#and then again when sam tries leaving him in the mansion

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (20)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, romance, a little angst

Indecent Proposal (19)

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“Doll, stop tugging at the dress,” Steve tuts. “You look beautiful tonight. Let’s head downstairs. Our guests are waiting for us.”

“The dress is beautiful, but I feel like a whale,” you huff and look down at your body. “I’m getting bigger…”

Bucky puts his hand on your swollen belly from behind. “You’re getting even more beautiful, Y/N.”

You look in the mirror again. Bucky is right, you look stunning in the gown they chose for you.

“Even a princess would fade in the background next to you,” Steve tries to get you to follow them. They decided to throw a party to celebrate your pregnancy and wedding.

You bite the inside of your cheek. The last time you felt like a princess, the night ended terribly. So, this time you are afraid to even let yourself appreciate the beautiful woman in the mirror who stares back at you. 

The ceremony was beautiful, and you are more than happy to carry Steve and Bucky’s babies. Still, you are afraid of the future.

Can your feelings and love last in their world? What if anyone wants to ruin what you built with your husbands?

“What’s on your mind, pretty doll?” Bucky whispers in your ear. His eyes meet yours in the mirror. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared, and…I don’t know. I love what we have, and the babies but…” you sniffle. “I can’t help it. I’m afraid to lose it all. With Scott…I didn’t care if things would end. It’s different now.”

Steve cups your face to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Baby, we won’t leave you. You’re our wife. No matter what the law says. You are ours, and we are yours.”

“It’s not—” you choke on tears. “You or Bucky. I’m scared that other people will try to ruin everything for us.”

“Is this about Rumlow?” Steve softly asks. “We told you to not worry about him. He’ll never get close to you or our babies. Before we let him get close to you, we will break every bone in his rotten body.”

“Steve!” Bucky grumbles. “We do not discuss such a matter in front of our lovely, pregnant wife.”

Steve ignores his husband’s comment. “I tried to calm our wife. She needs to know that we won’t let anything happen to her, or our children. Not now, not ever.”

“What about you two? Can you promise me that you won’t get hurt?” You sniff. “I cannot lose you.”

“You won’t,” Bucky stops you from crying. He soothingly runs his hand up and down your back and murmurs your name. “We promise. You have us, now and forever.”

You sigh as the mansion is crowded with people you don’t know.

You saw a few familiar faces. The blonde geek your husband’s hired to take care of the new security system, or Sam, one of their confidants.

“Buck, can you hold my water?” you whisper in Bucky’s ear. “I need to pee.” He chuckles when you tell him that one of the babies must lie on your bladder. “I’ll be right back.”

“Do you want me to come with you,” he dips his head to look at you. Bucky wiggles his eyebrows and gives you this smile making you go weak in the knees.

“Not with all the people around, you horny dog.” You playfully swat his chest. “Maybe after they are gone you can follow me to the bathroom.”

“Lemme kick them out,” he murmurs. “We can go down and dirty right now.” Bucky hopefully looks in Steve’s direction, but the blonde shakes his head.

“He always says no but ends up filled with cock,” Bucky says more to himself than you. “I can’t wait to get my hands on both of you tonight. My husband, and my wife.”

Not months ago, you wouldn’t have dared to dream of having two husbands and a baby.

Here you are, standing in front of the mirror to look at yourself with new eyes. The reflection in the mirror smiles back at you as you run your hand over your swollen belly.

“How far are you?” You flinch when a woman suddenly stands behind you. You turn around to look at her. She balls her hands into fists and glares at you. “You didn’t waste time, huh? Last time I didn’t get the chance to find anything out for him.”

“It’s you,” she’s got a barely healed scar on her right cheek, her hair is shorter and black now, but it’s undoubtedly the nurse from your gynecologist's practice. “What are you doing here? How’d you get inside?”

“Easy,” she scoffs while sliding a knife out of her arm sleeve. “I simply pretended that I belonged to the catering team.”

She takes one step toward you, and you take two back. You curse yourself for not bringing your handbag. Now you don’t have a weapon, except for the hand soap on the washbasin.

“What do you want here?” You try to sound confident, but you are scared. Not only for your life but the babies in your belly.

“Because of you and your men he punished me,” she sneers and runs her fingers over the scar on her cheek.

“And yet you come here,” you sidestep her. If you can reach the door you can scream for help. You keep an eye on her while trying to figure out your next step. “Why? If he hurt you, you should’ve run for the hills, not come here into the lion’s den.”

“You know nothing about me!” She snarls and takes another step toward you. “If I kill you now, and cut the bastards out of you, he’ll forgive me…he must forgive me…”

“Please just…”

“Y/N, down,” Bucky doesn’t have to say more. You crouch down and crawl away just in time. He flings a knife at her, piercing her neck.

She drops to her knees, making gurgling sounds. While she struggles to breathe, you curl into a ball, daring not to look at her.

“Buck, Y/N,” Steve storms into the bathroom to find you on the ground, and the nurse dead. “What happened?”

“She…she wanted to kill me and the babies,” you choke out between heavy breaths. “Bucky came…he came…”

“Doll!” Bucky steps over the nurse’s dead body. He easily lifts you in his arms, cradling you against his warm chest. “Did she hurt you? Baby?”

“No…” you sniffle and hide your face in his chest. “She said Rumlow gave her the scar.” Your voice trembles, but you try to give them as much information as possible. “She failed and he punished her.”

“Rumlow,” Steve spats. “He’s dead. We should’ve taken him down like a feral dog a long time ago. His time is running out.”

“I think you should find out who she is,” you lift your head to look at Steve. “It’s important. She could be important, Steve.”

“Consider it done, baby doll.”

“How did you know I’m in trouble, Bucky?” you question. Bucky drops his gaze, ashamed.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs. “I came here to seduce you.”

“Bucky,” you softly say. “You couldn’t know.” You cup his face and make him look at you. “You saved me because you’re a damn horny dog.” Putting a brave face on, you smirk. “And I love you for being who you are.”

“How did she even get into the house?” Steve grunts. “We have more security than the goddamn white house!”

“The catering service,” you murmur. “She pretended to be one of them.“

“FUCK!” Steve slams his fist into the tile wall. “We shouldn’t have planned a party. That bastard almost got her, and our babies killed.”

"Steve, your hand!" You gasp seeing Steve's bloody knuckles. "I need to check on you."

“Well, Natasha had her chance,” Steve says while cracking his neck. “Now it’s hunting season…”

Part 21

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[deepestnightcolor]

https://www.tumblr.com/forrest-onfire/749854472357953536/so-ive-got-the-date-night-redux-mod-for-sdv-and

saw this and thought of you immediately!! it sounds so cute

ᴀ/ɴ: First of all, thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me! I tried my best with this one, and I hope you will enjoy it! I think I got a little carried away, hehe... Thank you for your time and thoughts, love!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 4182 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: sloppy sex, unprotected sex, teasing, despair, semi public sex, Sam still has a dick piercing (fight me), drool, biting, mentions of oral (male receiving)

☾ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☽

Being a farmer was in direct relation to being incredibly busy. Getting up early every morning; caring for all the hungry mouths that needed to be fed, tending to crops that either required watering or harvesting. Sure, your husband, Sam, was often of great help, getting up even before you to give you a hand, but that didn’t mean you could just relax for the rest of the day. A livelihood needed to be made, after all. Sadly, being a farmer also meant that you hardly ever had time to come up with ideas for dates. You tried really hard to compensate for that with thoughtful gifts or tasty dinners for your husband, yet still, sometimes you wished it was different.

That was also why your heart had leaped in your throat when Sam stopped you as you were just about to leave the house. Green-blue eyes sparkling at you with the excitement they always held when he came up with a new project or idea as he asked you on a date to camp out in the woods. “I will get everything ready; you and your cute ass just have to show up,” he had smiled. And how could you have said no to that? There was no way in hell you could have done that either way, but now he underlined his words with that cute little pout he used when he tried to convince you of something (often of something stupid, you had to admit). Instead, you had wrapped Sam in a tight hug and kissed his cheek, then his lips as you said yes, leaving the man on the porch with a bounce in your step.

And really, Sam was so proud of himself for coming up with the idea. It was going to be perfect, he found. So right after you had vanished in the barn to begin with your daily routine, he shouldered the heavy backpack that contained everything he would need to make his way to Cindersap forest.

He chose the spot close to the river, making sure to be far enough from both Leah’s and Marnie’s homes – after all, he wanted you all to himself tonight. He dropped the rucksack to the earthy ground, excitement rushing in his veins when he pulled out the bag that contained the tent. The user manual was the first thing that smiled at him when he opened the sack, but why would he, Sam, need a user manual? It was just a tent, after all. Pitching it would be self-explanatory, right? And besides, how hard could it be? Those wilderness explorer kids he sometimes saw on TV could do it, so…

It turned out that it was way fucking harder than it looked and those wilderness kids were probably a scam. At least that was what Sam’s bruised ego would have liked to believe, given the fact that he had dropped the metal bars on his toes more than once already and that he had even gotten himself caught in the canvas that was supposed to offer the two of you shelter tonight. Sam was huffing and puffing as he finally managed to untangle himself from the fabric, sweat glistening on his forehead. Where the fuck was the user manual when he needed it? He lifted the canvas again, only to be met with the pile of metal laughing at him. Why did a tent even need this many bars? It was a tent, not a mansion, for fuck’s sake! What had he been looking for again? Right, the manual. He lifted the backpack off the ground, letting out a relieved huff as he saw the booklet resting right beneath it. He was just about to reach out for it, yet a gust of wind proved itself to be faster. The booklet was picked up by the invisible force and dropped in the cool of the river. As if to add insult to injury, Sam was able to watch it drift along the stream, slowly vanishing out of his field of vision. Exhausted, he allowed himself to drop on his butt, hollering as the hard metal bars met his tailbone. What the fuck was this tent’s problem? He got up again to give it a good kick, just to regret it when his toes actually hit the hard material – even he had to admit that he could have guessed that outcome.

A glance at his phone revealed that it was nearing ten AM, and the tent didn’t even have the decency to be halfway pitched. The blond decided that harder measures were needed. Pulling out his phone again, he searched for the only solution he could think of: “Dad? Can you teach me to pitch a tent?”

Sam’s father had appeared surprisingly fast, and after getting the first few questions out of the way -very good questions, admittedly, like why he was trying to pitch a tent at ten in the morning, and where the manual was –, the tent found its master. Kent was quick in setting it up; it didn’t even take him half an hour. Sam was watching in disbelief as his father worked because he made it look as easy as it seemed on TV. “We will practise that again,” Kent offered, smacking his son on the back affectionately. “So you don’t need to call me out here again.” A grin was plastered on the otherwise stern face. “Treat her well tonight.” Sam was left blushing in the Cindersap forest as Kent made his way back home, the blond staring at tonight’s shelter. “Why the hell wouldn’t you act that way for me?”

After staring some more daggers at his newfound mortal enemy, your husband decided there was no more use in crying over spilled milk. You would arrive in about six hours, and Sam wanted this to be perfect. He carefully put up the fairy lights he had brought before he began working on the fireplace for tonight. He had brought a pot and some veggies, hoping he would be able to make a good stew for later. The rest of his plan was executed more smoothly, especially since he didn’t have to make a fire from scratch but instead had the support of his lighter.

“Sam, wow,” a voice, so soft, so full, completely in awe came from behind him. He quickly dropped the ladle he had used to stir the stew, turning around to see the love of his life. His heart swelled in his chest, seeing you like this. You had put on a dress and Yoba did you look pretty. You always did, of course. But every now and then he had moments where the realization of just how pretty you were sunk in for him; hitting him like a ton of bricks at full speed. Sometimes it overwhelmed him, to know that you, you of all people were married to him; it made him want to kick his legs, jump around, holler out the excitement that squeezed his heart in a grip full of love. He pulled you in his chest and kissed your head, allowing himself to take in this moment and quietly thank you for showing up. You felt so right in his arms, and Yoba, he would have done anything for you, just to see the look of happiness on your face. Just so you could catch a glimpse of how much he loved you.

“Come on, I made dinner,” he smiled, leading you to the fireplace. He pulled out two bowls from his rucksack – for once it seemed that Sam hadn’t forgotten anything – filling it with the hot stew that he had been preparing ever since he had been done with setting up. The two of you cuddled up near the fire as you took the first sip, a small moan leaving your lips at the taste. If Sam knew how to do something, he always managed to rock it. This stew was a recipe both he and you knew inside out, and yet it always amazed you how delicious it turned out when he cooked it. Sam was so full of pride and love that he felt himself ready to burst. When your head rested on his shoulder, he knew he had done everything right; and fuck, how he wanted to please you. Dinner was mostly silent aside from the sound of you humming happily as you did that little bobbing motion you always did when you were happy about food. It was those little things that had made Sam fall for you hard and that had him in an iron grip even after a year of marriage.

The bowls were long empty as the sun had finally settled in its bed behind the hills, but your head was still comfortably resting on Sam’s shoulder. The blond had his arm wrapped around you tightly, fingers brushing through your hair. He was mindlessly picking up pebbles off the ground as he held you, flicking them into the river. Some bounced across the surface, which always managed to get you to coo out in awe. “You know, I never figured out how to skip rocks,” you murmured into the silence of the night. Sam gasped at your confession, eyes immediately snapping down to you. “You didn’t?” “Nope. I tried once or twice, but my rocks always sank right away.” “That will definitely change tonight.” There was no time to protest because Sam had pulled you to your feet faster than you could have reacted. Just mere seconds later you were standing near the river, pressed up against your husband’s chest with a flat rock in your hand. Sam pulled your hand back gently, just to guide it forward, sending the rock bouncing over the water. “Oh wow, what the-“ you laughed, tipping your head back so you could look up at him. How was someone being so undeniably cute fair? “Now you try,” Sam urged, but what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your ass grinding into his dick as you suddenly bent down, picking up a rock that seemed flat enough to be skippable. “Like this?” You asked, pulling your hand back and then twisting it forward, just like he had shown you. The rock had the mercy to bounce twice before sinking with an audible plop.

“I did it!” You called out, jumping up and down on your heels. Sam wanted to be excited for you, seriously, he tried! But the pressing and grinding of your ass against his crotch was… a distraction.  One that made his cock stir against the fabric of his jeans. “You did it!” He strained, only barely able to hold back the moan at the tip of his tongue as you bent down again. This time your ass was flush against him, having his head roll back. Sam had always been down bad for you, and Yoba did you feel good. He knew you probably had figured out by now that he was hard and that this was part of a little game, but did he care? No.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and it took him nothing but mere seconds to pull him flush into his chest again. With a strong grip on your hipbones, he thrusted forward, allowing himself to inflict friction on you this time around. His voice was husky as it met your ear, and you could feel the smile that was plastered on his lips as you shuddered against him. “I know rock skipping is fun once you’ve got it figured out, but I have got something that could be much more fun.” “Oh, do you now?” It was a weak attempt at biting back, yet there was no way to blame you. Sam’s erection was now grinding between your legs, and you could already feel that delicious cock entering you, drooling all over your squishy walls. You could feel the metal of his piercing bump against you while he fucked into you, praising how good you took him. You could already hear his shaky little whines that always escaped him when he mindlessly and sloppily bucked his hips into you, always like a bitch in heat. It was undeniable that you could feel yourself growing wet, your clit throbbing under that arousal that ran down your spine. You hadn’t thought your teasing would bear fruit so quickly, yet your mouth was able to do much better things, you believed. Like shamelessly bellowing out that shaky moan as Sam rubbed against you much faster, with much more vigour as his hands held you to him with an iron grip. Sam’s thoughts were definitely going in the same direction, his head tipped back, your question long forgotten. He wasn’t even ashamed that he was rutting against you out in the open, illuminated by the innocence of the fairy lights he had put up just hours before. Your moans simply were so delicious, so precious. He could have fed on them for hours, starving as he was. Usually, Sam would have taken you right then and there, not minding if your screams awoke the whole valley. Though tonight, he didn’t feel like sharing.

Sam’s body moved backward to the tent, one of his hands always staying on your hip bone, as the other simply began to tug and rip at your clothes. He simply didn’t have time to be careful with how incredibly hard he was for you, his heart thundering with both arousal and love for you. “Sam!” You gasped out as you heard the seams of your shirt rip, but a muffled “sorry” had to suffice. After all his lips were busy kissing all over your neck as he dragged you to the tent, a set of sharp fangs sinking into your freshly exposed shoulder while his other hand worked on undoing your pants. The urgency within his movements finally made you snap into motion, the fingers that had been curling in the fabric of Sam’s blue jacket now finally working on discarding the bothering piece of clothing.

When the two of you finally stumbled into the tent both of you were breathless, and you were already half naked. Sam clumsily zipped the tent shut, before slowly turning around to you. You had already dropped to your knees on the ground, looking up at your husband with those big doe eyes of yours that he had fallen in love with. He let out a shaky breath, roughened-up palm reaching out to pin back a loose strand of hair. He had to close his eyes for a second when you leaned your head into him; the feeling of love that rushed through him was almost unbearable. “Sam,” you suddenly cooed, your own palms reaching for the tent – that one he had been able to pitch easily – in his pants, “I...I am so wet. Please, please hurry.” It was a mere murmur, but one that sent his stomach into tight twists. He knew his cock was leaking in his boxers, the wettened fabric clung to the shaft in a way that had him embarrassed. Sam licked his lips as he unbuckled his belt, half-opening his eyes to see the look of anticipation on your face. And really, your eyes were glued to his crotch as you rocked your own against your legs. He really was the luckiest man on earth, wasn’t he? Being gifted with a literal angel. He allowed his pants to pool around his ankles, his boxers soon following suit. Sam almost stumbled as he tried to approach you, but your hands on his hips guided him into a steady position. The sweet smile you gave him made his pierced tip leak more globs of pre-cum – at least he hoped it was only pre-cum. He had to hold himself together, to feel your sweet, wet cunt clench around him, hug his dick like a glove. Which, again, was harder than he had deemed it to be, especially now that your tongue darted out and pressed flat against his tip, just to turn to kitten-licks in an attempt to clean him up. His breath was already shaky in his throat, and he was surprised he was able to inhale air with how tight his whole body felt already. “Fuck, babe, no- I- I asked you on a date,” he tried, lowering himself to his knees. He was surprised you didn’t whine as he took in a criss-crossed sitting position, though he soon found out it was only because you busied yourself with getting on his lap. You had pulled off your panties by now, the fabric hanging loosely between your teeth.

“Did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?” Sam breathed, leaning forward to grip the string of lace between his own teeth, just to drop them on his lap in favour of kissing you. The kiss was hard and sloppy, teeth clattering against teeth as your tongues licked at one another’s. The moan you two shared made Sam shiver, his cock so painfully hard this felt like the most pleasurable torture on earth. His hands reached for your pretty tits, only to find them still held up by your bra. Your husband grunted into the kiss; a sound of dismay while his hand reached around your back. You could feel his fingers work against his skin, and just seconds later your breasts bounced free. After all, if Sam had acquired a skill, he was good at it. “Pretty, pretty wife,” he whispered against your lips, tugging on the lower one gently. “Fuck, I love you so much, baby. So, so much,” he murmured. You giggled into the silence of the night, but the sound quickly shifted into one of a moan as the blond’s lips wrapped around a perky nipple. You needed Sam; you needed him so, so badly. Your mind had been whirring for him all day, and now you could feel him; smell him, touch him. Usually, it was Sam’s patience running thin, but this time it was yours. You lifted your hips while your fingers wrapped around the base of the man’s heated up shaft, guiding the leaking tip to your drooling hole. It was like you froze Sam in place, his lips still wrapped around your nipple, but his tongue did no longer swirl around it. He was too busy moaning your name, the high-pitch in his voice only turning you on more. Fuck, he really tried to give you the reins tonight, but you were so wet already and your pretty sweet pussy was clenching around him already, as if it attempted to pull him in. He would have been an absolute monster if he didn’t oblige! He needed to, or he would go up the wall. “Saaam!” the whine was long and drawn out as he bucked upwards, his thribbin g dick gliding along your walls. And he had to swallow down the dryness ruling in his throat caused by that glorious sound, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the strained motion of his throat. He loved you. Shit, he loved you so, so much- and he simply couldn’t resist. His hips moved upwards, the stretch his length caused only making his eyes roll back. You always felt so perfect around him, and it never did not feel like a betrayal when he had to pull out of you. He could have stayed forever like this, buried to the hilt inside of your beautiful cunt. Yet your hips shifted upwards, and he could slowly feel the tightness wrapping around him so snugly vanishing. This time it was Sam who whined until he felt you slide down on him again. He had to keep himself from fucking into you whenever you lifted your hips, so his arms wrapped around your hips tightly. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, his head thrown back, just for him to crane it forward in an attempt to catch your bouncing breast. “Takin’ me so well again, aren’t you?” His words were already slurred; feeling you around him like this just always had him so incredibly pussy-whipped. He could hear the wetness of your pussy squelching around him in protest whenever you moved upwards, and your moans just mixed so beautifully with that sound. Sam knew he was big; he knew it was always a stretch for you and that it never was easy to take him, but you just fucking did. Fucking yourself on him the way you liked, looking like an absolute goddess as you were bouncing on his lap.

The greenish blue of his eyes was filled with admiration, neigh worship spreading out in the sea of them. And the way you looked down at him – eyes holding the same love for him he felt for you, freckles of lust having them glazed over. He could have cum from nothing but looking at you, yet your pretty pussy felt so incredibly good around him, too. He barely was able to breathe as the cocktail of emotion swirled around in his blood, a trail of drool leaving at least a trace of all these feelings on your chest. “That’s my girl, my good, good girl. Think you can- ah- think you can handle me a little faster?” The beg that was underlying in his words was obvious; Sam simply wasn’t ashamed to beg. His arms were still pressing you to his body as you rocked back and forth, your jaw slack when you felt his pierced tip bump into your sweet spot. And it felt so incredibly good around him, feeling you leak all over him, moaning out his name in a sense of pride, with so much need accompanying these pathetic little sounds. The more high-pitched they grew, the closer you were. Sam knew it- and he just couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips snapped upwards while you rocked yours, tearing that cry from you that never failed to make his world go black. He himself was teetering incredibly close to the edge; each clench around his shaft, each begging whine of his name, each brush of your hands along his neck, soon to be followed by your lips leaving reddening spots behind; it all pushed him closer. His thumb found your clit to rub sweet little circles on, his lower lip now bitten in an attempt to keep himself from filling you to the brim. Not yet, he told himself; he had that carnal need to make you cum first. “Sam! Babe! Oh, fuck!  I am going to- I need to-“ A sob escaped you before you could silence it by biting down on his shoulder, yet the whimper that left your husband only made the twists in your tongue tighten. The blond wasn’t able to produce words anymore, only your name left his wettened lips. A trace of drool ran down his chin, tongue lolling out as he licked down along your cleavage, thumb unwilling to come to a halt on the throbbing bundle of nerves. The whisper of your name, so full of…everything, simply was too much for you. The knot in your stomach snapped, making you shoot upwards and press into Sam, your thighs shaking as they wrapped around his tender hips. You were sobbing quietly while your orgasm rocked through your body like a storm tormenting the sea. You were barely even able to feel how tight you clenched around your husband, who struggled to aim his sloppy thrusts upwards. “Saham!” You cried when his tip bullied further into you, earning a groan in response. “Fuck- shit, so tight,” he yapped, only managing one last buck upwards before he himself came undone.

Only your name left his lips in tiny whimpers as ropes of cum painted your walls, his eyes halfway closed as he tried to overcome the wave of pleasure that seemed to take a never-ending hold on him. His hips were still giving tiny thrusts upwards, unable to hold still under the pressure of his orgasm. You were still sobbing against his neck as his hips finally halted, sloppy thrusts having milked everything out of him he had. And you were full – so fucking full of your husband’s cum that mixed with yours.

Your head tiredly dropped against Sam’s chest, shaky breath nothing but an effort to ground yourself. Sam wasn’t in much better shape; his body still quivered from the orgasm that had just wrecked through him. Still, that didn’t keep him from beginning to run his fingers through your hair, tiny little “I love you”s were sent your way as soon as he had been able to find the words. Sam kissed your head, giving himself permission to slowly drop back onto the sleeping bag that he had brought, his arms locked around you still.

The two of you lay there for a while, allowing the sounds of the night to wrap around you like a warm blanket, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

“Take me on dates more often?” “Fuck yes.”

[hugsandchaos]

Here’s an AU! Or a joke of an AU? It’s based off a joke. Basically, Vlad wasn’t affected by the portal like Danny was and is still human, Danny isn’t a Fenton and still had to run with Sam and Tucker because his parents, who are also ghost hunters, found out and didn’t take it easy, and the three somehow crashed in Vlad’s lawn. About forty days later…

During a video call (because I said so!)

Jack: It’s been amazing speaking with you after so long, Vladdie!

Maddie: Say, do you have kids?

Vlad: No, I have three freeloaders.

Sam in the background: Wow!

Tucker: Dude, you’re letting us stay here!

Danny: And I’ve been fighting ghosts off your property for the last two hours!

Vlad: Send parenting tips. I beg you.

Maddie: We were so excited when we were planning for Jazz. A little stressful at times, but we got through it and now we have a beautiful daughter studying psychology! We couldn’t be prouder.

Jazz: I love you too!

Vlad: These three freeloaders crashed on my lawn and acted like feral gremlins for the first week and a half. They test my patience like no one else, but if anyone dares to do something to them, they will pay dearly for it.

Danny: Ha! I knew it! The fruit loop cares for us!

Sam: I got that on camera. You can’t take it back now that you’ve admitted it.

Tucker: If you weren’t stuck with us before, you definitely are now.

Also, Vlad defending Danny from Jack and Maddie. In subtle ways at first. When Danny accidentally came in still in ghost form, Vlad acted like it was normal and addressed him as “Phantom”. He walked up to him and thanked him for dealing with other ghosts. He told him to go lay down, and Jack and Maddie were very confused and a bit on edge.

The next day, they saw Phantom again. He was slowly reaching across the table and trying to grab Vlad’s coffee. Vlad was reading the newspaper and gave him a stern look. Phantom glared back, but slowly pulled his hand away and started to leave. Then he came right back and tried to swipe it, but Vlad was quick enough to grab him and scold him for trying to take his coffee. When they came into the room, Phantom freaked out and left. Vlad was displeased.

He was having quality “getting on each other’s nerves” time with the ghost kid who haunts his mansion and protects it from other ghosts! Quit scaring him off with your ghost hunting tech! You know what? New rule; Leave the ghost weapons at the door.

Also, Jazz warms up to him first. Both because he’s surprisingly lovable, and because it gives her a chance to study ghost psychology.

Jack: Vlad, don’t freak out, but your house is haunted.

Vlad: I’m aware. The little badger stole my second cup of coffee this morning. *turns around* Butter biscuits, he just took my fifth!

Phantom: *drinks coffee faster*

Maddie: Be careful! Ghosts are evil and unfeeling!

Vlad: Liar. Phantom takes great pleasure in draining my coffee supply and getting on my nerves. He also appreciates me for letting him turn one of the old rooms into a mini planetarium. Therefore, not unfeeling.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Deadly Proposal: Part Seven

Pairing: Vampire!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: angst, parents' death by car accident, loss of both parents

Summary: Your entire life comes to a halt when tragedy strikes your family. You and Dean put aside your drama to take care of your parents who are left for dead after a terrible accident befalls them. The lines between you and Annabeth start to blur and Dean doesn’t know if he’ll survive this relationship a second time.

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Square Filled: cradling someone in their arms for @badthingshappenbingo

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

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“I can’t fall for you again.”

What the hell does that even mean? Again? When did he fall for you the first time? It’s frustrating getting to know Dean because once you peel back the layer on something he keeps hidden, twenty more layers are beneath it. He won’t give you any indication of what’s going on or why you’re so important. Sure, you can dig deeper but you’ll come across something you wish you didn’t and maybe that’s what’s stopping you.

You walk into the kitchen and see Sonja cooking something that smells delicious. You grab a bottle of orange juice and sit at the island. It’s been a few days since the last encounter with Dean. You wanted to give him some space but look how well that turned out last time.

“Hey, has Dean been down yet?”

“No. He went to his office earlier.”

“Of course, he did,” you roll your eyes.

Sonja puts a plate of food in front of you that you immediately dig into. She is probably the best cook you have ever come across, and you’ve tried a lot of food from a lot of people. After breakfast, you leave the kitchen in search of something to do. There are a lot of activities to do in this mansion and it’s better than sitting in your room overthinking about Dean.

You approach the basement door and slow down until you’re right in front of it. You place your hand on the door handle with the intention of going inside but Dean’s words come to your mind.

“Look, there are only two rules I keep here. Bedtime is at nine every night. You don’t have to go to sleep but you do need to be in your bedroom at that time. Second, never go in the basement.”

“Why? What’s in there?”

“Nothing of importance to you.”

It’s nothing new that Dean is secretive but what can he be keeping in the basement that he doesn’t want you to see? Is his entire life down here? Are there prisoners? Humans? Or something worse? Dean might not like having you around all the time but you have his respect. If you go down there now, you will lose that and ruin what you two have. You take your hand off the handle and continue exploring the mansion.

Dean had every intention of working when he entered his office, but all he could do was stare at his laptop in thought. He’s getting too comfortable with you. The last time he let someone into his heart, she not only broke it but crushed it to pieces. He cannot go through what he went through with Annabeth. Not again. He thought those feelings he had for her were long buried deep but you brought them to the surface. He wasn’t always like this. He used to not care for anything but that was over seven hundred years ago.

Dean is shoved into the cell roughly and he falls to the ground in a fit of coughs. Vampires don’t have a lot of weaknesses but if someone were to use vervain on a vampire, it’ll weaken them enough to capture them. Vervain slowly pours out of the vents in small clouds and Dean can’t help but breathe it in. The cell door is shut and locked behind him, and Dean looks at his captor with deadly eyes.

“This is for the best, Dean.”

Dean staggers to his feet and leans against the bars. Sam takes a step back knowing he can’t get out of the reinforced steel cage.

“When I get out, I’m going to rip your throat out.”

Sam looks sad not by Dean’s words but at the state his brother is in. He turns and leaves the basement, and Dean slides to the floor in pain. Seconds later, the door is opened again and Dean watches long legs descend the staircase. Those legs belong to a breathtaking woman. Dean has never seen her before. Such beautiful skin. Delicate hands. Doe eyes. Dean grips the bars and hauls himself to his feet to greet the mysterious woman.

“Sam didn’t want me bringing this but no one should have to go hungry.”

The woman sets a tray of food down by the cage in a place where Dean can reach it. He doesn’t move from his spot, though.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Annabeth.”

“Well, Annabeth, I don’t eat that human shit. Come closer and let me get a taste of what I’m really craving.”

“Nice try, Mr. Winchester.” Dean growls and slams his body against the bars with his fangs out trying to scare her. Instead, she takes a seat at a table that’s ten feet from the cage. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that to scare me.”

Dean didn’t like Annabeth at all at first. All he could think about was draining her blood from her body. If he could do that, he could go after Sam and continue his mean streak across America. However, she appealed to the human part of his brain. She continued to visit him on a regular basis and talked as if they were best friends.

“So, when I got enough money to move out, I picked the farthest place from my parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom and dad. They were and are loving parents, but I wanted to experience life on my own. I wanted to be completely independent from them. You should have seen the look on my mother’s face when she drove me to the airport. Talk about waterworks.”

The vervain has lessened after a while and Dean suspects that Annabeth has something to do with that. He barely eats and drinks what she brings him but she doesn’t complain. Whatever he doesn’t finish, she takes upstairs and returns later with a new tray of food. Dean sits on the ground against the wall just staring at Annabeth as she knits and talks about her life. She’s even more beautiful when she rambles.

“Why are you here?” Dean cuts her off, mid-story.

“I’m Sam’s friend. I’m visiting him.”

“No, why are you here?”

Annabeth doesn’t stop knitting but she does look at him.

“If I were in that cage, I’d want a friend to talk to.” She looks back down at her knitting project and continues where she left off. “So, when I got to my apartment, I called my mom to let her know I’d arrive safe but the damn landlord wouldn’t let me in. There was a mix-up and I had to move in the following week. I never told my mom I spent a week in a homeless shelter. She still doesn’t know.”

The more Annabeth came to visit Dean, the more he fell for her. The murderous urge went away because what replaced it was love. Love for Annabeth. She was sparking a change in Dean’s mind that he didn’t know he wanted. She forced herself into his life and forced him to change everything about him.

Dean watches the basement door with hopeful eyes to see Annabeth. Like clockwork, she opens the door and walks inside this time carrying flowers.

“Who are those for?”

“You.” She slides the flowers through the bars so he can grab them. She trusts him not to hurt her. Like he’d ever want to hurt her. She’s a gift to humanity. Such pure innocence. He grabs them and she smiles kindly at him. “I figure it might bring a bit of happiness to you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

She walks back to her table and sits down.

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t want to murder anyone.”

“That’s good. You’re making progress. Sam is impressed.”

“When can I get out of here? It’s been two years.”

“Sam hasn’t said anything--”

“Sam doesn’t know what’s good for me,” he cuts her off. “I’ve learned my lesson. I just want out and start over. I won’t hurt anyone.” Annabeth looks around, unsure about being the one to let him go. “Please, Annabeth.”

She leaves the basement and Dean sighs in defeat. His only chance out of here is through her. Sam has been down here periodically to check on the progress of his brother but he won’t listen to reason. Not until he feels Dean has completely changed. However, Annabeth returns with the key to the cage in her hands. She unlocks and opens the door but Dean doesn’t move just yet.

“Like you said, Sam doesn’t know what’s good for you.”

Dean didn’t plan on falling for Ananbeth and he certainly didn’t plan on her falling for him. She wanted to go with him even though it was dangerous to bring her along. She told Sam she was moving closer to her parents since they were getting older and needed her attention. He believed her and she ran away with Dean the second she could.

She was the reason why Dean was able to evade capture by his brother again. She was the reason why he changed himself for the better. She was the reason for it all. Now, you’re the reason why he’s changing yet again. You’re the reason why everything he’s fought for over the centuries is crumbling to the ground. You’re the reason his broken heart was able to mend itself back together. He’d give up everything in a heartbeat to be with you, and that thought terrifies him.

He’s been avoiding you for the past couple of days because he’s afraid of letting you in like how he did with Annabeth. She broke his heart to the highest degree and he refuses to go through that again. He shakes all thoughts of you and Annabeth out of his head so he can focus on work, but then he hears you sniffling outside of his office. You’re crying. He immediately gets up and opens the door to see you standing there with your phone in your hands and tears in your eyes.

“What happened?”

“It’s my parents… They’re hurt badly. I have to go see them. The hospital called me ten minutes ago.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“They live in Arizona where I’m from.”

“I’ll fly with you,” Dean says without hesitation.

Dean’s private jet is waiting for him when you two arrive. He doesn’t waste any time in getting the bird into the air and on its way to Arizona. Dean grabs two water bottles and hands one to you but you don’t take it. You’re looking at your phone with a blank stare so he sets it onto the table for you to use later.

“I heard the fight you had with Amber. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t,” you say. “Please.”

Dean understands not wanting to relive painful memories. You manage to find sleep for the entire duration of the flight and Dean let you. He can tell you’re tired of the shit life is throwing at you. A jet is faster than a commercial plane so they get there faster than you thought. When you get to the hospital, a nurse directs you to the room your parents are in. The doctor is just exiting the room when you approach him.

“I’m Y/N, their daughter. What’s going on? What happened to my parents?”

“Thanks for coming so quickly. Their injuries were worse than what we orignally thought.” The doctor leads you inside the room as he talks but the sight of your mangled parents makes you stop listening to him. They look so… broken. You put a hand to your mouth and let out a strangled cry, and Dean pulls you into him. “At this point, all we can do is make them comfortable, but I don’t think it’ll be long until they pass. I’m sorry.”

The doctor leaves to give you time to grieve alone and you crumble in Dean’s arms. He’s the only thing helping you stay upright at this point.

“You can heal them, right?” you sniffle and look at Dean.

The look in Dean’s eyes tell you everything you need to know. You push him away and sit down right next to their bed with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“My blood can do a lot of things but it won’t heal them when they’re in this state.”

Dean steps out of the room to let you mourn in peace. You hate that Amber isn’t here with you, but you don’t know where she is or if she’s even alive. She left when she wa at a very low point so she could be anywhere. Not that it would matter though, your parents wouldn’t want her here anyway. They gave up on her a long time ago. You should have to, but you believe in the strength in family. Amber just kept taking from you until you had nothing left to give.

The doctor was right. It didn’t take long for your parents to pass away. The next step is deciding on wether you want them cremated or buried but the hospital knows you’re not going to decide that right now. They’ll go tot he morgue and be held there until you have made a decision within a reasonable time. 

With nothing left to do at the hospital, you and Dean leave right as the sun is descending to the horizon. Arizona sunsets are beautiful and you wish you could appreciate them in all their glory right now.

“Where do you want to go now?” Dean asks.

“Home.”

The house your parents lived in is the same one you and Amber grew up in. They never left because they wanted to preserve the memories locked inside the house. Despite it’s clear decay, they refused to move. The hard part of losing a loved one is cleaning up after them, to relive all those memories at such a raw time.

“Why don’t you take a few days to grieve and then we can tackle this house?” Dean asks.

“No one else is going to do it, and I’d rather get it over with now.”

If you wait a week or even a month to do this, the pain will be too great to face. You’re still in a state of shock so you’d rather get this over with now to avoid those worse feelings later. There are a lot of things you want to save such as photo albums, important documents, and things that were important to you and your parents, but the res tof it can be thrown in trash for all you care. You begged your parents to move after Amber had left but they didn’t listen to you. Talking to them about this was like talking to a brick wall.

You’ll pack what you want to keep and the rest will either get thrown away or given to thrift stores. You’ll sell the house as is and use the money as savings for you. You’re not going to tell Amber this but your parents left everything to you in their will. Your mom forced your dad to make one just in case, and thank God they did or else this would have all gone to the State.

Their room is going to be the most painful place to start but no matter how hard you tried, you can’t pick up one piece of thing they owned.

“Lookj, why don’t we do this tomorrow. Just give yourself a day, okay?” Dean asks.

“If I don’t do this now, I won’t do it.”

“Y/N, take care of yourself. Just take a breather and I will help you in the morning.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You walk outside to the front porch swing but Dean stays inside the house. Your past resides in this house and he’s taking this opportunity to learn more about you. On the wall are pictures of you from your childhood with only a few of them containing Amber. Presumably from before she got into drugs; Back when they thought she was just an innocent angel.

Each picture contains smiles and happiness, evidence of a family who was happy together. When Annabeth’s parents died, he brought her back to her house so she could say goodbye to them. Dean looks out the front window and sees you sitting on the porch swing, swaying lightly. The only difference between you and Annabeth besides the centuries is that she knew her heritage and you don’t. He can’t break it to you now so he won’t… not until the time is right.

He walks outside and joins you on the swing. You two sit in silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s companies. You fiddle with your fingers and look at Dean who is staring at the sunset in front of him.

“I thought vampires weren't allowed in the sun.”

“The sun rumor was to make humans think we only attacked at night. We weren't monsters. We wanted to live normal lives. Well, some of us did. That rumor gave that normalcy to us. For a while, at least.”

You scoot closer to him and sink into his side, and he wraps a comforting arm around you. This is the exact opposite of what Dean should be doing, but he silences that warning voice for the time being.

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[dragonsdomain]

Bleeding Out in the Backyard

"Mansions are rich and have a lot of security. One day their lead officer shows them a concerning video of Danny Fenton in the back ally behind their home."

A phic phight prompt by DizzlyPuzzled

...

Pamela Manson sipped her tea before blinking at the camera again. It had been a while since she'd paid attention to these security cameras, but she's starting to think that may have been a mistake.

"Honey?" she called into the hall. "Jeremy? Can you come over here?"

"Sure, sweetie!" Jeremy swept into the room, then drew to an abrupt stop at the view on the screen. "Is that Sam's scraggly boyfriend bleeding out in the backyard?"

Pamela opened her mouth to argue that he wasn't her boyfriend if she had anything to say about it before slapping her forehead. "Oh dear, I should call an ambulance! I wouldn't want to get sued by his crazy parents."

"Why is he bleeding out in our backyard?" Jeremy muttered.

"Here, call the cops, dear," Pam said, handing her phone to Jeremy before poking her head out to the hall again and shrieking "Sam! Get down here!"

Pam's phone dinged in Jeremy's hand. He glanced down at it. "Sam says 'what?'"

"Ugh!" Pamela grabbed the phone back from him and called Sam. "Get down here, you ungrateful girl! Your wretched friend is bleeding out in the backyard!"

There was a beat of silence. Jeremy was thankfully pulling out his own phone to call 911 with. "Mom..." Sam answered, "Are you trying to April Fool's prank me? 'Cause this is a really bad way to do it. Or-- wait, Tucker? Are you pretending to be my mom?"

"I am your mother!" Pam screeched. "Get down here before I have to come up and get you!"

Jeremy was speaking with an operator on the other side of the phone, describing the situation. Good.

Sam strode into the room presently with eyeliner half-removed. She takes in the screen, and Pam watches some indeterminate firecracker of emotions smack up onto Sam's face and then right back off. "...I forgot we have security cameras."

"Ugh," Pam rolls her eyes, mentally brushing off the fact that she had also forgotten.

"Okay, so... he's probably doing a prank."

Pam's eyelid twitches. "You can't be serious, Sam. Your father has already called an ambulance."

Sam cursed under her breath. "Uh, lemme go check on him, see what's going on. I'll call you from the yard and tell you what's up."

"Make it quick," Pamela said, gritting her teeth.

Sam dashed off again. Pamela propped herself up on the desk next to the cameras. She noticed she was shaking and tried taking some deep breaths to soothe her nerves. That boy was going to regret this if it really was just a prank.

Pam nearly shrieked when her phone rang, before she managed to fumble it up to her ear and answer.

"Hey! Haha, so! Yeah, it was just a prank!" Sam said, and Pam wondered if she was imagining that strained note in her daughter's voice. "It was just fake blood. Y'know. Uh, he didn't know about the cameras. And he was going to call me down to come see. So, ha, sorry about the ambulance, but you can send them away when they get here. 'Cause he's. He's fine."

Pamela's head drooped down on the desk. "Sam. Samantha."

Sam laughed nervously. "W-what?"

"You're grounded."

"Hey!"

Pam hung up. She gave a long, drawn-out sigh.

"What? So is he fine?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes," Pamela said exhaustedly.

Jeremy frowned at the screen. "He's still sticking to the bit."

Pamela glanced up and watched Sam dragging her friend across the grass, leaving behind an ugly trail of awfully convincing fake blood. She hoped it was water soluble.

"That girl is going to stop hanging out with those awful boys if it's the last thing I make her do."

[hailsatanacab]

@the-witchhunter - this is incredibly disturbing, i love it. fair warning, i took it more in the direction of that oglaf comic (nsfw) where Vlad fully doesn't realise that this is a love shrine, this is a completely normal thing that you do for your arch enemy!

———

“Daniel! I can explain!”

“Oh… my… God...”

“Daniel, really, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Really?” Danny breathes, shocked and honestly kind of fighting down the urge to vomit. The thermos slips from his fingers and clatters to the ground, the sound echoing far too loudly in the enclosed space. “Because it looks like you have a shrine dedicated to my dad in your closet.”

“No, that’s not—it’s more complicated than that, Daniel. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t think I want to understand.”

“Your father is a ridiculous man, Daniel. I hate his stupid face so much. Look at him!”

Vlad turns back to the actual shrine, with actual candles and actual flowers and actual photos of his dad with… Holy crap, did Vlad cut out Mom in each of the photos? What the fuck? 

Wait… Look, Danny tries not to look too closely at the weird things Vlad has hidden around his mansion dedicated to his mom, but he’s fairly sure that the pictures of her he’s cut out (in heart shapes—yeah, Danny’s definitely going to barf) are the ones Vlad’s put in his other weirdo closet shrine that Danny also wishes he’d never seen.

“Why don’t you just have one shrine? Why have—no, you know what, I don’t want to know. I think I’m just gonna leave.”

Yeah, that sounds like the best option. Danny takes a cautious step back, very ready to get back home, bleach his eyeballs and maybe never look at his mom and dad ever again. Or, at least, not until he has successfully blocked this from his mind forever.

He only gets one foot out the door when Vlad lashes out and grabs him. The day just keeps getting better and better, really, doesn’t it? Even as he twists and turns, he can’t get out of Vlad’s ironclad grip and he’s pulled even farther into the closet. 

Panic rises in his throat as Vlad shuts the door—what the fuck is happening? He doesn’t want to be dragged into Vlad’s creepy shrine to his dad, what the fuck? What the fuck!

“I loathe your father, Daniel, I hate him with the very core of my being. Look at him!” 

There’s no goddamn way in hell Danny is looking at any of the pictures, no thank you. He squeezes his eyes shut and wishes he were somewhere, anywhere else, when Vlad jerks his arm forward so he comes nose-to-nose with the largest framed portrait of his dad in the very centre of the table, smiling with his doctorate and a very unfortunate 80s mullet. Dear God, no.

“I hate his smug face! I hate his stupid fashion sense, you have no idea how much I detest that orange jumpsuit of his, how much I want to claw it off him and tear it to shreds! If I have to listen to him say another boneheaded, idiotic, ridiculous thing, I will—I’ll rip his throat out with my teeth! You don't know how long I spend here looking at him, imaging all the ways I'll have him grovelling at my feet. One day, Daniel, I'll have him one day...”

———

The sun was going down when Danny finally managed to escape and find solace in Sam and Tucker. He's not going home. Not yet.

“Danny, are you okay? We were so worried, we couldn’t get hold of you for hours! Where were you?”

“Sam, Tuck… Vlad, he…”

“Holy shit, Danny, you’re shaking, are you alright? What happened, what did he do?”

“I think… I think he wants to fuck my dad.”

[bitchboyblonde]

TIMELINE WHATEVER:

Pre-series: Becomes obsessed with Sarah because of how hot she is. Gets turned down by Sarah because ew no. IMMEDIATELY makes plans for her parents to be killed on graduation night which is two years away. Graduation night comes, Sarah gets possessed and kills Wendy and Matthew along with a whole bunch of other people in the audience (wasn't part of Jeffrey's plan but he can live with it it's not HIS life he's fucking up). Plays innocent and convinces Sarah to come back home with him and his mother (who's in on everything that's happened) because they're the only ones she can trust. Wears Sarah down into finally agreeing to be his girlfriend.

Season 1: Proposes to Sarah in front of his entire family, pressuring her to say yes. She says yes but says she doesn't want the wedding to happen right away. She wants to, and I quote, "Love being a fiancée for a few years". He spends the whole season trying to convince her to change her mind. Thankfully she never does.

Season 3: More whining about getting married sooner.

Season 4: Sarah finally says they (Jeffrey and his mother, of course) can start planning the wedding and this takes up about half of the first part of the season. This is also the season where Dean drops the infamous "You know she settled for you, right?" line that haunts Jeffrey for the rest of his life. The almost-wedding happens a few months into s4 but is abruptly interrupted by a pissed off spirit who decapitates the priest. Dean and Sam save the day, afterwards Jeffrey's dragged back into the mansion so Beverly can yell at him for ignoring her after something like that. Dean and Sarah are having a private conversation outside. When the brothers FINALLY FUCKING LEAVE... Sarah throws the ring at Jeffrey and tells him the wedding is off. She leaves that night, ignoring his cries of outrage.

Season 5: S5 starts off with Jeffrey CONSTANTLY trying to get in contact with Sarah--- unsuccessfully, she blocks him on every phone number he tries. Eventually he finds out from his mother that Sarah's started hunting..... and she's working with Dean. OF COURSE he calls that fucking asshole homewrecker. Dean humiliates him again and ends the call with "Stay the fuck away from her". Jeffrey pisses himself.

Season 6: HE'S STILL TRYING TO GET IN CONTACT WITH SARAH.

Season 7: HE'S STILL TRYING TO GET IN CONTACT WITH SARAH. Finds out she's opened a restaurant, gets his limo-driver person whatever to drive him there.... and sees her in the arms of Dean fucking Winchester AGAIN.

Season 8: He's so fucking pissed off, still, that at some point during s8 he gets wasted and stupidly decides to leave Sarah a voicemail on ANOTHER fucking new cellphone telling her everything. He wakes up the next afternoon, realizes what he's done and screams himself hoarse. BUT THERE'S NO WAY SHE'LL TELL DEAN SO EVERYTHING'S FINE. Somehow, he makes it through the year alive.

Season 9: A few weeks into season 9 Sarah's sitting on his couch. That fucking beautiful face is the last face he sees before everything goes dark.

Season 10: Jeffrey's bitterness turns him into a demon. The first thing he does???? Goes to have a conversation with Dean who at this point is ALSO a demon. Spends the whole chat trying to convince the man to leave Sarah alone only to find out at the last second that they've been split up for a year. HE HATES DEAN EVEN FUCKING MORE. SPENDS THE WHOLE SEASON ANNOYING THE FUCK OUT OF INNOCENT PEOPLE. JUST. ANNOYING THEM.

Season 11: Meets a man named Lucas at his local one night. Finds out Lucas is 'dating' Sarah. "Of fucking 'COURSE you are 'cause you aren't ME!!!!!" They're equally annoying though so they get along fine. Lucas keeps bitching about Sarah ("She just lays there staring at me!!!!!) and Jeffrey thinks it's HILARIOUS. HE HAS A NEW FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Season 12: A few weeks into season 12 Jeffrey finds out from his new bestie that Sarah hasn't spoken to him (Lucas) in weeks--- at all. They decide to drive by the restaurant to see what the fuck is up and there at the counter stands Dean fucking Winchester. Making Sarah light up the goddamn ROOM with her fucking SMILE AGAIN!!!!!!! Lucas yells "YOU SUCKED IN BED ANYWAY!!!!!! FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!" out the window as Jeffrey slams on the gas to leave. "That's what I've been telling you all along, Lucas!!!!!! IT'S ALWAYS GONNA BE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jeffrey, pissed off on his and his buddy's behalf, calls Dean that night heavily implying he's gonna call the FBI on Sarah. Another threat from the Winchester that ALSO makes Jeffrey piss his pants. Dean kills him - permanently- a few weeks later.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Soul Bound

Chapter four- Convince myself I hate you

A/N- This chapter was so HARD

I’m going back to therapy

Cause I loved you then, and I love you now

And I don’t know how

Guess it’s hard to know when nobody else comes around

If I’m getting over you

Or just pretending to

Be alright, convince myself I hate you

Male Fantasy- Billie Eilish

Aron sat at the table, music playing softly in one earbud as she practiced stitching, using fake skin from a kit. The mansion was particularly quiet, especially after her date. She hadn’t even seen Sam since the embarrassing encounter the night before. She tried not to think of that, focusing on the stitches and medical textbooks in front of her. She had her hair in two braids, wearing jean shorts and a large hoodie.

All of the stress mixed with the forced break had put her behind on studying. It was a much-needed break, but it couldn’t have come at a worst time. Dealing with the incubi would have been a lot easier if she wasn’t ever there.

She thought about just leaving, driving somewhere far away until her break was over. Maybe go to Florida and spend time with her siblings. If only it was cheaper, not to mention leaving her home unattended to a group of people, let alone demons that she didn’t trust, was an awful idea. 

She continued practicing, nonstop for hours. That was until a cramp shot through her hand, making her drop the suture. She cringed from the pain, waiting for it to subside when Erik walked in. She really, really didn’t want to talk to him about Sam or the situation at all. She didn’t want to think about it at all. 

Erik raised an eyebrow at the kit and walked over to the table, offering Aron a soft smile. “Is your hand alright, Princess?”

Aron bit her tongue; he was being nice. There was no need to chastise him for the pet name. It never bothered her before, though she always disagreed. She was definitely not a princess. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just a cramp,” she said dryly.

Erik hesitantly sat by her, holding his hands out for hers. “Perhaps a massage would help?”

She pursed her lips, debating. She eventually sighed and nodded, earning a bigger smile from him. When she placed her hand in his, he suddenly jerked back with a quick yelp of pain. She felt her magic zap him, like an electric shock.

Aron gasped, her eyes widening in guilt. “Shit! Sorry, I’m still working on controlling…that.” Her magic initially manifested in self-defense, starting out completely against her will. It tended to only shock those she didn’t trust, but she’d learned to control it. She couldn’t treat patients if she was constantly shocking them. Being anxious from the boys and suppressed emotions must have been making her energy and body go into full defense mode. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”

“No, it’s quite alright, Princess,” he said, his voice slightly wavering as he recovered from the painful jolt. “A little shock is nothing to get upset over.”

She frowned slightly as she watched him. “I’ve been getting better at controlling it, I guess the stress from…everything is just aggravating it.”

“It’s alright,” he reassured her again. “I understand the last few days have been particularly hard for you. And for that, I apologize.”

Aron got quiet for a moment before shrugging. “It’s fine,” she said, her tone uninterested.

He held his hands out for hers again. “Would you like to try again?”

She hesitantly gives him her hand again, focusing this time on her magic so it wouldn’t shock him again. He began to carefully and gently massage her hand, soothing the ache with magic. “...thanks.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Erik responded, continuing to rub her hand. Aron watched him, keeping her expression neutral but her eyes were sad. She had gotten close with all of the incubi before they left, and a part of her still wished to gain those relationships back.

She couldn’t, they hurt her. She had to remember why she was distancing herself from them. 

Their comfortable silence was interrupted by the back door opening. When they looked up, they could see Sam. He had furrowed brows, a tight frown on his face as he looked at them before trudging off. Aron kept her eyes averted and on their hands.

“Princess, I know you don’t want to talk about the circumstances of our disappearance,” Erik started carefully. “...but I do think we should all have a conversation, or you and Sam at the very least. Damien advised me against saying anything to you about this, but I do think it is in everyone's best interest. You have always been one to consider both sides of the situation.”

Aron stayed quiet, trying to keep calm. “I…I can’t.”

“You can,” he countered. 

She sighed and pulled her hand away. “No, I can’t.”

“Princess-”

“No!” she argued. “I can’t! I already have proof of what happened, okay? And I can’t hear it vocalized for a second time. I know that I was drained of my energy and most of the magic, magic I didn’t even know I had at the time. I believe that it didn’t start that way, I don’t think you guys started out with the intention to- to hurt me or whatever. But Diana gave you all very, very tempting offers and it was too good to pass up. I just wish you guys would have told me you were leaving instead of having Sam manipulate me into thinking he loved me, taking my energy and falling off of the face of the earth!”

“Seriously Erik, do you think I’m some kind of idiot? I mean, I must be for letting you guys come back, but that’s beside the point. You left. Sam left. You guys left with absolutely no warning. Do you think I was too weak to handle you guys leaving? So weak that you had to do it in secret, so you didn’t have to watch me fall the fuck apart? That I would cry and beg you to stay if you guys had just been honest and told me you were going to take Diana’s offer?” Aron ranted, rogue tears falling down her face.

“It would have hurt but it would have been right, and it would have hurt a hell of a lot less than waking up and finding that someone I’d fallen in love with, and his brothers who had become my friends, just left me with no energy! I didn’t deserve that shit!”

Before Erik could respond, Aron stood up and grabbed her phone. “This- this has been great. Love conversations like this. But maybe next time you should listen when Damien tells you not to mention something,” she said, her voice shaking with anger and tears as she walked away, rushing out of the front door.

“They’re gone, Sweetie,” Diana told Aron, who had been frantically searching the mansion and was currently in the kitchen. Her whole body was shaking with exhaustion and fear, the lack of energy giving her a throbbing headache.

Aron huffed and rolled her eyes, turning to face her. “No shit, sherlock. But where the hell are they?! What the fuck did you do?!”

Diana sighed and stepped closer to her. “They decided to return to the demon world.”

Aron stared at her, wide eyed. Already, her chest was hurting, and her eyes were watering. “No, they didn’t, you heard Sam last night. He doesn’t want to go back!” Her voice broke with uncertainty.

Diana’s chuckle was only pissing her off more. “He lied, dear. Did you really think your ‘love’ was enough to keep him here?”

Aron’s mouth was agape as she tried to find an argument. “N- but- you had to have-”

“I didn’t” she told her. “I simply provided them with their options, and they chose to return with me.”

Aron had tears falling down her face as she shook her head. “No! I don’t believe you, they left for a reason!”

“An immature one,” Diana sighed and pushed her hair back. Aron shook her head more. This couldn’t be happening, she had to be lying. They wouldn’t want to return to that life. “...I can prove it to you,” she told Aron.

“You…how?”

Diana walked over and placed her hands on either side of Aron’s head, enthrallment giving her no choice but to let the woman show her the vision.

“I believe this is the best option for all of us,” James told the group. Damien and Matthew looked disappointed, almost on the verge of tears. 

“...James is right,” Erik added.

Aron let out a choked sob as Sam spoke. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s about time we get out of this hell hole anyways. You’re gonna be one hell of a ruler, James.”

“Do we have to?” Damien asked quietly with sad eyes. “I don’t want to go...”

“This is for the best, Damien,” James reassured him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

Aron watched in horror as they came up with a plan to take her magic, to aid them in their return to the plains alongside Diana. Sam seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing; happy to return to the demon world. Where he could be himself without some human tying him down. It felt like someone was stomping on her chest and she couldn’t take it anymore.

She found herself begging Diana to end the vision, her eyes clamping shut in refusal to watch anymore. She couldn’t watch the man she’d stupidly fall for talk about her like she was some pawn in getting them to the demon world. Like she meant nothing to them.

She meant nothing to him.

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In the Zone (2)

Based on the Phic Phight prompts: Danny and co. go sight seeing in the zone and get lost. Maybe they have to navigate weird ghost logic/physics/laws to make their way home (from @ventisettestars). And Sam and Tucker maybe getting Pharaoh + plant powers? ecto contamination for the win ig (from @corvidspectre).

Chapter 2: The Mourning Estate

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[Warnings for supernatural horror elements]

Time passed strangely in the Ghost Zone. They flew in the Specter Speeder for what could have been less than an hour, or nearly a day, before they made their next stop. While Danny took a shift driving, Sam spotted a spooky gothic mansion through the window and asked to check it out. Its pointed spires and ivy-grown walls were built with stone so black it absorbed light from the surrounding ectoplasm, and there appeared to be a perpetual, swirling thunderstorm overhead.

"Okay," Danny said cautiously, "but it's probably a specific ghost's lair, so we'll knock first and politely ask to look around, and if we're told we can't, we'll leave, alright? I'm not looking to get the crap beat out of me on a sight-seeing trip."

"Alright, fair enough," Sam agreed. "But just look at that place! It's so cool!"

"Cool... isn't the word I'd use," Tucker disagreed, already grimacing at the look of the place.

"Scared, Tucker?" she taunted.

"We're in the Ghost Zone, Sam," he pointed out. "Scared is the default around here. If you're not scared, you're crazy."

"Or a ghost yourself," Danny tacked on, taking them down toward the grand, round driveway in front of the mansion. When they touched down on the gravel, an eerie sort of music filled the air.

"I really don't like this place," Tucker said.

"Oh, suck it up, you big baby," Sam told him, jumping out of the speeder with a grin.

Her heavy combat boots crunched on the gravel as she walked up to the front steps, climbing each of them with her heartbeat pounding in her ears. It was like this place was trying to make her think she was afraid, even thought all she felt was excitement. Tucker, on the other hand, was already trembling with terror. The only thing that kept him moving forward was Danny's unyielding grip on his arm, dragging him along, step by step.

A grotesque stared at Sam with ruby eyes as she gripped the iron door knocker in its mouth. She could have sworn it blinked at her as she pulled the knocker back and slammed it into the door three times. For a long moment, nothing happened. The eerie music reached a crescendo and then fell silent as the door creaked slowly open.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, thin ghost in a ratted and torn up formal suit with the tails dragging behind him. His eyes drooped, and his mustache drooped, and his shoulders drooped, and overall he just had a generally droopy quality about him. "I'm afraid the ladies aren't accepting guests at the moment," he said apologetically.

"Well, we tried!" Tucker said loudly. "Guess we should get back to the speeder and get out of here!"

"Wait!" Sam stopped him. "May I ask who the ladies are?"

"Of course." The butler nodded. "Lady Dove and Lady Shroud are the arbiters of this estate. They're in Mourning."

"Look, we just wanted to explore this place a little," Sam told him, pleading. "Would you please ask the ladies if we can see inside. We promise we won't cause any trouble."

"I suppose I can do that," the butler agreed, "but I wouldn't expect them to have you. They're in Mourning, after all." He bowed his head as he closed the door.

When he didn't return after three seconds, Tucker once again proposed that they leave, and once again, Sam stopped him. He stood there, jittering, on the front porch the whole time they waited, and jumped three feet up in alarm when the door creaked open again. The butler stood there once more, still towering over the teens.

"It seems the ladies have elected to meet with you, after all," he said, and he pulled the door further open, drifting aside with a bow to allow them entry. Danny grabbed Tucker by the arm again to lead him in since he was clearly still opposed.

"Maybe I could just, uh, keep the speeder warm for you," he suggested nervously. "You know, in case we need to make another quick get away."

"Stop being such a wuss," Sam told him.

"Please, follow me to the courtyard, and don't wander off," the butler warned.

They followed him down a long, straight hallway, carpeted in a blood red rug with intricate black patterns. The dark grey wallpaper was printed with spidery silhouettes, and the the gas lamps offered very little in the way of light. The eerie music started again, so quietly they didn't notice at first.

They took a left turn, then a right, and stopped in front of a door obscured by shadows. "The courtyard," the butler announced. When the door swung open, the eerie music was replaced by up-tempo rock and roll.

The courtyard was surrounded by a gorgeous garden. Flowers of all colors and shapes grew liberally in along the pathways, lined with white stones. A grove of fruit trees loomed in one directions, branches glimmering with peaches, apples, pears, and apricots, and probably more.

"Wheee!" A voice cheered. A girl in a white dress flew past them on a zip-line.

"Lady Dove," the butler said. "I've brought your guests."

"Really?" the girl called down, dropping from the zip-line and landing in front of the trio. When she hit the pale gray paving stones her white skirt ruffled and flowed out like mist before turning mostly solid again. She looked to be around twelve or thirteen. Her round, pink face beamed up at them. "It's very nice to meet you!" she said. "I'm Dove in Mourning."

"I'm Sam, and these are my friends, Danny and Tucker. This doesn't look like mourning to me though."

"No no!" Dove said, waving a hand dismissively. "My name is in Mourning. I'm just playing right now. Do you want to play with me?"

"Your games don't involve us getting hurt or dying, right?" Tucker asked, and Dove's green eyes widened.

"Wait! You mean you're alive?"

"Well, mostly," Danny joked.

There was a shift in the air, the rock slowed like it was coming from a broken speaker and then morphed back into that music from before. Dove started to cry. Her flouncy white hair turned black, and the color seeped down and down, dripping like oil until her dress was pitch black too, and sweeping across the paving stones. All of the soft airiness she exuded gave way to a dripping darkness. Her pink skin turned a sickly green, and her green eyes turned to red as glowing tears beaded up in them and she started to tremble.

"Alive?" she repeated, choking on her tears. "Alive. Alive."

"Lady Shroud," the butler said. "How nice of you to join us."

Shroud began outright weeping. The tiles around her turned black. The flowers wilted and withered. Only the ones right next to Sam stayed in bloom. The fruit rotted in the tree branches and fell as the trees shriveled up, becoming gnarled husks.

"Did we say something wrong?" Danny asked, stepping back from her nervously. "Should we not have told her we're..." he hesitated to say 'alive' again, not wanting to upset the ghost further.

"This happens sometimes," the butler answered. "One never can know what will set the ladies off. Lady Shroud rarely suffers visitors, so when Lady Dove invited you in, I thought her sister wouldn't make an appearance."

"Sister?" Tucker asked. "Aren't they the same person?"

"It's... complicated." The butler sighed. "It's best to leave them alone when they're like this. Soon enough, Dove will come to comfort her, and she'll calm down."

"Should we... leave?" Danny asked.

Shroud opened her mouth, too wide and too dark with needle-like teeth. She wailed like a banshee and screamed on a howling voice, "GET! OUT!"

"I think that would be for the best, yes," the butler confirmed, and they scrambled for the door back into the mansion. "I'll keep her attention. Best of luck!"

Back inside, they tried to remember which way they came from, but the halls all looked the same and each was darker than the last. When they looked in doors, each room was identical to the others, each parlor, each bedroom, all of them exactly alike. They sprinted through the maze-like mansion while Shroud's wails and sobs grew louder, almost as if they were getting closer. The tempo rose on the ominous music.

Tucker tripped over the carpet and landed with a thud in the hall. The wails grew louder. Danny swore and helped up his friend, picking him up and carrying him bridal-style, rather than wait for him to recover enough to run. "Wait! In the Ghost Zone, humans can use ghost powers!" he remembered. "This way!" With Tucker in his arms, he led Sam through a wall, and another, and another.

Finally, the wailing grew quieter as they went through the final wall and there, like a lifeboat in a storm, was the Specter Speeder. Danny set Tucker back on his feet. They were out of the mansion and home free.

"Sorry, Sam," Danny said as they walked down the front steps again, Shroud's wails and sobs still punctuating each step despite the distance between them. "We got to see some of it, at least, and we met an interesting ghost... er, ghosts?"

"It's okay," Sam said, sounding only a little bit disappointed. "The aesthetic was spectacular, but honestly, that place was kind of boring. I mean, everything being identical has a certain level of spookiness, but no real intrigue. Bit of a let down, if I'm being honest."

"Yeah," Tucker agreed, finally calming down now that they were almost back to the speeder. "No offense or anything, Sam,—but this one was a bust." He wheeze, trying to catch his breath still, even though Danny had carried him the final stretch. "I've done more running today than I have through all of high school." She laughed at him, which might've been more biting if they weren't all so out of breath.

"Don't worry," Danny assured her. "This the the Ghost Zone, right? I'm sure there will be a lot more, uh, gothy places for us to see. Ones where we'll have more freedom to explore without the threat of a ghost having a temper tantrum, hopefully." They climbed back into the speeder and Danny took them into the sky.

"Woulda been nice if you'd told us we could walk through walls sooner though, Danny." Sam gave him a pointed look.

"I'm sorry! I forgot! And anyway," he yawned, "I think we should get some sleep. I'll put the Specter Speeder in neutral and maybe it'll be somewhere cool when we wake up."

"Sounds like a plan," Sam agreed, and Tucker nodded, grabbing the sleeping bags. Danny hit the lock button, and then activated the anti-ghost shield to make sure nothing and no one messed with them while they were asleep. "To be honest, we're not off to a great start, but maybe tomorrow will be better."

"I hope so," Danny said. They all climbed into their sleeping bags on the hard, steel floor of the speeder and tried to get some rest.

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Indecent Proposal (22)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: M'Baku, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, angst, implied character's death, mentions of suicide (no description)

Indecent Proposal (21)

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Your heart hammers in your chest. Your husbands want to leave the safety of the mansion to go after Rumlow.

“Bucky,“ you cling to him, desperate to stop him from leaving. “I don’t want you to do this. Please stay. I don’t care if he scared me. I’ll just stay inside the house for the rest of my life.”

“Doll,” Steve places his hand on your shoulder. “Rumlow will never stop. He wants revenge and will use you and our babies against us. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You paw at Bucky’s arms, refusing to let him go. He’s already in a tactical suit, and a bulletproof vest, telling you he expects getting shot.

“But…” You cry even harder. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Who’ll dick me down so good if you die?”

“Aw, I’ll always dick you down good,” Bucky coos you. He pecks your hair and whispers filthy words in your ear. “Half-dead or not, a bullet in my ass, I’ll dick you down. That’s a promise.”

You choke out a laugh. “You promise?”

“I promise, baby doll. Stevie and I will come back to give you dick for the rest of your life. You’ll never be empty.”

“You’re a filthy animal, Mr. Barnes,” you purr his name. Slowly you let go of Bucky to cup his face. “You better come back in one piece.” You kiss him softly. “Our babies need you.”

Bucky nods and swallows thickly. He clears his throat when you turn your attention toward Steve.

“—and you, Mr. Rogers,” you grab Steve’s face to kiss him too. “You’ll make sure he doesn’t risk too much. Please come back in one piece. I would miss your dick so much.”

“Doll,” Steve kisses your temple. “We will come back with Rumlow’s head on a silver plate. He’ll regret ever putting his hands on you.”

“STEVE!” Bucky grunts. “You can’t tell her something like that!”

“He wasn’t joking?” you look at Steve, mouth falling open at his serious expression. “I don’t want his head.”

“It’s hunting season and Rumlow’s head will be my trophy.”

A cold shudder runs down your spine at Steve’s words. For the first time, you see the dangerous and deadly man he truly is. He’s dead serious about turning Rumlow’s head into a trophy.

“We won’t put it on a wall,” you scrunch up your nose. “I hate hunting trophies, Steve. I don’t want this kind of thing at my home.”

“We promise to be back in the blink of an eye. You’re safe here, doll. Jake will stay here and check on the cameras. We increased safety once again. Food and everything else you’ll need will get delivered by trusted people. No one we do not know is allowed to enter the mansion.”

Steve tries to calm you by telling you all the preparations, but he scares you even more. What will happen to you and the babies if they do not make it back? Will their enemies take the chance to kill the next generation too?

“Nothing will happen to you and the babies,” Bucky softly speaks to you. He saw the fear in your eyes and tried to calm you. “We have a plan for the worst-case scenario too, Y/N. Do not worry too much. Steve and I intend on coming back to you.”

Steve, Bucky, and you said your goodbyes before they headed out to hunt Rumlow down. You’re still shaking and can’t calm down.

Jake tried to calm you by showing you the cameras and explaining the security system to you. He meant well, but it didn’t help at all.

All you can think of is that your men are out there, following a man who tried to kill you and your unborn children out of spite.

You can only hope and pray that Steve and Bucky keep their promise and come back to you.

“I’ll take the back with Steve, Clint, and Sam,” Steve explains the plan once again. “M’Baku, I want you to take the lead. Storm the front entrance with your team. Make some noise, distract him long enough for us to sneak. I want that bastard alive.”

“Got it,” M’Baku nods and gestures to his team to sneak toward the front entrance. He’s well-trained and knows how to take an enemy down without getting one of his teammates killed.

“My knives are waiting for that bastard,” Bucky clenches and unclenches his fists. “Steve, remember our promise to Y/N. Do not get too reckless in there.”

Steve huffs. “I must watch your back. I cannot get reckless. Do you think he has backup?” He follows Bucky and his team toward the back of the abandoned house, taking a deep breath. “Ready…”

“Ready…” Bucky picks the lock. He grips the door handle and listens closely, waiting to open the door until M’Baku crashes through the front door like the giant he is.

“What the fuck!” Brock aimlessly fires at M’Baku and his team, only hitting their bulletproof vests. He wasn’t prepared for a battle with a whole team. Rumlow prefers complicated plans and attacking people out of nowhere.

“You fucked with the wrong people,” M’Baku aims his shotgun at Rumlow. “You better drop that pitiful gun before I rip your head off with my hands. He bares his teeth and chuckles darkly when Bucky and the others step inside the room. “Did you finally join us, Barnes?”

Rumlow drops his gun. His fight and life are over, and he knows it.

“I didn’t want to steal the show from you,” Bucky shrugs. He puts his gun away, huffing as this was easier than he thought. “No friends to help you, Rumlow?”

“She ratted me out, didn’t she?” Rumlow laughs manically. “I knew that red-haired bitch is not to be trusted. She always tried to stop me from looking into your case.” He dips his head to watch Bucky get a knife out. “I should’ve killed her first.”

“Natasha knows where her loyalty lies,” Bucky shrugs. “We pay her well and protect her. No one touches our allies.”

“Did you fuck her too?” Rumlow spats. He wants to take a step toward Bucky but M’Baku blocks his path. “Get out of my way, bastard. I’ll tear you down.”

“You can try to get past me, buddy,” M’Baku chuckles loudly. No man ever got past him. Rumlow won’t be the only exception. “You’re lucky the bosses want you alive or you’d lie on the ground with a broken neck.”

“So…you came here to kill me. I knew you’d try to silence me to get away with murdering my girl.”

“We didn’t murder your girl,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “We had fun for a while. It’s not our fault she was crazier than a skunk on dope. She tried to kill my husband. Anyone else would’ve ended up dead. I let her live and told her to leave town and go back where she belongs.”

“She decided to kill herself because she didn’t get my husband,” Steve circles Rumlow, smirking as M’Baku puts his hand on Rumlow’s chest to stop him from getting away. “I’m sorry she did this, but we had nothing to do with her death. It was her choice.”

“I offered her a second chance,” Bucky points a knife at Rumlow. “I don’t easily grant people a second chance. She wasted it.” He dips his head to look at the man threatening your life more than once up and down. “Sorry to tell you, but you won’t get a second chance…”

Part 23

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[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #92: NM issues 47-50

Berto wakes up to find himself laying on the ground in Limbo with all his teammates unconscious and some demons carrying Illyana away. He tries to summon his powers, but Limbo doesn't have any solar energy, so against his better judgement and instincts, he heads off after them alone and powerless. They bring Illyana to some kind of ritual chamber and bring out a big sword, so Berto prepares to jump in with a stick and fight to the death, but he's grabbed by S'ym. It turns out the sword is to revive the demons' queen, but Illyana is touched that Berto was prepared to die for her even though he doesn't like or trust her. She gathers and revives the rest of the team, who try to come up with a plan to survive Magus. Warlock asks Illyana to send him back to Earth so Magus will kill him and leave, but his friends refuse. And it turns out they have no choice, because Magus has found a way to follow them into Limbo. Xuân is able to take hold of his mind for a moment, giving Illyana a chance to teleport the team blindly into space and time, hoping to escape. At the mansion in the present, Moira is mourning her daughter, but Max tells her that the students have taught him hope, and he believes they're still alive, especially because Brightwing is still there waiting for his rider to return. The New Mutants, meanwhile, find themselves in medieval Scotland, where they see some English soldiers attacking Scots. Berto, finally with a target to take out his anger on, jumps in, followed by the rest of the team. Illyana attempts to open a Limbo portal to scare them off, but instead techno-organic tentacles reach out and instantly transform a soldier and horse. It turns out one of the Scots they were defending is King Robert, who thanks them all and gives Rahne a necklace. She, in return, gives him an X-Man belt. Berto volunteers to go back into Limbo to scout out what Magus is doing, but Warlock says that he needs to do it, and that Berto has inspired him. Berto hugs Warlock, which is very sweet, while Illyana opens a portal. As he walks through, Illyana tells Berto they'll be better off if Magus does kill Warlock, which disgusts Berto. But Warlock comes back through the portal and says the coast is clear, and the New Mutants return to Limbo.

Illyana's next teleportation attempt goes horribly wrong, and Berto, Amara, Xuân, and Rahne find themselves in the Days of Future Past timeline, staring at posters of their adult selves labeled terminated. They're quickly attacked by Sentinels, but are saved by an adult Sam and Dani. Back in the present, Max is cleaning the kids' rooms, still determined that they'll return. In the future, Sam- who remembers all this time traveling from his own childhoods- give our heroes some information on the timeline's history that we haven't heard before. People started making mutants the scapegoats for every natural and environmental disaster until the government started taking action on it, sending the Avengers and Fantastic Four to round up mutants in camps. As soon as they were done, the Sentinels were reactivated and killed the non mutant heroes before slowly starting their extermination of all mutants. To their knowledge, Sam and Dani are the only X-Men left, and they've been working with Lila to find every mutant they can and evacuate them off planet. Rayne tries to go to Dani for comfort, but she brushes off all of the kids, not wanting to go through losing them again. The public broadcast then announces the capture of Lila Cheney. Sam knows it's a trap, but can't abandon her, and our New Mutants volunteer to help. Rahne is able to track Lila and avoid an ambush, and the team gets to safety. But the adults tell the kids that they have to leave them on Earth so Illyana can come back and get them, or their younger selves will never get the information they needed to come save them when they first arrived. Dani begs them to try to fix the past so this future doesn't come true. The scary part is that the fact that Sam and Dani remember this means it isn't the same Days of Future Past that Rachel came from, because that was a different timeline. This one is a possible future of the main timeline, which means there are multiple worlds all heading for this same conclusion. At the same time, it's nice to see that even though the Sentinels will keep searching for the mutants, the fight is never over, and some mutants will have the chance to live happier lives.

Doug, Warlock, Dani, and Sam are in another possible future- one where Max led mutantkind to dominance at the expense of humans and they're all known as martyrs for the cause. In this world, mutants won the war against Sentinels and placed themselves above humans, who are treated as second class citizens. Our New Mutants decide to fight back against this regime until Illyana rescues them, and are aided by an elderly Katie Power. They steal and distribute medicine to the human children who need it, but are attacked and arrested by the rulers of this world- an old Berto and Amara. Back in the present, Max wakes from a dream of the day his powers first manifested. He was a young boy about to be executed with his family by Nazis, when the bullets all curved around him. He was left in pit full of the bodies of his loved ones. He then mulls over Shaw's offer to join the Hellfire Club, wondering if it'll help him save his students or cause his own downfall. Back in the future, Berto tells his young friends that this started when Max joined the Hellfire Club, and Berto has inherited his seat and responsibilities. He tells the kids that his psychics will modify their brains to agree with him, and when they're sent back to the past they'll help ensure this future. I have very mixed feelings about this issue. Not every X-Men story is or should be about the mutant metaphor, and stories about evil mutants usually aren't. But when they get political like this, and position mutants as a species as tyrants and bigots, it comes off as very tone deaf. If this was just a story about future Berto joining the Hellfire Club and taking over the world, that would be much better, because it would be about Berto's character and his fears of becoming his father. But when he's just the leader of mutants as a whole, and humans who used to persecute mutants are now portrayed as the victims, it's just bad, especially when juxtaposed with the Holocaust metaphor in the previous issue and the direct reference to it in this one. Anyway, moving on from that can of worms, the next issue follows up on Illyana and brings the team back together.

Illyana's teleportation went crazy because she's lost control of Limbo. S'ym made a deal with Magus, who turned him into a TO being who is now able to resist Illyana's control, and the once loyal servant has converted an army for himself. Illyana's attempting to hold them off, but she's being overrun and casts a desperate spell that starts to rewrite the fabric of Limbo and teleports her away. The action then cuts to Xavier and Lilandra, still stranded in the Shi'ar galaxy rebelling against Deathbird. Xavier is just talking about how he misses his students when he feels a familiar presence and runs off to find Illyana being sold at a slave auction. The Starjammers blow everything up and fly off with Illyana, who's overjoyed to see Xavier- too overjoyed. The spell she cast also cleansed her of Limbo's corruption and her magic. At times, she's thought this was what she wanted, and she knows it would make her family happy, but she feels like a piece of her is missing. Desperate to save his students, Xavier asks Illyana to bring him to Limbo, and she does, along with Lilandra and Carol Danvers. Limbo is now a paradise looking like Ororo's garden from Illyana's childhood. The soulsword is stuck in the ground, having absorbed all the dark magic from the world and from Illyana herself. But when S'ym attacks, Illyana takes back her sword and the darkness to drive him off. I think this moment was the closest Illyana ever got to escaping her awful fate, but she chose to take it back, on one level to save her friends, and on another because she's addicted to the darkness. This does give her full control over her power again, though, and she quickly collects the mutants in both timelines. They're all thrilled to see Xavier, but Dani and Sam are watching Berto and Amara suspiciously, and they're watching them with sorrow. Illyana takes the whole group back to the Starjammers, but they find Magus cracking the planet apart and screaming for Warlock. The New Mutants spring into action, with Xavier psychically boosting them to augment their powers, but they're barely doing anything until Doug comes up with a plan. Xavier, Dani, and Xuân keep Magus distracted psychically while Doug and Warlock and fly up to interface with Magus, and Doug is able to rewrite a super sciency regression thingy that makes Magus convert himself back into a baby technarch and go to his homeworld. In the closing moments, Warlock tells the New Mutants that he considers them his true family, and Xavier his true father. I love this issue. Despite the scope of Magus's powers, every New Mutant is able to contribute to their victory, and Xavier is able to be a part of it without taking over the narrative, a big improvement over some of the early story arcs.

Although he's staying on for a few more issues, and he wasn't planning to leave the book, this arc is a good capstone to everything Claremont has done on the book. There wasn't that much new character development, but seeing some of their potential futures was interesting, and most of the characters had some really cool moments. I didn't think I would ever be so happy to see Xavier again. Illyana had some really interesting development, but it's still all just setup for her future. This is also one of the last big adventures with the original 9 New Mutants; they're about to lose some members and now that I think about it I don't think there's been a story to this day where they're all together. So it was bittersweet to read. There have been some times when it felt like this book was meandering, introducing new conflicts and villains and just leaving them there, but this arc makes it feel like everything has been leading here, which is what a good anniversary issue should do.

[softdynasty]

The early beginnings...

Hi, my name's softdynasty (you can call me Lachlan too if you like). I'm an Australian English major studying to become an English teacher & author. I'm going to take you a little journey, and we'll be covering the following:

What does literature "mean to me"?

What kinds of things do I like to read?

So, if you're interested you can read more!

What does literature mean to me?

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”

― J.D. Salinger

I think J.D. Salinger captured the essence of reading (to me) when he said "you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours." Reading, and the celebration of aesthetic achievement in literature is a way to connect with the ideas, feelings, and emotions of an author. A snapshot into a time, place, and context ENTIRELY different to your own. Literature quite literally illuminates the unseen. It's a tool to challenge or ignite ideas, alter perspectives, and change the world. Good books are books that will stay with you forever. I leave with you a quote from Lloyd Alexander:

"Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it."

― Lloyd Alexander

What kinds of things do I read?

My favourite genre of story is undoubtedly tragedy. There's something powerful and authentic about the genre. Something human. You read these stories, and they bloody punch you in the gut. They make you cry, smile, angry, and then cry again. I'll take you through the story that is Tim Winton's, "Cloudstreet" and show you the power of tragedy.

Cloudstreet is set in Western Australia and features two families, the Pickles and the Lambs. Sam Pickles, father of Rose believes in this "shifty shadow" (sometimes called the hairy hand of god), to him, this "shadow" symbolises luck. Well, luck sure is a bastard, because Sam ends up losing all the fingers on his dominant hand at a tragic accident at work, forcing the family to move in with one of Sam's relatives who runs the local club. You must be thinking "poor bastard losing his fingers like that!" Well, it doesn't get much better for him. He goes out fishing with this relative of his, and tragedy strikes again. His relative, in front of Sam, suffers from a fatal heart attack, once again leaving the Pickles with nothing.

However, Sam is left a large mansion on Cloudstreet by his relative, and the Pickles family end up moving in. This is when the story cuts to the Lamb family who were enjoying an ordinary beach party. Nothing could go wrong, right? Wrong. Fish Lamb is the pride of the family: the funny one, the smart one, the sociable one, the loved one. Quoting the book, "everybody loves Fish Lamb." However, the Fish Lamb we first see doesn't exist for long. Tragedy strikes, and Fish Lamb drowns, caught under the fishing net, unnoticed until its too late. Oriel Lamb, his mother, frantically performs CPR and tries to revive him. They bring him back to life! But, as Quick Lamb (Fish's brother) observes, "not all of Fish Lamb had come back." Fish Lamb from this moment on is stuck with the mind of a child, he's incapable of basic thought and cannot take care of himself. Fish Lamb was gone. This devastated the Lamb family, who used to be devote religious people, leading them to lose their faith. The town they lived in was only a source of trauma, and seeking escape, move to a mansion being rented out. That mansion was Cloudstreet. The story then proceeds to take you through the complex lives of these diverse characters as they search for their role in life and battle the constant tragedy that surrounds them.

All of these events I just described happened in the first 35 pages of a 426 page novel, and yet they evoke such raw and authentic emotion and feelings. They challenge the reader in magical ways. It's captivating. It's human. Of course, tragedy isn't the only genre I like. Some of my all time favourite books are just as comedic as they are sad, just as magical as they are real, like the amazing Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.

“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.”

― Erma Bombeck

Wrapping things up

I hope you all liked the brief background on myself as a reader, and I hope you learned a thing or two about me in the process. I'll be posting regular updates about the things I'm reading, the things I'm writing and the things I'm enjoying. If you want to follow my little blog, feel free I'd love to have you! Also, if you want to contact me, you can contact me either via this page, or on my discord: softdynasty#9999.

[tatzelwyrm]

Travis making Sam have Taryon and Scanlan interact is my new favourite thing on this show and Sam deserves every second of it.

Travis is clearly enjoying this, what a petty king, while Ashley is watching them like it’s tennis:

Sam’s face as he realises it’s gonna be like this for the entire session:

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

A Brief Refresher on the Sam Bucket Saga and the Egg

It’s been a while since the first two streams in the Sam Bucket trilogy, and people who have fallen out of keeping up with the Dream SMP in the past month or two might be wondering...

Who the hell is Sam Bucket and why is his lore significant?

What’s the red portal?

Is the Egg really a thing again?

Why is Foolish involved?

Well, here’s a brief recap in case you want to watch the finale but don’t want to watch everything else first!

This trilogy is a little unique in terms of DSMP lore, as it is not chronologically aligned with actual real life time, but instead has two streams take place moments after another, with implications that time is frozen in-universe outside of the character’s POV for the duration of the stream.

Sam Bucket started off, like many others, as a joke character, so I won’t go through the entire backstory of his first appearances pranking Bad.

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Lore Vods

(Not including previous appearances of Sam Bucket before these)

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MARCH 29, 2022: WHO IS SAM BUCKET? (Bad’s POV)

APRIL 20, 2022: JUST WHO IS SAM BUCKET? (Awesamdude’s POV)

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So...Who is Sam Bucket?

Sam Bucket is identical to regular Sam and Sam Nook. Unlike Sam Nook, he does not seem to be a robot. He is characterized by saying only his own name in various tones, and constantly carrying buckets.

Sam Nook, the robot, knows of Sam Bucket’s existence. In fact, in a conversation with Foolish, Sam Nook seems to be concerned about him, considering Sam Bucket a dangerous entity.

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TIME FREEZE 1: THE FOREST FOUNTAIN

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Bad was at his mansion one day telling Sam about Sam Bucket. Sam, of course, doesn’t believe Bad and thinks he’s been drinking. Sam leaves Bad at the mansion.

Bad goes to try and find Foolish in the desert, but, instead of Foolish, Sam Bucket is at Foolish’s home looking through Foolish’s belongings. After Bad gives him some buckets, Sam Bucket leaves. Bad follows him in secret to a forest just outside of Las Nevadas. The sky goes black and a path of soul torches, strewn with Wither skulls, leads into the woods.

In the woods, Bad finds Sam Bucket at a fountain of water surrounded by pillars of stone with buckets hung on them. On two of the pillars are names written in red: one, Bad’s now has a filled bucket. The other, empty, is Foolish’s.

Bad trips and is noticed by Sam Bucket. Sam Bucket chases Bad all the way back to the mansion, until Bad turns behind him to see Sam Bucket. The screen cuts to black.

When Bad comes out of the mansion, the sky is bright again and Sam is there. The two of them had just spoken a few minutes ago. Bad tries to show Sam the fountain in the forest, but, of course, it is gone.

The two go walking down the Prime Path back, and Bad asks Sam who Sam Bucket is. Sam says there is no one named Sam Bucket.

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TIME FREEZE 2: THE UNDERGROUND TUNNELS

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Taking place moments after the first stream ends, the second is from Sam’s POV. After leading Bad home, Sam parts ways with him, suspecting the Egg might be at fault. Sam goes to the Egg Room to inspect it.

In the back rooms behind the Egg, Sam finds a new tunnel, this one leading to a maze of underground chambers splattered with murals of the Egg and strange writings on the walls. Inside the chests, Sam finds journal entries:

Sam Bucket was going mining in a ravine one day when he came across some of the Egg’s infamous Blood Vines. The source, he found, was buried, but as he got closer and closer he began to hear voices. As he continued to dig, he eventually found the source of the Vines: The Egg.

He was eager to show everyone his discovery. Once he did, though, some were not so on board as the Vines began to spread to the surface. The Egg knew how to take care of this situation, and gave Sam Bucket a plan to take care of the troublemakers once and for all...

Like Bad did, Sam Bucket was affected by the Egg’s promises, dragged into helping it grow. There were people, friends of Sam Bucket, who didn’t like the Vines who had to be dealt with. It is uncertain what happened to them.

Sam Bucket had dug tunnels underground to help the Vines grow. The first one, he wrote, would be “under his house” (who exactly is unknown).

In the chambers, Awesam finds a similar pillar circle to the one Bad found. Past a Blood Vine he finds Sam Bucket standing before what looks like a bright, red, glowing portal.

It is at that point that Sam Bucket notices Sam and gives chase, sending Sam running all the way back to the surface by Bad’s mansion.

Bad had only just been talking to Sam a few minutes ago! But Sam explains what happened.

The two decide that, together, they must go down to the underground once more to find out what’s going on.

And if they do, they must be prepared to destroy the Egg.

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So...who is Sam Bucket?

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Sam Bucket appears to be a man who discovered the Egg long before Bad did, judging by his mention of friends (as people on the Dream SMP currently don’t seem to know Sam Bucket). He went down a similar path to Bad and likely pulled some sort of Red Banquet-esque stunt to deal with the people who didn’t like the Egg.

One way or another, by the time Bad found the Egg, it had been buried again, and Sam Bucket’s friends are nowhere to be seen.

For some reason, Sam Bucket seems to have a fixation not only on Bad but also Foolish, going to Foolish’s home and aiming to get a bucket of water from him. The water is a recurring theme here, and those who watched the Egg Arc might remember how holy water from the fountain of Church Prime played a large role.

Bad was certainly a leader of the Egg’s resurgence, but why Foolish? Well, Foolish’s first life was fed to the Egg, and in order to purify the Egg’s voice from his head he had to submerge himself in the holy fountain. The Egg may still be after him, or even lying in wait in his own head.

Another point of interest is the red portal. What does this portal lead to? It’s not a Nether portal like the one to Ohio, nor does it likely lead to Utah.

Could it be a different dimension ruled by the Egg? A teleport to an important location on the server? A doorway to Texas? Who knows.

The Finale will give us the answers!

[calebskingdom]

"Dream doesn't care! He does not care! You have the wrong hostage! I CARE!"

Twitter has me thinking about this again and I want to talk about it.

For the longest time, Technoblade insisted he wouldn't let anyone close again. After everything with Tommy, he insisted that he wouldn't care about someone like that again aside from Phil, that Phil was the only person he needed, the only person he cared about.

When Ranboo moved to the Artic, he kept him at arm's length, didn't really try to interact with him.

But then Ranboo started reaching out. He gave him a new axe to replace the Axe of Peace because he'd heard he lost it. They started going to mansions and ocean monuments together. They started spending time together for the sake of spending time together. They were getting close, but Techno still said he didn't trust him. Said he didn't know if Ranboo was reliable and didn't know if the Syndicate could trust him, but invited him to be a part of it anyways.

And then they spent even more time together.

And then Technoblade called him his friend for the first time. He called Ranboo one of his best friends outright, the first time he put a label on their friendship, the first time he actually acknowledged it. When Badboyhalo was trying to recruit them and asked if Techno liked Ranboo, he said he did and had made it his goal to keep Ranboo safe.

So yeah, of course he cares! We know he cares!

But then Ranboo gets thrown in the jail and while we all know Technoblade had to break Dream out because of the favor, he kept saying Ranboo. Ranboo is in the prison. Ranboo is in trouble. We have to save Ranboo. Sure, he'd say Dream's name, but he put an emphasis on saving Ranboo, not Dream.

And he kept refusing to leave Ranboo behind, was getting angry with Dream for even suggesting it! Insisted that he would not leave the prison without Ranboo by his side. They could have left with just Dream, that was the favor after all, to save Dream, but Techno didn't want to. No, he wanted to save Ranboo and he refused to leave him behind.

And they save him! They get him (and Connor, still a bit confused about that) out of their cells and they're all decked out in armor and they finally escape, even if they have a bit of trouble along the way.

They get out of the prison and they're running and they're running and then-

Where's Ranboo?

Technoblade stops running, still refuses to put Dream's safety first, because Ranboo is in danger. Sam threatens Michael and Ranboo stops running because how could he? How could he let his son get hurt? Sure, Sam doesn't actually know where Michael is, but Ranboo doesn't know that. We do as viewers, but not Ranboo.

And Sam is threatening to kill Ranboo all the sudden. Demanding Dream come back while Dream is demanding Techno runs with him, demands they get out of there, but Techno refuses. He has to save Ranboo, he has to save his friend, but the others are getting in the way and he can't get close and-

"Dream doesn't care! He does not care! You have the wrong hostage! I CARE!"

Just before he can reach Ranboo, he watched him get killed. Just a few feet away, he's so close, and Ranboo gets killed right before his eyes. And Ranboo has given him the picture of Michael, a wordless plea, and Technoblade has once again lost someone he cares about.

For the first time in a long time, he tried to save a friend, and he couldn't reach them in time.

And he has to run because he's outnumbered, there's too many people, he knows he can't win, but he has another goal now.

Technoblade isn't going to let Sam get away with this. He's going to make Sam pay for killing one of his best friends.

And I cannot fucking wait to see it.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

I'm sober this time

Mika has a bit too much to drink and Sam saves the day.

Kinda inspired by my fic "Drunk words are sober thoughts" I just switched the roles a bit.

Sam walked into the club, eyes searching for Mika. Suzu had called him, letting him know that neither she nor Naomi could give her a ride and that they didn’t want Mika going alone with an uber, as she was too drunk. 

As soon as Suzu saw Sam, she ran over frantically. “I don’t know where she’s at. I tried to keep her still but damn, even drunk that girl is sneaky.”

He started to become worried, knowing how clueless Mika could be when she was drunk, and the possibilities of different outcomes flashed through his mind. 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t too far off. His eyes finally landed on his roommate and crush, who wore a tight light blue dress, her long raven colored hair flowing around her body. She was staring at a man who’d grabbed her by the wrist, moving to feel her up.

Mindful to not use his superspeed, Sam rushed over to the two and broke her free from the stranger’s grasp. Her eyes lit up at seeing him, smiling widely as she spoke, completely slurring her words. “Sam! Ooooh, you should get a drink, we-”

“I’m not drinking, we're going home” he said, cutting her off. She pouted, which he couldn’t help but admit was kinda cute, but apparently the strange man wasn’t done with them. 

“Come on, I’ll buy you a drink,” he offered, moving to touch her. Sam didn’t give him the choice, however, grabbing his arm tightly enough to bruise. The man whimpered a bit, trying to pull away but failing. 

Sam was faintly aware of the eyes on him, and the fact that Mika needed to get home, so he let the man go. “Don’t even think of trying anything else.” Sam warned, and once the man had quickly walked away, he turned around to find Mika and…

Shit! Where did she go? Sam began to search, calling her name as he moved through the club. He needed to find her before she got into more trouble.

Finally, he found her again, ordering a drink for herself. Sam rushed over; no way was she drinking more. “Hey, we’re leaving. No more drinks.” He said, and the bartender seemed to agree judging the grateful look she was giving him.

“But Saaaam.” She pleaded. “One more?”

As tempted as he was, he shook his head. “No.”

She stuck her bottom lip out slightly but didn’t protest when Sam lightly placed a hand on her back and led her out. He didn’t miss her lack of coordination though and was already prepared to catch her when she started to fall. She only laughed while Sam picked her up bridal style, waving slightly at Suzu and Naomi who were walking out as well, and going outside.

He could feel her gaze burning into his skin as he carried her to the car and ignored it until one of her hands went to cradle his cheek as she giggled softly. “You’re kinda cute.”

Sam blushed and shook his head. “Sure I am, Doofus.”

Mika began to laugh more, confusing the hell out of Sam until she explained. “I like it when you call me Doofus.”

He raised a brow, glancing at her as he laughed softly. When he got her settled into the car, she seemed to have calmed down a bit. Getting back to the Mansion, he used his super speed to scoop her up before she could try and walk. “Thank you, fine gentleman.” She joked.

Sam rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah whatever.”

When they got inside, the others were coming to the lobby when they arrived. “Is she okay?” Matthew asked.

Sam shrugged. “Just some alcohol, she’ll be fine.”

Mika began to snicker behind her hand. “Yall are drama queens. Even Sam.”

Damien chuckled slightly at her drunk thoughts as him and the others returned to their respective activities. Sam shook his head and started up the stairs when Mika started to comb through his hair. “I think I like you.” She said plainly, and Sam felt his heart squeeze painfully.

She was drunk, badly. She didn’t like him; she’d say the same thing to any of his brothers. “You have a nice jaw.” Yep. Definitely drunk.

He walked in her room, setting her down so she could get ready for bed. Mika, however, had other plans. She kept her arms around his shoulders even as he set her on her feet, smiling at him. “Do you like me?”

Sam frowned a bit. “You’re drunk.”

Sam hated how sad she suddenly looked, his knees threatening to give out on the spot. But no matter how much he wanted to tell her how he felt, he needed to do it when she was sober. Hoping to make it seem like less of a rejection, he moved to ruffle her hair with his hand. “If you wanna talk in the morning, we will.” He offered.

She smiled softly as she walked away from him, fumbling as she went to find clothes. Sam took this as a sign to leave for bed, so he awkwardly left the room, leaving her by herself.

*

The next morning, Sam sat in his room as he watched YouTube on his phone. The night before was fresh on his mind, and her drunken confession almost felt like torture. Her face when he didn’t claim to reciprocate hurt even worse. But she’d been drunk, she’d wake up today and be super embarrassed, and-

A knock on the door broke Sam from his thoughts, and when he opened the door, he was surprised to see Mika. She looked disheveled, pale too, but she had a soft smile. He prepared himself for her to say she hadn’t meant it. 

“I like you, and I’m sober this time.”