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viscountessevie · 2 years

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Now why would they talk of a brown woman like this

https://twitter.com/osheffields/status/1562510642006740993?t=oupp5sa0JkTOcOx-UE-YHQ&s=19

Ughh I can't with the people of this fandom

Thanks for waiting anon and sorry for the confusion because I did mention I'd answer this on my side blog but that was before I saw the tweet and found it to be relevant to the convos we're having on my blog this week!

This is the whole thread too:

This is ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING. Not only do they call Marina a 'poor bitch' which is completely demeaning, use Gen as a shield for their weak ass 'wE'Re nOT rAciSTs' defence WHILE fetishising threesomes and poly people, fun times. Just absolutely gross behaviour. Someone gatekeep the Sheffields name from her - although with the classist and xenophobic Sheffields on the show now,,,maybe it fits🤡🤡.

Also I've talked about this before even though it's an unpopular opinion in the larger Kathony fandom but I fully consider Siena and Anthony as first loves. Not great loves like Kathony and whoever Siena ends up with but it was a good portrayal of wanting to be with someone so desperately despite your circumstances and differences in life.

Ultimately, they did not work because 1) She's not Kate, it was always going to be Kate for Anthony, 2) While they did greatly care for/'love' each other, they were ultimately using each other to get away from their problems. Anthony to escape his responsibilities and to take a break from it and Siena needed the security and comfort, it helped that they genuinely liked each other and 3) Their time ran its course and they weren't meant to be. Siena wasn't interested in being a Viscountess, she just needs the security he provides so in that sense its a superficial attraction while Anthony uses her as an escape rather than using her support to confront his issues and responsibilities, which he can't do anyway since she doesn't care for that part of his life.

Even so, that doesn't negate what they felt and thought was real between them. The difference is just Kate is his forever love and she accepted all of him, helped him confront his blindspots and vice versa and she was ready to take on the role of the Viscountess.

My point being is that I consider both Siena and Marina as first loves for Anthony and Colin while Gen and Ben were just vibing and good for all three of them! They don't need chastity belts before their forever people come in!!

Also why are these awful people SO threatened by Marina being the love of Colin's life??

Honestly if the show actually STUCK to its characterisations, Colin would have married Marina anyway if this was another show and Pen wasn't his book endgame. I talk about this more here. He has cannonly said that he would have married her if she told him from the start and basically admitting that he's a coward because of the scandal. So if she wasn't publicly humiliated, he would have still married her when she eventually told him. And she would have told him eventually she's not a complete liar. I don't think anyone would just willy nilly marry somebody who's pregnant with someone else's child if they weren't a little bit in love with them!!

So yeah from a POV of a film/screenwriter, I honestly can see how better suited Show!Colin and Marina are then Show!Pen and Colin.

Maybe that will change in S3 (not without fundamentally retconning their characters welp) but in the last two seasons I haven't seen ANY signs of friendship. All their scenes to me read as her being bashful and giggly around him cos of her crush and he's just polite because she's his kid sister's best friend. Like where is the Friends of Friends to Lovers I was promised?? They read more to be as Best Friend's Brother, which can be done well but the book and the show version just didn't do it for me!

This isn't meant to be hate at all (you know when I am - and that's mostly to criticise their racist actions), it's just my observation and interpretation of how their chemistry (or lack thereof at times) and the way they are written comes across on screen.

Also right now the Bird App crazies say "Sophie is lucky" but watch them quickly change their tune once she's officially cast as a WoC. They will pick her apart so fast - it's going to be so hypocritical and disgusting and I'm not looking forward to that.

Thanks again for the ask and everyone who read this far!

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bellenichelle · 1 year

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It's Not So Berry Night!

I haven't said much about my running Not So Berry stream lately, but it's every Tuesday and TODAY's Tuesday. We're gonna be officially wrapping up Gen 1 HOPEFULLY by the end of tonight's stream, but if not then definitely next week. So I present, a few notable moments from the series so far!

Here's our Gen 1 gal, Araminta (I usually just call her Minta) She's completed the Chief of Mischief aspiration, mastered the Logic and Mischief skills, and she's currently ONE promotion away from mastering the Scientist Career. She's also completed the elements collection, just for funsies.

Minta and her now husband Jim on one of their first dates! Look how young and full of hope they are. These two were so adorably in love. (His full name is SimJim JimSim and if you want to know why, you should pop by the stream and ask). *A side note, I used to think the star gazing thing was a mod because I had never seen it before. I am not observant, and I had a LOT of joy when I first saw it.

The first time Minta encountered a fox on her property is absolutely a notable moment and you cannot change my mind. *If you wanna see house I built for her when she was living alone, check out this tweet about it here. I'll make a tumblr post with more pictures later.

So anyway, Minta and Jim were so in love, that Minta couldn't bear to wait around for him to propose. Jim's a little paranoid, what if he got in his head and never asked? So she popped the question and of course, he said yes! Little did they know that their relationship going forward would be more trying than either of them thought.

Not long after the wedding, they gave birth to the Gen 2 heir, Ambrose Berry. A charming little boy who would grow up into a charismatic, heartbreaking politician. But first, a sweet angel boy who loved his little red duck.

Later on, Ambrose would get a baby brother, TotallySteve. Steve liked to follow his brother around and just watch him. It was a little unsettling, but Steve absolutely adores his big brother, so it was still pretty cute.

Steve also has the Dog Lover Trait. Minta wants nothing more than to give her boys the world, so she knew that even though their home was small, they needed to get a dog for her boy. Merlin was aggressive towards every in the house EXCEPT for Steve. The two of them bonded immediately. So, even if it was a bit reluctantly, Minta brought Merlin into the family.

Minta and Jim definitely have had a bit of a rocky marriage. Things started poorly when Jim caught her flirting with one of their wedding guests right before they exchanged vows, but they worked through it and things seemed better. That was until sometime in the middle of Minta's second pregnancy, when Jim suddenly started being rude and disrespectful towards her and Ambrose. He would yell and berate them out of nowhere, he had lost his focus for work, Minta was sure they were on the verge of separation and she was preparing for life as a single mother with 2 sons (and a dog who barely tolerates her). But then Jim did another 180. He was apologising, trying to be better, he was making an effort again. Minta didn't want to get divorced, she didn't want her young boys to be without a father, so she agreed to give it one more go, and they renewed their vows right in the backyard.

Not everyone was quick to accept Jim's apologies though. While Steve was too young to remember his father's outbursts, Ambrose had withdrawn from his parents. He even started lashing out at Minta in his teen years. He still loves his mom, but their relationship is rocky. He doesn't think he'll ever forgive his father for being so harsh with him but fawning over Steve from the moment he was born.

Once Ambrose got into high school, he quickly figured that if he joined the football team, he wouldn't have to be home too much. He liked football, even though he never was able to find the time to practice after hours. It didn't take long to figure out if he had a girlfriend, he had even more of an excuse to be out of the house. At this point, his mom's house is just a place to sleep and shower until he can escape. --------------------------------------

And that brings us up to the present! Ambrose has the Serial Romantic aspiration, so since they can go on dates as a teen, we're getting him started early. He's a little hot headed and a bit of a romantic, but he's an independent boy. After watching the waves in his parent's marriage, he's not sure if he ever wants to get married, but there's nothing stopping him from dating around.

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theravenclawlover · 3 years

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Welcome to the Industry of Porn

Paring: Avengers X Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.

Word Count: 3,451.

Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.

Chapter: 4.

Chapter Title: A new kind of family

A/N: I finally graduated yall! So long college life! Sorry, this part took so long to post, but I had finals and graduation, and now I have to look for a job lmao. Nothing scandalous on this part, and won't until maybe the next one. which won't be you but two of my favorite characters. If you want to be tagged for this work or others please let me know by either commenting or sending me an ask.

The month after the glorious evening you and Cassie had in Las Vegas, life became full of surprises. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you hadn't expected to keep in touch with anyone you met at the party, but it seemed you had made a good impression because you were now friends with Bucky and Steve. Well, more like texting buddies as that was the only way the four—Cassie was also in the group chat Bucky had insisted on making as he found it annoying to send the same funny videos three times—could keep contact. It had started with funny videos Bucky would text you, and then Steve would send important news he found on the internet. You, of course, were confused but didn't say anything until Cassie had brought it up as she commented about a topic Steve had sent the both of you. You found it funny, really, almost ironic that you had seen those two fuck for porn and now they were trying to come up with a catchy nickname that they could bug you with. Again, ironic.

But that wasn't the only thing that had been a surprise, you had been seeing more of Tony as well. You knew that Stark was friends with the Russo's but something they had failed to mention during the party was that they were the directors behind most of the high-ranking adult movies the Avengers had. You had found out about it one week and a half after the party when you were shooting three different shorts for the Russo's, and Tony had paid a visit along with Jason. Cassie and you were confused to see both men there and had asked Joe after the day was over why they were there. He had opted to grin and say, 'he has new projects, and has been talking with Jason and us about 'em'. That had been enough for the both of you until he kept coming to every other shoot you had.

One morning, after having shot the first couple of scenes of the day, Jason knocked on the door of the room Cassie was waiting for you to finish taking a quick shower.

"Hey, what's up?" said Cassie as she opened the door to let the man in.

"Morning, I was looking for Y/n? is she still in the shower?" he asked as he looked around the bare room of the rented house where the scenes were being shot.

"Yup, she got some of it on her hair," said Cassie as she scrunched her nose. Jason huffed a laugh.

"I guess I would spend as much time in the shower if I had sperm all over my hair," he added as he took a seat on the bed, "I hope you don't mind if I wait here with ya?"

"Nah, it's fine." Cassie sat next to him as they heard your voice carry as you sang one of your favorite songs.

"So, why do you need to talk to Y/n?"

"I'm sure you and Y/n have seen Stark and I come in a couple of times," she nodded her head, "well, a couple of months ago he had to cut some people from his company and team, and he's been looking for new people and you and Y/n seem to have made an impression on him. And trust me, he rarely comes out to scout people, he has Maria Hill and Nick Fury for that."

"Wait, so you're saying that Stark wants Y/n?"

"Who wants me?" you asked as you opened the door of the bathroom, a bathrobe covering you as you used a towel to dry your hair.

"I was about to tell Cassie how Stark has personally made the time to speak with me, Joe, and Anthony so he can make a contract for you and Cassie," said Jason as he got up from the bed to face both of you and Cassie.

"What?!" you and Cassie shrieked at the same time.

"Stark has been talking to Joe and Anthony because you—" he pointed at you, "—are under contract with them, and he's been talking to me about you Cassie because he wanted to see the pictures you took of Y/n. He wants you to be part of his photography and video department."

It was silent.

Cassie sat still on the bed as she gaped at the man while you had stopped your movements with the towel still drying your wet hair. It seemed like a whole five minutes before you or Cassie moved or said anything.

"Are you pulling our legs?" you asked as you approached Cassie and sat next to her.

"I know, it sounds crazy, the man himself has been at our necks trying to make sure nothing can stop him from hiring you both," he said with a smile.

"Fuck," exclaimed Cassie as she finally looked at you. You looked at her with the same wide eyes.

"Yes."

"Excuse me?" said Jason as he looked at you. You had whispered your answer.

"Tell Stark we're in, we'll sign."

Jason smiled wider as he took his phone out of his pocket to call Tony.

Tony Stark had set up a meeting the next morning as soon as Jason had said the words 'they're in' to him. And so, the next morning, you and Cassie drove to the once 'Stark Enterprises' building which was now called 'Avengers Tower' which was the name Bucky had said the building was called. The building was tall, with numerous amount of floors that you both could only guess what they were for. Down on the first floor was only a front desk with a young woman.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" said the woman with an Irish accent.

"Morning, we're here for a meeting with Tony Stark," said Cassie with a smile. The woman asked for your last name as well as Cassie's before she let you take the elevator indicating to press 93 to arrive at Tony's office floor.

"I still can't believe we're here to sign a deal with Tony Stark so we both can work here. Like, my brain can process it still," you said as you shifted on your spot as your anxiety rose.

"You can't process it? Imagine me! I'm not even graduated and I'm about to have a job that is willing to take me even before I receive my damn diploma. Stark seems to be in a hurry if you ask me," said Cassie as she glanced at the changing numbers on the panel.

"I know, I mean Jason did tell you that he had lost some people, so maybe he's one of those people that can't be at peace if things are not to their liking, kinda like you," you said as you chuckled at the last part. As you conversed with Cassie, your nerves calmed. The doors opened announcing your arrival on the last floor of the building.

The floor was as spacious as the first floor, but this time the floor was part lobby—which was ridiculously fancy—and part Stark's office. The doors to his office were open, so he raised his head when you and Cassie came out of the elevator.

"The ladies of the hour," he said as he stood from his chair and walked around his desk as he approached you both while you two walked into his office. Which was fancy as well, full of weird tech gadgets.

"I'm glad the two of you decided to make a deal with me," he said as he signaled to the chairs in front of his desk.

You both took your seats as Tony walked over a small cabinet that to no one's surprised ended up being a wine cabinet.

"I know it's early, but would you two like a glass of wine? It's not every day I hire people," he said as he took out a wine bottle.

"Sure, why not," you said, and Cassie nodded. Soon, you three were sitting down and with a glass of wine in hand.

"Alright, so I know a lot about you Y/n which is why I know I want you to work for me. But you, Cassie, I don't know much about you aside from your work with photography. Do you know anything else aside from photography?"

Cassie cleared her throat as she felt all eyes on her.

"I know video editing, but my main focus has always been photography. I did take two semesters where I focused on digital design, but that was before I decided to just double major on photography and creative writing," she said.

"Creative writing?" he asked as he sipped his wine.

"Yeah, but that was because of the number of writing courses I had to take as GEN-ED courses and was recommended to just double major so I wouldn't have random credits," she said while she shrugged.

"So, you're good at writing?"

"Not as good as Miss almost-a-journalism-major over here," she said as she pointed at you, which made you groan. She knew how it annoyed you to be reminded of your failed attempts to make it through college.

You expected Tony to laugh along with Cassie who let out a chuckle at your reaction, but Tony looked at you with raised eyebrows but before you could ask anything, he smiled and pulled out two contracts along with two fountain pens.

"Well, I guess that's good to know because the position I want you to have involves a little of everything of what you do," he sat back on his chair, "I want you to be head of the department. The last person was fired because it turned out I was trusting the wrong kind of people, so this time I wanted something fresh to erase the mark they left and teach new things to those who stayed here. Your job, if you take it, will involve taking pictures of my starts when they work. I will have to work on the schedule that way you know who you'll be working with, sometimes you'll have another person with you because there are never too many pictures when they're good. You will also be asked to keep up with the video vlogs some of my starts have, you just gotta make sure they're submitting good things. You will have a team for that, you want a good video done, they'll do it, but you can always do it yourself if you want. And lastly, every year two of my departments come together for the yearly special issue but that is still months away, so no need to worry about it right now. So, Cassie, can I trust that you will be able to do this?"

You and Cassie were speechless at the number of things she would have to do. Your job was easy: act, fuck, and repeat. Hers? There's a reason why you dropped out of college, and she didn't. She could do it.

"I'll admit, it is scary the number of things I would be doing, but Mr. Stark, I can assure you that I will give my one-thousand-percent for this opportunity. I will not break that trust, sir."

She understood that it was serious, therefore you did try to hold a chuckle at how formal she sounded with him contrary to what she had sounded back at the party.

Tony took a minute to analyze Cassie's face before he gave a chuckle and grinned.

"Cassie, you have me convinced that I am making the right choice by adding you to my team," he pushed the contracts toward you both, one for you and one for Cassie, "Now, you Y/n, I already know I want you here and if I'm being honest, I have some people that were quick to tell me that you are one of the few that actually take this job seriously. It's hard to find that professionalism these days. So, here are the contracts. I know this was super last minute, so you can get comfortable outside and read them over. If you have any questions or want to go over any section of the contract, just walk right in."

With that, you both grabbed the contract. Cassie made herself comfortable on the big couch, she held a groan as the comfy couch could make her fall asleep within seconds, you opted for the lone sofa.

Neither of you could believe it was really happening, you were minutes away from signing with the brand that introduced you to this world, and Cassie was also minutes away from signing with the same brand she never thought she would be working for, and she was sure no other job would offer her an important position like the one Tony was trusting her with. It was all too surreal, yet it felt right. It felt like this was the right path and life had finally been kind enough to shed some light toward it.

While you were almost done with the contract, the last couple of pages talked about one of the offers/benefits if you worked for the company: living accommodations. You read over it carefully as it seemed like it was too good to be true. The building was not only the headquarters, but it also housed all the stars and the majority of the staff that work at the company. It was not mandatory, but each of the house-floors offered up to ten rooms, one full kitchen, one spacious common area, and each bedroom offered a personal full bathroom, and a spacious room with a queen-sized bed—which could be changed if you opted to buy a different one—and you could decorate the room however you wanted. Everything was paid for, there was no rent, but you would be in charge of your own groceries, necessities, and room furniture. The pay was good, the deal was great, the decision was made.

You showed Cassie what you had finished reading, and she had to read it from her contract to believe it. It was no surprise when she said that she would have to rent her apartment to the other college students because there was no way in hell she was going to pass out on living here along with you. Besides, the drive to the university was long from here.

Soon after that you both took a deep breath and signed the contract. Now, Tony needed to sign, and it would be a sealed deal.

You both, with grins on your face, walked in and Tony, upon seeing you both, clapped his hands and grabbed the contracts you both had set on the desk for him. He scanned it over and smiled when he saw that you both had signed for the living arrangements as well. He looked up with a bright smile.

"Well, only one thing left to do," he grabbed his pen and signed where he needed it. "Welcome to the family, you two are officially Avengers."

Before Tony could get up and serve some drinks to celebrate, the elevator announced the arrival of a new person. You all turned your heads to see Pepper walk toward where all of you were.

"Did they sign?" said Pepper as soon as she saw both of you, a smile plastered on her face.

Tony stepped around his desk and walked toward her.

"Yes, Pepper, they are officially part of the team," said Tony with a grin as he looked proud about landing a deal with you both.

"Those are great news because I already made a reservation at the new forties-themed restaurant down a couple of streets," she said as she looked happy about her actions, and she typed on her phone, and two dings were heard. You and Cassie pulled out your phones to see that Pepper had sent the address to the place.

"Nothing fancy, it's just going to be a small dinner, I'll have Jarvis pick you up at seven at your place—"she clasped her hands together and smiled, "—this is so exciting!"

By six-forty-five, the man named Jarvis—a man with a British accent and looks that had Cassie practically drooling—knocked on your door to take you both to the restaurant Pepper had made the reservations at.

The drive was quiet and quick, and soon enough you had arrived. Pepper stood outside as she waited for the car to park in front of her. Cassie opened her door before anyone could do it for her because she had an inkling that a minute too long and she would have Jarvis or Pepper open it for you and her.

She greeted both of you and guided you in as you three thanked Jarvis. The ambiance of the restaurant was beautiful and captivating that you couldn't but gape at the place. It wasn't fancy but it definitely gave that presence. Tony was waiting as he conversed with some of the people that had already arrived. You didn't recognize the people at first but soon your mind showed you where you knew them from. Some of them were definitely future co-stars while others were definitely people Cassie was going to work with as you had never seen them before.

He walked toward you when he spotted you, Cassie, and Pepper. He got up from his chair as he walked next to Pepper.

"Glad you're here, ladies," he said as he looked at the people who were now getting up from their chairs, "these are Y/n and Cassie."

A man named Bruce shook both of your hands with a shy smile, he said that he worked for the tech and art department. He was the one who helped create the sets for the movies as well as for the short films. Then another man introduced himself as Nick Fury who was the man in charge of casting—he was director—and then his second in command introduced herself as Maria Hill. Next came a woman who you knew as Captain Marvel, but her name was Carol. You couldn't help but blush at how pretty she was and not to mention the fact that you had a big crush on her. Lastly, Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch introduced themselves as Pietro and Wanda. They were nice, and you couldn't help but feel that Pietro was being extra nice to you and Cassie.

The conversations started flowing as soon as Tony had said for everybody to take a seat as he announced that the others were soon to arrive. And within ten minutes everyone that had been invited came, which to you and Cassie was definitely not a small number of people to make Pepper's "small dinner" feel like one.

When everybody was seated, and Pepper had told Tony that no one else was arriving, he had the waiter serve a glass of champagne to everyone. Once the waiters had gone and served everyone, Tony stood from his chair and called for everyone's attention.

"Thank you, all of you, for canceling plans last minute as Pepper decided to do this impromptu dinner, but at the same time, this is a dinner that is important for all of us. As some of you know, a couple of months ago we hit a rough patch, some people got fired, and it left us in a hard spot. We had enemies amongst us, and they had been selling our ideas to those channels. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't want to hire anyone else that would cause more damage to this company, so I went out of my way and scouted people. It turned out, there's not a lot of people that impress me, but some weeks ago I had the pleasure of meeting two lovely ladies who managed to get me hooked—" he motioned with his hand to you and Cassie, "—Miss Y/n and Miss Cassie here, just today, signed their contracts and will be working with us pretty soon. Y/n will be joining my precious collection of starts while Cassie will be joining the post-production team as well with the photography department which she will hold the role of head of the department. I'm not big on adding new people to my company but I refuse to pass out on people I know will succeed here, so I want all of you to help them make themselves feel at home as they will be housed with us. So, if you could raise your glasses, I want to welcome you officially and warmly, Y/n Y/l/n and Cassie Ayers, to this one big dysfunctional family!"

Along with laughs and cheers, Cassie and you could hear the quick 'welcome' some people directed at the both of you. You two thanked Tony as he motioned his glass toward the both of you before gulping it down.

You both looked at each other before looking around at the people who tried to introduced themselves and or wanted to congratulate you both on being part of the company.

It all felt great, it felt right, and you were ready to live a life you felt good about.

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sh3llysh00 · 2 years

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Can we please get some domestic married chimerica headcanons? I can't get enough of these two

There was also an anonymous ask that asked for the same, so I'll just combine them here. Apologies to the anon if you're no longer following, but I'm combining the asks here ^^

This will be specifically chimerica headcanons alone, if anyone wants hetalia headcanons or some big three headcanons, you can also ask for those, but yeah, we're doing primarily Countryhumans chimerica headcanons :] (I don't ship the hetalia China and ame XP)

- Since I like irony, they got married during the trade wars (somewhere between 2018-present), I'm very smart and funny /j

- Their honeymoon consisted of taking eachother to their Countries and giving them a tour to authentic and historical sights that are typically not well known, I think it'd be a good opportunity to get to know eachother's history and bring eachother to restraunts or stores they love :)

- I've said this before, but they both love to cook, although China is definitely the professional. Ame more does it as a hobby and love language, while China takes it very seriously.

- I haven't mentioned it in any other headcanons but uhhh human names, Ame is Adrian Franklin and China is Lin Cheng

- Even when Ame has already gone through plenty of surgery and therapy, gender dysphoria, as well as the very prominent transphobia in the US, still gets to them. But China will always be there to comfort her. He knew Ame before she started transitioning, and was one of the first Countries to accept her, even before Britian, her own sister.

- Yeah Britian was transphobic for a while and still called her a man for years, big lose, fuck her >:(

- They love eachother so much it's disgusting 🙄 they cuddle and give eachother smooches it's nasty

- They love sharing their own history and culture with eachother, down to every detail and aspect of it. They'll talk and laugh about it with eachother for hours

- That doesn't mean they don't fight tho. They made a promise to keep politics out of it, but one of them (most of the time Ame) will slip up and it'll end up in an argument

- Ame struggles with admitting her own faults, it really depends on what mood she's in. Remember, they have bipolar depression, so sometimes they can have episodes where everyone else is wrong and should listen to her, or episodes where everything is her fault and she's the worst Country in the world.

- Ame will do or say the stupidest shit, and China will fall in love all over again. He's moransexual.

- Ame, drinking strawberry milk: "Y'know sometimes I wonder where strawberry cows come from, especially since brown cows make chocolate milk, right?? So where do strawberry cows come from?" China, serious and genuine: "God, I'm so glad I married you."

- They love playing family nintendo games together :] They own a wii

- Cenria is their daughter, I think I've mentioned them before, I could make another post about her as well. She's changed a lot since her last design, haha. But she's very rebellious, but well-meaning. Very gen-z.

- I can't think of anything else, I'm tired :(

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caranfindel · 3 years

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Fic: You don’t know how it feels (to be me)

gen, s6 | about 3600 words | pg for language | characters: soulless sam winchester, dean winchester

synopsis: Soulless Sam tries to deal with his brother's feelings about, well, everything. Including his hair. Set in season 6, before "You Can't Handle the Truth."

An idea I had a long time ago, resuscitated by Jared's Walker haircut. The title is from "You Don't Know How It Feels" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

. . . . . .

It's a stupid case.

The manager of the county fairgrounds is a stooped, gnarled old man wearing one of those ball caps veterans wear sometimes. Gold embroidery on the dark blue hat proudly displays the name of his ship or submarine or whatever. Sam doesn't care about his ship or submarine or whatever. He doesn't care about this guy's service at all. Most days, old Blue Hat here got three meals a day and a warm, dry place to sleep in exchange for whatever he gave up. He got a pension when he was done fighting. Sam gets to scrounge for cheap food and sleep in crappy hotels when he's lucky enough to actually land someplace other than the back seat of the Impala. Sam's service to his country earned him a trip to Hell. Sam will get to stop fighting when he's dead. His only pension will be a pyre.

Sam doesn't even get to sleep any more.

(This should bother him. But the truth is, it doesn't.)

Blue Hat frowns at Sam's ID and snorts derisively. "You don't look like a Fed. You look like a goddamn hippie."

He rolls his eyes at the old man, even though he knows Dean hates it when he does that. It's something he didn't do Before, no matter how annoying or insipid the witness. Sam doesn't give a good goddamn what this guy thinks about his hair, but apparently his brother does. "He's been doing some undercover work," Dean says. "Sometimes you've got to look like a goddamn hippie to blend in."

Blue Hat sniffs his disapproval and ignores Sam for the rest of the interview, directing all of his answers to Dean. Which is fine. The old guy doesn't seem to have anything useful to add anyway. Sam leaves his brother to the pointless interview about the stupid case and wanders around the building, taking pictures of the unexplained runes that brought them here. He's bored. The sudden appearance of mysterious runes on the bland metal exterior of a county fairgrounds building feels witchy, and Sam really doesn't care about witches. Two measly deaths, quite possibly from natural causes, and now he's out here standing in cow shit. Or goat shit or pig shit. This entire day has been shit, literally and figuratively.

Dean joins him after a couple of minutes, apparently done with Blue Hat. "What do you think?" he asks.

Sam shrugs. "Too early to tell. If these runes are what Bobby thinks they are, they'll change under moonlight, but moonrise isn't until 9:05 pm."

“Jesus," Dean moans. "I can't stay awake that long. I've already gone almost two days. Let's go back to the motel and crash, and we'll hit this place again tonight."

Or not, Sam wants to say. I think you jumped on this paper-thin excuse for a job just because the alternative was sitting in a motel room with me waiting for an actual case to come up, Sam wants to say. But neither of these are things he would have said Before, and Dean is so goddamn twitchy about Sam being different than Before.

As they turn back to the Impala, Dean glances at Sam with a slight smile. "Dude's not wrong, you know."

“What?"

“You do look like a goddamn hippie." Dean's hand twitches toward Sam, like he's going to smack him on the back of the head or ruffle his hair, but he pulls back without touching him. Because they don't do that now. Casual, good-natured, brotherly contact isn't a thing now. Dean doesn't touch him unless there are injuries involved.

(This is another thing that should bother Sam. It would have, Before.)

. . .

Dean hangs his suit in the closet, sets an alarm, and collapses on top of the covers. Sam stares at his own bed. The threat of spending hours pretending to be asleep makes his skin crawl. If Dean falls asleep quickly enough, he can skip the whole charade.

“Hey, I think I'm gonna shower first," he says.

Dean doesn't open his eyes. "Just don't wake me up when you get out."

In the bathroom, Sam turns on the water but doesn't get undressed. He stands at the mirror, staring at his too-long hair. Why has he bothered to hold onto it? He remembers caring about his hair. He remembers it being a small fuck you to John, the one area in his life where he was able to cling to some autonomy. It's not that he's forgotten about that; he just doesn't give a shit any more.

And like Dean said, Blue Hat wasn't wrong. He does look like a hippie. The hair is a hazard, and it does clash with any kind of law enforcement disguise. Maybe it's time to do something about it. He has time to kill anyway, while Dean sleeps.

(Sam should care that he doesn't need to sleep any more. Dean would definitely care, if he found out. Dean cares so much about any aspect of Sam that is less normal than he thinks it ought to be. Even if it's something that makes him a better hunter. Dean didn't appreciate it when Sam could exorcise demons without killing the host, and Dean wouldn't appreciate that Sam can get so much done when he's not sleeping. He could never understand why this version of Sam is so much better than the way he was Before. It's a shame Dean hasn't discovered the option of Not Caring.)

(Sometimes Sam wonders if getting back with Dean is worth the trouble.)

(And that should bother him too.)

Sam shuts off the shower and pulls out his phone. He needs to find a barber shop in walking distance. Dean will get all pissy if he wakes up and the car is gone; less so if only Sam is missing. Luckily, there's a shop that might still be open. It's one of those ridiculous sports-themed places that presumes men are fussy toddlers who need to be distracted from the ignominy of a hair cut. At least they tend to be staffed by women, and those women tend to be prettier than average. With any luck, he can kill two birds with one stone.

When he opens the bathroom door, Dean is either asleep, or pretending to be. Sam scrawls couldn't sleep, back soon on the motel notepad and closes the door behind him as silently as possible.

(He misses his car. He didn't have an emotional attachment to it, like Dean and the Impala, but it was convenient and it suited him.)

(He doesn't actually have an emotional attachment to anything. That should bother him.)

. . .

Two stylists, both predictably prettier than average, look up when he walks in. The redhead says "sorry, sir, we're just about to close up," and continues sweeping up hair trimmings. But the brunette looks him up and down and smiles. And Sam's partial to brunettes anyway.

He gives her a once-over in return and smiles back. "Do you have time for just a quick cut? I'd be eternally grateful."

She stares at him for a minute, appraising. "Well, how could I turn down an offer of eternal gratefulness?" she says with a wink. She turns to the redhead. "Why don't you go on home. I've got this."

The redhead dumps her clippings into a trash can. "You sure?"

"I'm sure. You mind locking the door behind you? I don't want any more last-minute customers walking in."

The redhead raises her eyebrows, but gathers her purse and jacket and makes her escape as Sam settles into the brunette's chair.

“I'm Marianne," she says, as she starts to drape a cape over his shoulders.

“I'm Sam. But listen. I get too hot under those capes. Would it be okay if we skip it? And I just take my shirt off so I don't get hair all over it?"

Marianne smiles like the cat who caught the canary. "Not a problem, sweetheart."

Sam slips out of his dress shirt and drapes it over the empty chair next to him. Marianne watches him the whole time, eyes roving over the muscles exposed by his snug white undershirt. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

He sits back in the chair and Marianne stands behind him. Her chest brushes against his shoulders. "So," she asks, "what are we doing today?"

“Shorter. Off my collar, above my ears."

She slips her fingers through his hair, measuring its length. "You sure? This length looks pretty good on you. Just needs to be cleaned up a bit."

“It's for a job. The long hair doesn't fly any more."

“Aw, that's a shame." Marianne's still running her fingers through his hair. "If you've got a lady in your life, I bet she'll miss it. A girl likes something to hold onto."

Well. The best lies are based on a kernel of truth. Sam looks into his lap and lets his smile go sad and soft. "That's kind of why I'm here. My girlfriend died and I thought I'd try to start over. New place, new job, new life. But yeah, that's always been one of my favorite things. A girl grabbing my hair in the heat of the moment. I should have tried to find someone to do that one more time before I had to cut it off."

Marianne leans forward, pressing her breasts harder against him. When he looks up, she meets his eyes in the mirror, then flicks a glance toward a door marked Employees Only. “You know," she says, "that could probably be arranged."

Seriously. Fish in a goddamn barrel.

. . .

Dean's awake when Sam gets back to the motel room, but he doesn't look up from the laptop. "Couldn't sleep?"

“I guess I napped a little in the car on the way down here," Sam lies. "And then, you know, a lot of caffeine this morning."

“Whatever. I'm not the sleep police. I hope you brought food, cause I could —" Dean looks at Sam and stops mid-sentence, mouth still open. "You cut your hair?"

“Yeah."

“Why?"

“What do you mean, why? Like old what's-his-face said, I looked like a hippie, not an FBI agent. And you've been telling me to cut it for years."

“Yeah, I have. I've been saying that for years and you've been ignoring me for years. Now some random witness calls you a hippie and you go running to Supercuts?"

Sam sighs. Dean may not be the sleep police, but he's awfully eager to step in as the hair police, enforcing his own set of laws about Sam's hair. "Why does it matter? You wanted me to cut it. Everyone wanted me to cut it. And I cut it. Can we move on now?"

It's a statement almost guaranteed to make Dean bow up in anger, but instead, he deflates. "It's just… nothing. Fine. Moving on." He closes the laptop and pulls his keys out of his coat pocket. "We've still got an hour or so before moonrise. I'm gonna go run through McDonald's. You want a chicken sandwich, or is that something else you're not interested in any more?"

Jesus Christ. This is what passes for moving on. But Sam needs that shower now, and none of this is worth arguing about.

(Few things are any more. That seems like it should matter.)

“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks."

By the time Dean gets back, the sandwich is cold and the ice in Sam's drink is mostly melted. He pretends to enjoy it anyway.

. . .

Their drive back to the fairgrounds is quiet. Dean occasionally steals an unhappy glance at Sam's hair, but doesn't say anything. Sam ignores it.

They pull into the parking lot in front of the marked building. Without even getting out of the car, they can see that the runes have changed. The broad strokes are softly luminescent, glowing a pale blue in the moonlight.

“Okay, so that answers that question," Sam says. Thank God. Now they can leave without wandering around the grounds, soaking up the barnyard smell again. Wrap this up and start working on something more important. But Dean gets out of the car and looks at Sam expectantly. Well, crap. Sam dutifully follows him closer to the building and tries to think of how he would have felt about this development Before.

“Cool," he says. Dean narrows his eyes at him. "I mean, cool that our theory was right. Not, you know, cool that someone is using this kind of spellwork to make sure their pig wins a blue ribbon at the fair. That part's… pretty awful." But Dean's still looking at him funny, so he probably overcorrected on that one. It's just hard, any more.

Dean rubs the back of his neck as he examines the glowing runes. "If that's all they're doing, more power to them. I couldn't care less. But we need to make sure that's all they're doing. I mean, people died, Sam. We need to figure out if this is why." He pulls out his phone. "Gonna take some pictures to send Bobby." There's no reason to remind him they already have pictures. If Dean thinks additional pictures are more effective and efficient than "just like this, but glowing blue," that's up to him. Sam will most likely solve the damn case later tonight anyway, while Dean sleeps.

And he almost does. Dean knocks back a couple of glasses of whiskey when they get back to the motel, and falls asleep pretty soon after that. Sam doesn't bother to feign sleep — Dean doesn't seem to care, right now, whether his brother gets any sleep or not. But when Sam realizes his own photos missed a crucial corner of the building, he opens his brother's phone and finds his last text to Bobby. There's only one picture, and it's not glowing runes. It's him. Just a dark, slightly blurry picture of Sam, obviously taken earlier that night at the fairgrounds. And a text conversation.

See, I told you, it's short. I don't know what's going on. I swear he's just different.

Yeah, I get it. It's different. He's different. But what'd you expect? Of course he's not the same as he was. Hell changed him.

It didn't change me this much.

His Hell wasn't the same as yours. I know it didn't last very long, but remember, he was in the cage with the devil. We don't know what happened to him in there. Give him some time.

Well. Fuck. Dean's talking about him behind his back. Dean doesn't trust him. Dean thinks, once again, that something is wrong with him.

(That would have hurt, Before. Now it's just an annoyance. A distraction. Something to be dealt with.)

Yes, Hell changed him. Hell burned away all the crap, all the useless feelings, the guilt and shame and fear of failure. Hell purified him. Hell carved out the weakness and left nothing but pure, strong hunter. Dean, of all people, should appreciate the result. But Dean does not, and now Sam has to cater to his tiresome attachment to everything Sam was Before.

Fine. He can make that work.

Sam quietly puts Dean's phone back on the nightstand. He strips down to boxers and his t-shirt, sets an alarm, and crawls into bed. Pretending to sleep is tedious, but a couple of hours of boredom right now might spare him weeks of Dean's moodiness about him being different.

(As if Hell could leave you untouched. As if anyone in their right mind would expect that. As if Dean himself didn't know this first hand, for fuck's sake.)

. . .

Sam spends the next day focusing on acting the way he did Before. When his alarm goes off he stretches, yawns, and pretends he had a good night's sleep. He goes for a run, brings back coffee, showers quickly, and rolls his eyes when Dean makes a crack about him being able to spend less time in the shower now. At breakfast, he smiles at the (cute, definitely worth a bang) waitress, but doesn't flirt or even check her out as she walks away. He's figured out that Dean wants Sam to want to get laid (but not too much; he's definitely not supposed to want it as much as Dean wants it) but for some reason doesn't want him to actually get lucky. And he definitely would have gotten lucky. He spends the day looking empathetic, acting like this whole thing hasn't been a colossal waste of time. Like he cares about everything. About anything.

(God, it's exhausting.)

It turns out the deaths probably don't have anything to do with the witch at all. They return to the fairgrounds one last time, where Sam plants hex bags and paints runes on the corners of the building that will block the witch's simple spells - not that he cares whether the witch achieves anything or not, just on principle. His own runes are small and subtle enough that this novice witch (they must be a novice; no one with any experience would be naive enough to make their work so noticeable) won't even know they're in place. And if the witch escalates, well, that's not exactly Sam's problem.

When he's finished, he wipes his hands on his jeans and says "We should get Chinese for dinner. When's the last time you ate a vegetable?" Because monitoring everyone's vegetable intake is something he did Before.

They're finishing Chinese takeout in their motel room (beef with broccoli for Dean, eggplant in garlic sauce for Sam, because occasional bouts of vegetarianism were also a thing he did Before) when he catches Dean looking at his hair, very clearly wanting to say something.

So. It's go time.

Sam tries to make his eyes big and sad. The puppy dog look, Dean always called it. It was never intentional Before, but now he has to work at it. "Listen," he says. "I owe you an apology. I haven't been telling you the whole truth."

“No shit," Dean says. He's trying to sound nonchalant, but his body language screams that he's bracing for something. "So, spill it. What's your big confession?"

(That I don't care about any of this. This piddly little case. My hair. You. Nothing. And you can't imagine, Dean, you cannot even begin to imagine the incredible freedom of not caring. I wish you could, but you just can't.)

No, he can't say any of that. But the best lies are built on a kernel of truth.

Sam takes a deep, anxious breath and looks at Dean. No, wait. Look away. "You know, I told you I don't remember Hell. And I really don't. Not consciously, anyway. But when we were fighting those demons a couple of weeks ago, one of them grabbed me by the hair, and I felt something… it was a sense memory, I guess. It felt like Hell, for some reason. Like it was something that happened to me in Hell, someone grabbing my hair and pulling my head back and getting ready to cut my throat or… whatever."

He doesn't have to elaborate on whatever. Dean knows the whatevers of Hell better than anyone. He's probably dealing with a little sense memory of his own right now, of clutching someone's hair and pulling their head back in preparation for whatever. And now Sam does look at his brother, who is staring at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“Ever since then," Sam continues, "I just feel like I've been on the verge of remembering something. Something I don't want to remember. And I'm tired of worrying that I'm gonna have a Hell flashback every time I wash my hair."

Dean looks like he's going to vomit. Perfect.

“I'm sorry," Sam says. "It threw me, and I just didn't want to talk about it. But I shouldn't have kept it from you."

For a second, he's sure he has gone too far. Dean is going to say what's this bullshit, Sam, you would never apologize for something like that, so tell me what's really going on. But he doesn't. He stares at Sam for a minute, then looks away and wipes a hand down his face.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. You, ah. You good now? Is it working?"

Sam shrugs. "Hard to say. It hasn't been very long. But yeah, I feel a little more… stable, I guess."

And then it’s time to go for the kill.

Sam gives him the sad smile. (He never used to think of it as a sad smile; never used to think of it as anything at all. It was just what his face did. Every expression requires so much thought now.) "Listen. I know things are weird. I know I'm weird. Different. I know it's hard for you. If this is all more than you want to deal with right now, I understand."

Dean frowns. "What are you saying?"

“Just, I can go back with Samuel and his crew if you don't want to do this any more. You and me, I mean. No hard feelings, I promise."

Dean's face crumples. "What? No, fuck, no, Sam. I don't. You and me, we're good. I'm just getting used to things. That's all."

“Okay." Sam gives his best approximation of a grateful smile.

“So. Uh." Dean looks around the room nervously, like he's waiting for the other shoe to fall, then stands. "I think I'm gonna go get a drink. You wanna come with, or…"

Even if Sam believed Dean really wanted him to come along — and he doesn't; this is obviously Dean's way of retreating from a situation he doesn't want to think about — pretending to sleep when Dean's gone is one of the easier ways of making it look like he actually does sleep sometimes. "No. I'm beat," he says. "I think I'll just go to bed."

“Okay. Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." Dean takes his keys out of his pocket and anxiously tosses them in his hand. When he finally does turn to Sam, he looks at his hair, not his eyes. "Hey, you know, it does. It does look good on you."

Sam ducks his head shyly, like someone who's not used to praise. Who doesn't think he deserves it. "Thanks." When he looks up, Dean is already halfway out the door, putting as much space between himself and his little brother's hellscape as possible.

(Seriously. Fish in a fucking barrel.)

#my fic #sam winchester #dean winchester #soulless sam is my spirit animal #spn #season 6

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Everybody & the Avengers Team

I've got a new fic rec list for you!

The stories in the "X & the Avengers Team" tags focus on one person's relationship to the Avengers team as a whole. Courtesy of AO3's tag browse and Excel, here's a ranked list of the top 20 most popular pairings:

Tony Stark | 2470 total, 240 OTP

Peter Parker | 2255 total, 85 OTP

Steve Rogers | 602 total, 56 OTP

Loki | 387 total, 26 OTP

Natasha Romanov | 308 total, 35 OTP

Clint Barton | 268 total, 46 OTP

Bruce Banner | 244 total, 15 OTP

Thor | 209 total, 7 OTP

Avengers Team | 174 total, 24 OTP

James "Bucky" Barnes | 156 total, 7 OTP

Wanda Maximoff | 143 total, 4 OTP

Phil Coulson | 105 total, 9 OTP

Darcy Lewis | 91 total, 6 OTP

Matt Murdock | 60 total, 8 OTP

Sam Wilson | 53 total, 5 OTP

Nick Fury | 41 total, 5 OTP

Harry Potter | 40 total, 0 OTP

Pepper Potts | 31 total, 1 OTP

Vision | 29 total, 2 OTP

Stiles Stilinski | 25 total, 0 OTP

In chart form, if you like charts:

Notes:

The numbers after the names are the number of stories tagged with that ship. OTP means the number of stories where that is the only relationship tagged on the story. Numbers are accurate as of July 2021.

Story Recommendations

For your reading pleasure, included below is at least one fic rec for each pairing except the crossovers from non-Marvel fandoms (apologies to Mr. Potter & Mr. Stilinski). Most are gen fic, and even in the ones with a romantic pairing, romance is not the focus.

Tony Stark

As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration by petroltogo (Teen, 8949) tumblr: @tonystarktogo

Standing inside his penthouse, listening to Rogers, Barton and Banner explain to Fury how they just happened to stumble over the Tesseract on a routine security check of Stark Tower’s roof and wouldn’t you know, they’ve managed to fight off the looming alien invasion before it could really start and secure the missing overpowered nightlight is one of the most surreal situations Tony has ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Peter Parker

the worst field trip ever by shrill_fangirl_screaming (Teen, 3420) tumblr: @i-am-having-an-emotion

"We're on a field trip," Peter said. "To here. And Tony decided to be our tour guide and absolutely embarrass me, so can you please help get him under control?"

Which is how Peter Parker, architect of his own destruction, ended up with not one but two superhero pseudo-dads being annoying on his school field trip.

Steve Rogers

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (Teen, 11022) tumblr: @galaxythreads

That seems about right. He doesn't know how he knows that, though. He does have vague memories of an annoyed fondness at finding peanut butter in some sort of jam. Thor's doing, because he doesn't see the point of using two knives when one works just as fine. He knows that. How does he know that? He knows all those little details, though, almost innately. How can he know these strangers so deeply?

Everyone else below the cut!

Loki

Proprietary by TheThirdMarauder (Teen, 7639)

No, Loki simply wants the Avengers conquered. The details of whom, how, and when matter not. Unless, of course, said details interfere with Loki's plans. Then, well, then none can fault him for protecting his own interests.

Loki has always been exceptionally good at lying to himself.

Natasha Romanov

What Girls Are Made Of by enigma731 (Teen, 4613) tumblr: @enigma731

She rolls her eyes but does as he’s indicated, using his shoulders to leverage herself up onto his back, her arms around his neck and her legs hugging his waist.

“You know,” he says blithely, “this isn’t really what I tend to picture when I think of a hot girl riding me.”

Natasha groans, deciding that if his sense of humor gets them arrested, she’ll kill him herself. “Just go.”

Clint Barton

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (Teen, 4221)

With a normal person, this might count as blackmail material, but a) this is a case of mutually assured destruction if ever there was one, and b) Fury is immune to embarrassment. Not just in the regular, Tony Stark way, either, oh no. Things that could possibly end up being embarrassing to Fury get somehow warped and changed until they go from mortifying all the way over into useful and/or good for his image. It’s like a superpower.

Carrying Clint’s small child self around on his shoulders more than once has probably already hit the interagency rumour mill as an example of Fury’s innate awesomeness: good with rocket launchers and small children.

Also available as a podfic!

Bruce Banner

They're Not Wrong by Trumpeteer34 (Teen, 10163)

As Tony began to pace around the hole in the road to keep himself from shooting repulsors at the nearby buildings in a fit of rage, Thor began to study the nearby area. There was no sign of either the Hulk or Bruce Banner beyond the crater. The surrounding area, aside from the rubble of the fight, held no clue as to their friend’s location.

“Guys, he’s gone,” Tony growled into the communicator on their private line, drawing Thor out of his darkening thoughts. “Someone tranqed him and took him. He’s gone.”

Honorary mention goes to the Responsible Science series by @letteredlettered - the stories don’t have the "Avengers Team & Bruce Banner" tag, but they could, and they are amazing. The best Bruce Banner writing I've ever come across.

Thor

Fortunately, I Am Mighty by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 3062)

Steve was the first one to speak. “Are you okay?”

Thor nodded. Which was a bad idea, as it turned out, because now there were little gray lights flashing in front of his eyes. “I’m fine.” Absolutely everyone narrowed their eyes, and he added, “But, uh. Could we possibly not get back in the car just yet?”

Avengers Team

Civil Wasn't by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 7123)

"We're having an ideological conflict here," Tony stated with disbelief. "Are you telling me you still want to go out to dinner?"

"It's a standing engagement, Tony," Rhodey reminded him.

"Not you too—"

"We already had to reschedule from Friday when Natasha was..." Rhodey frowned. "What were you doing?"

The question was directed toward Natasha, who shrugged and said, "Spy stuff."

James "Bucky" Barnes

You Know How I Feel, aka, The Adventures of Bucky and Muffy the Dinosaur by ifeelbetter (Not Rated, 4511) tumblr: @ifeelbetterer

“As you may have heard, Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. The Winter Soldier, recently rescued a tiny part-robot dinosaur during the Avengers’ battle with Dr. Doom in Antarctica,” the other newscaster explained. “Pictures of Barnes and the dinosaur were posted on twitter by fellow Avenger, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, and immediately made Barnes’s new pet America’s sweetheart.”

“Her name’s Muffy,” said Steve."

Wanda Maximoff

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (General, 3669)

Tony Stark called them the Cap's Kooky Quintet, and sometimes the term amused her – causing her to lift a sardonic brow where someday a smile would truly smile. She enjoyed the presence of comrades – true comrades – and she enjoyed the way their minds wove and bound together about each other to fluctuate against her senses as one. There was something soothing about being in their midst, and even when their loud and brash ways – their painful Americaness - rubbed her raw and drained on her, it was ever the knitting of their minds that soothed those moments over, and made them inconsequential.

Phil Coulson

Coulson's First Day of School by storiesfortravellers (Teen, 3055)

Coulson looked up at him. “I like drawing pictures with Mr. Rogers. I like having tea parties with Ms. Potts. I like it when Dr. Banner reads me books, and I like it when Natasha teaches me things. And I like when you play with me. You do really good voices when we play action figures. And you’re the only one who lets me do stuff like jump off the high diving board at the pool or eat three cupcakes or play tackle with kids at the park.”

Clint didn’t realize that. He was pretty sure that meant that he was doing something wrong.

Darcy Lewis

Beginner Yoga for Dummies (Darcys) and Sad Hobos by chailover (Teen, 3434)

Darcy had a theory: crazy attracted crazy, working kind of like gravity. It was pretty much her explanation for her life after Thor. And if she had thought the type of crazy Thor attracted was bad, be it Loki or the Warrior Three and Sif, or the dark elves and the Convergence, it was still nothing against what the Avengers manage en masse.

Matt Murdock

Double Blind by smilebackwards (Teen, 2381) tumblr: @smilebackwards

Stark snaps his fingers. “You can’t see half of my inventions. This explains so much about you and why you’ve never been properly impressed by me.”

“Does it?” Matt says, ambiguously.

Sam Wilson

Bystander by scribblemetimbers (Teen, 52029)

“I just want you to know,” Sam says loudly, cautiously raising his hands, “That I’m very poor and very sleep-deprived and literally the only thing you can kill me for right now are my notes.” He pauses. Wait. On second thought: “Please don’t steal my notes.”

“I’m not—I’m not a mugger,” Not Mugger rasps out, and for all that he looks about to keel over and die, the man actually manages to sound offended.

Nick Fury

Bedtime Story by dixiehellcat (Teen, 2532) tumblr: @deehellcat

Fury snorted. “I have to check in with the duty officer. I’ll be back in, let’s say twenty minutes. I expect all of you to have whatever your pre-bedtime routines are completed, and be in here pajama’ed and ready to be read to.”

He tapped the book under his arm, then left with the usual dramatic swish of his long coat. Bruce scratched his head. “Did…he just say be ready to be read to?”

Pepper Potts

Pepper and the Avengers (Which She Knows Nothing About) by rebelmeg (General, 6696) tumblr: @rebelmeg

The Avengers, that mismatched group of hurt and heroism, was one of the most important things in Tony Stark’s life. So, naturally, Pepper had made them an important part of her life too.

Vision

039. Intoxicated by aimmyarrowshigh (Teen, 100) tumblr: @aimmyarrowshigh

It might be nice to fit in, just this once. To lose a bit of composure.

Vision floated over to the refrigerator and, with some timidity, pulled off a magnet. He stuck it to his forehead.

#marvel fic rec

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This Is How We Heal (Part 12)

Summary: Jared and Reader meet due to an unfortunate accident. They talk and end up leaning on one another because they feel no one else understands.

Characters: Reader, Dani, OCs

Warnings: Minor Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,113

A/N: I sat stagnant. My whole existence became about my depression and I couldn't escape. One day I realized I hadn't thought about the things that had caused my grief or pain in so long. That realization suddenly reignited my healing process. I finally felt I got to a place where I could write the ending of the story. I caught up to my characters in their healing process.

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PART 11

"Alright, boys, we're headed out," Dani said as she looked between Jared and Jensen with a smile.

It was the weekend following her nightmare and conversation with Jared. Dani came by out of the blue, insisting that her and Y/N were taking a spa weekend. She had a feeling Jared was behind it somehow.

"Are you sure?" Y/N protested one again, which she had done from the moment Dani arrived and all through Dani's whirlwind packing of her things, "It's really not necessary. I can stay here-"

She was cut off by Dani slapping a hand over her mouth before turning to the guys, "See? Proof she needs this." Dani insisted again, the guys laughing and nodding as Dani drug Y/N from the house.

Jared had urged her to take the weekend and relax. She was long overdue for a rest. Even Liam told her she needed a break and he promised he'd be fine while she was gone.

He was maturing so well. He was sad over the loss of his father. But he handled it gracefully. Y/N admired his strength. He was the happiest she had ever seen him.

She was having moments of happiness too. Ones that surprised her, that broke through the storm clouds of her mind like bright, warm rays of sunlight.

Liam's happiness was a big part of that.

Jared was another huge part.

He helped her to feel less broken. He listened to her fears and concerns. He didn't disregard them or push them aside.

Other than the occasional chaste kiss shared between them in moments that seemed to demand the action, nothing had really changed between them.

Y/N was still scared, her nightmare still weighed heavily on her mind. But she couldn't figure out why she struggled to move past it. As they pulled up to the lavish building, Y/N hoped maybe she'd find the answer. Or at least feel a small bit of peace from whatever lay beyond those doors.

Later in the day, after having undergone several treatments together and chatting away, they found themselves lounging in robes, towels tied on their heads, and cucumber slices over their eyes. Though to be honest, half of them were being eaten.

"I want you to know, Y/N, that I really care about Liam, and you," Dani said after a while of quiet between them, "You two have come to be part of our little, awkward, bundled together family," she chuckled warmly.

Y/N wasn't sure what to say to that. She knew she cared, but she didn't know the extent of her heart for her and her son. Family? She was honored, but did she really fit in there?

"I'm grateful to have friends like you."

"Family, Y/N," Dani insisted, "We've adopted you and you're stuck. Try to run, I dare you, Jared's like a freakin' gazelle!" she chuckled, Y/N laughing with her. She wasn't a runner herself. But she was glad Jared had such a productive outlet.

Not to mention how great he looked all sweaty and panting. She tried hard to ignore that, but it stirred there anyway every time. She knew Jared wanted more with her. She'd be lying if she said she didn't either. But her grief and guilt held her back.

"Can I be totally honest with you for a minute?" Y/N asked timidly. She hadn't really talked with anyone about anything important, other than Jared. But she often felt maybe his opinion was skewed.

If there was one thing she'd learned about Dani was that she was no BS.

"Of course," Dani responded with a nod, tucking her legs under her as she shifted on her lounger to face Y/N, giving her her complete attention.

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes to steady herself. She explained the dream she had and how she felt after. She explained what happened with Jared, and then of course the kiss. Kissing, she supposed. It hadn't really stopped.

Dani listened to her every word, silently taking it all in. She nodded along and observed Y/N's body language as she spoke. The grief, the guilt, it was visible.

"I knew Gen for many years," Dani said with a smile after Y/N had finished venting, "She was amazing. Lively and down to earth and silly and smart and so beautiful," she said wistfully, forcing back the tears from missing her, "Someone everyone loved," she sniffed.

Then she turned serious, her gaze leveled on Y/N, "I think she would be so happy that Jared and the kids have you and Liam," she insisted. Y/N started shaking her head, but Dani put her hand on her forearm, silencing her, "They adore you. We adore you. I know you don't see it or understand it yet, but you really are our Angel."

Y/N felt the tears welling up. She knew she was gonna cry. Dani pouted too and they laughed as they hugged, soothing each other through the moment. Y/N was so very grateful to have someone like Dani in her life.

There was a time she wasn't very warm to her. When Dani had taken charge of her life and made her do things she didn't want. But in retrospect, Dani was fighting for her and forcing her to fight for herself and her son.

She'd be lost without her.

She was broken from her thoughts as she heard her name being called. She turned, looking for the source, and finding it quickly.

"Sara?" Y/N responded, a bit shocked to see the woman who had been an old neighbor and friend of her and Brian's many years before.

Brian.

She hadn't thought about him in - well, she wasn't sure how long. But she didn't feel bad about it like she thought she would. After a quick catch-up and heart-felt condolences, she was gone as quick as she appeared.

Dani turned to Y/N, ready to see a negative reaction to the situation. But Y/N was surprised at herself. Not only had she not thought about her guilt for a while, but it didn't hurt.

"Dani," Y/N spoke with a smile, "Thank you. For your help and support and what you said about Gen," she relaxed back into her lounger with a sigh, "I think I've been so deep in grief for so long that it's just become a part of me. But I think maybe I can start to let it go."

"See," Dani smirked, "Told you a spa day was necessary. Obviously this means more spa visits are in order," she chuckled, Y/N laughing right along with her.

Maybe she was right. With the way she was feeling, it had to count as therapy, right?

PART 13

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

RPF:

@smoothdogsgirl

#this is how we heal #tihwh #jared padalecki #jared x reader #reader insert #tw: grief #tw: depression

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Wrong Universe

Part 9 - It's A Good Life

Summary - When the actor of the show comes face to face with the characters, what can possibly go wrong?

Characters - Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester and basically the entire cast and crew of supernatural.

Warning - Angst, Fluff-ish, Swearing

Catch up here

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Dean raised his gun and pointed at Jensen.

"Woah! Woah! It's us", Jensen raised up his hands in defence.

"What? I could have shot you", Dean said with an annoyed expression on his face, "What do you want?"

"We have a plan", Jared said.

"Plan? For what? To display us like a museum exhibit or to actually send us home?" Dean muttered.

"Look, what happened...we are sorry. W-we didn't plan on it okay? It was-we are sorry", Jared stammered out an apology.

"And why should we believe you again?" Dean raised an eyebrow at Jared.

"You don't have to believe us. Just consider us your allies. We won't interfere with anything. We'll let you boys to do your thing. If you need anything, just don't hesitate to tell us", Jared said.

"Wait. What is this plan of yours?" Sam said.

"What if you guys did a spell reversal?" Jensen asked, "reverse the spell you used to come here. Can't that send you back to your universe?"

"Archangel grace, the most important element is missing", Sam said and pursed his lips.

"Oh. Uhm-well you-if you come up with some plan, let us know, if you need anything, let us know", Jensen said and looked at the ground.

"You weren't this shy, one hour ago. What changed Ackles?" Dean asked eyeing Jensen warily.

"We had someone drill a bit of common sense into us", Jared shrugged.

"So you guys agree to stay out of our business?" Sam asked.

"If that's wha-"

"I didn't know you both are married. I thought maybe giant over here is married only", Dean said causing Jared and Jensen to both look at Dean confusingly.

"Huh? Oh..uh-yeah we are both married with kids", Jensen looked at Dean and caught Dean's facade slipping a little. A sad smile appeared on Dean's face for a second but then he regained his composure and his cocky self was back.

"You are married to fake Ruby in this Universe too?" Sam asked, his eyebrows shotting up.

"Yes. And Jay is married to fake Sister Jo, if you may say", Jared chuckled.

Jensen and Jared both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Winchesters at ease with them. They knew that there would tension between them but at least they were warming up to them again.

"Dude! I married an angel, you married a demon! Ha!" Dean pointed at Sam and laughed.

"Shut up! They are both douchebags", Sam rolled his eyes receiving a "Hey" from both Jared and Jensen.

"I wasn't talking about your wives", Sam raised up his hands in defence, "I was talking about demons and angels in general".

"I can't disagree with you on that", Jensen and pulled out his phone, and showed a picture of his kids to the Winchesters.

"Here. That's JJ, Justice Jay, she is the oldest. That's Arrow, and that's Zeppelin, they are tw-"

"You named your son Zeppelin?" Dean's eyes lit up.

"Ye..ah?"Jensen said.

"That's awesome! What is the name of your kid? Lynyrd Skynyrd? Bon Jovi?" Dean asked Jared.

"No. Their names are Thomas, Austin and Odette", Jared said.

"Boring", Dean said receiving a glare from both Jared and Sam. As if on cue, Jensen's phone went off indicating an incoming video call from his wife.

"I gotta take this call. It's better if y'all keep your mouth shut", Jensen said and received the call.

"Hey, Dee!" Jensen asked in a cheery voice.

"Hey? You didn't call me since morning? Are you okay? Gen told me, there was some problems on set. Everything's fine?" Danneel stopped after the mini rapid fire round.

"Dee, just take a breather. Everything is fi-"

"Is it though, Jensen?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows and came and stood behind Jensen.

"Dean! What are you doing?" Jensen hissed.

"It's only fair after the stunt you pulled on us", Dean raised his eyebrow challengingly at Jensen.

"Oh god! Jensen? Who-why am I seeing two of you? That is...that can't be a glitch. Gen, come over here for a second," Danneel called out.

"Oh sweetheart, nice meeting you. I am Dean Winchester and I'm very much real", Dean winked at her. Jared and Sam erupted into laughter at Dean's teasing.

Jensen was staring daggers at Dean. He should have known Dean would do such a thing.

"Huh? Jay? What. Is. Happening?" Danneel asked and Jensen saw Gen coming into the camera's view.

"Long story short, Dean and Sam are real and they are kind of stuck in our universe at this moment. We need to send them back to their home as fast as possible", Jensen said emphasising on his last words and already plotting Dean's murder in his head.

"What?" Gen said in a high pitched sound and Jensen flipped his camera to show her Jared and Sam who were still recovering from their laughter.

"Jared Tristan Padalecki!" Jared sat up straight, "Why didn't you tell me anything about this all?"

"You wouldn't have believed me", Jared answered sheepishly.

"I need a drink. Thank God, we are not in Vancouver now otherwise we had to deal with four idiots", Gen muttered and Danneel came into the camera's view again.

"Bring me a glass too", Danneel told Gen, "Jensen, be safe please. I know it's all so messed up, don't do anything, that the Winchesters wouldn't do-"

"Now that really narrows it down", Dean said with a cocky smile on his face.

"I'm not talking to you Dean Winchester!" Danneel said, "Just stay safe Jensen. All of you, don't be Winchester stupid. I'll call you later".

Jensen nodded at his wife, "I will be safe".

"I'll keep your husband in check. Bye sweetheart", Dean smirked causing Danneel to blush a little. She smiled at him and disconnected the call.

"I'm gonna kill you Dean", Jensen muttered.

"I would like to see you try. I love your wife, she is feisty", Dean winked at Jensen.

"You're dead Winchester", Jensen said and glared at Dean.

"Don't Jensen! You know Sam's here too", Jared laughed. Dean smirked at Jensen who grumbled a 'son of a bitch' in response.

"So we are okay?" Jared said.

"I guess so. Is....D-I mean the actor who played Dad still on set?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so. He got a call and left the set. Come on, let's go back to the set", Jensen assured.

The Winchesters hesitated but eventually followed the actors to the main set.

"I thought the Winchesters killed you both", Misha looked at the actors. "Not funny", Jensen muttered.

"How do you manage to play Cas? You and him are so...different", Dean said.

"It's called acting", Misha retorted back.

"So now that you both believe we are on your side. What is the plan?" Richard asked.

"Don't know", Dean shrugged.

"So get this", Jared started and Dean grinned at Sam.

"What?" Jared asked.

"Nothing. You and Sam are really similar", Dean chuckled causing Jared to roll his eyes.

"We don't have archangel grace. Cas is MIA. But according to the show, God or Chuck is the same for all the universe. What about Death? Billy?" Jared asked.

The four of them looked at each other. "Smart Padalecki", Dean gave Jared an impressed smile.

"Care to share with the class boys. In case you didn't notice, we need words to understand what you're saying", Richard sassed.

"Oh Gabey, we're gonna summon Death", Dean smirked.

"Death? The Death?" Misha exclaimed.

"Yes", Sam said.

"How?" Alex asked.

"Alex, start watching the show buddy. So you're going to bind Death?" Jensen asked.

"I guess so", Sam frowned, "or we need to find a summoni-"

"Did you really think you can go behind my back and try to defeat me, boys?" Rob suddenly spoke up.

"Robbie?"

"Try again", Rob smirked.

"Chuck."

Forever taglist - @donnaintx @devil-in-my-boots @amandamdiehl @miss-nerd95

Wrong Universe taglist - @mrswhozeewhatsis @squirrelnotsam @lostlittlenerd @this-is-spn @millieccino

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ao719 · 5 years

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Get to Know CGW *Answers*

You guys sent in some asks and here are the answers for the questions we received!

(other questions from comments were answered on the posts.)

The four of us all answered the questions by divvying them up!

We said we would select a winner for the questions submitted and that would be the awesome @cgd03 ! We’ll be messaging you soon! 😁

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild created with @speedyoperarascalparty , @leelee10898 , @cocomaxley and myself. Thanks for the laughs ladies!

Tag List: @annekebbphotography @carabeth @moneyfordiamonds @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @3pawandme @indiacater @ooo-barff-ooo @ownworldresident @tornbetween2loves @perfectprofessorherokid @stopforamoment @editboutique @wannabemc2 @zaffrenotes @enmchoices @lauradowning29 @lodberg @smalltalk88 @laniquelove-blog @gibbles82 @heatherfilliez @drakesensworld @nikkis1983 @sweetest-marbear @classylady1234 @daniv2278 @rainbowsinthestorm @jared2612 @liamxs-world @notoriouscs @blubutterflyy @captain-kingliamsqueen @whenyourheartskipsabeat @lynne1993 @coldcollectornight08 @be-still-my-aching-heart @kennaxval @the-soot-sprite @hopefulmoonobject @emichelle @cgd03 @kate-mckenzie @mfackenthal @crookedslimecreatorpasta @jemrmax2love

Answers:

How did you guys come up with the idea for the CGW Universe? AND How did you decide to do this?

It all sort of started with a bunch of asks Pam was doing for friends, pairing their real life personas with their love interests. She wrote Never Give Up for Alicia and since we were all friends, she added Gen and Rashad, Anitah and Liam and Drake and Pam in, just for fun. The four of us talked alot and happened to all have different LI’s, so it just worked. There was alot of positive feedback and we started joking around about how much trouble we could all get in if we went to Vegas together. We were laughing so hard all our sides hurt. Next thing we knew Anitah was writing One Night in Vegas. We can honestly say we started CGW for us. We didnt really think people would be that interested in reading it. But we had so much fun writing it, like side splitting, up until 2 am laughing so hard we were crying, fun. So we kept going….and here we are!

Did Drake have feelings for Anitah like in the books? I don’t recall ever seeing this talked about in CGW.

This Universe follows the books pretty closely (minus book 3), but that's one change we did make. Drake and Anitah were close like in the books, but more of a brother and sister bond, never any romantic feelings.

How close is Anitah to Canon?

Anitah is pretty close to canon. Books 1 & 2 are basically the same (minus any relationship or feelings for Drake). Book 3 is gone. There was no Anton in our happy CGW world, and there was no unity tour. However, that doesn’t mean something (angsty) won’t happen in the future.

Why hasn’t Brad quit? The money cannot be worth what he has to endure. AND How hasn’t Brad quit yet? No amount of money is worth that abuse.

Look, Brad knows it’s all in good fun, and he gets snippy and sassy all on his own with the Queen and other ladies. We love, love, love Brad and he knows it. He might be a tad scared of the King, but he knows Anitah would have his back when push came to shove.

What’s Anitah’s biggest fear?

On a not deep level, Clowns. She hates clowns, any and everything to do with clowns. Which is why Liam and the other guys challenged the ladies to watch the entire IT movie, because they’re mean and thought it would be an easy way to win a bet but they only ended up getting their asses kicked (literally). On a deeper level- losing anyone she loves, especially Liam. It was explained in the ‘I’ll Stand By You’ 2 parter about her parents and what happened, and why she feels the way she does. So she’s afraid of losing anyone else she cares about.

How did Maxwell end up being an honorary squad member?

When we first started writing the group fics, we all agreed that Maxwell would be more like us, to get into the antics and fuel our love for shenanigans and would want to partake in them with us. We love Maxwell and his quirks and how much fun he is, even though half the time he ends up (unknowingly) spilling our secrets by taking pictures or posting on social media so the other guys find us or find out what we did lol.

Why is your FC for Bastien not Fabricio Zunino? Is it too late to make Fabricio Zunino your FC for him...?

We didn't use Fabricio Zunino for a few reasons.

1) Fabricio’s FC is hot and should be used when he's a LI.

2) We wanted our Bastien to be more fatherly. So we chose an older FC that's still kinda sexy.

It is too late to make him Bastien’s fc because look...

Are any of you guys into Open Heart? If you are into Open Heart, what are the chances of Dr. Ramsey making an appearance?

@leelee10898 is the only one of us that reads Open Heart. She's a Bryce stan. @speedyoperarascalparty and @ao719 can't bring themselves to cheat on Drake and Liam. @cocomaxley is a whore for Mr. Sinclaire.

Sorry, no. Chances are Dr. Ramsey won't make an appearance. We haven't entertained any crossovers because some of us (everyone stare at @ao719) doesn't play any of the other books.

Have you guys ever met in person? If you haven’t met in person, would you guys want to, and do you think your day could potentially be almost as eventful as your CGW versions of you?

We haven't met in person, but would love to! It likely won't be as eventful as CGW, but we can guarantee we would likely laugh so hard we'd pee our pants. We already make each other laugh until we're crying and can't breathe.

Are you guys all married with kids?

We all have babies and married big man babies.

I know Drammy is still trying, but will you guys do baby stories for the births and stuff? I’d love to see the guys reactions to becoming daddies AND Will there be a fic about the babies birth?

Yes!! The ladies who are pregnant are already hard at work planning fics about the babies births and after. In fact, we think Alicia and Leo are due soon! Drammy's story will continue with either getting pregnant or processing their feelings about not being able to.

What were Anitah and Alicia like when they were younger? Did they ever date brothers before? Since they are married to brothers now.

Alicia and Anitah were angels with horns. They got into tons of trouble and hijinks growing up. They dated brothers before. They were hot firemen, pretty to look at, but nobody was home upstairs. They called them the meat head bros.

Did Leo ever meet Alicia’s parents?

Leo has met her parents...you will see this at some point.

Do any of the squad have siblings?

Alicia is the only one with siblings. 1 sister (Alexis) and one brother (Andrew). They are twins and older then Alicia.

Tell us a secret about Pam.

This is a work in progress 😬

If you have any more questions, feel free to comment with them or send any of us asks! We had so much fun answering these!

As far as the requests that we received:

*Please do a one shot of Anitah giving Brad hell with her pregnancy cravings.

*Like more of a backstory on Anitah.

*Bastien prompt to get set up on a date with someone named Carla

*Prompt where Rashad gets jealous of brad since Gen actually slept with him.

*I am curious if you could ever see yourself writing a scenario where Liam overheard Anitah in a conversation saying how bored she is, and how nothing he does gives her that satisfaction anymore, and just rolls off ideas, like getting a costume or using more bigger toys, and Liam assumed that she is talking about their sex life when really she is talking about ways of playing with her dog. Without even talking with Anitah Liam tries to surprise her.

We’re all talking about them! If you’re looking for anything specific or have any suggestions (Anitah’s backstory??) feel free to comment!

Also we received this on the google docs:

We just want to say thank you so, so much for your kind words! We’re glad so many people are enjoying this crazy ride along with us!

Thank you again for all the requests and questions! And, as always, for all your support with our crazy Squad! 💕

#cgw world #cgw #cgw asks #drake x pam #liam x anitah #rashad x genevieve #leo x alicia #cordonians gone wild #cordoniansgonewild #trr au #trr #play choices #playchoices #choices #choices the royal romance

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queen-syko · 6 years

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Stay Part 3

Author: Francesca Roman

Warnings: Car Accident, Angst, Injury

Word Count: 2,000+

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Normally the shifts I take would go at a slower pace giving me time to relax in between tables. This one seems to have taken up all of my energy. My eyes shifted to the clock as I handed one of the last tables their check and collected their dirty dishes once they had paid and left their table.

I finished off their table with my tip going in my pocket and putting their dishes into the wash bin in the back. I still had two tables to take care of when Amy, one of my coworkers, came up to me behind the counter. "Gen said you can leave early. She knows that really tall guy is waiting for you." I looked at her and she winked at me.

I pushed her and laughed a little. "Oh shh, tell Gen I said goodnight and thank you. Do you have a ride home? Is your dad coming to get you?" Amy was only seventeen. She doesn't drive yet. "No Gen said she'll drive me." I looked at her then swiped my card, it beeped. It was telling me that I clocked out. "If anything changes text me. I'll be here in a heartbeat sweetheart."

She smiled and I patted her on her back. She nodded and smiled back. I grabbed my bag and walked towards Sam. Who of which stood by the end of the counter, waiting patiently. "Dean went to the bar down the road. He left me the keys to his car but we should check on him and see if he wants a ride. I hope you don't mind, he hasn't texted me or anything and it's nearly one am." Sam said as he took my bag from my hands and held the door open for me as we left Cosmo's.

"Oh I don't mind. I drove here though. So I don't know what you want to do? I could just leave my car here and come get it tomorrow or whenever. I wasn't really expecting to get a ride home tonight." I hadn't noticed but I did park right next to the shinny black Impala. Am I really that out of it today? "I don't wanna inconvenience you or anything. We can take your car and just go give Dean the keys to the Impala."

I smiled at the thought of taking my car but how was Sam supposed to get back to where he was staying? "Then how will you get back to where your staying?" He looked at me then back to the two cars. "I could spend the night? If not I could just walk." My cheeks blushed lightly. "Do you wanna stay the night Sam?" Our eyes connected and my heart melted. "If only you want me to. It's your place, your decision. I mean, I really wouldn't mind if I could but It's okay if I can't."

He stated walking a little bit closer, the space closing drastically quick. "Yeah, I guess you could spend the night. What's the harm in one night?" I said cautiously stepping closer and closer until I felt his hands snake onto my hips, our eyes never leaving each others. "Just one night?" He asked leaning down to catch my lips to match his own. "Don't push your luck Winchester."

He smirked and our lips connected like butter melting on hot toast. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as his arms connected around my lower torso, bringing me closer with each stroke my lips would allow. "Sam? Sorry to interrupt this little make out session but, can I have the keys to Baby? Candy and I have somewhere to be."

The moment was soon broken due to our lips disconnecting and Sam digging in his front left jean pocket for the keys to the Impala. I watched as Sam unlock the car and grab his green bag off the back seat. Which I presume had clothes and other stuff inside. He threw the keys to Dean and the woman with red hair and a mini skirt on got into 'Baby' and reeved down the road.

"Let's get going." I said as I opened the drivers side door but was stopped by Sam's hand. "What are you doing?" He took my keys from my hand and backed me up into the door which lead it to close. "I'll drive, you relax in the passenger seat." His body pressed up against mine and he towered over me like the Eiffel Tower would stand over the French.

"Is that right? Whatever, do whatever you want Sam." I pushed him off me lightly and walked over to my passengers door. I opened the door and got in swiftly. I saw Sam have some trouble due to his size though. I stifled a laugh as he bumped his on the car roof. Once he got adjusted he started the car and looked at me. "What?"

He said with a dead serious face. "You have a really small car Y/n." I let out a small laugh and put the radio on. I saw him shake his head and back out of my regular parking space. He put the car in drive and pulled onto the vacant road. As he focused on the road I started to point my focus onto his luscious brown locks.

Then to his satisfying lips that strayed into a straight line due to his focus on the road. Those eyes bring me back to that one night where I was the biggest cunt in the world. "You don't have to stay. Like your brother said, well be better off without you." What is wrong with me? My cheeks flushed and I looked out the window. I felt his hand connect with my own and I looked at him.

As soon as I did, everything went black.

Sam's POV

I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I couldn't hear anything. Everything was silent. My seatbelt held me in place as I looked to my left. I saw a reddish orange box truck laying on it's side. Blood painted the windshield. In front of the truck laid a mangled body. I looked to my right and saw her laying there. She was also held in place but she had blood pouring out of ears and nose. She had a gash on her forehead, which was also gushing blood. "Sam?"

She spoke hoarsely. Her arms were pinned against her and she wasn't able to move. She started to panic. "It's okay Y/n. Calm down, I'm right here." She slowly turned her head to look at me. "Sam I can't move." She started crying and looking around more. "Stop moving your head. You could hurt yourself further. I'm going to unbuckle my seatbelt and try to find my cell."

She mumbled a small okay and just tried to control her breathing. I reached down and unbuckle my seatbelt. Once I was out of the car, I tried to stand up. At first I wasn't able to because my ankle was most likely broken. The second time I tried but it hurt like a bitch. Once I regained my balance I searched my pockets for my cell phone. I felt it in my back pocket so I took it out and dialed 911.

"911. What's your emergency?" A woman's voice asked calmly. "We need help. There was an accident on-" I looked around for a sign or something. I couldn't fins one so I looked for a mile marker. "We're at mile marker 303 west. There are three injured. My- my girlfriend is pinned and she is bleeding from her head. There's someone laying on the road. I think they're dead. I have no idea. I broke my ankle and can barely stand up."

"Okay sir, please stay calm. What's your girlfriend's name?" She asked as I hobbled around the car to be by Y/n's side to make sure she's okay. "Her name is Y/n." I slide down onto my stomach to try to get a view at Y/n. "That's a beautiful name. What's your name?" The 911 operator asked. "My name is Sam." I looked at Y/n and her eyes were closed. "Y/n? Look at me baby." Nothing, not even a flinch. "She's not responding to me calling her name. When is someone going to be here?"

"Sam calm down, everything is going to be okay. I need you to stay calm. Someone will be there in two minutes. Sam can you tell if she is breathing?" I held out my arm and put it by her open mouth. She was breathing. "Yes she's breathing." I heard sirens in the distance. "That's good Sam. Someone should be there any second now just hang in there." She said as the sirens became louder with every second passing.

I stood up and leaned on the car. I saw six people rush out of the two ambulances as they pulled to a stop. "Hey over here." I said waving my free hand. "They're here now. I'm going to hang up." She said okay and I hung up and put my cell phone back in my pocket. "Sir just please sit on the ground you're clearly injured."

A man came over to me and helped me down. "Please help my girlfriend. She's passed out in the front seat. Her head is bleeding." I shoved him off of me and he looked towards the car. "Okay sir, what's your name?" "My name is Sam. Her name is Y/n. Just help her, she needs it more than I do." He nodded and rushed over to her.

*Time skip - Three days*

Your POV

My eyes were blinded by the sunlight shinning through the window of the white room I was currently in. "Mommy?" I felt pressure on my left hand. I squeezed the tiny hand that was in my own. My eyes connected with my seven year old son's. "Jackson? Where's Lucy?" My eyes were still adjusting to the brightness.

"Mommy Lucy went to change Livy. She said she'll be right back. Oh mommy, I'm happy you're okay. Should I get the doctor or Sam?" Jackson asked getting up from the hospital bed. "Yes baby, go get Sam." I saw him let go of my hand and rush out of the room. My head started pounding. I sat up and immediately regretted that decision.

I grabbed a bag from my left and threw up whatever contents was left in my stomach. Soon enough I pressed the red button that sat on my remote control for the TV. I was hoping it was a panic button for the doctors assistance. I was right apparently. A doctor came in and looked at me weirdly. "Good to have you back, Ms. Y/l/n. Let's take a look at you."

He checked my eyes, ears, nose and throat. Everything seemed to be clear. "You're looking pretty healthy for someone who just came out of three day coma." I looked at him in shock. Was I really out for all those days? "Other than your broken ribs and leg, you're doing fantastically well." He said just as Lucy came in while carrying Olivia. "I'll leave you alone. Just holler if you need anything else."

He left the room and I just starred at the door then at Lucy. Olivia was sleeping in her arms and Lucy had the biggest smile on her face. "How're you feeling? Are you in any pain?" She asked as she stood by my bed. I shook my head no, I wasn't lying. Sure I had a headache but I was fine everywhere else. "Can I have my baby?" I asked holding out my arms.

She softly handed over Olivia to me. The sleeping one and a half year old snuggled into my chest. "How has everything been? How's Jackson? Is he behaving? How's Sam?" I asked Lucy while adjusting how I was sitting. "Everything has been okay, Y/n. I'm just confused on why Sam is here in the first place. He hasn't told me anything. He's been-" She was cut off by the door opening then closing.

Jackson came around with his hand in Sam's. "There's my boy." I said as Jackson got right back onto the bed and held my free hand. I looked up at Sam. He was okay. He wasn't broken, just bruised. "Hey Luce maybe you can take Jackson down to the café and get him something to eat so Sam and I can talk." Jackson smiled and I kissed his forehead. "Do you want me to take Liv to?" She asked taking Jackson's hand.

"No that's fine. She needs her sleep. Go ahead." She smiled and nodded then left the room with Jackson. When the door closed, I looked at Sam. His eyes were set on mine then he looked at Liv. "Sam? Are you okay? Come sit down." I patted the spot next to me. He hesitated for a second but quickly sat down and looked out the window. "Do you wanna hold her?" I asked while placing my hand on his.

His eyes instantly shot to mine. "Can I?" He asked with a shakey voice. "Of course Sam. She is your daughter." I leaned forward and placed her in his grasp. He held her to his body like he had been around children all his life. "She's beautiful." He mumbled while looking down at her with such grace. I starred at the pair. It was like a dream. Liv started stirring in his arms and he looked at me with panic.

"It's okay Sam, she's just waking up." He breathed slowly and handed her back to me. He continued to stare at me as I looked down at out daughter. His hand moved up to my face to move a single stand of hair that lurked to put it behind my ear. His hand seemed to have been stuck there as I looked into his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

He asked putting his hand down and onto my thigh. I got goosebumps from his touch. "Well, the doctor said I'm perfectly healthy other than my broken ribs and leg. Other than that, I feel okay. I'm not fully here right now but I understand what's going on. I just wanna go home. Can you tell me what happened though? Is the other driver okay?" I asked rocking Liv back to sleep.

He looked away and said, "Well after we got off the highway to get to your place, we came to a four way intersection and when we were crossing we were hit by a box truck. You were awake for about three minutes before you passed out. You had a gash on your head. You were bleeding from you ears, nose and mouth. You couldn't move.

I thought I had lost you. I did break my ankle but our friend Castiel healed me. Once we had gotten to the hospital the doctor said you went into a coma. He didn't know how long it would last. The other driver is awake but they seem to be in a much more worse condition with injuries."

Sam's eyes connected with my own seconds later. "Did Dean say anything?" I asked looking at him. "He said that he hopes you wake up and that you feel better. He caught another case three towns over. He didn't need my help and he suggested I stay here with you. So, here I am." I smiled looking down at Liv. The feeling of guilt washing over me. "I'm really sorry Sam. I wish I told you I was pregnant." His hand squeezed my thigh.

"Stop Y/n. Everything is working itself out for the better. Olivia is safe and healthy and so is Jackson and your little sister. I'm just happy you're awake and not laying down in the morgue. I think I would go absolutely bonkers if you died." I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "Hey look at me. Everything is okay." I looked into his eyes and he leaned in. My hand came up to caress his cheek.

The kiss was soft and slow, but was interrupted by the door opening. "Mommy I got jello!" Jackson came running up to the bed. He climbed onto Sam's lap and sat down. "Shh. your baby sister is sleeping Jacky." Lucy soon entered the room and sat down in the chair. "I'm sorry for being loud mommy." I smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Mommy? Can Sam stay with us?" Jackson asked looking in between him and I. I looked at Sam then Lucy. Lucy nodded approving the situation. I looked at Sam again and smiled. "I don't see why not Jacky." Jackson smiled and hugged Sam. Sam returned the hug and looked at me. "Let's see if we can get you home." He kissed my cheek and left the room to get information on my leave.

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