Hey, good call.” Charlie found herself losing focus for a moment about the entire situation herself when Dean engaged her into fixing her strategy. Both of them talked among themselves for a moment, having no clue Sam was growing annoyed while you looked on at the both of them becoming so engaged in all of this. “What about the southern wall?”

"Guys." Sam finally spoke up, breaking his brother and Charlie's concentration away from the fictional world of Moondoor and back to the situation at hand. Both of them apologized as Charlie focused back again, however Dean found himself tempted to move the toy sized catapult forward. The redhead nodded her head in agreement when Sam went on talking. "So maybe someone from one of the other kingdoms got ahold of real magic and started using it to weaken your army."

“But why not just come after me?” Charlie asked. “And why the escalation?”

"All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here." Dean instructed to Charlie, coming up with a plan of action all on his own. "We don't want you to get hurt."

“Whoa, wait.” Sam said, stopping his brother from letting him do such a thing. It seemed he thought the idea of letting the redhead out of their sights wasn't such a good one.“Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her."

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords.”

“We need all the people we can get, Dean. People are dying.”

“My point, which is usually yours,” Dean continued on to argue with his brother by going with the plan that normally his little brother always liked to do. You let out a quiet sigh as you rolled your eyes in frustration from how they were acting. “Is that she should get somewhere safe and back too her normal life.”

"Okay! Okay. Before we waste more time over this petty argument, how about we handle things this way? You two work the case, I'll keep an eye on Charlie and work the odds and ends. Unless..." You proposed an idea that met everyone in the middle about a possible plan of action. You looked over at the woman to see what she had in mind, knowing this all depended on her decision. "Unless...you want to leave and get the hell out. The decision is completely and totally up to yours. Don't let this two idiots pressure you into doing anything you don't want to."

"I want to leave." Charlie said. You nodded your head at your decision while Sam seemed a bit annoyed at the sight of her leaving so soon. And while Dean was basking in the glory of winning the argument with his brother, it only lasted for a few seconds before the redhead continued on speaking to finish her thought. "But the queen...she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying.They can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it."

You raised your brow slightly from the way she was taking charge and putting herself in danger like this for the sake of making sure that people didn't end up like the rest of her friends. You gave her a smile when the both of you made eye contact from the bold move she made. However your concentration was broken away when you heard your phone go off. You shoved a hand inside your jacket pocket and pulled out your phone, excusing yourself for a moment so you could take this. The conversation was brief and exchanged few words with the sheriff when he called you up with an update on the case. You nodded your head as you thanked him for the information and hung up the phone, ending the conversation quickly as it started.

“So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing.” You informed the brothers and Charlie as you put your phone back into your pocket for safekeeping. “But the medical examiner said his body showed cleared signs that he was killed by belladonna.”

Dean and Charlie seemed to have been familiar with the name, but their mind went in a whole other direction when they spoke both in usion. “The porn star?”

Sam found himself staring at the two of them while you cleared your throat, wondering how this conversation turned in a strange direction that you honestly didn't expect coming. How they had came to that conclusion was all of their own doing. But, no, sadly to this dismay a porn star wasn't responsible for these supposed accidents and killings. “The poison.” You muttered the answer to Dean and Charlie, making them realize what you were really talking about. You rolled your eyes before continuing on speaking. “However, they couldn’t find a trace of it in his system.”

“Just like they couldn’t find ropes in Ed’s apartment.” Dean noted, finding a pattern here.

“Charlie, I’m gonna need to borrow your laptop.” Sam said.

“There are no laptops in Moondoor.” Charlie said. The boys gave her a look of disbelief from how this was going to make this a bit more complicated for all of you. "What? There are rules. But there is a tech tent four tents down."

"Okay. How about you guys go canvas," Sam suggested. "and I'll dig into these accidents and this mark?"

“Sounds good.” You said. As the younger man made his way towards the exit, you couldn't help yourself but bring up the no electronic role in a sort of joking manner. “Send a carrier pigeon if you need help.”

Sam thought your joke was the least bit funny as he flashed you a sarcastic sort of smile before disappearing out of sight. You looked over at the two remaining people, wondering how this was gonna go. "Okay. Besides the fact that I'm meeting the Y/N Y/L/N, which by the way, you're like a total legend. And I'm kinda freaking out being in the same room as you. I mean, I thought you were, you know...dead. But you're not. Which is awesome.”

“Yeah. I’m happy being back, too.” You agreed with the woman as you felt yourself growing a smile at the sight of her growing rather...well, giddy at the sight of you. "The boys told me you helped them take down Dick Roman? Now that’s a story I want to hear."

"Totally. It was hilarious. And super scary all at the same time. Obviously I’m gonna need the full wiki on where you have been hiding out for the past two and a half years. Dean practically chatted my ear off about you while I was breaking into Dick's office." Charlie said. You found yourself slowly looking over at the older Winchester, who was growing a bit embarrassed at the truth that the redhead slipped out from her mouth. Dean smiled slightly as he shrugged his shoulders, as if he was denying such a thing. You ignored him and directed your attention back to Charlie. "But first, you and Dean are gonna have to ditch the suit if you're gonna walk and talk with the queen."

You had only known Charlie for all of a few minutes, but there was something about her that you found oddly refreshing. From her personality to small quirks you picked up about her. She seemed like someone who was a lot of fun and yet at the same time was a bit like Dean in some ways. And it was refreshing to be spending some time with a person that wasn't a hunter or whose last name was Winchester. You followed behind Charlie as she directed you towards her duffel bag that she threw back to the bed so she could find some clothes for you to change into. Dean followed behind as he felt himself growing a smirk at the idea of taking part of this. You sat down on the bed and watched as Charlie got to work while Dean waited around.

"You can change over there." Charlie said, handing over a stack of clothing along with a few other necessities to help you blend in as she pointed over to a room divider that fit the decor of the room. As you headed off, Dean looked towards the redhead with a raised brow, trying his hardest to hide his excitement as he waited for her to help him out. "There's a tent three down from mine. One of my peeps can hook you up. Tell them the queen sent you."

"Oh. Uh..." Dean found himself suddenly starting to panic slightly at the thought of you and Charlie being together for the next few minutes. "I'll just come back here after I’m done?"

"Yeah. That's kinda how it works." You said, "Unless you need help finding your way around."

"Nah. Nah...I'm good." Dean mumbled. "I'll be back You girls don't have too much fun."

Dean started to make his way to exit the tent, and not even with his back turned and one foot out the door, he heard you strike up a conversation with Charlie. A few seconds later he heard a chorus of laughter. He began to grow nervous at the things you were about to tell him. And the things Charlie might slip out. When two women got talking, there was no way of knowing what they were going to discuss. But he found the sounds of your laughter comforting at the same time. He didn't know the last time you made that sound, and seeing Charlie made him realize that not too long ago he didn't think he was ever going to be able to hear it ever again.

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