Hey how about either 11 or 62 , western au with either sam or your boy aleks
Word Count: 867@tardisgrumpI’m not dead, promise.
There was a heavy beating in your chest as your fingers clumsily worked to secure your horse’s reins to the hitching post you pulled up on outside of the local saloon. You knew that there would be someone coming along not far behind, and if they found you it would not end well for you. Once satisfied that your horse would not make a grand escape, you turned tail and all but ran into the saloon.
Inside there were people everywhere. Men drinking and gambling. Women in gorgeous dresses entertaining the room. People from all walks of life nearly passed out along the bar. However, you didn’t have time to stop and take in everything as you made your way over to the stairs. As your foot hit the bottom step you heard the door swing open, clattering against the wall.
Casting a glance over your shoulder, you spotted the two Pinkerton agents you’d been trying to escape for the last day or so. They’d come down on the last job your group tried to pull a few towns over and lost the trail on most everyone else, but they’d been a little more clever when it came to looking for you. You knew that they didn’t know for sure that you were here, so you had to think fast.
You scurried up the stairs to try and put as much distance between you and the Pinkertons.
At the end of the hall you happened upon an open room and threw yourself into it, slamming the door harshly behind yourself. You slumped against the door momentarily to try and catch your breath before you had to think of a plan. From across the room the sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention.
Your head whipped to the side to see a man sitting on the bed in the room. He had wild straw colored hair and eyes that looked like a lake in the midday sun. A worn brown leather hat sat beside him, and his vest was unbuttoned, as well as the top few buttons of his white shirt. He slowly lifted a bottle to his lips and took a long swig as he stared at you.
“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to intrude on you. I was just tryin’ to-”
Before you could finish your sentence, the sound of heavy footfalls and loud knocking out in the hall came floating through the door. You could hear the Pinkertons going from room to room and your heart sank.
The man stood up and adjusted his belt as he did so, “Get under the bed.”
At first you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but then there was a thunderous knock at the door and he fixed you with a look. Nodding, you quickly rounded the bed and slipped underneath, holding your breath as the strange man pulled open the door. From where you were lying you could see only the man’s boots and the door was cracked enough to just see the boots of at least one of the Pinkerton’s in the hall.
“Evenin’, sir. We’re here with the Pinkerton Detective Agency lookin’ for a criminal that goes by the name of Y/N. She’s incredibly dangerous and possibly armed. Would you mind lettin’ us have a look around for her?”
There was a long pause and for a brief moment you were sure that the man was going to turn you over. “Well, I just got into town from a long trip and was just about to retire for the evenin’. I got myself a drink and came up to my room, so unless this mysterious woman is hiding in my bottle here, I don’t see a reason for you to be distrubin’ me like this,” he drawled, chuckling softly to himself.
“Have yourself a good night. Good luck findin’ her,” he said, taking a step back and closing the door tightly.
You waited under the bed for a bit longer until you could hear the Pinkerton’s walk off down the hall again. Slowly, you slipped back out and got to your feet, dusting off your clothes as you did so. “Thank you,” you breathed, giving him an uneasy smile.
“Y/N,” he spoke slowly, walking back to the bed sit down, “You run with the gang that’s been hidin’ in that old abandoned shiner’s house, huh?”
You rolled your eyes, “So much for hidin’ if everybody knows we’re there.”
He chuckled and nodded, “I’m Sam, by the way.”
“Thank you, again, Sam,” you said, walking closer, “I’ve got t’ get goin’ though. If they’re still lookin’ here, it’ll give me some time to get goin’.”
Before Sam could say much else, you bent at the waist to press a quick, but firm, kiss to his lips, as your other hand reached for the bed. “Maybe we’ll see each other again and I can repay you properly,” you grinned as you stood up. As you headed to the door, you raised a hand and settled Sam’s hat on the top of your head.
“Til next time,” you teased, tossing a wink over your shoulder as you slipped from the room.
5. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a friend like B? If you think I’d endanger that for a little crush- which I don’t have, by the way- you’re crazy.”
6. “I mean, sure, B is attractive. I have eyes, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Here’s all of the research I got for the episode,” you told Sam as you handed it to him.
“You are a lifesaver!” Sam gushed as he looked through it. “Thanks for helping me with this Desk of Death Battle.”
“No problem,” you blushed as you walked back to your desk.
“Aww, you like him,” Torrian teased as you sat down.
“I do not,” you said. “I mean, do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had a friend like Sam? If you think I’d endanger that for a little crush- which I don’t have, by the way- you’re crazy.”
He put his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, I was just playing.”
You sighed and slumped into your seat. “It’s fine. Just, my roommate has been on my case about how I supposedly drop everything to help Sam out,” you mentioned. “It sorta just sucks because every single time I tell her that we’re just friends, she starts talking to me about how cute he is. I mean, sure, Sam is attractive. I have eyes, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
Torrian raised an eyebrow. “It’s sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself that you don’t like him.” Your eyes widened as you turned to see his ever growing smirk. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
You crossed your arms and turned away. “I hate you,” you said as he laughed.
Can I trouble you for a 50. Sensual/Handsy Kiss with good ol' Chad James, pretty please? <3
Word Count: 510@whysamwhy123
“Good job, Y/N, thank you.”
With a nod and a smile, you waved at the glass the separated the sound booth where you were and the control room. It had been a fairly long recording session and, because of your schedule, it had to be done at the end of the day. You had literally just flown back into Austin roughly an hour before the session started after having been out of town for nearly two full weeks, and you were exhausted.
The people in the control room had cleared out pretty quickly. You removed your headphones and bent down to get your belongings off of the floor. Before you could stand back up, the door to the recording booth opened up behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and couldn’t help but smile brightly when you saw that it was Chad coming into the room.
“Hey, babe,” you greeted, standing up with your things in your hands.
Chad, however, did not respond. He crossed the small space between you in two long strides. You looked at him curiously but before you were able to say anything Chad had one hand cradling the back of your neck and the other securely grabbing hold of your hip. He urged you backwards until your body came into contact with the padding along the wall. The sudden movement essentially caused you to drop everything you were holding, and Chad did not wait to step closer until his front was pressed firmly to yours.
The next thing you knew, he all but slammed his lips to yours nearly knocked all wind from your lungs.It felt as though your brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout your entire body. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of you lips and, at your grant of access, delved inside your mouth. Your arms reached up on their own accord and tangled around his neck. Anchoring him there. In an instant you pulled away and arched up into his chest, moaning softly in the contact of body heat against my your, before I drew back into his lips.
You weren’t entirely sure how long the two of you had been there, intertwined with one another, or when exactly Chad’s hands had moved. But you could feel one grabbing firmly at your backside, pulling you that much closer to him, and the other hand slipped underneath your shirt and now the skin of your back felt on fire under his touch.
Had you been in the right state of mind, you would have remembered that you were in a recording booth at the office and anyone could either come into the control room or open the door. Your mind, however, wasn’t worried about any of that. The only thing you were concerned with was the fact that it had been almost two weeks since you’d seen Chad, let alone kissed him.
Getting caught would be okay, as long as you could keep doing this for a while.
Making your way through the throngs of people towards the broadcast area where Extra Life 2018 was in full swing as a task unto itself. You had texted Chad and let him know that you were running late, gathering all of the materials you’d promised to bring took longer than you’d originally thought that it would. However, when you emerged to the main area you were immediately greeted by a few loud cheers.
“Y/N!”
You laughed as you made your way in front of the cameras and waved to them, as well as the people around the stage. Almost as soon as you were there, Chad made his way over and wrapped you up in a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek.You smiled and hugged him back and rubbed his back as he pulled away from you. “It looks like y’all have already caused too much chaos,” you observed, eyes scanning the area.
“Well, we try,” he chuckled, stepping to the side but keeping an arm around you.
Turning your head to look back at the Wheel of Vengeance a certain item written down caught your attention. “Uh… Chad, my love, what the fuck does, uh, ‘Surprise for Y/N’ mean?” you questioned slowly, looking back at the man at your side.
Chad only laughed and pressed another kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry about it.”
You narrowed your eyes at him but he only slipped away from you and went to rejoin the shenanigans going on. With a sigh, you slipped off to find yourself a drink. A drink turned into two, which mysteriously became three, and somehow transformed itself into a fourth. The wheel was spun a few times but it always managed to just miss the section with your surprise inscribed on it.
Eventually you found yourself curled up on one of the couches near the wheel when Chad made his way over to the wheel which caught your attention. He smiled at you as he grabbed hold of one of the prongs and gave it a harsh pull sending it spinning. You watched through heavy and slightly bleary eyes. The wheel click-click-clicked until it slowed to a stop.
“Surprise for Y/N!” Chad shouted.
Your head perked up and you looked around for a moment, mildly confused. “What… what does that mean?” you asked softly, glancing back up at Chad. He smiled slightly though he suddenly looked a little nervous. Without a word, he hurried off towards the Off Topic set and promptly returned with a stool.
“Come sit,” he said, patting the cushion.
Quirking an eyebrow, you slowly pushed yourself up from your seat and slowly made your way over. Chad grabbed hold of your arm and helped you up onto the stool. He looked at you for a moment before he reached back over your head to grab the hood of the sweatshirt you were wearing to pull it up over your head and cover your face.
“Is this necessary?” you asked with a laugh.
Chad gave your head a gentle pat, “Absolutely. Now… no one say a fucking word.”
Very quickly it felt as though you were left completely alone, even though you knew that you were surrounded by people. You let out a sigh and began to tap a little impatiently at your legs. “I fucking hate this, by the way,” you said loudly, shifting anxiously on the spot. Around you, you could hear a sudden rush of whispers that for some reason set your anxiety on edge.
“Okay, Y/N, take your hood off,” Chad’s voice called from somewhere in front of you.
You raised your hands and grabbed hold of the hem of the hood, pushing it up just below your nose. “I don’t wanna,” you mumbled, letting out a nervous sort of laugh. Everyone around you chuckled and you heard Chad’s resigned sigh over all of it. You took a deep breath and very cautiously lifted the hood up, dropping it back behind your head. You looked around you but didn’t see Chad until you finally glanced down to see him just to your right.
Down on one knee.
Almost immediately, you felt your eyes fill with tear and your hands raised up to cover your mouth. The two of you had talked in the previous months about marriage and family, but suddenly being confronted with the prospect was more overwhelming than you had expected it to be. From out of nowhere, someone was holding a microphone in front of you as well as someone holding one for Chad.
“I hate you,” you nearly whimpered from behind your hands.
“Y/N, two years ago I could never have imagined I would be in this place. A place where I look into the eyes of my best friend and love them everyday. You are the sweetest, most loving, caring and kind person I have ever known, and I have no doubt that you make me a better man. You believe in me and have shown me how to love with unconditional acceptance and every day you reaffirm that you are my soul mate. Together we are an unbreakable pair, bound by our love. I'm not sure that a lifetime is long enough for me to return all that you have given me but I want to spend the rest of my life trying. So, Will you marry me?”
There was a sudden hush around all of broadcast as you looked down at Chad to see him pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket to present to you. You could feel a few tears slip down your cheeks and slowly, you lowered your hands as you nodded your head. “Yes,” you very nearly whispered, voice wavering. “Yeah… yes,” you said a little louder, nodding more fervently. All around you people started to clap and cheer but all that you could focus on was Chad as he got to his feet and walked closer. He very quickly slipped the ring onto your finger before he grabbed hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger to hold your head still and pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
You inhaled sharply through your nose and reached out to grasp at the sides of Chad’s neck. Slowly, the two of you pulled away from each other and you stared into eyes. A smile languidly made its way across your lips and Chad’s did the same. For just a moment in time, it was easy to forget that you were sitting in the middle of a crowded broadcast and on stream for thousands and thousands of people to see.
It was just the two of you, the way it always was and would be.
It was as though a fist of orange flame had decided to punch it’s way out of the main complex. Windows shattered. Smoke and fire rushed out. Thousands of pieces of glass and steel, a deadly rainfall, showered down all around you. Alarms - shrill and deafening- erupted. A huge bite had been taken out of the side and the roof of the building. The ringing in your ears was disorienting to say the least.
You struggled to your feet and looked around the parking lot in front of the warehouse that FakeAttack had been calling home. The lot is empty except for two vehicles. The one that you had just gotten out of, and a familiar looking all black muscle car that now looked like it was beyond repair due to the freefall of debris.
“Sam,” you gasped, rushing towards the inferno.
Heat licked at your face with every step you took and billows of smoke filled the air as well as your lungs. The large steel door had been blown almost completely off its hinges. You pulled your shirt up to cover your mouth and nose before forcing your way into the building. “Sam!” you called, hardly hearing your own voice over the crackling of the flames.
Support beams had fallen to the ground around you and you tried to maneuver around them to make your way back to the makeshift office area where you assumed that Sam would have been. However, before making it there you spotted a slumped over figure along the far wall. A fiery bit of something came careening from above you and you had to very nearly roll out of the way to avoid being crushed underneath.
With a bit of speed and strength you weren’t aware that you had, you pushed your way through the mess until you found yourself crouching next to Sam’s body. “Sammy,” you said, shaking his shoulder. He appeared to be breathing and he definitely stirred slightly but he did not wake up. You let out a low groan and slipped an arm underneath his in order to haul him to his feet. If making your way into the building had seemed hard, it was nothing compared to trying to escape with an unconscious man slumped against your side.
As you neared the door heading outside, the sound of frantic shouts and distant sirens met your ears.
Outside the warehouse, you gasped for fresh air and hardly noticed someone taking Sam from you. You all but collapsed to your knees and coughed violently as your eyes watered and tears streamed down your cheeks. It took some time to regain your composure but once you had, you looked up to see Ben and Chad crouched down with Sam leaning back against Chad’s car. From where you were it appeared like Sam’s eyes were open.
You pushed yourself unsteadily to your feet and tried to run over to the three of them, tripping along the way but never falling. Chad saw you coming. Both he and Ben moved out of the way as you approached. Without much thought, you fell to your knees beside Sam and took his face in your hands. He was covered in soot and ash but appeared no worse for the wear. You let out a relieved breath as you leaned in to all but crash your lips against his own. You pulled away almost as quickly as you had gone in and he looked back at you with wide eyes, and a slight grin.
“I gotta be caught up in gang warfare more often.”
You rolled your eyes, “I’m going to wait to make sure you’re okay before I kill you.”
“Good thing all your cool guns were blown up,” Sam laughed softly, cutting it short as he coughed loudly.
“I don’t need a gun,” you teased, pushing back his hair. “Knives are more intimate.”
Word Count: 601
Please Chad. Have someone look at your elbow. For me.
The chill of the late night air nipped at the tip of your nose as you stood just outside the bay doors leading out to the madhouse that was the outdoor area for Extra Life. There were so many people milling around, a velcro wall, a twenty-five foot slip-n-slide, and the always present firing range. To say it was chaos was putting it lightly. However, none of that was even registering on your radar at the moment.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of a certain red-headed host as he stood against the paintball wall to take a few shots in order to finish the last punishment he had been handed. Before the ping pong game, you had seen the fall he took through the table and it made you more than a little nervous; your anxiety only growing with the passing comments of pain and discomfort he would make as he moved around.
Wanting to stay out of the way, you stood at the doors and just watched as the spaghetti slide came to a close. As everyone the stream was sent to its break between segments and everyone began to head back inside you managed to grab Chad’s hand and gingerly pull him aside. He had a relaxed and easy smile on his face despite just taking one of the most painful paintball shots he had ever experienced right in the middle of his stomach.
“You okay?” you asked in a soft voice.
Chad nodded. “Yeah, I’m great.”
“How is your elbow?” you asked, reaching out to gently touch the bend in his arm. “That fall looked pretty brutal.”
For a moment his face flushed with color but he shook his head and gave you a mildly reassuring smile. “I’m fine, babe, really. I think I hurt my ego more than anything,” he said with an almost forced chuckle.
You raised both of your eyebrows in disbelief and shook your head as you looked back at his arm. You touched his elbow, careful to go around and avoid the inner part of his arm knowing how squeamish it made him to have people touch him there. Casting a quick glance to his face, you noticed the momentary wince as you moved his elbow in your grip.
“Chad,” you sighed softly. “Please let the medic look at it.”
He rolled his eyes at you. “I did.”
“No. You let them put a fucking bandaid in it. I’m really worried it’s broken,” you confessed as you eased his arm back into a relaxed position before taking your hand away.
“It’s not broken,” Chad scoffed.
Pursing your lips slightly, you cocked your head to the side and fixed Chad with a less than impressed look. “Take it from someone who broke their elbow at a party, stayed at the party, and woke up the next day with a friggin’ grapefruit sized elbow… you need to have someone look at it,” you stressed, your tone firm.
Chad was quiet for a moment longer than you expected him to before he let out a resigned sigh and hung his head slightly. You knew that he would more than likely be fine for the rest of the night and you were well aware of the fact that he wanted to keep going strong because it was his first year as an official host for the whole event, but you were genuinely worried about him. He must have realized it, because he looked back up at you and nodded his head.
If you watched punishment poker could you write a sam reader where they are both playing the game ?
Word Count: 611@tardisgrump
Out of all the poker games that you had found yourself apart of, at home or otherwise, this particular one was definitely the most lively. Between the tazing, leg waxing, and disgusting food and drink challenges, it was a miracle that any poker was actually being played. Although, to be fair, some of the participants were not playing that well to begin with so the punishments weren’t helping either way.
From across the table, you watched as Sam bit down on lip lower lip while he absently ran his fingers over his rather sizable stack of chips. He had knocked Ryan out in the last hand and it was just down to the two of you, though he definitely had more chips to play with than you did. Finally, he grabbed a few chips and placed them down in the center of the table near Jack.
“Three hundred,” Sam said as he reclined slightly in his seat.
You raised an eyebrow as you watched him carefully, trying to read his face. Part of you knew it was ridiculous to try. After being friends with Sam for over a year you knew that if he didn’t want you to get a read on his thoughts, you wouldn’t. You let out a sigh and, for the show of it, took another unnecessary peek down at the two cards sitting in front of you. Based on the four cards already sitting in the middle of the table, you were fairly confident that you would win regardless of what Sam had.
You cleared your throat and sat up a little straighter. “Hey, Sammy… I have a proposition for you,” you said as a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. That seemed to catch his attention and he lifted his eyes from the table to your own, an intrigued expression sliding into place across his features.
“Go on,” he said.
Grinning, you leaned on the edge of the table to look closer at him. “We still have a wheel spin, right? How about instead of one of those punishments… I go all in, and you go all in… and the, uh, loser of this hand… has to do three rapid fire shots and get tazed between each,” you suggested, raising both of your eyebrows at him.
From your left Ryan let out and incredulous sound, “Jesus christ.”
Sam stared intently back at you with unwavering eye contact for what felt like way too long before he finally softened and nodded his head. “Sure thing, dude. You better pick something strong to drink,” he quipped, motioning for you to go ahead.
You shrugged a shoulder and pushed your moderate size of chips into the middle of the table and watched with glee as Sam followed suit. Jack shook his head and prepared to deal the River as he looked between the two of you. “Good luck,” he said, sounding a little more genuine than he had on previous hands. He flipped over the final card and you had to restrain yourself from smiling.
Sam, very cockily, flipped over his hand to reveal his card, showing his final hand of a flush. You nodded and gave him an impressed look. “A flush, that’s a good hand, Sam… too bad I have a straight flush,” you said as you flipped your cards. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked over the cards to see your straight flush in hearts sitting right in front of him. His face reddened and his eyes narrowed as he looked back up at you.
You laughed and leaned back in your chair to smirk smugly back at him, “Sucks to suck, doesn’t it?”
