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Slithering Into Your Heart [MHA]

Amajiki x Male Reader

Name: not addressed, will be mentioned with ______

Age: 26

Quirk: Snake - can do anything a snake can (heat vision instead of regular human vision), scales along his body, sensitive to temperature changes, has a hood around his neck that expands out just like a regular cobra snake does, venom gathers in mouth when in ’fight mode’

Appearance won’t be specified, allowing for any sort of imagination, physical features will be described though

Set in the future, Amajiki is 22 years old

warnings: physical aggression, cursing, mention of blood, alcohol use, slight panic inducing situation, reader is older than Amajiki, slight suggestive themes towards the end [not quite warning: fluff, admiration from both characters]

Reader is a King Cobra. Due to fear of the poison constantly flowing through their body, not many hero schools would take them and in the end, they didn’t continue their education beyond middle school. They were considered too dangerous to keep around other students.

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For the umpteenth time that week, a sigh escaped his lips after washing away the venom in his mouth in the bathroom sink. He couldn’t stop it from happening. It was just something that his body produced because of his quirk, and though it wouldn’t kill him, it could definitely kill someone else.

Now he could proudly say that he’d never needed to kill anyone before, but not a single soul would believe him. Why would they? He looked like a villain, he had a quirk fit for a villain, and he could very well make a wicked villain if he so chose to.

But he didn’t.

He stayed in the shadows of the actual heroes and just watched them, intrigued by their work and wishing he could be there among them. They were admirable, and every so often, a small spike of jealousy would overcome his heart.

He couldn’t exactly blend in considering he had the bottom half of a snake and the hood of the King Cobra around his neck and up along the side of his jaws. A nasty and terrifying sight for anyone that dared look in his direction when said hood opened up to reveal the wing of bones that held its shape.

A snake quirk could either be a blessing or a curse for the user born with it.

Considering the nights were starting to get a little warmer and more people would stay out late, the streets were starting to pick up on thugs and smaller villains causing mischief in the area. The apartment he lived in was close to a couple of bars and restaurants that stayed open until around 4 in the morning. Most nights, he’d spend some time in the bars and keep watch over the small group of people that would frequent there. These folks were used to him being in the bar until close and the bartenders never had any issue with him, possibly because they’d seen every kind of quirk user out there. He was no different than the next person with a quirk.

Tonight wasn’t any different, but he still needed to make sure he wasted all his venom before leaving his home. As harmful as it could be, that was his main source of protection.

He also didn’t want to accidentally spray someone with his venom and cause a scene, confirming the occasional whispers of ‘he could turn into a villain any second now’ from civilians.

He liked the people in his neighborhood though. They minded their own business and never got into squabbles about silly things with the locals. It wasn’t extremely close to the bigger cities, to which he was grateful for because that just meant less stares and less nasty rumors being spread about him.

It was just a little past midnight when he slithered into the bar, getting comfortable in one of the booths off towards the side of the building away from the dance floor. A few cocktails in and he was about to close his tab when two figures entered the bar.

They were both familiar faces due to being well known heroes, but one of them stood out to him the most. The purple haired male who came in with the larger male drew him in for some reason, his eyes following the male to where he and his friend seated themselves in one of the booths.

He swallowed his saliva as the scales along his arms quivered, almost in the same wave of how goosebumps would cover a person’s skin. ______ stared for what seemed like hours, taking in the hero’s features.

Gentle face and bashful, covering most of himself with the hooded cape he wore, his eyes casted downward at the menu on their table. He didn’t seem very talkative either, since the other hero, whom he was sure was named Fatgum, was doing most of the talking in their conversation.

-

The bartender that was serving ______ his drinks noticed the intense stare he was giving the purple haired hero, a knowing grin spreading on his face. The Naga male’s pupils expanded slightly, more round than they were slits. He noticed how his posture became more proper and could only assume this was the male’s first time seeing Tamaki in the bar.

“Amajiki Tamaki,” the bartender smiled knowingly as he was cleaning a wine glass.

____ heard him speak but the words didn’t quite process in his head. He was too focused on the pretty hero who had caught his eye. Once it finally registered that the bartender had been speaking to him, he looked over with raised eyebrows, indicating he was unsure of what he’d said.

“That’s his name. Amajiki Tamaki, also known as Suneater.”

“Suneater.. I’ve heard the name once before.”

“He’s camera shy and tends to avoid the public’s eyes. Doesn’t like the attention,” setting the glass cup down and picking up another one as he continued to carefully wipe it dry and polish it. “Seems he caught your eye, eh?”

Taking a deep breath before glancing over at the shy hero once more, he nodded his head. “I’d like to admire him from afar if he’s not comfortable around people, as you say.”

“Why don’t you attempt talking to him first before making that decision? You two are more similar than you think.”

____ shook his head in disagreement. “I doubt that. He’s a hero, someone respected and looked up to. I’m considered dangerous and borderline villainous.”

“Trust me, you’re anything but that.” The bartender set down the glass cup in its designated place before leaning against the countertop, “you’ve helped my bar multiple times these past couple years. Stopping bar fights and destruction. I couldn’t ask for a better patron than you. Doesn’t matter what your quirk is or what you think of yourself, you’re a good person on the inside even if you don’t show it.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he allowed the words to sink in before looking back over to Amajiki. “Do you really think it’s a good idea if I go over?”

“Why not? What’s stopping you aside from your own confidence levels?” As if jinxing themselves, a sudden crash and shattering of glass could be heard from across where the two were, heads turning towards the commotion. Another bar fight, probably over something stupid again. “I guess that could hold you back.”

“I got this one,” taking a sip of his cocktail, the naga slithered over to where two men, one fairly large in size and the second having more muscle mass, were sizing each other up.

His pupils returned to slits, allowing his sight to shift into thermal detection. The larger male had more alcohol in his system since he was more flushed towards the top portion of his body versus the muscular man. If he needed to reason with anyone, he should probably focus on the muscular guy first.

“Hey,” he called out as he got within a three foot distance form the two men. “Knock it out, will you? This is a bar, not a fight club.”

Both men didn’t bother even glancing over at him as they started shouting profanities at each other.

“You wanna go, pussy!?”

“Let’s go, dickhead! I can take you down anywhere, anytime. You fat fuck!”

The larger male threw a punch at the other, missing his target in his drunken state only for the second man to throw his own punch, hitting the larger man directly in the face. A shout of pain from the man as he collapsed and knocked over the table he’d been seated at, three more glass cups shattering on the ground as people started to gather around them and watched the bar fight.

Nose bleeding and his lip split, he held his nose in pain as blood trickled down from between his fingers. Unable to stand up form the pain he was in, he stayed on the ground as the second male went to attack him in a furry, fist raised once again.

_____ wasn’t going to let the hit reach its target. In the blink of an eye, he’d grabbed the man’s wrist in a tight hold, the grip threatening to snap his wrist.

“The fuck?! Let me go, you punk ass monster before you have some of what he’s about to have!”

“I dare you to try,” he spat out in a threatening tone. “I will snap your wrist if I need to. Either leave on your own or you can get thrown out with a broken bone.” Not caring about the threat nor heeding his warning, he tried to escape the grip he was in once again, trying to snag his hand out of the tight grip.

You asked for it.

_____ made sure there was no one directly behind him before using his other hand to grab the front of the man’s shirt and with a heave, he tossed the man over his head and slammed him to the ground. A heavy thud from the muscled man as the air got knocked out of his lungs, he could barely wheeze out a groan before the naga grabbed his ankle and started dragging him out of the bar.

He didn’t care how many people had gasped, how many took videos on their phones, or the look of what he could only assume was fear in their eyes. Well, that was a slight lie. He did care, but he also couldn’t focus on how people would view him right now.

Opening the front door of the bar, he tossed the man out, quite literally, onto the sidewalk, letting him roll onto his side and slightly curl up in pain, struggling to get oxygen back into his lungs. “I warned you. Don’t come back or the next burst of pain you’ll feel is my fangs in your arm and venom seeping into your veins.”

As much as he disliked using his quirk to frighten people and manipulate them into doing as they’re told, it usually did the trick. People would listen. The fear of the threat of death typically increased the amount of fear in the person’s mind, and he could see how the person’s entire body would heat up. This allowed him to see how effective his threats were and whether he needed to resort to more physical methods. In this case, that’s what he did.

Watching heat flow through the man’s face, assuming it was because of embarrassment of being humiliated in front of so many people, the naga slithered back into the bar. The hissing sound of the door closing behind him was the loudest sound aside from music playing in the background. So many eyes on him, he shifted his gaze to the ground before looking at the bartender, silently asking for help to avert everyone’s attention away from him.

The bartender nodded his head before lifting up a glass cup and lightly tapping it with a metal spoon to gain people’s attention. “Alright folks, go back to what you were doing. We’ll send a cleanup for that section. Just avoid it please.” As the people in the bar started to slowly disperse, the bartender called for an ambulance for the injured man, running to get him a cloth for his bleeding nose.

-

Amajiki and Fatgum had watched the fight from a distance, Fatgum impressed with the way the snake man had dealt with the situation. Although it was a little more forceful than expected, it was effective. “Wow, that was an interesting turn of events and we didn’t have to do anything!”

Not even a response from Amajiki as his gaze remained on the half-snake man who had stopped the fight, fairly quickly. He didn’t know how he was feeling right now, but it was almost similar to how he viewed Mirio, looking up to him as a role model in his life. But this was a little different.

He felt his cheeks warm up at the sight of the naga. His stance was confident, his method effective, and not once did he hesitate, even when physically he was a lot less muscular than the man he’d manhandled. It was admirable.

As if reading his mind, Fatgum nudged Amajiki in the side, grinning widely with a cheeky glint in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you look at another person like that before. Are you finally interested in someone after all these years?!”

That caused his whole face from the neck up to flare up a dark red, hiding his face further in his hood. Neither denying the comment nor confirming it, Fatgum only snickered a little as he ate some of the delicious steak the restaurant portion of the bar had served them. “You haven’t tried to get close to anyone before. Why don’t you go and talk to him? He’s not that different from you!”

Amajiki stammered over his words, “I-I can’t approach- n-no, I can’t. I-I’m not as- I don’t have- I don’t- I don’t- I-I can’t-… I don’t have the confidence for that. You- you know this..”

“Then how about I go to him instead?”

Eyes widening in fear of being rejected the way Mirio had done so many years ago, he gave Fatgum a pleading look. “D-d-don’t- don’t do that. I-I can’t..”

A sad sigh escaped Fatgum as he gave up trying. Amajiki was too bashful to even approach his friends sometimes. He could only imagine how he’d react if he went up to a complete stranger, but while being teased, the bashful male only glanced away from the naga once. Peering at him from under the hood as his reddened cheeks remained flushed.

-

“He’s looking at you,” the bartender gave him another cocktail, this one containing a mixture of vodka and bacardi with pink lemonade, chilled and iced with lime juice towards the top. A strange mix for a cocktail for anyone else, but the strong flavor was just enough to give him a buzz.

One good thing about his quirk was that his sense of taste wasn’t powerful, but his sense of smell made up for it. He could smell prey from miles away.

He wanted to look over his shoulder at the beautiful hero again but was slightly nervous about making eye contact with him. What did the hero think of him? He just witnessed how _____ had thrown a full grown man onto the ground then kicked him out of the bar.

“He’s probably thinking I’m some sort of monster.”

“Hey, don’t say that. You’re not even seeing the look he’s giving you.”

“You’re trying to tease.”

“No, quite serious actually. I’m seeing a hint of admiration and curiosity in his eyes. Trust me, I’ve been a bartender here for years. I can recognize most gazes people make and decipher it. I’m telling you, this man is giving you the most bashful look of adoration I’ve seen yet.”

The naga felt the scales on his arms and the sides of his jaw rattle as if they were goosebumps spreading across his body. His eyes gazing at his drink as if it held the answers he was looking for.

“I can’t do it,” he started chugging the cocktail, the burn of jalapeno flavor mixed with alcohol stung the back of his throat, but he couldn’t care less. They were heroes. He was just a civilian cursed with this dreaded quirk. “I’m going to keep my distance for now, but.. Maybe if he stops by again, I’ll think about it.”

-

Three nights back to back, he saw the two heroes again. Same pair, same bashful expression on the dark haired hero, and still he didn’t have the courage to go up to them.

The following week, Tamaki and Fatgum appeared at the bar four out of the seven days, and he had yet to make the first move.

_____ took in the sight of the beautiful hero and sipped quietly on his fourth drink of the night, two weeks after seeing Tamaki for the first time. There was just something about the hero that made him feel all sorts of ways. Forget butterflies in his belly when there was a whole zoo in there.

He desired nothing more than to wrap him in his arms. How their hands would feel intertwined. The curiosity of what his voice sounded like. What it would feel to finally make eye contact with him and take in the soft expression on his face.

“If I see you ogling that hero one more time, I’m going to drag you over there myself,” the bartender replaced ____’s cup with another drink, this one slightly more alcoholic than the previous ones. “You two have been eyeing each other every night and neither of you are making the first move. Come on, _____. Man up and go talk to him.”

“It’s not that easy. Have you seen me? I barely know how to hold a conversation for longer than a few minutes, I’m covered in scales, half of my body is reptilian, and I create venom in my mouth. Who’s going to want to know me more than just an acquaintance?”

“Suneater, if you gain a backbone and actually talk to him. He’s not the best at conversations either,” the started cleaning a wine glass, polishing it then gently setting it down on a towel upside down before going onto the next glass. “Listen, you might not think highly of yourself, but most people in this bar appreciate what you do. Ever since you moved into the neighborhood, my bar has become a safe place for people to relax and enjoy themselves in.”

_____ leaned his head against his propped up hand on the counter. “Because I’m half monster.”

“No. Because you’re territorial and know how to help people, even if you don’t like admitting it. You’ve got good qualities,” the bartender leaned over the counter before pointing at Tamaki. “And I bet he’ll think so too. Just give it a shot. You’ve both been undressing each other with your eyes. Just, go say hi and see how it goes. For my sake if not for your own.”

Scales rattling along his arms and the sides of his face, getting nervous all over again. He may be a big tough naga, but he was still human on the inside. Eventually he gave in, rubbing his forehead before dragging a hand down his face.

This wasn’t something he wasn’t looking forward to at all. The outcome was anything but predictable, and it could go one of several ways. There were multiple outcomes that could occur. If he could have the option to rewind time right to this specific moment, the second this didn’t go in a pleasant direction, he’d take the opportunity in the blink of an eye.

“If this goes south, you owe me three of your strongest drinks, cocktail or not.”

“Deal,” _____ took a deep breath and turned in the direction of where the two heroes were seated.

I’m going to fuck this up royally.

Slithering towards them as he avoided eye contact with the dark haired male, _____ stopped just short of their table.

-

Fatgum nudged Tamaki in the side when he saw the snake man gazing in their direction again along with the bartender. “Come on, Amajiki! Just give it a shot! You’ve been single since forever. Live a little, ask him out for a drink!”

He knew it was like talking to a brick walk when suggesting it, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease a little. Amajiki’s cheeks flushed a dark red once more as he avoided looking in the direction of the man who’d caught his eye. “N-no, I can’t- y-you know I can’t do something like that..!”

“It doesn’t mean I can’t keep teasing you- Oh!” Eyeing the male who started slithering towards them, a cheeky grin spread across his face. “Don’t look now, but- actually nevermind, you should probably look because your crush is heading this way.”

Amajiki felt like the flush on his face spread through his entire body as his wide eyes remained focused on the table in front of him. He dared not move, not even breathe unevenly.

The silence between them was heavy and awkward, neither knowing what to say nor how to make eye contact.

-

Finally swallowing down his nerves, _____ spoke. “Hi, I…- I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you at all, but-.. I’ve noticed that you two have been frequenting the bar recently and I’d- I’d like to introduce myself to you.”

With a cheeky grin, Fatgum got up from his side of the booth. “As much as I would love to stay and chat, I’ve got somewhere to be right now, kid! The name’s Fatgum! Take care of my partner here, will you? It might be a few hours before I get back. See ya!” And with that, he abandoned Amajiki and made a run for it. He didn’t have anywhere to really be, but this was the only way to play matchmaker for Amajiki.

I know how to fight. I don’t know how to do basic human interaction.

“I uhm..” A bead of sweat rolled down his scaly temple as he struggled to find the right words. “I.. I’m sorry- if you’re not comfortable, I can-“

“W-wait-!”

Amajiki’s mouth moved faster than his brain did, his flustered self finally making eye contact. “Y-you can.. sit down with-… sit with me.”

Seating himself across the hero or at least trying to make himself as comfortable as possible in the booth, he tried not to make him uncomfortable. His eyes remained on the tabletop.

Should he be straightforward with why he was here in the first place? He was very obviously attracted to the man in front of him, but if he beat around the bush, he might lose his chance of dating Amajiki.

“I want to make my intentions clear,” he said as he made eye contact with the dark-haired hero, keeping his voice leveled but just clear enough to be heard over the music being played from overhead. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you each night here in the bar. I’m attracted to you, and I know little to nothing about you as a hero aside from your hero name, Suneater.”

Okay, introductions were kind of made, his intentions were partially voiced, and he kind of expressed what he was doing there.

“I was hoping I could do more than just buy you a drink tonight?”

-

As awkward as their first encounter was, he didn’t need to say much more for Amajiki to understand what he wanted out of their conversation.

The first week, they continued to meet up at the bar every night after Amajiki’s patrols were done.

To anyone else, knowing that they hadn’t gotten very far in introducing themselves and their lives to each other, would have been considered either excessively slow or they were uninterested in each other. For two people who have very low social skills, this was progress that was steady for both of them and comfortable too.

They made small talk every so often but mostly just enjoyed each other’s company. _____ found out that Amajiki had a high tolerance to alcohol due to his quirk, even higher than his own, and he swore to challenge the hero to a drinking competition one day.

The first month rolled by and Fatgum was even inviting _____ over for dinner every so often with him and Amajiki after their patrols. Of course, his true intentions were to tease the new lovebirds, although neither one would budge on telling him any of the details about their date nights.

Towards the end of the second month, they were finally on a first name basis. Amajiki was less bashful about holding his hand now, but the two of them agreed to try and keep this out of the public’s eyes. However long that was going to last, considering news reporters loved being nosey, they were going to cherish it while it lasted.

_____ found he liked wrapping the tip of his tail around Amajiki’s wrist. It gave him a sense of security and the hero didn’t seem to mind it much either.

They were starting to introduce the other to their personal lives, and for tonight, Amajiki had invited the hybrid over to his place to stay.

-

Though he didn’t wear shoes, he still had to make sure the underside of his scaly belly was clean before slithering inside the house from the front door. Amajiki had gotten used to the difference in bodily anatomy, though sometimes he still had questions to ask, to which the hybrid was always pleased to answer.

“Are we watching any specific movie tonight?” He asked the hero who was now slightly flustered as he balanced on one foot.

“W-well.. I was- I-I was hoping to do something more than just… more than watching a movie.”

That got his attention quickly, his scales quivering with anticipation as he waited for Amajiki to finish.

“Y-you wanted to uh- s-see my quirk in- in action. I wanted to show you how it works.”

The two of them sat down on the couch in Amajiki’s living room facing each other. He held in one hand a plate with meat on it. “Anything I eat, I can turn a body part of mine into that of my food source.”

Using chopsticks, he picked up the meat on the plate and ate it fairly quickly. “It sometimes takes a few seconds,” he set the chopsticks and plate down on the little coffee table next to the couch.

“Is it painful for you?”

“N-no.. A little strange but never painful. It just-.. I-It just takes some getting used to when it’s a new food I’m eating.”

When Amajiki finally felt his body ready to transform, he focused his mind on the body part he wanted. Imagining the appearance, slowly, the lower part of his body started molding into the necessary appearance.

_____’s normally slitted pupils became slightly enlarged in size when he saw the full transformation. Amajiki’s lower body was the same as his own, half snake.

His scales were brighter in color than his own, smooth looking and gentle on the eyes. If he dared to admit, it almost looked like the hero was trying to appeal to his taste. Not that he had to.

Immediately his expression softened and he almost looked a little dopey at this point, forked tongue sticking out from between his lips to taste the air. For normal snakes, pheromones couldn’t be tasted in the air, but because they were still partially human, he could taste it clearly in the air. It was so sweet, so desirable. He could practically get drunk off just the taste.

“You’re so delectable..” His muttered words reached the hero’s ears and caused a dark flush to cover his face. Amajiki watched him lean forward and place their foreheads against one another, his eyes hazy and clearly not in the right headspace to be speaking sober.

“You smell so good. You look so beautiful… I’ve never met anyone like you before and I don’t want to let you go.”

His words only flustered Amajiki more and more.

“I-I thought I could-.. I wanted t-to show this to you a-as a gift..”

“I adore it. So very much. You are so beautiful.” If he wasn’t already smitten by the dark haired hero, he certainly was now. “You did this for me?”

“Y-yes..”

”Can I do something for you in return? It’s a little selfish.”

“I-I don’t mind.”

He wrapped his lower body around Amajiki, their tails intertwining as he laced their fingers on one hand together. Pushing Amajiki onto his back on the couch, he buried his face in the hero’s neck and inhaled his human scent, mixing with the snake pheromones.

A small surprised gasp from him as the naga placed an open mouthed kiss on the soft flesh at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

He felt his pulse race at the delightful sound, desiring to hear it again. His voice low in tone, “Please, let me mark you. Can I mark you as mine?”

Amajiki felt his head was spinning rapid circles yet somehow, between all his own thoughts clashing with each other, the question that _____ asked, immediately registered in his mind.

Mark him..

That was something that, if he understood correctly, wasn’t done lightly. It was a powerful symbol, almost like a mating mark was. Maybe that’s what this was, a mating mark. But did such a pretty human really want to mark him as a potential lifelong partner?

“I can smell the doubt coming off you, Amajiki,” a string of kisses being placed from ear to the underside of his jaw. The touch was so soft yet so sensual, a shaky breath escaped him, gripping onto the hand that was interlocked.

“W-why me?”

“Why not you?” A pause as the naga placed another kiss on his jaw. “I’ve enjoyed our time together the past three months.. I adore every second we spend together. You’ve become special to me, and I want everyone to know that you’re off limits.”

Another kiss to his jaw as the naga hovered above him now, waiting for a proper answer.

He may be innocent in all other aspects, but admittedly, Amajiki had been curious what it would feel like to touch him. Actually touch him. What his scales would feel like if they were overheated, what his voice sounded like when it was thick with desire, whether his pupils dilated or remained slits.

”… W-will you go slow?”

“However slow you want me to go for you, Amajiki.”

“You won’t regret it?”

“I will never regret claiming you as mine.”

“Can I hide the mark?”

“I will mark you somewhere that’s for only our eyes.”

“Can… Can I mark you as well?”

He could feel the way that question affected _____. He felt the way his body squirmed just slightly, the way blood rushed through his tail, how his scales quivered. It almost looked like he was holding back from letting his eyes roll to the back of his head. “I would beg you to claim me if you didn’t already ask.”

From the moment they started dating, Amajiki had never made the first move on anything. He always waited for the older male to go first, letting him do the guiding in the relationship. Age was a slight contributor to that, but Amajiki didn’t have the courage to do things first. The first interaction, first time they held hands, first night sleeping together, first dinner date. The naga was the one to initiate all of that.

He wanted to try and give back, even if he wasn’t initiating it.

”C-can I kiss you?”

If he could put to words what _____’s expression was describing to him, it almost looked like he melted a hundred times over, his pupils dilating into an oval shape and a pink hue dusting his cheeks. If Amajiki were being honest, this was the first time he’d really paid attention to his lover’s face like this.

Lover… He liked how it sounded to him, how it made his heart flutter.

”Getting a kiss from you would make me force the world to bend for your every desire, Amajiki.” A bashful smile on his lips, he reached up with his free hand and gently cupped the man’s scaly cheek, letting his thumb run over the texture and committing it to memory.

Did he always have such pretty scales?

Were his eyes always so focused on him and solely him when they were together, as if he was the only to exist?

When was it he admitted to himself that he found snakes attractive?

Whenever Amajiki let his heart accept the man before him to create a place in his heart and allow him to cherish moments like these, he would hold those grateful thoughts to himself and instead, enjoy the moment as their lips molded into a much desired kiss.

Maybe Fatgum was right. Maybe he should have let go the second they entered the bar that night. But he was happy that he had a friend like Fatgum to make sure he didn’t miss out on precious moments like these.

He’d have to thank him later. In a couple of years.

[corruptedpoltergeist]

Binge read the last five chapters cause I've been having a full schedule for a whole two months and something, but WOW oh my gosh, these chapters were so intense and climatic, I was on edge the entire time! Poor Drea! Losing one of the babies! I have a sneaking suspicion that Dani was probably behind it because of what she said in one of the earlier chapters. The build up of the plot till now has been like a wild roller coaster at Cedar Point. Love it, as per usual!!

The Padackles Link-Chapter 36

CATCH UP HERE

The next morning, nurses come and take Drea for more testing and I wander down to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. In a daze, I take the hot beverage and sit at one of the empty tables in the corner.

The cafeteria is mostly empty, a few people sitting  variously throughout the room. The outer wall of the room is made up of floor to ceiling windows, giving a view of the outside terrace and the parking lot past that. Ample viewing to see those who are coming to visit loved ones or those who are to be seen by the staff there. I drink my coffee and watch birds fly around outside, landing on the deserted terrace looking for remnants of food left from previous meals ate there. I think back to what I have learned in the last 12 hours.

One of my sons died. No other way to word it, he died. The doctor had explained to Drea and me that most likely he had had some type of undiagnosed abnormality or possibly something as simple as the cord being displaced. Whatever the reason, we had lost one of our sons and Drea was taking the news hard. Not to say I wasn’t. I also was grieving and mourning the life of the son we would never know. But I knew I had to be strong. I had to be calm and steady to keep her stable and secure. I would be there for her through all of this. Nothing was going to take me away from being her rock in this trying time.

As I’m finishing my drink and contemplating getting another, I see a familiar face walking through the lot. Jared and Gen are walking hand in hand toward the entrance so I stand up, throw my cup in the trash bin and head toward the front of the hospital to meet them.

As soon as they enter, Jared lets go of his wife and pulls me into a bear hug. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, hoping but miserably failing to keep the crack out of my voice.

“Came to check on you and Drea.”

“Thanks man,” I say, wiping my hand down my face. “But I mean what are you doing in Texas? Why aren’t you on set?”

“Gen called me and told me what happened. I talked to everyone and they decided to put a halt to filming for the time being. I got on the first flight home. You didn’t think I was going to let you go through this alone, did you?”

I chuckle. It’s true. Jared and I have had each other’s backs since we met 9 years ago. “I appreciate it.”

“How’s Drea holding up?” Gen asks.

“She’s–she’s not good Gen.” I tell her honestly. “They took her down a little while ago to do some testing and stuff. I don’t know. I can’t remember, it’s just all garbled words in my brain.” I continue, hanging my head in defeat.

“Hey hey,” Gen says, pulling me to her petite frame and hugging me tight. “Don’t do that to yourself. You’ve had a lot to be concerned about. And I know you are trying to be the strong one, not show your emotions. Let it out Jay.”

I placed my forehead on Gen’s shoulder and did just as she said, I let go. Tears fell from my eyes and I let them. I felt Jared put his arms around both myself and his wife and we just stood there while I cried. Cried for the son we had lost, cried for Drea, cried for myself. When the tears were gone, I pulled away from their embrace and wiped my face.

“Let’s go back to the room and wait,” Gen suggested. I nodded and they followed me to the elevator to take the three of us up.

Drea is surprised to see Gen and Jared when she comes back to the room. Although she doesn’t say much I can tell she is comforted by their presence. Her words from last night swirl in my head. “I can’t do this, Jay. I can’t do it. I’ll understand if you leave me. I couldn’t keep your son safe. I know there is no way you can love me anymore. I let your son die!”

Her cries broke my heart. I kept reaffirming to her I wasn’t going anywhere, that we were going to get through this tragedy together. But today she hasn’t looked at me much. I’ll catch her watching me but as soon as our eyes meet she looks away. It’s like she is watching and waiting for something I know will never come. I will never, ever leave her to deal with this alone. I will never leave her period. I love her but right now I just don’t know what to do to prove it to her.

I was glad Gen was here to help keep Drea from spiralling down into the depression hole that I wasn’t sure she’d ever get out of if she got there. Gen kept Drea preoccupied by talking about different things as I sat across the room and watched, keeping a conversation with Jared. Drea’s eyes would periodically look toward me but she refused to make eye contact. It’s like she was checking to make sure I was still there.  

There was a knock on the door and we all got quiet. The doctor peeks her head and looks around the room before fully entering. She timidly smiles at Jared and I before turning her attention to Drea.

“Mrs. Murphy, I have your results. Would you like some privacy for me to go over these with you?”

Gen immediately gets out of the chair that is beside the bed and she and Jared leave, telling us they’ll be around. I take Gen’s place beside Drea and grab her hand, lacing our fingers together; preparing ourselves for whatever results we were getting.

“We did some testing, to see if the surviving fetus was viable. If they had shared the placenta, we would’ve had to keep an extra careful eye on him to make sure that he didn’t develop the same abnormalities and even possibly pass away also. Thankfully they weren’t.  We did an amniocentesis to check his genetic makeup for any possible impairments and/or defects. That also came back clear,” the doctor explained, a small smile on her face at the good news.

“We couldn’t for sure maintain that your surviving son won’t be affected by the deceased one but I am going to give you a copy of all your test results to give to your primary ob/gyn, who can sufficiently explain the next steps and the steps you need to take to ensure a healthy and to term pregnancy.”

I felt the tension leave my shoulders and I sighed in relief. “How long do we need to stay in the hospital before I can take her home?”

“I want to keep her here for a couple more hours just to make sure that none of the procedures we performed are going to cause any problems with the fetus and then if her fluids stay up, I can discharge her in the late afternoon. Are you going to be able to stay with her and keep her calm and relaxed? She needs no stress or any type of anxiety. It could be detrimental to her and the baby.”

“Yes. I’m planning to stay with her until we can get further accomodations,” I tell the doctor. Drea finally turns her head and looks at me, wide-eyed and confused. I squeeze the hand that I’m holding and smile at her, letting her know I am here for the long haul.

I help Drea into the apartment and to our bed, Jared and Gen behind me making sure neither of us need any help. I assist her in changing into something other than her uniform; it had been what she arrived at the hospital in and the only thing she had to wear once she was released.

“Are you comfortable enough? Do you need another pillow? Blanket?”

“I’m fine Jay. I just need to be alone,” she tells me while staring out the window across the room.

“I’ll just be in the next room with Jared and Gen. Yell if you need anything,” I say, bending down and kissing her forehead. She never moves. I stand up and walk toward the door, turning and looking at her one more time; Drea is more focused on the world outside the apartment than what is going on inside. I slump my shoulders in heartache and walk out. I know she is grieving the loss but I just wish she would open up to me, not keep it all bottled inside.

Jared and Gen spend a couple more hours with me; I know they are as concerned about me as they are about Drea and I appreciate the effort but I just want to be alone and take in all that has happened.

Once they leave, I find Drea asleep once again. She never called for me or asked for help. I wonder if she will recover. She is 26 years old and not only has she lost her husband but now her son. Was this going to be too much. Would this break her? Is she going to be able to endure the rest of the pregnancy, knowing that she would be giving birth to only one now?

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D'aaaawwww this was real cute! Loved all the little moments and since I'm a huge sucker for angst, you get double points on this one!

The Padackles Link-Chapter 32

A/N: Look at me go! Three updates in one weekend…..I’m on a roll. LOL Be sure and leave me feedback here. We’ve had smut, fluff, and now it’s time for some good ole angst!!! 

“Audrea Marie Murphy,” I look to the minister standing in front of me. “Do you take this man, Jensen Ross Ackles, to be your lawfully wedded husband? The have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, ‘til death do you part.”

I turn and look to my right and smile into those dazzling green eyes. “I do.”

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 29

Chapter 28

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me tightly. “I love you Jay. I don’t hate you. I was mad, hurt and confused.”

“Why did you think we were going to work it out?”

I pull my phone out and open my messages, showing him the message I had received. He read it and I could tell by the grip he had on my phone that he was enraged, livid even. “That bitch!”

TPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPLTPL

The truth hit me like a ton of bricks. The message that had sent me off the deep end hadn’t even come from him.

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I'm gonna just say that I almost cried cause of the way Drea was exposed and I wasn't expecting it yet and now that it's happened, I'm heartbroken for her and I hope Dani comes to a mutual agreement with Jay

The Padackles Link-Chapter 27

Chapter 26

I’m frozen to my spot as I feel the tears flow down my face. I just lost my two best friends. I just lost the man I had finally opened my heart to. After years of being closed off after losing my husband in a car crash. Jensen had easily caused me to open up and let love in again. And now it was gone, Sayonara!

I know he loves me. He’s shown me in his own way. But to hear that I had had a part in his wife’s deception and helped her obtain the paternity test results she needed. It had turned out for the best, Jensen did father JJ, but for him to find out that there was even the possibility of anything otherwise; yea, that had to have been a surprise!

I wipe my eyes as best I could and walk to the kitchen. I reach for the cabinet above the fridge and pull out my bottle of Jameson and a tumbler glass. I pour the whiskey into the glass and watch it swirl from the shaking of my hands. I shoot the drink back, feeling the burn on my tongue and down my throat. I lift the bottle to pour another but decide against it. I bypass the glass and put the bottle to my lips. Carrying the bottle to my room, the sight before me stops in my tracks. The comforter and sheets are rumpled and the pillows are thrown haphazardly against the headboard, evidence of mine and Jensen earlier tryst. I sit on the side of the bed and grabbed one. Jensen’s cologne permeates the cushion. I pull it tighter to my body and bury my face into it.

The tears come harder and faster and I finally had to throw it across the room. I slide off the bed, my ass hitting the floor. I lean back against the frame and lay my head over the edge of the mattress. Bringing to bottle up, I take a long swig, hoping it will burn the pain away.

I don’t know how long I stay there, crying and drinking and mourning lost love when there is a faint knock on my front door. I ignore it,  I’m not in the mood to entertain anyone. But I hear it again, a little louder so I stumble to a kneeled position, using the bed to help myself up. In my liquored-haze, I stagger through and hastily throw the door open.

Jensen is standing there, looking stressed and despondent, tears filling his eyes and escaping down his face. He has a bag in his hand and a suitcase by his feet.

“Baby, can I stay here until hiatus is over?”

I open the door wider to let him in. He picks up his suitcase and carries it in, sitting it beside the couch. I stand there, watching him move about my apartment. He’s back. He come back to me! I shake those thoughts out of my head as I see his shoulders fall and hear him audibly swallow..

“Jay, what happened?” I ask him, tentatively.

“I think my marriage is over,” he answers through sniffles. I go over until I’m standing in front of him. I envelop my arms around his neck, pulling his head to lay on my shoulder. “We’ve both been unfaithful and now she’s trying to use our daughter to keep me home. Our daughter! My baby girl. Dee had the audacity to threaten a custody battle if I left but after finding out that she cheated on me, I couldn't’ do it. I know I’m being a hypocrite but I just couldn’t look at her a second longer. She is not the woman I thought she was. I will fight her tooth and nail for JJ but I’m done.” I feel his arms snake around my sides and he tugs me close. “I told her I was leaving and she begged at first but when she saw that her crocodile tears and pleading wasn’t working she got nasty.”

I reach around, snagging his hand. I lead him to the bedroom where the half bottle of whiskey is still sitting in the floor. The seriousness of the last few moments have sobered me up but I know he is hurting and I want to try to help any way I can. So I sit back down in the spot I was in and drag him down with me. Picking up the bottle, I take a sip and then hand it to him. He takes it and brings it to his lips, taking a hard, long drink.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do Drea,” Jensen says quietly. “I know we both are at fault but she…..”

“I know,” I whispered. “I know Jay.”

“What if JJ had not been mine? What would she have done then? Would she have continued with a lie, letting me believe she was?”

“I don’t know, Jay,” I tell him. “I really don’t, But let’s not worry about that. She is yours and that’s all that matters. Yes, she cheated and slept with someone but so did you.” He opens his mouth to speak but I hold my hand up to stop him. “I know it’s not quite the same thing, there’s not a child involved but still. You made love to me while still married to her.”

He looks at me with those green eyes full of despair. “I love you, Drea. You’re right. I made love to you because I’m in love with you. She told me,” he pauses to take another swig. “She told me he was just a drunken fuck. It didn’t mean anything to her. But how? How could she just sleep with him and it not mean anything?”

“People do it all the time Jay,” I tell him, trying to be the voice of reason.

“Other people maybe,” he sighs. “But, I take sex seriously. I don’t just sleep with whoever. It has to mean something here,” he says pointing to his chest. “I’ve not been with many women but every one has meant something to me. Hell, I could be like Dean and have a woman in every city in two different countries. Fans throw themselves at me all the time.”

Even though I don’t get the reference, other than that Dean is the character he plays on Supernatural, I can’t help but snort. “Brag much dude?” I giggle, bumping my shoulder into his. That gets a small smile on his face.

“Yea, well it’s true.”

“I know sweetie. I know.” I drape my arm around his neck and pull him closer to me. The gravity of the situation seems to lift with that and he lays his head on my shoulder. His phone rings, pulling us apart and squirms to get it out of his pocket. I see Dani’s name on the screen so I stand up and walk out of the room to give him some privacy.

In the kitchen, I can hear his voice but can’t make out what he is saying so I busy myself with finding something for us to eat. Even though, neither of us are in the mood for it I know we need to. I haven’t eaten since before breakfast at the diner.

“I don’t care what you say!” I hear him yell. “Yes, I’m at Drea’s and I’m staying here until I go back to set.”

Silence. I know she is probably chewing him out for coming to my apartment, instead of going somewhere else, like to Jared’s.

“You wanna go there? Really? Go ahead, let’s see what happens.” He screams and then I hear the telltale sound of his throwing his phone against the wall.

Jensen joins me in the kitchen and I hand him a bottle of water. No more alcohol needed tonight, the dire circumstances and decisions needing to be made called for clear heads.

“I’m sorry baby,” Jensen says, taking the bottle from me.

“Hey,” I respond. “Don’t do that. You are not the only one to blame. I’m as guilty. I knew she cheated, I knew there was a chance that baby wasn’t yours but I kept my trapped shut. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me.”

“No, Drea. Don’t do that. You were just doing what she asked.” Jensen approached me and caught me up in a hug. “I just can’t believe how far you went to get those results. Dating the doctor. Who, by the way, still pisses me off how he treated you!”

I smile, he can’t see it but his unrelenting urge to protect and defend me warms my heart. But that’s just how Jensen is. He cares for and guards over those he loves.

“I love you Drea,” Jensen says and then kisses the crown of my head.

I lift my head, cleaning my head to look in his face. “I love you too.” I tiptoe to reach his lips, giving him a quick kiss. “But there is nothing to eat here.”

He smiles at me and winks, “Oh but there is!”

My face flushes and I slap his chest. “Food! There’s no food here you dork!”

Jensen bellows out a laugh, it echoing off the walls. “Let’s call something in and watch a movie. I need to be distracted for a while.”

I agree and we settle on pizza. While I call in the order, he grabs my laptop to find something to watch.

The movie ends,  pizza box empty except for the crusts I don’t eat. Jensen shuts off my laptop and lays on the bedside table,as I yawn.

“Sleepy, pretty girl?” he whispers.

“Yea,” I tell him. “Today has been a long day. And I have work in the morning.”

“Then we better get you in bed,” he noted, reaching down and pulling the sheet over our bodies. “Come here, baby. “

I moved into his open arms, settling my head into the crook of his neck. “What are you going to do while I’m working?” I ask.

He sighs, “Gonna try to go talk some sense into Dee. She’s still threatening to sue for custody. I just hope I can talk her into some type of mutual joint care.” He sighs again and I feel him tense up. I raise my head up and look at him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“If she agrees and I get to see JJ and I’m hoping get to spend time with her away from Dee, I’d have to bring her here,” he explains.

“And?” I really didn’t see the problem.

“And, I didn’t know how you’d feel about that,” he tells me. “This place isn’t exactly kid-friendly.”

“Of course, I would be okay with JJ coming here. I love that little girl with all my heart.”

“Ok. I promise we’ll stay out of your way,” he stresses. “And it’ll only be a couple times probably, until I fly out back to start filming.”

“Jay no,” I quip. “You absolutely will not be in my way. I want to be involved. That little girl means the world to me.” I grin up at him, meeting his eyes. “As does her father. I love you Jensen “I-don’t-even-know-your-middle-name” Ackles. And neither one of you will be in my way. This is your home now.”

He smiles brightly. “It’s Ross, Ms. Audrea “I-don’t-know-yours-either" Murphy. And I love you too.”

I place my head in the crook of his neck again, kissing there, and whispering, “Marie.”

We go to sleep cuddled together,  my head on his shoulder, arm across his waist and his arm around me, his hand holding my shoulder, pulling me close.

The next morning I grudgingly leave Jensen sleeping in my bed, spooned up to my pillow as he had hugged me all night, to go to work.

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Unwind

Pairing: Slight Sherlock x Reader

Author: @realgreglestrade

Words: 1,231

Warning: None

Author’s note: So it’s been a while! I keep starting my notes like that but it’s true! Sorry for the lack of posts, writing hasn’t been a priority of mine currently and it doesn’t come easy. But I’m making progress with another fic and Got Her which will be posted soon (hopefully)

92. My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door because no one wants to see you pee!

95. Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of Bitchcraft and Misery

97. I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games

After a tough case and lots of drinking, you came to realize that drunk Sherlock was your favourite Sherlock. You’ve never seen the detective drink as much as he had that night. Not even during your Uni days when you managed to lure Sherlock away from his books. John and Sherlock came back after a long and grueling case before deciding to open a bottle of wine that Sherlock stole from Mycroft, which then lead to another bottle… then more.

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Loki: *smiles proud* well I did brother, I made sure it was short and sweet

You: you yelled listen here you little shit I have feelings for you and it’s about time you acknowledge them…from the roof

Loki: it worked though

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Turn the Page (Part 2)

A/N: So here is Part 2 of what I’m calling my “Hiatus Story”. Each chapter will be the title of a song. Part 1 was Trying to Live My Life (Without You). You can read it here.

Getting off my knees, I stood tall. I wasn’t done, this wasn’t over. Dean Winchester was not going out like this. His legacy would not be that he gave up! I was willing to fight for him, for us, for our child! Come heaven or hell, I would fight to get that douchebag angel out of my man.

 I wiped the tears from my cheeks and turned toward the Bunker. I couldn’t look at any of the faces inside so I turned to the garage.

Slipping into the backseat of his car, his prized possession. Baby. Baby had seen it all.

She had been witness to that first night when all I thought I was getting was a good lay. A man would could make me forget, albeit temporarily, just how fucked up my life was. A stranger that I’d never see again.

Baby had also witnessed the breakdown I had the next week when that same stranger who had rocked my world appeared and asked me to leave with him; had promised to help me kick my nasty habits and turn the page.

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Trying to Live My Life (Without You)

A/N: Got this song stuck in my head and came up with this.

Update: I think I might turn this into a mini-series during the hiatus.

Nothing could have warned me all those years ago that my heart would be broken. Hell, for the longest time I didn’t believe I had one.  Partying, drinking and fucking, that was my life. Smoking up to 5 packs of cigarettes a day, glass of wine always in my hand. That’s how I got through the days. The nights, I’d really live it up at whatever dive joint I was closest to. Find some poor soul to spend time with, take home, or the back alley if it was more convenient, and let them use and abuse my body to take their frustrations out on. It didn’t matter if it was my mouth, my pussy or my ass as long as the dick got me off.

I was a broken woman when I climbed into the backseat of that black muscle car, or so I thought. I never dreamed that letting the tall, built, bow-legged, green-eyed man have his way with me would build me up just to break me worse than I was.

“Hey!” I said, sitting beside him at the bar. I was already 4 or 5 bottles of wine in before I had even entered the bar.

It was a busy night, I’m sure, in this Podunk one-horse town. The jukebox was belting out the tunes, people were dancing, shooting pool, and just milling about talking. The lone man in the layers of plaid at the bar drew my attention first.

First off, he was alone. I mean, not that I would have turned down a man and woman, I’d done that before. But tonight I wanted a dick to fuck me, and only me. Threesome was always all about sharing. And tonight I was selfish. I wanted all the attention.

“Well hello,” Mr. Green eyes responded. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, turning toward me on his stool. Yep, he was interested. I could tell by the way those emerald orbs raked over my body.

“I could go for one, sure.” I answered, putting on my best smile.

He signalled the bartender for two beers and turned back to me.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

I had to control the laughter that was bubbling inside. “That’s the best line you have, Mister?”

“Not a line, sweetheart. You are gorgeous!”

The way his voice hitched and the sparkle in his eyes made my heart beat faster. He acted as though he believed the lies he was spewing.

We sat at the bar, drinking. Not much chit-chat between us. We had upgraded to shots of whiskey and after 3 I was ready to claim my prize.

Leaning over, I whispered in his ear while running my fingers through his dirty blonde hair. “Wanna get out of here and do something fun?”

He grabbed my hand, pulled me across the floor and out the doors. He lead me to a sleek, sparkling black car parked near the unlit part of the lot. Best place for a good romp in the backseat without drawing too much attention.

He quickly unlocked and opened the back door, standing aside to allow me to get in first. What a gentleman,  I thought. Hope he is an animal in the sack though because I have a itch that I’m sure he could scratch if he put those gentlemanly ideals to rest.

That night had changed my life. Dean, as I learned was my conquest’s name, made me remember what it felt like to be worshipped and admired. What it was like to be praised and respected. Dean made me feel like a woman, someone to be cherished.

Climbing into the backseat of that car changed me. Restored not only my faith in people but my faith in myself. Now here I am, 10 years later, questioning it all. Questioning life. Questioning love. All because of six words. The six words that changed my life forever.

“What if you had your sword?”

When he spoke those six words, my heart crumbled. It didn’t break, it shattered. No amount of glue or tape was going to be able to put it back together. Losing Dean to his own stupidity was something I knew I’d never be able to survive. Standing in the war room, along with Cas and that dick of an archangel, Michael and hearing Dean so freely give himself up was devastating.

“Dean, no!” Cas and I exclaimed simultaneously.

Dean paid no mind to our demands. He was locked on to Michael.

“I am your sword. Your perfect vessel,” Dean insisted. “With me you’d be stronger than you ever been.”

“Oh, I know what you are,” Michael smirked.

“If we work together, can we beat Lucifer?” Dean asked the bleeding archangel.

“Dean?!” I begged, trying to gain Dean’s attention.

“Can we?!”

“We’d have a chance,” Michael proclaimed.

“Dean, you can’t!” Cas demanded.

“Baby, don’t do this,” I implored as Dean turned to look at us.

“Lucifer has Sam. He has Jack. I don’t have a choice!”

He turned back to Michael. “If we do this, it’s a one-time deal. I’m in charge. You’re the engine but I’m behind the wheel. Understand?”

Michael looked at Dean with delight. The archangel tilted his head and smiled. “Sure.”

Dean nodded his head and turned back to the angel and me.

“Cas, this is the only way to beat Lucifer. There is no other way. I have to do this.”

Cas shook his head and turned to look at me. Tears were falling down my face and I could not take my eyes off of the man in front of me. The man who had save me! Changed me for the better. Showed me life was worth living. Love was worth having. But now, here he was, sacrificing himself, for “the greater good”.

“Baby, it’s the only way,” Dean said as he reached for me. “I become his sword and we get rid of the devil for good.”

My voice was non-existent. I couldn’t say anything. I just looked into those jade eyes that had made me fall in love. Made me want to better myself. Made me want to live. There was so much desperation and agony in them.

“I know,” I whispered. Dean took me into his arms and pulled me tight against him. The feel of his body next to mine, his arms around me broke me out of my trance. “Don’t do this. Don’t give in. I can’t bare to lose you. We need you. All of us.”

“Sam needs me to save him. I don’t care what happens to me. I care about what happens to my little brother, what happens to you. If I do this, we can live in a carefree world. No monsters, no hunting. Just you and me. I love you.”

“No, don’t you dare say that!” I cried, pressing my face into his chest. “Don’t you dare trust him. He won’t hold up his end of the deal.”

Dean pulled me away and leaned down to kiss me. “I have to.”

I watched as the love of my life, my savior, turned to the archangel and the two became one. Suddenly the man before me was no more. Gone. Just vanished! I finally looked to Cas who had a look of despair on his face, his blue eyes dull and somber. I ran up the metal steps and out of the bunker door. I couldn’t catch my breath. My chest was burning and I felt my world falling in all around me. I fell to my knees on the ground and sobbed. I realized I’d never see Dean Winchester again.

This was the beginning of the end. But, I knew I had to try. Not for me, not for Cas, not even for Sam, Jack or Mary. I had to try to live my life without him for the tiny little heart beat that pulsed in my stomach. For him or her, I’d try.

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Black Panther (2018) dir. Ryan Coogler

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Yaaay! You are in college! But... what's up with life?

Life is college. College is not life xD

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Ah! Okay! Mind if I ask with what? ^♡^

Life, college, life and probably life :')

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What does that mean?

Basically, I've been busy :')