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Fix Me (doctor/soulmate AU) {4}

Summary: Getting to know Grayson Dolan and his field of expertise, Y/N finds herself growing closer to Ethan despite her initial reluctance.

Warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT, swearing, drinking, possibly triggering end

Word count: 7000+

Fix Me (doctor/soulmate AU) series Masterlist

A/N - heavily inspired by Grey’s anatomy, my own experiences and thoughts, but also by songs: Birdy - Not about angels, Bear’s den - Fortress, Matthew and the atlas - Out of the darkness, Harry Styles - Falling, Kodaline - Wherever you are, Isak Danielson - Love me Wrong, Dove Cameron - Remember me, Tom Odell - Can’t pretend, The XX - Angels.

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Pulchritudinous (adj.) – having incredible physical beauty

Pink. Pink walls, pink scrubs, pink down to her underwear - that's what gynecology felt like to Y/N. Everything and everyone's just so...PINK. And she doesn't have anything against the color, in fact it reminds her of the most beautiful sunsets she's ever seen or the luscious lips she recently kissed, but there is such a thing as too much pink and this was the perfect example of that.

People smile so much she wondered if their faces are stuck like that and while she appreciates the kindness and acceptance they bestowed on any intern joining them, Y/N feels like she's stuck in a cotton candy machine cartoon. Yet she can't blow this.

It is absolutely imperative she does well and convinces Ethan to stop giving Grayson anymore of the interns because she never wants to be back on this ward in her life because the happy-go-people are driving her insane.

"Morning little princess! Had a good night?" Grayson snickers at his own hello and its was the first of many hints he had given her about what he coaxed out of his brother during morning coffee.

"A better night than this morning." She grumbles, looking up at Grayson in suspicion. Maybe he's always so smiley or his hair is always so nicely combed to the side, but something told her his curls are wilder than Ethan's and she got to experience them once upon a time. She nearly had a repeat just the night before and while she wanted to let go and give into Ethan, she stopped herself just in time.

Being around his twin certainly didn’t help her rid of Ethan from her thoughts or memories and no matter how hard she tried to lock the memories of his gentle touch, there was no denying he sunk his claws deep into her and more she tried to fight it, she fell only further.

“Sounds like you had a very interesting evening then.” Grayson quipped, his smile painfully ineradicable and unreadable, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling he could tell there was something between her and Ethan. Would Ethan tell his brother? Would she be comfortable with Grayson being let in on their forbidden kiss?

“You could say that.” She forced a smile before clearing her throat awkwardly.

“So, when am I supposed to be useful around here?” Changing the subject, she quickly glanced at the half empty rooms with lips pressed together, hoping she’d get to pay her dues and be done with it because if there’s one specialty she was sure she wasn’t fit for, it was definitely gynecology.

“There’s only one woman in the maternity ward, she should give birth sometime during the night. Until then, we’ll do a couple of check ups to follow progression of the delivery, mainly to make sure the baby and mama are well. The rest are all here due to risky pregnancies, but I don’t expect anyone to have their baby this week.” Briefing Y/N, Grayson was sure she would roll her eyes or at least make a remark on the slow day ahead, but he was surprised to see her nod along and make a few notes for herself.

“Alright. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to start rounds myself and I can fill you in later?” She smiled and Grayson frowned ever so slightly as if he was lost in his attempt to read her. And he was. People are usually open books and Grayson loves being able to anticipate what they will do or say, but this girl was hard to read and it frustrated him…especially when he wanted more information on how she feels for his brother who is a besotted fool. Aside from her beauty, Grayson found herself wondering why Ethan fell so fast for her because he wasn’t the cloudy, twisty type and Y/N looked like she possessed darkness Grayson couldn’t fathom.

“Doctor Dolan?” After losing patience, Y/N reminded Grayson she was still there and waiting for confirmation and while she could stare at his perfectly symmetrical face all day and admire the way his eyes are hazel in this particular light or his extreme beauty all around, she really wanted to make a good impression and prove she can do more than just surgery and most of all, she wanted to prove to Ethan that she can take orders outside of bed too…when she wants to.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Page me if there’s trouble.” Grayson instructed with a small smile, rubbing his chin as she walked away from him, leaving him more confused than he had ever been in his entire life and all he could hope for is his own soulmate being easier to understand than Y/N otherwise he’d be in deep shit.

Orphic (adj.) – mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding

“How is she doing?” Ethan appeared before Grayson without any warnings in the attendee lounge, nearly scaring him to death as he choked on that sip of coffee he thought of as his saving grace just moments before.

“You can’t just jump people and expect them to be forthcoming”, Grayson coughed once more and Ethan took it as a sign to pat his back…a little too hard for comfort or to earn a proper thank you from his brother, but he did receive a dirty I want to kill you look for his efforts.

“I didn’t jump you, I asked nicely as any brother would. Now, would you be a good brother and tell me you didn’t scare her away?” Ethan insisted, his eyes bright and curious, his hands clasped together before his chest in a tiny prayer of sorts, as if it would ever work considering Grayson’s meddling nature can only be stopped by death and that was certainly not happening any time soon.

“You literally came out of nowhere!” Grayson exclaimed before shaking his head in annoyance only to sit back on the couch and take a deep breath. “She was as enthusiastic as she can get, I supposed. Pretty sure she’s just itching to get this rotation done with so she can finally be back by your side.”

Eyes widening, Ethan’s lips twitched as he fought a smile from appearing because he knows that any time he gets any hope, Y/N disappears and he’s left to lick his wounds. This time, he would take it slow and let her mystery unveil itself on terms she’s comfortable with because whenever he pushes the matter, she runs, but the moment he slows down and patiently lets her know he’s not going anywhere, she opens up and every time he gets insight in all her beauty, he is left entranced. She’s not for feeble minded people, there’s no doubt about it in his mind and if anything, Ethan was more determined to love her because of it. She tested him in every way possible and while it was stressing him out, Ethan wouldn’t give up on her. She’s hard to understand to ordinary minds, but Ethan isn’t ordinary and he was ready to face the challenge.

“You didn’t tell her I told her about the kiss, right?” Deciding to check, just in case Grayson really wanted to anger him, Ethan tilts his head to the left ever so slightly, just enough to make sure Grayson knows there is only one right answer.

“No, but I did tease her with a few hints I’m sure she didn’t pick up on.” Chuckling, Grayson winks at Ethan before leaning in and whispering: “Don’t worry, she said she had a great night.”

“I swear, if she realizes you know I will never tell you anything again.” Cracking his knuckles, Ethan leans on the couch too, resting his head on the back of it with a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

“She won’t! Dude, relax and go with the flow. The connection you two share can’t be erased by anything and she will realize that too. I just hope my soulmate situation ends up being easy peasy lemon squeezy, cause I don’t think I can handle the stress you’re dealing with.” He barely finished the sentence before Ethan cackled, clapping his hands before turning to his brother.

“I hope I’m alive when you meet her because I have a feeling you’re going to be worse than I am.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Grayson’s words only sparked more laughter from Ethan who had tears in his eyes whenever he realized karma is a bitch and Grayson would likely get a woman that will drive him crazy too or he will drive her crazy because as much as he loves his brother, Grayson isn’t an easy man to deal with either.

“I hate you so much.” Grayson’s pager went off just in time and while he had more than enough to say to his brother for psyching him out about his soulmate, Grayson flipped him off and rushed toward his ward because Y/N’s just a newbie and he couldn’t let her deal with emergencies herself even if he wished he could. Grayson loves his job dearly and out of all the specialties he could have chosen, gynecology and neonatology were his first love and that’s why he became a double certified surgeon.

“Where’s the fire?” Still out of breath, he watched the rather calm Y/N with a raised eyebrow and he definitely had to hold himself back from taking his frustrations out on her.

“Just wanted to let you know the patient demanded epidural and I need you to handle it since I’m just an intern and I can’t exactly summon the anesthesiologist myself without your signature.” Finishing the last of the papers she was working on, Y/N looked up at the almost heaving, red in the face, sweaty Grayson who looked like he was about to have a stroke considering the pulsating veins in both his neck and forehead as he kept a tight-lipped smile to pose as a front of calmness and serenity.

“You good?” She asked with a slight frown, wondering if she should page some help in case the giant before he decides to crash on the floor, but he quickly nods, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’ll call them now. Thank you for paging me.” Despite the polite tone used, Y/N could tell Grayson wasn’t quite happy with her but then again, she had to call him before the poor woman’s time frame was closed and she had to endure all the pain of a natural delivery even though it’s her right to ask for medication. Shrugging, she just smiled and went on her break without sparing Grayson a glance, figuring she’d only get a death stare if she dared to look back and she wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s anger.

“Delivered any babies?” Alex asked her as they passed each other in the hall and Y/N had to fake a smile as she realized she’s waiting on one woman to pop while the rest of the interns are all in the OR. Anger of her own bubbled up to the surface as she walked into an on call room, her eyes stinging with tears she absolutely hated. Most people break things when they’re enraged, but she cries. It’s contradictory but that’s exactly who she is – a breathing contradiction of nature.

Querencia (n.) – a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place you are your most authentic self

“What’s wrong?”

And there he is again, finding her even when she’s looking for solitude, offering his hand to hold and shoulder to lean on even when she least expects it. The worst thing is that she’s actually becoming dependent on his help and that scares her most of all, because what is she supposed to do when he decides she’s not worth it and goes back to whoever his soulmate is? It’s always going to haunt her – who is his soulmate and what is their story? Why would he be kissing her if he has a soulmate?

“It’s stupid and I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll let you rest.” Mumbling so fast, Y/N stood abruptly, wanting to leave Ethan behind and find a quiet, vacant place to release the pent up emotions and confusion so she could handle faking some perkiness for Grayson for the rest of the day.

Grasping her hand in seconds, Ethan didn’t hesitate to pull her back toward him, refusing to let her walk away when she’s so clearly upset. Their eyes meet in an instant, the closeness forcing them both to hold their breath and look at each other silently. Ethan’s free hand gently moves along her arm, finding its rightful place at the side of her neck, touching her skin so tenderly she felt on cloud nine and it reminded her of that night where he unraveled her, made her scream his name in pleasure she never found before or after than night again. There was no denying it, Y/N had a weakness for his hand on her neck and his words in her heart, neither of which she had any willpower to refuse, especially not when she couldn’t breathe when he looked at her with such longing, shameful lust and indisputable passion. And still, she never felt more at home nor did she feel more herself than in Ethan’s arms.

“It’s not stupid to me. I won’t make fun of you, I promise.” Ethan assures her, speaking first in hope of having her walls break down and he released her hand only to wrap his arm around her waist, bringing her closer than ever, close enough to smell the cherry chopstick on her lips.

“I just miss surgery and everyone’s doing their thing while I’m waiting on one woman having a baby and it’s frustrating. But you’re right, I have to learn to be a team player and to be more patient with you and believe your experience and knowledge that is vast comparing to mine. But I still miss it.” The timid look in her eye made his heart clench so painfully, that Ethan could hardly stop himself from kissing her to relieve the hurt. His soulmate is a willful woman, fierce and independent that it made him feel guilty for seemingly beating it out of her in this particular moment.

“I see you learned the lesson. If it’s worth anything, I miss having you around too.” Ethan smiled, his lips nearly touching upon her soft ones, the proximity playing with his senses and driving his self-control up the wall. There is nothing in the world he wanted more than to kiss her again, but this time around Ethan decided to let her make the move. She is tender, but fierce. To understand a woman like her, one must realize that the former is who she is and the latter is what life demanded of her – a caring heart that has seen too much pain.

“You miss me or you just want a repeat of our night together? Is this emotion or physical attraction?” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she wets her lips in thought and he can’t help but think this is a well-designed trap for him to say the wrong thing and for her to use it as excuse to put distance between them rather than face her own desires and he was almost certain those desires included him.

“Why can’t it be both?” Opting for a rather neutral response, Ethan bites the inside of his lips in anticipation of her pushing him away and storming off, but even as he waits, he feels her hips press closer to him as if she’s telling him he won’t be left alone. Not again.

“Physical attraction is nothing more than chemical reactions in your brain. Can’t trust them. They’re not real.” She quipped, seeing a cocky smile appear on his lips, noticing the tiny wrinkles around his dark eyes as he holds her gaze bravely, unwavering even when she hardens.

“Isn’t the whole universe a chemical reaction?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, holding her captive with just his eyes, as if his arms posed no threat comparing to the power of just a look.

“Do you trust that?” He continued as a tiny bead of sweat formed on his temple.

“The heart we’ve been working on in the OR, this connection we share that makes us unable to walk away? Feels pretty real to me.”

Biting her lower lip, contemplating the right move, Y/N couldn’t fight him on it. Her heart knew he was right for it wouldn’t be screaming at her to kiss her and those butterflies in her stomach felt more like killer bees as the need to feel him inside her had taken over every thought she generated.

One hand caressing his lean cheek, Y/N forgo all rational thought as she slammed her lips against his and Ethan’s own heart leapt inside his chest. In the force of a passionate kiss, he pushed her against the door, remembering to lock it just before he slipped her lab coat off. His burning lips had only been fueled to stay on hers forever, his tongue lining her lips before they part. The kiss deepened; desire and passion palpable as their souls stir, itching to be as one.

Breaking apart just to take their scrubs off, they were sure they broke a record in undressing as they clashed again. Ethan chuckled as she nibbled on his bottom lip, her right palm falling over his chest down to his abs only to stop at his boxers, pulling at the waistband with her own lips spreading into a smile.

Their gazes locked. They were both breathing rapidly, both totally focused. She studied the sight of Ethan’s bare body, his abs on display and his heart visibly beating in his chest, her eyes travelling down to his happy trail and to her reluctant hand that already slipped a few fingers inside his briefs and she pauses not because she’s unsure about wanting this but because for an instant, she is aware of the throbbing in her blood, of the beat that seemed to vibrate about them – something only Ethan could ever make her feel.

“You really sure about this”, but Ethan worried she’s backing out and she had to make sure she felt safe to say no if there was any doubt in her mind about it happening. Little did he know the only doubt she had was tied to becoming a dreaded Grey’s anatomy cliché.

“I followed all the rules. Drew inside the lines. Where did it get me? I’m done being the good girl, Ethan. I want you. ALL of you.”

As his fingers passed the point between her breasts, and moved lower, she drew in a shuddering breath. And closed her eyes. “Please.”

Ethan heard the tremor in her voice, his lips following as they tremble before attaching to her neck, palm sliding possessively around her hip, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he drew her to him. He took her lips, her mouth—a second later, he felt the shudder that passed through her, her achingly sweet surrender.

He felt her fingers at his nape as they slid into his hair. Her lips are soft, pliant, eager to appease and he feasted, on them, on her mouth, on the warmth she so freely offered him, no struggle and no stress. She pressed herself closer to him as he slid his hand down her back, to stroke, then cup her bottom, growling possessively as she giggles, breaking up their kiss into a few quicker pecks.

“You’re driving me crazy.” Ethan manages to whisper, smiling as her giggles make his worries subside, casting all fear aside as he rests his forehead on hers, walking her back to the lower bunk and while he didn’t expect their second time to be in an on call room on a bunk-bed, he realizes it’s not the place or circumstance but the person he gets to hold close to him.

“Good. That’s the goal.” She mumbles as he unclasps her pink bra with one hand, helping her take it off before his fingers grasp the pink panties and rip them on the sides as if she won’t need them for later.

“Pink, huh?” He kinks his eyebrow as that smirk of his reappears and she can’t help but roll her eyes at him.

“Your fault. Gynecology, remember?”

He caught her hand and towed her the few steps to the bed. He sat, then took her other hand too, and pulled her to stand between his knees. She watched, her breathing ragged, as he took in her body fully for the first time. The first time they barely took time to look at one another, missing those birthmarks and scars life had left on their skin as a road map to what they’ve survived. This time he had no intention on missing anything, including the scars she had from her surgery or any other intervention her body suffered.

Ethan drew a shuddering breath and reached for her. His burning palms sliding over her back, urging her forward, broke the spell that had held Y/N. On a gasp, she let him pull her near, grasping his shoulders to steady herself. He looked up, the invitation in his eyes very clear, one she took in an instant as she bent her head and kissed him, longingly, openly, giving all she had to give.

She was his and she knew it. There was no reason she couldn't indulge him, and herself, in this way. No reason she couldn't let her body say what she struggled to say in words.

After a long, lengthy, satisfying kiss, his lips slid from hers to trace the curve of her throat, to feel the blood pulsing just under her skin. Y/N tipped her head back to give him better access; her fingers sinking into his shoulders as his tighten on her hips as he takes full advantage. He held her steady as his lips drift lower, over her breasts. Struggling to breathe, she murmurs appreciatively when his lips press more firmly to her breasts, her murmur ending on a gasp as his teeth grazed one nipple before taking it into his mouth, and she felt herself melt down to her bones. One of her hands convulsively clutches his hair as he adores her breasts, teasing her, pushing her to her limits, soothing one moment, then tantalizing the next, easing her back one minute, then whipping her to an excruciating peak of pleasure he delays.

“I need you.” She whispered in shaky breath, but he didn't answer. Instead, he trailed lingering hot kisses down her quivering belly. And into the soft curls at its base. As it came, a kiss so intimate she could barely cope with the shattering sensation. He followed it with more, not ruthless but relentless, not forceful but insistent. Ethan smiled up at her, teasingly as he watched her struggle to keep herself standing before allowing his tongue slide between his lips first and then between hers. His tongue slid lazily across the sensitive bud, making her bite her tongue to hold in a moan that would surely alert the nurses to knock on the door and he wanted to tell her to let it out, to allow him the mercy of hearing her beautiful moans once again but even he knew it wouldn’t be sensible.

She clutched closer to him, and lost any hope of pretending the truth was not real, that she wouldn't be his, be anything he wished. He filled his palms with her, cupped her and supported her, held her steady as he tasted her. Explored her with his tongue, teased and tantalized her until she found herself almost sobbing.

“Is this not real?” Reminding her of the argument she made before, Ethan had a licked his lips clean of her, watching her admit to the truth in her dire need.

“It is. The most real thing I’ve ever felt so don’t you dare stop.” She instructed, still bossing him around even though he is in charge and they both knew it. But he gave in, pushing his briefs down only to pull her onto his lap, her knees onto the mattress, sliding along on either side of his hips. He knew her body was ready, yearning to be as one, to feel him inside once more.

“Good. Now promise me you won’t pretend this didn’t happen.” He plays dirty because when he’s doing it by the book, Y/N is always there to remind him she doesn’t follow rules. This time, he’d make sure she did.

“I won’t. I promise.”

As her thighs slid past his hips, he grasped hers pulled her down. He sank into her and saw her eyes close, lids falling as her breath left her in a soft, long-drawn sigh. Her body stretched, her softness accommodating his hardness. He wanted to close his eyes too but he feared missing a single second of her beauty. Then she shifted, pressing deeper, to take more of him, to fill herself completely. For one fractured second, he thought he'd lose his mind. He certainly feared losing all control.

He lifted her, then lowered her and she quickly caught the rhythm, realizing she could move herself. He eased his hold on her hips, let her have the illusion of setting the pace when in reality, he never let go, but counted every stroke, gauged the depth of every easy penetration. After all, in a way, she was still a virgin and he the one with experience.

It’s timeless, without restraint, their bodies joined as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nails digging into his back as her breathing is heavier and her moans are harder to muffle. He gave her that - unalloyed sensual joy, pleasured delight beyond description under his subtle guidance, she gasped, swayed and panted as he filled her, thrilled her, pleasured her to oblivion. He gave her all, and more, he gave her himself. And as he neared his end, Ethan finally lost control – pulling her onto the mattress, laying himself atop as he pushed deeper, faster, forcing her to bite into his shoulder as her toes curled, eyes rolled back and tears fell from her eyes from the pleasure. However, in the last moment, Ethan pulled out, pumping himself till the finish until he came on her stomach.

“I’m so sorry.” He whisper shouted, reaching for the panties he ripped off her, cleaning her stomach in a slight panic as if she cared at all.

“You should be. Why didn’t you finish inside?” She challenged with a lazy smile and genuine confusion. “It’s not like I can get pregnant, Grant.” She chuckled, using the name she always reverts to eventually, especially when they get close and they certainly got close this time. But it also reminds him she’s completely unaware they’re soulmates and that she could in fact get pregnant with him.

Swallowing thickly, he fakes a smile before tossing the panties back on the floor, satisfied she was no longer covered in sperm though he wouldn’t mind it one bit if they were home and she had a proper change of clothes and a shower.

“I forgot.” Ethan lies through his teeth as he looks at her messy hair and smiles. “You look beautiful.” Complimenting her, he leans in to press a kiss on her lips, allowing her a taste of herself inadvertently.

“I look like I had sex and the only reason why I look beautiful to you is because I had it with you.” She chuckles, shaking her head as she moves to her side to let him take up more room as he’s bigger than she is.

“You always look beautiful.” Ethan retorts, his hand pushing back her hair and while he intended to be sweeter and cuddle, her pager went off and ruined the magic.

“Damn it.” She grumbled as she scrambled to get dressed, hating the one paging her with burning passion. After all the time she had denied herself the pleasure of Ethan’s company, her pager is the one that ends it prematurely.

“Great, now I have no underwear.” She exclaimed, sending Ethan a quick glare he responded to with a low chuckle and a striking smile.

“That’s hot. I’ll make sure to stop by and give your ass a nice little tap if it gets too breezy.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she managed to hook her bra before looking at the incessant pager with a disgruntled scowl, trying hard to hide her trembling legs as her body is clearly unfit to function just yet.

“Tie your hair to hide the sex hair.” Ethan adds in good measure only to get her frown and scowl directed at himself and if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. Raising his hands in mock surrender, Ethan struggled to keep a chuckle in. “Or don’t. I’m not ashamed of what we did here.”

“Think your brother might feel differently. He’s the one who cut this short.” Sticking her tongue out, she put on her scrubs and coat, adjusting the stethoscope before rushing toward the door, her hands already working on creating a bun to hide the ‘sex hair’ as Ethan put it.

Falling back on the mattress, Ethan exhaled loudly, rubbing his hands over his face in disbelief. It felt like a dream, as if they were in their own world – a bubble no one was allowed inside, until Grayson ruined it.

“You’re so gonna pay, Gray.”

Mirifical (adj.) – wondrous, amazing,

“You’re slow, Y/L/N!” Grayson reprimanded her as she rushed into the delivery room, freshly gowned to make sure there isn’t a way for any infection to put the mother at risk.

“I was on a lunch break. Why are we doing a C section?!” Y/N frowned, quickly putting on sterile gloves with the help of a nurse, her mask attached by another as she didn’t expect it to be a surgical procedure.

“Baby’s stuck, now come over here and let me show you what gynecology is made of.” Grayson raised his voice ever so slightly, but the mask muffled the sound enough for it to seem like he’s still talking in a calm fashion.

Y/N stood beside him, following his instructions carefully, stealing a few glances his way. Even with sweat rolling off his forehead and worry lines etched into his flawless skin, half his face covered under a mask, Grayson looks absolutely breathtaking and it didn’t stem from any physical beauty but the sheer power of will and fire his eyes held, something she recognized in Ethan as well. In that moment she found admiration for the younger Dolan, and even for the pink scrubs he sports with pride.

“Wanna do the honors?” Grayson interrupted her thoughts, beckoning her to be the one to finish the section that lasted exactly 3 minutes and she couldn’t help but smile and take him up on the offer, finishing the vital part of the surgery and to everyone’s relief, the baby cried instantly.

Grayson cut the cord immediately, but Y/N was frozen in time. Holding this little baby, a tiny miracle in her hands as it wailed simply for being taken away from its mother, knowing she brought this life into the world – it swelled her heart and softened her immensely. She had no idea that this day would end with a baby in her arms, one she was forced to hand over to the nurses to wash and clean and do the proper vaccination and prophylaxis and all the necessary blood tests so it would be ready for the mother when she wakes.

“You good, Y/L/N?” Grayson questions, aware the birth had hit her hard, perhaps harder than he anticipated and it worried him. It’s the first time she could tell Grayson Dolan isn’t smiling or being his happy self.

“Yes, just never held a baby let alone one just born.” She shrugged it off, swallowing thickly as she wondered if she’d ever have one of her own. If she stays with Ethan against all odds, they would never be able to conceive like soulmates do and while she never saw herself as someone eager to have children, the thought alone had nearly broken her.

Yet, she returned to Ethan that night, to the same bed she lost her virginity in and she didn’t stop on one night, nor did she ever plan on stopping at all. Ethan had become a drug of choice she wasn’t sure she’d ever be rid of, even if he asked her to. And as weeks passed and months followed, Ethan and Y/N had been careful enough to hide their liaisons from prying eyes.

Y/N experienced all specialties, every surgical OR and every possible teacher but no one could substitute Ethan nor Grayson for that matter. The week she spent on his ward turned out to be quite an adventure and when he asked for help again, she wasn’t opposed to it either. And while she got closer to Ethan, she was close enough to talk to Grayson as well, close enough to ask the questions she feared to ask Ethan because the answers might be far from what she wants to hear.

"Do you feel your soulmate?" She asked softly, worried Grayson might find her question too personal but he just nods, a faint smile playing on his lips. After the long day they had, this talk coming after midnight wasn’t such a surprise.

"I've always felt my soulmate." Biting his lip, he saw the slightest of smiles finally break through the cold surface she put on and he quite liked the way that small gesture lit up her face so perfectly.

"It's like having two hearts, isn't it? Like you have two hearts in your chest, beating, calling out for you and while you feel it, it isn't really there. Yet it pulls you in different directions, tears you up inside. And I've always felt that maybe the pain comes from the other person. Maybe we feel their emotions as well?" Swallowing thickly, she dropped her gaze to her feet, feeling guilty over her overwhelming, undeniable desire for Grant when her possible soulmate felt so torn and maybe they are looking for her while she's getting involved with someone else.

"I don't know how people ignore that feeling. How do you?" Looking back at Grayson, she saw his smile erased and his shoulders slack. This is the second time she saw Grayson Dolan serious without his usual smile on display.

"I'm not ignoring it, I just feel my soulmate is doing her thing. It's a girl, that much I feel is real. And I believe that once she's done, she will find me and it won't be planned and it won't include me chasing a ghost around the world. It will be as it is meant to be. Perhaps she's not ready to meet me? Or she's trying to figure out who she is and how to love herself before she can love me completely. Either way, I'll wait ‘till she's ready because she felt when my soul came to this world and I know she feels me every day. I can wait. I will wait." Grayson shrugged, a sad smile back on his face but it's a smile nonetheless.

"It's refreshing to be around someone as honest as you. You always seem like sunshine, the guy who is always happy positive and spreads that emotions to all who come in contact. You seem warm, like the guy who never gives up on people."

"I'm not the sunshine brother." Grayson stops her, his smile wider as he scratches his chin. "You got it all wrong, princess. Ethan is and always has been the sunshine between the two of us. What you described matches his personality and only some of mine. You'll see that in time." But she did know it in a way. Ethan had always been her warmth, her own sunlight she basked in and she was completely drunk on him. Grayson is more of an ocean – calm and peaceful but can become turbulent and temperamental in an instant.

"You know, don't you?" She couldn’t deny it, not after the initial hints he made and even less after he had caught her leaving Ethan’s apartment last week.

"I'm his twin. I know everything."

And with a shrug, she nodded in acknowledgement, fully aware that her secret is no longer a secret and she still found herself at Ethan’s place that night.

She shuddered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip ruthlessly as Ethan’s breath caressed her skin. It felt so right, too right to resist his advances. She lived for those nights with Ethan, those thick with lust and romance and wine and naked kisses. It wasn’t meant to be anything but friends with benefits, at least for her, so imagine her shock when Ethan’s heart spoke instead of his mind just as the two were coming down from their high.

“I love you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped as she sat up, grumbling sheets before her naked chest to hide what he knew better than she did. The words were enough to drive her mad, but what truly scared her is that what was between them is now spoken.

“But you have a soulmate and so do I. That’s not possible.” She managed to say as her teeth chattered, oddly enough she wasn’t cold yet her entire body shook with Ethan’s confession.

“I know and I want to explain.” He tried, desperately reaching for her but she wasn’t ready to hear it. He knew it when she pulled away and started looking for her clothes all while hiding her body from his sight. He had to calm her down, but there was no saving the night.

“Nope. I’m leaving and you need to figure out your shit or this is over.” She continued, managing to put on some clothes while Ethan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He grabbed his own clothes as quickly as possible, running after her in fear of losing her – something he never got over. But it took him five minutes to catch up, only to find her standing on a bridge.

“Loving the wrong person is like self-harm.” She whispered, more to herself than him as she stared ahead at the river, aware he’s there without even looking his way. She wasn’t going to jump, but she thought about it. She thought about what would happen if she made that one little step and fell to her death. Would he miss her? Would he grieve for her? Or would he move on with another and forget about her miserable existence? She wondered if Ethan would be better off without her and maybe, just maybe she is a disappointment to him. He never talks about his soulmate yet she feels there’s something he hides about her that is there to hold them back, to stop her from fully admitting her feelings for him.

“You really think I’m the wrong person? That I’m killing you? Because you’re killing me! When all is said and done, you will destroy me and I’ll ask for more.” Ethan shouts, his heart torn to pieces as it’s been ever since he met her and he knew he was saying the truth – she would be the death of him.

“Maybe it’s you know needs to sort her shit out because I have nothing to sort out. I told you I love you and you basically told me I’m an idiot and left. If I’m not enough than be honest and say it but don’t think of me as a fool.” And this time, for the first time, it is Ethan who is walking away.

Little did he know that come next day, he would be hating and regretting his choice.

“You look like you didn’t sleep much.” Grayson notes, noticing the dark shadows under her eyes that matched his brother’s far too much to ignore and neither of them were happy nor shy about it, so it wasn’t hard to realize a fight broke out and the two didn’t part on best terms.

“Thanks for noticing, Captain Obvious.” Sassing back without even looking at him? That felt more like the old Y/N – the one too confused and too afraid to go after what she wanted which differed greatly from the woman she’d become ever since her secret relationship with Ethan began.

“Ouch. I just wanted to offer a sympathetic ear.”

Blaring alarm interrupts their chat, the sliding door closing shut on their own and while Y/N would usually ignore it, she couldn’t help the fear that crept up and formed a cage around her heart.

“What just happened?” She grabbed Grayson’s forearm inadvertently, still staring at the door and the sudden quick pace everyone had taken, feeling a growing lump inside her throat as all the pagers went off. Taking a quick look, Grayson paled.

“Code Silver? What the fuck is Code Silver?” Y/N’s voice trembled as she pulled on Grayson’s coat but he was quick to pull her close to his body and push her in the nearest room.

Fighting his strong grip that would surely leave a bruise, her panic only grew as Grayson’s heavy breathing started to alert her even more. And whether she liked it or not, she wished she could be stuck with the other Dolan twin – the one that is calm and collected and always knows what to do as if his middle name is Google, not Grant. She already missed the safety of his arms and even more so, hated herself for not staying in his bed and convincing him to take a day off.

“Let me go! Grayson! What the fuck is going on?!”

He gestured for her to get down and put his hand over her mouth to quiet her before they’re both silence otherwise.

“There’s a shooter in the hospital.”

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todokiis · 4 years

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50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked

Tagged by @citrusveins ✨🌟:) thanks for the tag citrus!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?:

It’s got that like duo chrome/oil slick paint on it. I don’t know how else to describe it?

2. Name a food you never eat?:

Hm, Steak. Honestly most meat I prefer to stay away from. I’m not like officially vegetarian but I’ve never really enjoyed meat that much.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?:

Too cold! I have a space heater in my room and I bring a jacket with me everywhere cause I’m always freezing.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?:

I was on a conference call with my boss discussing some t-shirt designs I’m working on.

5. What is your favorite candy bar?:

Hershey’s chocolate bar with almonds in it. <3 I slap that baby between two nature valley bars and BAM, you got yourself a vending machine smore.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?:

No lmao. But I did enjoy going to all the football games in high school if that counts for anything.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?:

“Okay, sure.” (Visiting my parents and my mother asked if I could check their mail)

8. What is your favorite ice cream?:

LEMON. And in a waffle cone to be precise. But if that isn’t an option I will take any kind of coffee flavor.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?:

Coffee. Still working through the cup I poured this morning.

10. Do you like your wallet?:

Yes. It’s shaped like a rainbow and it’s pastel but kinda clear and v cute if I do say so myself. 🌈

11. What was the last thing you ate?:

Some of my leftover lemon birthday cake. I really like lemon if you haven’t picked up on that lmao.

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?:

Nah, but I did buy wall decor for my bedroom.

13. The last sporting event you watched?:

Probably... the Super Bowl like a year or two ago... maybe?

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?:

White cheddar but I usually don’t eat it just cause the texture kinda bothers me.

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?:

My coworker. It was in response to a rupaul gif she sent to our work gc.

16. Ever go camping?:

Embarrassingly enough I think I have to admit that I’m a bit too high maintenance for camping. I love nature though! But if I can’t stay in like a cabin or RV then it’s not really for me. ☠️

17. Do you take vitamins?:

Yes. It takes forever to get through them all in the morning.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?:

Nope. Had enough religious trauma the first 17 years of my life, don’t plan on revisiting that experience lmao.

19. Do you have a tan?:

NO BUT I USED TO DAMMIT. But, I chose the life of someone who works inside all day. 😪

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?:

ChineseFoodChineseFoodChineseFoodChineseFoodChineseF- 🥡🥢

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?:

I don’t really drink soda but every now and then I say fuck it and have a coke if I need to pull an all-nighter or something.

22. What color socks do you usually wear?:

Black.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?:

Only when I’m on the highways cause I travel back and forth between two cities a lot. That drive is so exhausting so sometime I push the limit when there aren’t a lot of cars around.

24. What terrifies you?:

Public speaking for like serious events. Straight up passed out a few times. But if it’s for fun stuff or casual presentations it’s not too bad.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?:

Pillows. I’m laying in bed while I answer these.

26. What chore do you hate?:

Laundry D; I don’t like how long it takes to fold everything and put it away!

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?:

Americans who love to do terrible Australian accents lmao.

28. What’s your favorite soda?:

Coke. Don’t drink it very often though.

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?:

Drive thru only. I got things to do, hennie.

30. Who’s the last person you talked to?:

My dad.

31. Favorite cut of beef?:

None. I don’t like beef. 🤢

32. Last song you listened to?:

Beast by Mia Martina

33. Last book you read?:

Some book on ancient Andean art for the art history class I finished like a week ago.

34. Favorite day of the week?:

Friday! Friday afternoons when I’m free from work feel so so good :,)

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?:

It would take me so unbearably long.

36. How do you like your coffee?:

Strong, and preferably iced. More on the bitter side than the sweet side.

37. Favorite pair of shoes?:

My white adidas 80s Continentals. I am a slut for adidas sneakers OTL.

38. The time you normally go to sleep?:

Usually 2 A.M. or somewhere around that.

39. The time you normally get up?:

I get up at about 8 or 9 AM but I don’t usually get out of bed until like 10:30 or 11. I am trash, I know.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?:

It’s hard to choose but probably sunsets. Watching the sun set over the water and the clouds get all pink and purple and the sand looking all glowy... ugh I love it.

41. How many blankets on your bed?:

Two ✌🏼.

42. Describe your kitchen plates:

All black. That’s it. Lmao

43. Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?:

I don’t really drink but lemon drops if I’m out at a bar. (piña-coladas on the beach fucking SLAP tho so maybe that.)

44. Do you play cards?:

I used to all the time but it’s been years.

45. What color is your car?:

Gold and I hate it. I refuse to acknowledge that thing as my car.

46. Can you change a tire?:

No... & I didn’t come here to get shamed ☠️

47. Your favorite province?:

I am from the U.S. so I’m just gonna... skip this one I guess lol

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?:

My current job as a Graphic designer.

49. How did you get your biggest scar?:

Fell on concrete at recess as a kid and busted up most of my left knee pretty bad.

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy?:

Hm... made my bosses and my coworker laugh in our skype call with my general tom foolery I guess. But I’ll probably spam my best friend some dumb tiktoks later that I know will make her laugh.

Hm, I think I’ll tag the last few peeps from my notes ✨ feel free to do this if you’d like. No pressure though! 💛 @icychill @eloquentdreams @tobiodel-ay-ee-hoo and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate!!

#tag game #tagged #personal #damn that took longer than i thought it would lol #but this was fun <3

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etherealwaifgoddess · 5 years

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What He Wants (Pt. 22)

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Summary: On going series of Bucky getting his shit together and falling in love with you.

Warnings/ Content: more lemons, shocking i know lol. And a VERY brief mention of past non-con while he was under HYDRA’s control, nothing graphic or specific, just a reference but I felt the need to include it because I love ya’ll and don’t want to offend anyone.

Word Count: 1458

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Here’s one more part for tonight and then tomorrow I’ll post the rest. Can you believe we’re only two parts from the end?? I certainly can’t. But for now enjoy another lemony fresh installment. Because as much as Bucky enjoyed your little performance in the last part, the man is a giver.

If you missed the first few parts, you can read them here: 1 2 3 4 5 67 8 9 10 1112 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21

XOXO - Ash

What He Wants, Pt. 22

Bucky’s silence worries you a little considering how vocal he was beforehand. “So that was… okay?” you ask hopefully. The last time you had done that you were still in college so you weren’t exactly experienced, but you hoped it was good for him.

Bucky stares at your incredulously. “Doll that was… that was… fuck, I still don’t even have the words for it. Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

“Oh.” you can’t hide your surprise or how pleased you are, “Good. I wasn’t sure and I tend to overthink things.”

Bucky shakes his head, “It was perfect, absolutely amazing. I just wish I could have hung on a little longer.” he blushes, feeling a little self conscious, “It’s been a while and god help me just the sight of you down there about did me in.”

“It’s okay, Bucky. Please don’t think I care about that, I really don’t. It’s been a very long time for me too.”

Bucky chuckles, “My definition of a very long time and yours are really not comparable, mouse.”

“You know I’ve had my abilities for eleven years now. I’ve only had three failed relationships since then and only two of them progressed to the bedroom. And it was disastrous both times. After that I gave up.” you explain, hoping it helps ease his mind a little.

It doesn’t, it just makes his heart ache for you and he wishes he knew who those idiots were so he could go tear them limb from limb. “Well, sweetheart, I went off to war in 1943 and I wasn’t exactly a ladies man before that.”

You try to sort out if he’s kidding or not, unsure by how nonchalant he’s being. “You’re kidding, right? I saw the exhibit on you at the museum in DC when I was a teenager. All those pictures; you and Steve before the war, and then you in your uniform, and in the Howling Commandos. You looked every bit the ladies man they played you up to be.”

Bucky laughs, “It wasn’t hard to seem suave next to Steve before he was given the serum. And honestly, I grew up in a house full of women and a best friend who was either sick or tripping over his own two feet. I spent all of my time taking care of my sisters, taking care of Steve, and at the library.”

You struggle to respond to his brutal honesty. It seems so unbelievable but also explains a lot. “Okay, so maybe the historians exaggerated. But what about after all that?”

Bucky cringes, “There is no after. HYDRA captured me and that was pretty much it for the next seventy odd years. Once Steve got me out I wasn’t fit to be around anyone, let alone try to date a girl. I get flashes sometimes and I think… I think they used the soldier sometimes. With other agents or whatever. I don’t know why and I don’t remember all of it though.” Bucky takes a long breath. He never talks about the little he remembers of his time with HDYRA but he wants to with you. Bucky feels a little lighter unburdening to you and he thinks that at some point maybe he’ll share all of it with you, when he’s ready.

You try to stomp down your horror at his revelation before he sees your expression. You wish you hadn’t pushed the conversation, “Bucky that’s awful.”

“It’s okay, doll. Don’t look so upset. Like I said, I don’t really remember it much. But now you believe me? It’s been a very long time for me. And I couldn’t be happier that it’s with you. You’re perfect, mouse.” he leans over to caress your face with his right hand and you nuzzle against him.

“I’m glad it’s with you too.” you say against his palm, planting a firm kiss against it.

“Now, no more gloom. I’m gonna go grab my arm and then you’re gonna be the one who’s lying brainless on the bed.” he gives you a wolfish smile and jumps up off the bed.

Bucky returns to your bedroom, fastening on the arm Fury had brought for him, testing it out carefully. “God, I love this thing.” he says.

Bucky joins you on the bed, sitting on the edge so he can run his vibranium hand from your hip to knee. “So soft,” he purrs, “I can feel it.”

The cool metal leaves trails of goosebumps as he trails it along your skin. “That’s amazing. I’m glad Shuri was able to make it for you.”

“Me too, mouse, because I want to feel you every way possible.”

Your eyes widen as he pulls your hips so you’re laying on your back on the bed.

“Scoot up, doll.” he tells you and grabs a pillow. He wraps his vibranium arm under your thighs and lifts your legs and hips up to slide a pillow under your butt. Bucky starts trailing kisses across your thighs and up your hips to the soft swell of your belly and the fleeting self consciousness that rises up in you is quickly shot down by the throaty noises of appreciation he’s making. Bucky moves his kisses over top the soft cotton of your panties and you can feel his hot breath through the thin fabric making you clench your fists in the blankets so you don’t squirm. He finally pulls down your panties, tossing them on the floor by his sweatpants, and you’re bare in front of him at last. Bucky makes an almost pained sound and lays his head on your thigh for a moment. “Oh, doll, you really are perfect.” he says reverently.

You are floating at his compliment. There is a lightness in your chest in knowing he has seen all of you, even the flaws that you would hide, and still desires you. Bucky runs the long pointer finger of his right hand up your folds while his vibranium hand rubs a thumb over your hip and squeezes it gently. You tremble, knowing what’s coming. Bucky’s right hand parts your lips and he runs his flattened tongue along your core. He laps at you, his nose rubbing at your clit for a moment and you squirm a little uncontrollably. He pulls back a moment, “So fucking sweet.” he growls before diving back in. Latching on to your clit, he alternates between sucking on it and flicking it gently with his tongue. You’re trembling hard, unable to believe how good feels when he slides two cool, metal fingers into you. “Oh fuck, I can feel you tightening up on me.” he moans and his shoulders shake a moment. His mouth continues to worship your core and his right hand jolts up to cup your breast, kneading it gently.

Your body is on fire under him. You feel positively consumed by him, his mouth and hands overwhelming your senses. You can’t keep up with the flood of pleasure and you’re grinding down on his mouth with embarrassing fervor but you can’t help yourself, it’s just too much all at once and into too many places. The rhythm of his tongue against your clit and the two fingers inside you speed up and you make a soft keening sound, barely able to keep your hips in place on the pillow. His right arm snakes back down to lay across your lower belly, keeping you in place securely. The orgasm that hits you does so with little warning and you go from whining gasps to screaming his name in an instant. Bucky groans loudly and the vibrations add to the intensity of your orgasm as he draws it out longer and longer, before slowly bringing you back down. Carefully he laps at your slick folds, cleaning up and savoring the taste of you before he moves away.

You’re still breathing hard and your thighs tremble beneath his cheek as he rests on you, tracing circles on the soft skin of your thighs. You slip a hand down to play in his hair affectionately and he looks up at you, his beard glistening from your arousal. He can see the joy on your face and pride swells in him for being the cause of it. Bucky moves up next to you on the bed and carefully removes the pillow from under your hips. You can’t help but notice a hardness pressing against your thigh and you look down to see Bucky is rock hard again. “Round two?” you offer with a mischievous smile.

Bucky groans but shakes his head, “You don’t have to, doll. This damn thing is an overachiever.”

“We could… you know. If you want to.” You’re suddenly shy but very, very ready.

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sapphiretrams · 6 years

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Get to Know Me Tag

I was kind of tagged by @intricately-silly? Like, I have a notification that I was mentioned??? Idk, but thanks if you did!

Rules: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

Traits: creative + good + music lover

1. What is your full name? Riley, and that’s all I’m gonna say

2. What is your nickname? I kinda gave myself the nickname RPS? You can also call me Trams cause of my url, I don’t mind.

3. When is your birthday? September 5

4. What is your favorite book series? Favorite book series... probably Harry Potter. I’m not obsessed with it (cause J.K. is kinda not a good person) but it’s one of the few series I remember reading.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Sure. I’m not a hardcore believer, and when I watch Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural, I’m DEFINITELY a Shaniac, but I’m definitely not closed to the idea.

6. Who is your favorite author? Probably Charles Dickens or Shakespeare. I’m a sucker for that classic literature stuff.

7. What is your favorite radio station? Eh, I don’t really listen to the radio.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Lemon! It’s just SO good in all candy flavors, and I love it so much.

9. What word do you often use to describe something great or wonderful? Rad, awesome, cool, the usuals and occasionally terms that are super dated like tubular.

10. What is your favorite song currently? God that’s hard cause I love music so much... maybe Planetary (GO!) or Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by MCR.

11. What is your favorite word? Petrichor

12. What is the last song you listened to? The Cage by Genesis

13. What TV show would you recommend everyone to watch? Forensic Files, it’s fascinating to me

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? I haven’t been one to watch movies when down so I don’t really have one

15. Do you play video games? Yep! I’ve been playing them a lot

16. What is your biggest fear? Being abandoned. It’s happened to me so often by friends that it’s just sort of become common place and I’m terrified of it.

17. What is your best quality in your opinion? My optimism!

18. What is your worst quality in your opinion? My inability to talk alshdafsdf I’m such a klutz at speaking

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Dogs, though I do love cats.

20. What is your favorite season? Spring! Everything is turning green and flowering and it’s so refreshing to feel the rain on your face!

21. Are you in a relationship? Nope, I am tragically single

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? Having my parents read stories to me and my brothers, it was such a fun time in my childhood.

23. Who is your best friend? My friend Elli, a super cool nb person who’s been my friend for around 2 years now.

24. What is your eye color? Hazel

25. What is your hair color? Dark brown, though it’s been bleached and I would love to have green hair again.

26. Who is someone you love? Myself 💕

27. Who is someone you trust? My mom. She’s on my side no matter what, and she’s the first family member I told about my sexual and gender identity.

28. Who is someone you think about often? My ocs

29. Are you currently excited about something? Not really, I’m just kinda drifting atm

30. What is your biggest obsession? The Adventure Zone. It is SO. GOOD. I love the McElroys, and they mean a lot to me.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? The 1994 Spider-Man series. That SM has always been my favorite and he always will be.

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to? What’s a gender?

33. Are you superstitious? Sorta I guess

34. Do you have an unusual phobias? I HATE arteries and tendons. HATE HATE HATE them. They freak me out and I have to cover them up when I start getting freaked out by them. I’ve had this fear since I was a child.

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Both baby!

36. What is your favorite hobby? Drawing!!!

37. What is the last book you read? Pieces of Happiness by Anne Ostby

38. What was the last movie you watched? Thor: Ragnorak

39. What musical instruments do you play? Violin, a little guitar, some piano?

40. What is your favorite animal? It’s hard for me to pick, but my favorite since I was a baby is a tiger.

41. What are your top five favorite Tumblr blogs? @viper-fish @berrybloomsims @lunacysims @mellindi @sim-borg

42. What super power do you wish you had? The power to refill stuff.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? When I’m driving. There’s something about the freedom that just makes me feel so at peace, and I love feeling like I’m not restrained by anything.

44. What makes you smile? My dog. Everything about him just makes my heart swell

45. What sports do you play? I used to be a soccer champ when I was young.

46. What is your favorite drink? Diet Peach Snapple or Dr Pepper

47. When was the last time you wrote a handwritten letter or note to someone? When I was in like, 8th grade

48. Are you afraid of heights? Not really, though I was when I was younger.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? I’m a very patient person, so probably when people talk to me when I wanna be left alone tbh.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yep. Maroon 5 was the last one. I hope to go to more too.

51. Are you vegetarian or vegan? Nah

52. When you were little what did you want to be when you grew up? A wild life veterinarian. I would throw my stuffed tiger down the stairs and “rescue” her.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? The Adventure Zone: Balance world.

54. What is something you worry about? My dog since he’s getting up their in years, finding a college to go to and what I want to major in college, my bf’s safety, occasionally my parents when I’m paranoid and worried something might happen.

55. Are you scared of the dark? Nah. It’s nice. I’m more paranoid something might be in the dark, but,

56. Do you like to sing? Yes! I’m pretty decent at it, too, so I love it.

57. Have you ever skipped school? Yeah. I got really depressed when I was in high school and I stayed at home, calling in sick. Which I was, but it wasn’t entirely honest.

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? My desk, it has all my stuff on it and it’s cluttered to my liking.

59. Where would you like to live? Germany, or maybe France if I can learn the language. Maybe split the difference and move to Switzerland.

60. Do you have any pets? Just my baby boy TJ whom I adore.

61. Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl, though I’ve been making more of an effort to wake up early. I also get more done when I wake up early, cause it feels like I have more time to do things before noon.

62. Do you like sunrise or sunsets better? Sunsets, mostly cause I’m able to see them from my house.

63. Do you know how to drive? Yep!

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds. I have headphones, but you can’t really wear them in public cause they get in the way.

65. Have you ever had braces? No, though I did have a chin strap when I was younger cause I had (and still have) an underbite.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? My music goes all over the place, but showtunes are my jam.

67. Who is your hero? 1994 Spider-Man. I specify because he’s really different from other versions, and he’s so smart and such a klutz and I grew up with him. I’ve been playing the new Spider-Man game for PS4 and I almost started crying from how close he is to MY SM, and he just reminds me of my morals.

68. Do you read comic books? Nah

69. What makes you the most angry? Politics atm. Don’t even talk to me about them. I don’t like being angry and any talk about the current political situation is just infuriating.

70. Do you prefer to read real books or on an electric device? Either, though real books hold a special aesthetic to them.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? English. Like I said, I’m a literary nerd.

72. Do you have any siblings? Two, an older and a younger brother.

73. What was the last thing you bought? Ariana Grande’s song No Tears Left to Cry

74. How tall are you? 5′ 7″, perfectly average

75. Can you cook? Eh, I can do the basic stuff, and if I have a recipe in front of me then sure, but otherwise? Don’t ask.

76. What are three things that you love? My dog, myself, my mom.

77. What are three things that you hate? Politics, White™ people, being expected to know things I was never told about (cough cough @ my boss)

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Honestly, I have more nb friends than either

79. What is your sexual orientation? Pansexual

80. Where do you currently live? The Midwest

81. Who was the last person you texted? My mom

82. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday because I was laughing so goddamn hard

83. Who is your favorite youtuber? Game Grumps and you can fight me on that

84. Do you like to take selfies? Yep! I’m hot and I know it. I’ve hated myself for 5 years, I deserve to be infatuated with myself.

85. What is your favorite app? Monster Girl Creator. It’s so fun.

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? My mom and I are super close, but my dad and I... eh. It’s kinda damaged, though it’s better than it was when I was in high school. He doesn’t understand LGBT stuff or depression so he was just... awful.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? Probably French, but the funniest to try and do is Russian. I suck at it and it turns into Italian after a while.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to but want to visit? God I want to travel so bad. I’d love to go to Puerto Rico, France, Germany, Italy, Brazil, Vietnam... so many beautiful places.

89. What is your favorite number? Three

90. Can you juggle? Not for my life

91. Are you religious? I’ve kinda been burned out of religion cause my childhood church was really just... bad. I came out as bi to them when I was a sophomore and it caused a HUGE scene with the church. I was called ‘a slap to the face,’ people left the church, it was just bad. I’m spiritual, but not religious, though my life’s not over yet, so who knows.

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Space. Space space space. Do you know how badly I want to go to space? I almost became an engineer just so I could go to space.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? I’m pretty tame, in all honesty, though I do some stupid shit every now and then.

94. Are you allergic to anything? Bullshit, any and every kind of body soap known to man kind, and pollen.

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes! I can do the double fold think with your tongue where it looks like a scoop chip, you know what I mean?

96. Can you wiggle your ears? Nah

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? I come from a really stubborn household, though lately I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to be humble and just admit I’m wrong. It’s hard.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Forest. I’ve only been to the beach twice in my life so it’s not really my scene.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Do what makes you happy

100. Are you a good liar? I’ve gotten very good at it. I’m not proud of that fact, but I’ve gotten very very good at it.

101. What is your Hogwarts house? Slyterin. No, I’m not joking.

102. Do you talk to yourself? All the time.

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I’m an introvert, though I think I’m more of an ambivert.

104. Do you keep a journal or a diary? Nah.

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes, but you really can’t give them out really freely. You have to judge who you want to give them to.

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Check for an ID and try to contact the person it belongs to. But if there’s no ID, probably give it to the nearest business or police station.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? With most things. If they really wanted to.

108. Are you ticklish? Ye

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yeah, but not many times. My first time on a plane was 4 years ago.

110. Do you have any piercings? Just the basic earlobe pierecings, but I really really want more.

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Shiro from Voltron, aka my husband.

112. Do you have any tattoos? No but I want so many

113. What is the best decision that you have made so far? Learning to love myself. It took a lot of time, but I’m so happy I did it

114. Do you believe in karma? Not entirely, but I think there’s some truth to it.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I have bad eyes, so yeah, I wear glasses. I tried contacts, but they got irritating to put in after a while.

116. Do you want children? SO badly. I want a little girl so fucking bad

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My little brother. He wants to be a freaking accountant when he’s older.

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I went to a museum one time, and they had a cool dinosaur tour or whatever, and I wanted to know what the dinosaur Parasaurolophus was called, but I forgot the name and only remebered like, Ducky from Land Before Time, and Phineas and Ferb had just started airing, so I asked the guy if a platypus was a dinosaur and that haunts me to this day

119. Have you ever pulled an all nighter? Yes. Don’t do it.

120. What color are most of your clothes? Blue cause it’s always looked good on me, but now any color looks good on me cause I know how to own it.

121. Do you like adventures? Yeah man! I love them!

122. Have you ever been on TV? Not that I know of

123. How old are you? 20

124. What is your favorite quote? “When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.” -Griffin Mcelroy

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Sweeeets!

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Uncommon Part 2: Unplanned Doesn’t Mean Unwanted

Prompt Request: 'I'm pregnant' and 'You'd be a great dad' for Drake x Olivia (The Royal Romance)

Requested by: @bobasheebaby

Rating: Tentatively teen, as it does contain hints of adult themes

Trigger Warning: Brief mention of abortion and teenage girl nastiness.

A/N This is part 2 of my Drake x Olivia mini series. It fulfills a request made by my friend @bobasheebaby and propels this story forward. I hope you guys enjoy! If you are new to the story catch up HERE

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Uncommon Part 2/4

Unplanned Doesn't Mean Unwanted

The steady ticking of the antique gold clock on the fireplace mantel, mixed with Penelope's hyena-like giggling and Kiara's annoying French prattle, was enough to drive Olivia Nevrakis mad. On a good day, she wore a frosty smile and made passive aggressive quips at their expense. Today was not a good day. For the umpteenth time she had woken up to a room that wouldn't stop spinning and a rebellious stomach. The first time it had happened, she blamed it on too much chocolate and not enough sleep after Riley and Hana guilt tripped her into hot cocoa and all night wedding planning. The second and third times it happened, she'd made a quick trip to and from Lythikos, so she had assumed it was travel exhaustion and not eating properly. That morning she had run out of excuses. She'd gone to bed on time, eaten properly, hadn't traveled any further than the palace gardens, and her queasy stomach prevented her from drinking anything stronger than fruit infused water. There were only two plausible explanations. Either she had some sort of weird life sucking disease or she was pregnant. So, she did what any self respecting lady in her situation would do: she bribed a servant into buying a pregnancy test. The little purple and white plastic stick instantly killed all hopes of a life sucking disease. Before she could process anything, Riley had shown up, with Hana in tow, so the trio could walk down to afternoon tea with the Queen Mother.

“I don't understand why she's giggling, nobody said anything remotely humorous,” she heard Hana whispering to Riley. It was on the tip of Olivia's tongue to say that some women thought acting like a brainless twit who giggled all the time was the way to attract a man but she couldn't work up the energy. Her focus was on the plastic stick hidden in her make up bag. An old, familiar tightening in her chest set in. It was like she was sixteen all over again. At sixteen, she had been so desperate for love she'd believed every pretty lie a visiting diplomat's son had thrown her way. Her aunt had called her a fool, and rightly so. Once the boy had his fun, he lost interest. Olivia had been so heart broken she'd actually turned to her aunt for guidance. Her aunt's idea of 'help' had been a trip to a spa in Switzerland. The rumors that circulated while they were gone were the stuff of every teenage girls nightmare. The vast majority of them had started with Drake's sister. Savannah had been the one to start the pregnancy rumors, as well as the one where Olivia's trip to Switzerland had been for an abortion. Olivia still hadn't forgiven her for that.

“It's Penelope, what do you expect,” Riley murmured back, the smile never leaving her pink glossed lips. It was a trick Olivia herself had taught her. A lady could get away with saying anything they pleased so long as they did it with a smile on their face. Wanted to mock someones atrocious outfit? Tell them how hideous they looked with a smile and every laughed at your 'teasing.' Sleeping with your best friend while leading on a King and his best friend? Keep a smile while saying love got the best of you and all was forgiven. “She laughs at everything.”

“You're right,” Hana sighed before, in sync with the other ladies, she took a sip from the delicate, gold rimmed cup in her right hand. “Sometimes though,” she leaned closer to Olivia and Riley, “I want to tell her that she's the only one who thinks her poodle stories are cute. Is that mean? It's mean isn't it?”

“If you ever work up the nerve to tell her that poodles suck make sure you do it with a smile,” Olivia suggested, forcing herself to take another sip.

“A smile and a smack across her smug little face,” Riley muttered, her blue eyes narrowing. Ah yes, there was no love lost between Riley and the poodle loving airhead from Portavira. Olivia was almost impressed by Penelope's little role in Riley's scandal. The water works and pleas for forgiveness had ruined any chance for that. The temptation to tell Penelope that if she was going to be a shark, she needed to be a shark, not turn into a guppy at the last minute. Whatever. It made no never mind to Olivia. She could care less what Penelope did or didn't do. Seeing the disdain on Riley's face whenever the other woman came around was another matter. It was only a matter of time before Cordonia's newest Duchess lost her cool and went for Penelope's jugular.

“Oh no! I could never tell her that,” Hana gasped, her almond shaped eyes widening. She hadn't said she wouldn't slap the chit, Olivia noted with amusement. For the next two hours, Olivia sipped lukewarm orange pekoe tea and nibbled cucumber sandwiches while pretending to be interested in the mundane conversations going on around her, most of which were about whatever charities were the most popular. The only interesting bits were when Hana or Riley would whisper some passive aggressive remark about one of the other ladies; usually Penelope or Kiara, with the occasional jab at Madeleine's expense. Normally, Olivia would interject herself into the conversation again but at the moment she didn't trust herself to speak again. The more she spoke, the greater the risk she would crack and unburden herself, and that just wouldn't do. Oh Riley would be understanding and Hana would be supportive, but Olivia wasn't ready for that. She still had to face Drake. And Drake deserved to know before anyone else.

Finally, she thought when the Queen Mother announced that she would be retiring to her rooms and the ladies were free to go or mingle at their leisure. Ignoring Riley and Hana's protests, Olivia chose the former. She needed to think, to sort out what she was going to do. First step, remembering that she wasn't some scared teenager or without means to support a child on her own. Second step, accepting that Drake might not be very pleased with the outcome of their one night stand. On more than one occasion she'd wanted to tell him where he could stick his looks of disgust. Nobody had forced him to have sex with her and, other than one attempt to talk to him about their lack of protection that had resulted in him walking off before she could speak, Olivia had kept her word on it being a one time occurrence with no strings attached. She pinched the bridge of her nose, grimacing at the thought of telling him about the predicament she was in. This isn't just your problem, she reminded herself as she walked back to her room. It's his problem too. And, damn it, he can help deal with the consequences.

Her fingers shook as she removed the pregnancy test from her make up bag. The two lines were still there. If anything, they had become more pronounced. There was no denying it. She was pregnant. Letting out a string of curses she chunked her make up bag at her bedroom door. Cosmetics scattered across the rug, her favorite tube of lipstick rolling under the wardrobe. Her vision blurred for a moment as tears threatened to well. In true Nevrakis fashion, she concentrated on warding them off before reaching for her phone. You can do this, Olivia, she told herself as she pulled up Drake's contact information. Before she lost her nerve, she sent him a text asking him to meet her by the fountain in the maze. She waited several minutes, her heart pounding, and then tossed her phone aside when no response came. Screw him, she thought, dropping to her hands and knees on the rug, determined to retrieve her favorite lipstick. She could do this on her own. It would cause a bit of a scandal at first but eventually someone would do something more shocking than having a baby out of wedlock with the King's best friend.. Her fingers barely brushed the tube when there was sharp knock on her door. “Be right there,” she called. It was probably Riley and Hana. The pair just wouldn't leave her alone. She scowled when her door opened, ready to give them a piece of her mind. “Do you mind?”

“This isn't the maze,” Drake's voice filled her room and sent a ripple of apprehension through her. He couldn't respond to a text, but he could show up uninvited to her room. Unbelievable.

Wrapping her fingers around the tube of lipstick, Olivia pulled her arm out from under the wardrobe and tried to rise to her feet with as much dignity as possible. “I don't keep appointments with people who aren't courteous enough to confirm,” she retorted coolly. Her gaze darted to the bed, where the positive test still lay out in plain sight. Shit! Maybe, if she was quick enough, she could reach it before he seen it. Or maybe not, she grimaced, watching the blood drain from his face, his eyes visibly fixated on the test.

“Something you want to tell me?” Drake asked, his voice hoarse.

Olivia let out a resigned sigh, her fingers nervously plucking at the lemon colored fabric of her skirt. “I'm pregnant.” Saying the words out loud felt a bit like the first drop on a roller coaster. Her stomach flipped. Her heart raced. And she anxiously waited for what was, inevitably, about to come next. Minutes ticked by, neither of them speaking. She let out another sigh. “You're not going to ask if I'm certain or...” she hesitated, “if you're the father?” She wouldn't blame him if he did. While she knew that she didn't sleep around, Drake didn't.

A thunderous look crossed Drake's handsome features. “I'm not that big of an asshole Olivia and we weren't exactly careful.”

“It could be wrong.” Walking over to the bed, she picked up the test, her eyes fixed on those two damning lines. “They're not always right.” Even as the words left her mouth, Olivia knew the test wasn't wrong. She had all the symptoms. Missed period. Morning sickness. Tender breasts. Exhausted all the time. The test just put it all into perspective.

“Most of the time they are.” Drake scrubbed a hand down his face. “Fuck,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor before darting back up to her face. “So...now what? Are we keeping it?”

“I'm keeping the baby, yes,” she said coolly, raising her chin a notch. “Whether or not you choose to be in their life is entirely up to you.” If he walked away, it would be his loss, Olivia told herself. She couldn't see Drake doing that though. He wasn't the sort to walk away from an obligation. Did she want her child viewed as an obligation though? Her aunt had always viewed her that way, an obligation she had to bear, and she'd had no qualms about reminding Olivia of that every single chance she got. Would Drake be that way? And what happened when he met someone and fell in love? Would his future wife accept a child that wasn't her own?

“Of course I'm going to be in their life,” Drake snapped, prowling to and fro in front of her wardrobe. He reached up, ran his fingers through his hair, and let out a curse. “It won't be easy for you, you know that right?” He shot her a hard look. “The ladies are going to make your life miserable. Not just because you're having a baby before marriage but because its my kid. You sure you want that, Olivia?”

“Do you think I give two fucks what those stuck up bitches think?” Olivia curled her lips in disdain. The only 'ladies' she had any use for were Riley and Hana, which was probably why Riley kept insisting they were friends. As for the rest of them, well, they could all take a flying leap off a cliff as far as Olivia was concerned. The whole lot of them were useless, simpering fools that sat around waiting for some man to decide they would make a worthwhile wife. Olivia waited for no one. She could, would, and had saved herself. She would raise her son or daughter to have that same mentality. They would be a Nevrakis, the next Duke or Duchess of Lythikos, after all.

“No,” Drake chuckled, “not really.” He let out another sigh and dropped into the winged back chair near the fireplace, a serious look stiffening his features. “So...how are we going to do this?”

Olivia bit her lower lip, uncertain how to answer. She furrowed her brow, paced a bit, and then sat on the edge of her bed, facing Drake. “By 'this' you mean co-parenting, correct?” Drake gave her a curt nod. “Right. Well, I'm not sure.” There were so many things to consider. His life was in the Capitol, while hers was in Lythikos. And, as the next Nevrakis heir, there was the matter of their last name. Olivia knew Drake well enough to know he was going to blow a gasket when he heard that they child would have to bear the Nevrakis last name, not Walker. They could hyphenate it the way her parents had, but she wasn't certain even that would appease Drake.

“You're not sure,” Drake repeatedly slowly, his eyes narrowing. “If you think you're going to cut me from this baby's life-”

“If I had planned on cutting you from this child's life, I wouldn't have told you I was pregnant to begin with,” Olivia interrupted, her voice laced with the annoyance that was starting to course through her veins. She could feel the vein in her left temple starting to tick. She'd known Drake was a stubborn ass but this was ridiculous.“Is this how things are going to be for the next eighteen years?”

A dark glare filled Drake's eyes, his jaw clenched. “If by 'things' you mean me standing up for my rights as a father, then yeah, this is how things are going to be.”

Closing her eyes, Olivia forced herself to take several deep, cleansing breathes. Out with the toxic, murderous thoughts starting to form in her mind. In with peace, calm, and understanding for the frustrating man that had fathered her child. Her hazel eyes snapped open. Who the hell was she trying to kid? Peace, calm, and understanding were not natural to her. Nor was the surly look on Drake's face inspiring those auras. “I'm getting really tired of the defensive attitude Drake. I don't deserve it nor do I appreciate it. I understand that this situation isn't ideal but taking your frustrations out on me isn't going to solve anything.” She paused, letting out another huff of air. “If all you're to do is twist my words and make accusations based on your fear instead of fact, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I don't need, nor do I want, the stress of arguing with you over moot points.”

Drake let out a long, weary sigh, one of his large hands reaching up to push a chunk of dark hair off his face. “You're right,” he admitted. “Just try to see things from my point of view. We're not in a relationship and as a noble, you hold all the cards. There's also the fact that we can barely stand each other.”

“There you go making assumptions again,” Olivia shook her head. This was not going to work. She'd been a fool to think she could have a logical discussion with Drake. He could never look past her title, could never let go of the grudge he had against nobility. “You're the one whose always made it perfectly clear that I wasn't worthy of your time.” And there was also the issue of the rumors his sister had started when they were teenagers.

“You sure about that,” Drake challenged. “I seem to recall several occasions where Savannah and I were intentionally excluded from parties hosted at your estate.”

“Do you really want to go there Drake?” Ice dripped from Olivia's voice. “You know exactly why your sister was no longer welcome.” Even now she heard the occasional whisper about the Duchess of Lythikos and the child she'd supposedly aborted at the age of sixteen. Every time she heard it, it was all Olivia could do to keep quiet. With every fiber of her being she wanted to scream that throwing her virginity away on some asshole and then taking a small vacation with her aunt because she was heartbroken didn't mean she'd been pregnant or had an abortion. None of that had any place in the discussion she was trying to have with Drake though. Her focus needed to remain on the very real pregnancy she was dealing with. That they were dealing with.. “Look, I don't want to fight about this. As I said before, I understand this isn't ideal and that you might not be happy with the situation. I just want us to do what's best for this child.”

“That's all I want as well.” Drake rose from the chair, a lock of his dark hair flopping over one eye. The urge to reach out and brush it back was equal parts annoying and confusing. “I guess there's only one thing to do.”

“Is this the part where you try to act all noble and ask me to marry you?” The words left Olivia's mouth before she could stop them. Heat rose in her cheeks, staining the ivory skin a brilliant strawberry. What had she been thinking? Of course Drake wasn't going to propose. By his own admission he could barely stand to be around her. Well, at least when he was sober and clothed. There was also the little issue of him still not believing that his sister had spread those rumors about her years ago.

“No,” chuckled Drake, an amused look shining in his dark eyes. “This is the part where I ask you to dinner.”

“Dinner?” Some of the tightness in her chest started to ease. He hadn't taken offense to her slip of tongue and he looked more at ease.

“Yes. Dinner. You know, that meal you eat in the evening.” This was a side of Drake that Olivia was semi-familiar with; she'd seen him banter with Hana and Riley plenty but never experienced it herself. Unless she counted hostile exchanges where one of them stormed off.

“I know what dinner is, Drake. I'm just surprised you're asking.” Surprised. Shocked. Uncertain how to respond. It would help to know what sort of dinner invitation he was issuing. Was it a sit down to discuss their child's future? Was him being hungry and just not wanting to eat alone? Or...her pulse skipped a beat...was he asking her to dinner?

“People need to see us together,” he explained. “I don't want them knowing this baby was the result of a one night stand. Life's going to be hard enough for this kid...a commoner for a dad...a duchess for a mom...the least we can do is pretend we have something going on.”

The disappoint that filled Olivia wasn't something she wanted to explore. Drake had the right of it. Life for this child would not be easy. And as much as she didn't care what people said about her, she didn't want rumors tainting her child. The fact that Drake had thought of that and figured out a solution made her realize that he was already invested in their child. “You're going to be a great dad,” she said softly.

Surprise flickered across Drake's face. “Really?” Olivia nodded. A wide grin broke out across Drake's face. “It means a lot that you think that. I...I think you're going to be a great mom.”

“Of course I am,” Olivia quipped. Silently, she prayed that her uncertainty wasn't present in her voice. For all her bravado, the idea of motherhood scared the hell out of her. She had no memories of her own mother and her aunt hadn't been very maternal. What if she screwed up? What if the child hated her and loved Drake more? So many fears. So many things that could go wrong. Thank God she had eight months to plan. In the meantime, she needed to focus on these pretend dinner dates Drake was proposing.

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herowords · 7 years

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Something’s Gotta Give

A/N: The one where the guy who lives above Dean is having crazy, wild sex every fudgin’ night, and Dean’s about as done with the store bought baked goods the dude keeps giving him as he is of the questionable noises that keep Dean up all night. - Written for a prompt.

To say that Dean’s new apartment is not the Taj Mahal would be an understatement. But it had been cheap, and Dean had been desperate, so he’d signed on the dotted line without much fanfare.

And he’s not high maintenance, he can deal with the washing machine that clanks, and the old carpet, and the missing screens on all the windows, but what he can’t deal with is the questionable noises coming from the apartment above him. Every. God. Damn. Night.

He waits a week, hoping it will stop. The noise can’t go on forever, right? But when it’s been eight days, and it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, and Dean’s staring up at the ceiling, drawn from sleep by a wild thump, it’s time to address the issue.

Throwing back the covers, Dean finds his slippers - feet sliding across the carpet in the dark - and stands, marches out of his apartment full of righteous fury. Outside Dean climbs the steps and then he’s standing in front of Weird Noises’ door, and his fist is falling against the door in three sharp knocks.

It’s a minute before the guy answers. He pulls open the door, frowning, and blinks at Dean in the yellow-y glow of his porch lamp.

“Yes?” His voice is rough, gravelly, and for a beat Dean doesn’t speak. Because truly the dude is really rocking the JBF look and someone as good looking as he is this early in the morning is going to take some time for Dean to process. So he stares at him - blue eyes droopy, dark hair a complete mess where it stands on end atop his head - because Dean is especially creepy like that.

Another time (like a time that’s not shitass o’clock in the morning), and another place Dean probably would have hit on the guy already. As it were, that’s not why he’s here.

“Can you keep it down up here? I gotta be up early tomorrow.”

The man’s frown softens, the side of his mouth tugging up into a smile. “I apologize. That was Michael. He can be very loud when he’s excited.”

“He can- okay,” Dean stammers, because the dude says it like they aren’t talking about him and this guy, Michael, going at it at 2 am. “Well it sounds like fun up here, but uh- are you done? ‘Cause I really need my sleep, man.”

The guy nods. “Yes, I believe he’s finished. I’ll make sure he keeps quiet for the rest of the night. Again, I apologize.”

“Thanks uh-”

“Castiel.”

“Thanks, Castiel.”

After that Dean trudges back down to bed, and waits, eyes trained on the ceiling. When he hears nothing, he’s finally able to roll over and sleep.

When Dean gets home from work there’s a plate of cookies on his doorstep and a note.

Dear Freckles (I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice them last night, they really suit you - and you never told me your name.)

I know I’m not able to give back the sleep you missed, but I can give you cookies. I hope you find them enjoyable.

Thank you,

Castiel

Dean eyes the cookies. They’re obviously store bought. But at least the guy tried.

Two days later the noises are back. It’s only midnight this time, at least there’s that, but it could be 7 o’clock at night and Dean would still be perturbed. He makes the walk up to Castiel’s apartment and raps on his door.

“Gettin’ a little loud again, Cas.” Dean says when the door swings open. Castiel looks much like he did the last time, but his eyes are brighter, and his cheeks are flushed. Goddamn post-coital looks good on the guy.

Castiel’s face goes sheepish, and he blinks at the ground for half a second before bringing his eyes to meet Dean’s again. “Crowley was getting rough. I didn’t realize how loud he was being. I apologize.”

“Crowley?” Dean asks, shocked. What kind of dick parents name their kid Crowley?

“Yes. He isn’t my favorite by any stretch of the imagination, but I do still have a soft spot for him. I’ll keep him quiet.”

Dean nods, “Thanks.” That’s probably all that needs saying, but Dean doesn’t move, staring at Castiel, not ready to say good bye. “Uh, thanks for the cookies. Nestle Toll House?”

“Yes,” Castiel nods in confirmation. “I’m gald you enjoyed them.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Okay now he’s getting redundant. For a beat he shifts on his feet, wracking his brain for something else to say. “I guess I’ll just-” he hefts a finger over his shoulder.

“Alright.”

But as Dean turns to leave a hand closes around his wrist and he finds Castiel looking at him with wide eyes. “What’s your name?”

Dean smiles. “Dean Winchester.”

“Good night, Dean Winchester. I hope you sleep well.”

“Okay,” Dean manages, backing away. “You uh- you sleep well, too.”

As he walks back towards his apartment he asks himself when Castiel went from Weird Noises to Castiel, the first man to have caught Dean’s eye in a very, very long time.

Dean (I very much like your name),

Again I felt I should offer you something for keeping you up. I hope you enjoy pie. It’s lemon.

Castiel

The pie has a price tag on it and everything. There’s no way it’s going to be half as good as Dean’s, but letting it go to waste would be, well, a waste. Store bought or not, it’s still pie.

Monday passes without incident, Tuesday does, too. But when there’s another loud thump sounding right above Dean’s head, he’s almost relieved. It’s not that he’s been looking for another excuse to talk to Castiel, except for that it is.

Climbing out of bed Dean almost smiles.

“It was Samandriel,” Castiel offers before Dean even has to say anything. “He’s still fairly young and just learning the rules. But I’ve spoken with him, and I don’t think it will be happening again.”

“Okay,” Dean offers, because he’s not sure what else there is to say. Cas has a different partner four days out of the seven, and at this point Dean’s a little less worried about the loud noises, and more concerned with how he gets a spot on Cas’s list. Right at the top would be nice.

Castiel doesn’t close his door, and Dean doesn’t move from the Welcome mat. Silence creeps between them, but maybe if Dean waits just a few more seconds, he’ll have something else to say.

Eventually Cas is the one to break the silence. “How was the pie?”

“Good,” Dean nearly shouts. When he’s calmed himself the fuck down, he repeats himself. More quietly. (More normal.) “It was good. Thanks for leaving it for me.”

Castiel’s eyes twinkle. “I’m glad to hear it.”

After that there really isn’t anything more to say. It’s almost 4 am, and Dean’s certain he’s not the only one who needs to sleep. He reaches out a hand and lets it rest on Cas’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Good night,” he says.

“Good night,” Castiel responds, a small smile curving his lips.

Dean’s not even to the stairwell before he’s mentally ripping himself a new asshole because that was weird as fuck. There was no need to touch Cas, he’d just wanted to. It was still fucking weird, he reminds himself. And maybe Cas won’t ever answer his door again.

The donuts don’t come as a shock when Dean finds them resting on his stoop. There’s half a dozen in the box, all different flavors, and the accompanying note is taped to the lid.

Dean,

I wasn’t sure which kind you prefer so I settled on an assortment. Samandriel sends his regards and apologies. ;)

- C

He’s used to the desserts and notes from Cas by now, but seeing Samandriel’s name in print shakes him a little. So Cas talks about Dean to his conquests. Great.

After Samandriel there’s Gabriel and brownies, then Raphael and cupcakes, and Gadreel and lemon bars, and when Dean storms upstairs yet again, he waits for Castiel to open the door with fists clenched and teeth grit.

This time when Castiel’s door swings open, he’s holding a cat under one arm, petting it’s head with the other.

“Are you an escort or something?” Dean blurts, because even Dean - who’s a big fan of sex, huge fan - doesn’t get laid as often as Cas does.

Cas’s classic frown is back, and he studies Dean quietly for a beat. “You think I’m a male sex worker?” He asks, head tilted to the side. The cat in his arms squirms, and Castiel brings it to his chest, letting it head butt his hand, then scratching behind its ears.

“Yes?” Dean offers, but then the way Cas is looking at him is more confused than guilty. “No? I don’t know, dude. You’ve got thumps, and bangs, and plops coming from up here all night. I assumed-”

“That I was having sex?”

Dean scrubs a hand at the back of his neck. “Yeah?”

With a shake of his head, Castiel points to the cat in his arms. “Dean, this is Michael, my cat. Lucifer is also a cat, as is Samandriel, and Gabriel, and Raphael, and Gadreel.”

“Wait, you have six cats up here? Isn’t that illegal or something?” And for some reason the fact that it’s fucking cats making all the noise makes so much more sense than Cas having an un-tamable libido.

Nodding, Castiel opens his door wider to permit Dean inside. “Come in,” he says, “please.”

Inside the place is tidy. With six cats running amok Dean assumed Castiel’s apartment would be covered in cat hair and smell like crap, but all he can smell is lavender.

“I adopt and foster cats and kittens. That’s why I have so many. Some will go to new homes when they are ready, some will stay with me for the rest of their lives.”

Dean’s eyes dart around the apartment, seeing 1, 2, 3, 4 cats all peering at him curiously from behind some piece of furniture or another. “I’m an idiot,” he mutters. But when he looks at Cas, the man is smiling gently at him.

“You’re not an idiot, Dean. How were you to know it was cats making all the ruckus?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Dean shrugs.

“I won’t lie to you, Dean,” Castiel states, eyes and nose crinkling with his growing smile. “I’ve grown quite fond of our visits. Even if they are in the middle of the night.”

Now Dean’s smiling, cheeks flushing. “Me too,” he admits.

“Perhaps now we can find other reasons to meet.”

Dean feels light now, happy. So Cas isn’t running a Den of Iniquity, he’s just doing the animal world a solid. And while Dean’s no one to judge how many people someone sleeps with, he feels a strange sort of relief that he was wrong about Castiel. “What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?”

“Not a thing.”

“Awesome. I think it’s time you learn how to actually bake baked goods.”

“You bake?” Castiel questions, head tilting in that adorable way of his. (That’s right, adorable.)

“I own a bakery,” Dean explains, “hell yeah I bake.”

Castiel is nodding now, smile still plastered on his face making Dean feel warm. “I'd like that very much.”

After Dean scribbles down the address to his bakery he and Castiel say their good nights and Dean enters his apartment with a dopey grin on his face. Cats, he thinks to himself as he drifts back to sleep. Cats.

The following afternoon Castiel arrives at Dean’s bakery at 1 o’clock on the dot. It’s kinda strange seeing him in something other than pajamas, but at least the guy’s hair is still a complete disaster.

“You ready to get your bake on?” Dean asks, when Castiel breezes through the door. He hands Cas an apron that matches his own, and puts up a Closed For Lunch sign.

“I think a more appropriate question would be ‘Are you ready to burn things while I stand in the corner and laugh?’“

Dean lets out a chuckle. “You’re not going to burn anything. I’m supervising, remember?”

“It’s happened before, Dean.” Castiel loops the apron over his head, turning his back to Dean. “Tie me up?”

God yes, Dean thinks, cheeks burning, but then he reminds himself - and his dick - to stay calm. We’re baking cookies for fuck’s sake, he tells himself as he ties Castiel’s apron strings into a messy bow. Remain calm.

Dean’s calm for all of ten minutes and then he’s standing at Cas’s back, showing him the most efficient way to use an electric beater. Cas smells clean, citrisy Dean thinks, and his back is warm against Dean’s front. There is not a shred of calm to be found.

“Am I doing it?” Castiel asks, neck craned so his eyes meet Dean’s.

Dean smiles, then moves in to brush his lips against Castiel’s. When Dean pulls away, Castiel’s flushed and grinning wide. “Yeah,” Dean says. “You’re doing it.”

And so maybe Cas makes a lot of noise (or his cats do, whatever) Dean reasons it’s not so bad anymore; as long as he’s there to make noise with him.

#DeanCas #puppycastiel #woefulcas #beefcakemish #princessjimmynovak #AU #fluff #prompt fic #herowords fic #baker!Dean #2018 #March 2018

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Fic: A Terrible Idea [4/?]

Fandom: Attack on Titan Title: A Terrible Idea Author: Immi Rating: PG-13 Summary: Ymir’s pursuit of the hot cheerleader was meant to stay strictly lustful. But it’s a high school AU with a ship tag, so you know, fuck that. Notes: Thank you wiki for caring more about Sannes’ partner’s name than I did.

Segment summary: Ymir continues her contribution to the story’s title.

I II III

Schools liked to act like they cared about their students.

They didn’t, but try explaining that and the loudest thing for miles would be some school counselor asking why it is that schools suck, and sweetheart, are you being bullied? Meanwhile five periods went by, and everything of educational value was lost. Finding that upsetting was considered grounds for another session a week later. Because wanting to talk about feelings was so normal.

Ymir had her doubts that anyone believed that. Including the counselor. What really mattered was that if she ran off and did something scandalous, no one could say the school hadn’t put in the bare minimum token effort to prevent such behavior.

Looks were everything. With that checked off, the freedom to do whatever the hell you want rang.

Historia got that. One more infernally attractive factoid about her. Ymir was still working her way up to being whatever the hell, so hot cheerleader’s current shtick mostly involved her phone— but damn if she didn’t make the most of it. While a grand total of no one pointed out that the school goddess was about as interested in them and their anything as any real god had to be.

It was all about appearances. Historia’s went way further than her skirt length, which was the multifold brand of luck that had people on the other side of the planet dying for the sake of balance.

Ymir knew all about appreciating a master at work. She spent most of her time being one.

So when the school set out neat, orderly guidelines about where their beloved sheeple were allowed to be during lunch hour, whatever. If they wanted to pretend they had a say in where the cool kids sat, Ymir was willing to work with it. All it took was finding the right prop.

Some people, like Porco’s delinquent friend, went old school and paid in full for their gear. No one was going to mess with the kid who brought a knife to school when that kid was Annie. As long as good ol’ cousin Levi wasn’t around, she had a permanent hall pass with edges sharp enough to kill a man. Several, if the rumors had any truth to them.

Porco needed to hang around better influences.

Ymir went classic.

She tucked a manila folder under her arm and went right out the front gate.

Very official, very unlikely to get the cops called, and innocuous enough that the idiot in the suit didn’t so much as glance up when she snapped a picture of him lighting up a cigarette on school grounds. All-star dad had some intense thoughts on what he’d do to them if they ever got their phones confiscated, so Pieck had charitably donated hers to the cause.

Ymir, primo messenger girl on a mission, didn’t waste her time on the private eye spiel begging to be played out. One hour a day, she got to share a room with an undersexed goddess. She wasn’t going to offer more of her precious seconds up to the altar for cheap drama. Any was bad enough.

Keeping the folder on obvious display, she walked across the parking lot.

The suit, peasant name Ralph (he wore a nametag. A collar must have had too much dignity), didn’t catch on fast. He looked up seconds too late to change his fate, Ymir sliding easily into his hazy view. His shiny silver lighter glinted in his hand like it knew it was never going out of style. Ralph scowled like he knew he couldn’t say the same.

“School’s that way, kid.”

This was going to be a fucking treat.

“Smoking’s really bad for your health,” Ymir said, keeping up a smile for her new friend. She drew Pieck’s phone with a flourish, flicking over to its latest digital addition. “Maybe not as bad as this, though.”

Ralph’s scowl added a pulsing vein or two, and a swell of panic. Ymir sat back on the beautifully waxed hood of the nearest car. His car. This guy had never had a bright idea in his life, thank fuck. Ymir made a show of craning her neck to examine the evidence. “Would you look at that. Right in front of the school sign. Way to earn that street cred.”

Never let it be said that the Reiss family hired people who couldn’t understand blackmail.

With what they got up to, that was probably one of the top things they looked for, even if they neglected things like enough common sense to avoid lawbreaking when they were on the clock.

Ralph looked like he was rediscovering the part of him that was okay with murder. “What,” he asked, “do you want?”

Ymir grinned at her new bestie. “You’re Historia Reiss’ driver, right?”

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If there was anything you learned from sharing a house with a jock and his helicopter brother, it was getting up at the crack of dawn for things that made no sense.

“Hey, Historia!”

Ymir was finally finding it in her to forgive them for that.

The early morning sun flattered Historia’s figure just as well as the other times of day, perfecting her halo hair and bringing new light to the sheen of sweat cheerleading practice always gifted her with. All the shifting hours brought out were fifty new shades of gorgeous, and a touch of drowsiness to go with the death in her eyes.

All while she waited by the locker room instead of heading in. Because when Ymir said her name, she stopped. Easy peasy lemon fucking squeezy.

Like the smile Ymir felt stepping up with the butterflies. She kept a lid on it. There wasn’t much she could do about a person being a walking aphrodisiac, but if she was going to return the favor, she couldn’t go around with dopey hearts in her eyes. Major turnoffs like that were why Porco was still a virgin. She was on the charm and swag track, not the loser romantic track.

Dialing it up a notch, she winked at Historia and held out the fruits of her labor.

“Thought you could use a pick-me-up before school,” she said. “A pretty girl like you should always have something to snack on.”

One vending machine granola bar, as sponsored by Ralph. Cheap, probably not poison, and most importantly, something that Historia liked that wasn’t her phone. Other options included watered down sports drinks and vitamin water. Ymir was now the proud owner of a list of acceptable flavors for every consumable Historia tolerated—along with the confirmation that servants were basically paid stalkers. Bunch of creeps.

Historia took the candy bar with a hesitation so slight it belonged in a casino. Points to Ralph.

“Do you blackmail people often?”

Fuck Ralph.

“It’s more of a trading favors deal,” Ymir said. She sprawled a hand on her hip. “I offer to cover for someone, they owe me, I let them know how to clear the debt.” Nowhere in the process was procuring a new debt mentioned. That little thing the Reisses should seriously consider screening for was supposed to keep that from happening.

Schooling her expression like a boss a few pay grades behind the light of her life, she kept the next conversation piece relaxed. “He told you about it?”

Historia shrugged. “He thought you were trying to poison me.”

She peeled back the wrapper and took a bite of granola.

Blue eyes left laser etchings in Ymir’s pupils, and just what the fuck. What the fuck bound this person to a human body, and could she get its number next. Hell, she should have bargained with Ralph for Historia’s from the start. Maybe her to-do list needed an upgrade from its one item generalization.

“Not,” Ymir said, “my first plan for your body.”

Historia bit off another piece. Ymir’s shoes dug into a crack in the pavement. Blinking was slowly earning an urban legend tally. There really was something about those damn eyes. They weren’t so bleary now. There was almost a spark looking back at her. Art appreciation wasn’t a course Ymir had plans to bother with, but this moment was making it rain college credits.

“You could have asked,” Historia said abruptly.

Ymir’s eyebrows popped up. It took a Herculean effort to remember that they were back to talking about the Ralph factor and keep her mouth from going full lewd. She should have gotten a drink while she was at the vending machine. “What, you? You take requests?”

Historia shrugged again, popping the last bit of the bar into her mouth. “Yours, maybe.”

She turned around and walked into the locker room.

Ymir stood still and transcended.

#yumikuri #yumihisu #shingeki no fanfic #fic #mine #well #not at 3am

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the-heroic-wanderer · 7 years

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RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

Tagged by @gowak You wanted to know this about me? Then I’ll answer in kind)

LAST:

drink: Lemon Ice Tea

phone call: My Dad

text message: “Not the best but interesting.”

song you listened to: David Jordan: Sun goes down (Which was what the text message was about)

time you cried: Depends...Cried due to joy/laughing too hard? Watching a Dark Souls Boss Get rekt and the reaction of the lper when it happened. Due to sad? Litterally 2 weeks ago when I thought about the Death of the Going Merry from One Piece...it’s a boat...but it was THEIR boat.

HAVE YOU EVER:

dated someone twice: Nope

been cheated on: Nope

lost someone special: Haven’t we all? If you say you haven’t then you have never lived.

been depressed: *shrug* to pull the ONLY line I ever remember from Wander Over Yonder ; “The helper seeks to help, because he knows what it’s like to be helpless.” I try to make people smile and laugh, cause I know what it feels like to have not a smile or a chuckle in your heart.

been drunk and thrown up: Drunk 3 times, thrown up as an end result?

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

made a new friend: Too many to count, yet never seemingly enough to stop more from showing up.

fallen out of love: With a person? Not really. With something I used to love otherwise? Kinda.

laughed until you cried:See answer for Last Time I cried.

met someone who changed you: Change isn’t impossible, it just takes time, and that’s something I have in short supply.

found out who your true friends are: Never second guessed who they were, so yes.

found out someone was talking about you: At least 4 to five times a week.

GENERAL:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: Technically 3

do you have any pets?: 2 cats 1 dog

do you want to change your name?: Tbh yes, because some times I just hear it so much I’ve grown tired of it.

what time did you wake up this morning: Woke up at 9 am as I had work.

what were you doing last night: Work then home for video games and silent thinking, same as most days.

name something you cannot wait for: People to understand the fact I can’t understand sarcasm,,,and for people to stop being dumb and just smarten up.(to pull a quote from my mothers book)

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: A Thomas? Yes. A Tom as in just Tom? No

what’s getting on your nerves right now: My own lack of self motivation to work on somethings, and my fat ass s.o.b. cat lying on my arm that won’t go away!

blood type: O-

nickname: I’ve got a few: Mattie, Wander,Wanderer, Heroic and (only by 3 friends) Wander Bear

relationship status: In yet Open

zodiac sign: Gemini, still need to find my supposed twin/double in the world and ask him/them where the hell they’ve been.

pronouns: Him, they, he, his, bacon,them,that dick right there, Matt. No idea wtf people call me for pronouns nor care.

favorite show: Too many to count and too many theme songs over lapping.

college: Not yet but need to.

hair color: Oak brown.

do you have a crush on someone: Yes

what do you like about yourself: My voice, my generosity at the point of (as I call it) forceful kindness, my calf muscles that I’m very proud of, and the fact I have such amazing friend (Looking at some others but @gowak @chance-of-chaos @echolands)

FIRSTS:

first surgery: Fractured skull, so I have a plate in my head now!

first piercing: Not gonna happen

first sport you joined: Soccer (Parents chose) Rugby by own choice

first vacation: A lake a few towns over, was kinda nice, caught my first fish there. A sunfish.

first pair of sneakers: 6 years old plain white and blue, cause I even back then thought sketchers light up when you step was dumb as sh*t

RIGHT NOW:

eating: Chips, pringles for specifics.

drinking: Lemon Ice Tea, like I said before.

i’m about to: Go to bed cause I’m tired as balls while writing this but was like; “Ya know what? screw it, might as well put it all out there.”

listening to: The sound of my heater spinning up heating our house, and just before that, Battle Bus Boogie by JT Music.

want kids: Adopt and maybe have? Long as someone remembers me.

get married: Sure, though I want to be sure before anything.

career: Cook/baker atm but not exactly what I want to be my perma career, as well as essentially a couple Councillor and general therapist for people cause people know I actually listen and give a sh*t about them.

WHICH IS BETTER:

lips or eyes: Eyes (Same as gowak said)

hugs or kisses: Hugs...mainly cause I have my own Bear Crusher Bear hug which has on two occasions popped someones back and helped them feel better. Also I am not a HUGE fan of kissing, just feels strange to me I guess.

shorter or taller: Be you, doesn’t matter the size.

older or younger: Age brings wisdom but often wear, youth brings energy but inexperience and risk of permanent damage.

romantic or spontaneous: Both I’d say as they can both yield positive results in the end if done correctly.

sensitive or loud: Sensitive? Cause not sure what you’d mean by loud?

hookup or relationship: Relationship but due to my current relationship and also the weird things I’ve already encountered in my life hookup isn’t all that weird...awkward yes but not weird.

troublemaker or hesitant: Be yourself and we shall see.

HAVE YOU EVER:

kissed a stranger: To save a life? No As a romantic gesture? I did offer once cause it was the technical girlfriend of a buddy of mine and I JUST met her.

drank hard liquor: Yes, unrelated; FUCK yager bombs.

lost contacts/glasses: I’ve had to wear glasses since I was like 9....that should answer the question pretty well.

sex on first date: Still a virgin so yeah no... and not for lack of trying I guess, more just I am not the type of guy who forces or would know how to react to the situation despite myself.

broken someone’s heart: *Sigh* yes...twice but only due to the fact I could never return their feelings.

been arrested: Nope, but almost did due to an event that happened in the last month of middle school. Yes theirs a story to it.

turned someone down: If you’re referring to, turn down for a date? Yes. Turn down the bass? Yes also,

fallen for a friend: Yep...currently 3 times is the total

DO YOU BELIEVE:

in yourself: Heads I do tails I don’t It’s all the flip of a coin most days but mainly I just don’t care.

miracles: Never doubted they can happen,

love at first sight: Not really, but second or third? Maybe.

Also don’t know 25 people nor do I know any who weren’t tagged by @gowak, so...If you see this on my page and read this far then consider taggin yourself and doing it! Just remember to tag me at the top so I can read it I guess.

#tag meme #truth #truthbetold #truthseeker #memes

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literal-fand0m-trash · 7 years

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Psychic Wars Part 8. Simon Said Part 1

Note: I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or stories, but I do own Dakota Winchester. Please leave comments and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Summary: Sequel to Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Masterlist

Dakota and Dean were sitting in a booth at a run down diner in the middle on nowhere when Sam came back to their table clutching his head.

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“It happened again.” Sam said, standing next to the table. They didn't have to ask what he meant. He had had another vision.

“Let’s go.” Dakota said standing up and throwing a few bills on the table before walking out to the car.

“Don’t you think we’re overreacting just a little. Why don’t we just chill out and think about this?” Dean said after an hour of silence in the car, except for the quiet rock music playing from the radio.

She looked up her brothers as Sam glared at Dean, “What is there to think about?”

“Just don’t know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea.” Dean said.

“Really?” Dakota sassed.

“Dean, it’s another premonition, I know it. This is going to happen.” Sam explained.

“Yeah, and Ash is the man with the answers. He can tell us where.” Dakota said.

“Plus, it could connection with the demon.” Sam added.

“Kota, how did you meet these people again?” Dean asked.

“Dad used to leave me there when I was in my early teens and then I crashed with them for a few months while I was looking for you.” Dakota explained and Dean nodded in understanding.

“Why were you looking for Dean?” Sam asked and Dakota waved him off.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later.” She shrugged.

“Look, my point is that there are going to be hunters there and I don’t know announcing that you two are some kind of Supernatural freaks with demonic connections is the best idea.” Dean explained

Dakota felt a pang in her chest as Dean called her and Sam freaks, “So now we’re freaks?” Sam asked.

“You two have always been freaks.” He smiled trying to play it off like he was just talking about them as siblings, but at that moment Dakota knew that Dean saw her as something other than human. Something to be feared.

……….

They pulled up to the Roadhouse later that night and the minute Dakota walked through the doors Ellen swept her up in a tight hug. Ellen and Jo pulled her over to an open table where they caught up as the boys went to grab Ash from his room.

“How’s school?” Dakota asked Jo who rolled her eyes. Dakota knew that Jo didn’t want to be in college, but Ellen was making her.

“Don’t start that again Johannah Beth. Do you know how badly this girl wanted to be in your shoes?” Ellen said pointing at Dakota who threw her hands up in surrender.

“Mom!” Jo whined and Dakota looked around for her brothers, desperately trying to find a way out of another family feud over higher education.

“I think the boys are calling me.” Dakota said, excusing herself from the conversation and quickly jogging over to where she had seen her brothers.

Ash was sitting at one of the tables with his laptop out with Sam sitting next to him while Dean grabbed some drinks from the bar. Dakota grabbed a chair and sat next to Ash.

“Hey Dr. Badass.” Dakota said, knowing that was what he liked to be called while he was “geniousing” as he called it.

“Hey kid.” He said not looking away from the computer, “I found that symbol you were looking for Sam. It’s the logo for Blue Ridge bus line in Guthrie, Oklahoma.” Ash read.

“Okay. Do me a favor, check for signs of demonic omens or around there.” Sam said.

“You think your demon is there?” Ash asked as he started typing and Dakota looked over his shoulder.

“Maybe.” She muttered.

“Why would you think that?” Ash asked as Dean walked up and set four beers on the table.

“Just check it, alright?” He said.

Ash typed for a moment before sitting back in his chair, “No, sir. No demon. No nothing.”

“Can you do me another favor. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would have been around 1983.” Sam said and Dakota leaned further over Ash’s shoulder.

“Nothing. Anything more specific?” Ash asked.

“The origin of the fire would have been the baby’s nursery the night of the kid’s six-month birthday.” Dakota specified.

“Okay, that is just weird, girl. Why the Hell would I be looking for that.” Ash asked.

“‘Cause there’s a PBR in it for you if you do.” She promised.

“Give me fifteen minutes.” He said turning back to the computer.

The Winchester’s sat around sipping their drinks for a while before R.E.O. Speedwagon started playing and Dean had to go start a fight with Jo over her music choice.

“And there’s a match.” Ash said leaning across the table and grabbing the beer Dakota had promised him.

“I’ll go get Dean. Can you print this out?” Dakota asked standing up and walking towards Jo and Dean, “We gotta go.” She said. Dean nodded and started heading for the door while Dakota grabbed Jo in a hug, “I’ll call you soon. Have fun at school. Don’t give your mom too much of a hard time.”

……….

“So what have we got?” Dean asked once they were on the road.

“Andrew Gallagher. Born in ‘83.” Sam read.

“Like us.” Dakota said leaning forward so she could talk to her brothers.

“Lost his mother in a fire when he was six months old.” Sam continued.

“Also like us.”

“You think the demon killed his mom?” Dean asked.

“Sure looks like it.” Dakota said.

“How did you even know to look for this guy?” Dean asked.

“Every premonition I’ve had, if they're not about the demon, they’re about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?” Sam asked. Dakota remembered that vividly, it was rather hard to forget that she one time stopped a bullet using her mind.

“Yeah, but Max Miller was a basic little psycho.” Dean pointed out.

“Point is her was killing people and I was having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy.” Sam said.

“How do we find him?” Dean asked.

“We wait for Sam to have another vision, or we try to find the one person in town who’s emotions I can’t read.” Dakota joked.

“That might be our only option. No current address. No current employment. He still owes money on all his bills.” Sam read off.

“Collection agency flag?” Dakota asked.

“Not in the system.” Sam said.

“What?” Dakota asked.

“They just let him take a walk?” Dean questioned.

“Seems like it.” Sam shrugged. “There’s a work address from his last W-2 about a year ago.”

“I guess we’re starting there.” Dakota said.

……….

Early the next morning Dakota was sitting in her FBI clothes in a diner with her brothers talking to the head waitress.

“You won’t get anything out of Andy. I’m sorry, but they never do.” She smiled sweetly, her voice had a thick southern accent to it and her blond hair was loose around her shoulders.

“‘They’?” Sam asked.

“You’re debt collectors aren’t you?” She asked setting the coffee pot down, “Once in awhile they come by. I don’t know what Andy says to them, but they never come back.”

“Actually we’re lawyers representing his great aunt Lita. She passed- God rest her soul- left Andy a sizeable estate.” Dean said.

“Yeah. Are you a friend of Andy’s do you know where we could find him?” Dakota asked.

“I used to be. I don’t see much of Andy anymore.” The waitress said looking down at her hands.

“Andy? Andy kicks ass man.” A server said coming up next to them and leaning on the counter.

“Is that right?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. He can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once. It was beautiful.” The server said.

“I want to go backstage at an Aerosmith concert!” Dakota pouted.

“You don’t even like Aerosmith.” Dean pointed out.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t say no to getting in backstage.” She said.

“She gets it.” The sever said pointing at Dakota.

“That’s great. How ‘bout bussing a table or two, Webber?” The waitress said and Webber sulked off, “Look, if you want to find Andy, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side.”

“A barbarian queen?” Dean asked and Dakota felt her face scrunch in confusion.

“She’s riding a polar bear.” The waitress shrugged.

……….

A van with a barbarian queen riding a polar bear on the side of it was not something that was hard to miss and they found it parked on Orchard Street. Unfortunately it was empty so they sat in the Impala waiting for Andy to show up.

“I’m sorry, but I’m starting to like this dude. That van is sweet.” Dean said after a minute.

“How much are you willing to bet there is shag carpet in the back?” Dakota asked.

“Oh...five bucks. Sammy, you in?” Dean asked and Dakota turned to she a look of worry on Sam’s face.

“Dude, you look like you’re sucking on a lemon. What’s wrong?” Dakota asked.

“This Andy Gallagher, he’s the second guy like this we’ve found. The demon came to them when they were kids and now they’re killing people.” Sam said.

“We don’t know what Andrew Gallagher is. He could be innocent.” Dean said.

“The demon said he has plans for me and the children like me. Maybe this is his plan. Maybe we’re all a bunch of psychic freaks!” Sam said.

“Dude, I’m an empath. You have visions. That’s not really psycho psychic killer material.” Dakota said.

“How are you handling this situation so calmly?!” Sam asked turning around in his seat.

Dakota shrugged, “Demons lie. Maybe there is no plan for us and whatever happens happens. I haven’t started losing it and trying to kill everyone yet, so I’m not gonna worry about if I might one day.”

“Got him.” Dean said. Dakota turned and saw Andy walking out of a house and waving to a girl in the window who was wearing lingerie. She looked back at Andy who she had to admit was cute if not a little dorky, with his dark bed head, stubble, brown eyes, and a kimono on with sweats and a band tee shirt. He walked up street and stopped a man, had a short conversation, then took the man’s coffee before continuing as if nothing had happened. He walked up to someone else and shook their hand and Dakota saw Sam sit up.

“That’s him. The older guy, that’s the shooter.” Sam said.

“Okay, you two keep a watch on him. I’ll stick with Andy.” Dean instructed and they climbed out of the car before following the man as he turned down the street. They followed him all the way to the main street before he stopped and pulled out his phone, just like he had in Sam’s vision.

“We need to bet him to the gun shop.” Sam whispered and they ran across the street before the older man even got off the phone. Dakota stood outside the store while Sam went inside and not a minute later the fire alarm went off. Sam came out and stood next to her as the man approached, saw that the store was now closed and walked away right as some college age guy on a skateboard rode by and whistled causing Dakota to roll her eyes.

“Did that guy just whistle at you? With me standing right next to you?” Sam asked in shock.

“Welcome to the wonderful world of being a woman.” Dakota responded.

“But, I’m standing right next to you! For all that guy knows I could have been your boyfriend!” Sam exclaimed.

“Would you relax. Those boys don’t break my stride, plus if I’m in the mood it will not be with some dude who is whistling ‘cause he has nothing to say.” Dakota explained as a car drove by and honked at her and she rolled her eyes, “Or who’s honking at me from his Chevrolet.” She said pointing to the car that just drove by, “Wait. That’s our Chevrolet! That’s the Impala!!” She cried and she pulled out her phone.

“Dean. What the Hell?” She asked.

“Andy got the Impala.” He pouted.

“Yeah, I just saw him drive by. Again, what the Hell happened?” She repeated.

“He just sort of asked me for it and I let him take it, okay? He full-on Obi Wan-ed me. It’s mind control.” Dean yelled and then there were screams coming from behind her. Dakota turned around and saw that the man she and Sam had been following had been hit by a bus.

“I kept out of the gun store.” Sam whispered, his face going pale and Dakota put a hand on his shoulder, “I thought he was okay. I thought he was past it.”

Dean ran up to them a few minutes later and found them sitting on the curb while police swarmed the area.

“Come on. Let’s head to the diner and try to figure out what’s going on.” Dean said pulling Dakota and Sam to their feet.

They walked for twenty minutes before they stumbled across the diner and saw the Impala sitting unharmed in front of the store and Dakota smiled as Dean ran over to the car and practically hugged it.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’ll never leave you again.” He promised his beloved car. Dakota looked in the front seat.

“Well, at least he left the keys in.” Dakota said.

“Yeah, real Samaritan, this guy.” Dean grumbled, “Looks like he can’t work his mojo just by twitching his nose. He’s got to use verbal commands.”

“The doctor had just gotten off his phone when he stepped in front of that bus.” Sam recalled and Dakota remembered someone at the scene saying the man had been a doctor of sorts, “Andy must have called him or something.”

“I just don’t know that he’s our guy.” Dean said.

“You had O.J. convicted before he even stepped out of his Bronco, and you have doubts about this?” Sam asked fixing Dean with a glare.

“I agree that he doesn’t seem like the stone-cold killer type, but he must be connected.” Dakota said.

“And for the record, O. J. was guilty!” Dean snapped.

“Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?” Sam asked.

Dean smirked then walked away, leaving Dakota and Sam to jog to catch up with him.

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