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#As the others would say: THAT'S KARMA SAM
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What if danny was jokers son
So when joker was turning he had an infant son, a cute little boy he named danny.
But he knew it wouldnt last, his son had his DNA and would eventually become similar to him, he can already tell, he laughs at things he shouldnt and is more observing than he should be.
Joker, in his twisted way, still loves his son, and while he could tell danny will be similar to him he wont BE him, he'll be...more human than him.
So his final act to save danny from this life, he sent danny to his colleague friends to look after.
After the joker full took over, his twisted love for his son still remained, much to his conflicting enotions, and he decided to stay as far as he could.
Danny on the other hand grew up different he didnt exactly LIKE pain, so to say, but their was always something satisfying and delightful when someone got what they had coming to them.
When a bullie mysteriously fell down the stairs he couldnt hold in his laughter. The kind of karma they deserved.
He still loved though, in an innocent way.
Loved when his mom made inventions with him, or taught him her black belt moves.
Loved when he and his dad try and make fudge together but their shared clumsiness resulted in far more mess that it should.
Loved when jazz read her books to him. Loved when tucker would act all protective about his PDA and when sam dragged them all to a new protest.
That didnt stop him though, from blasting overgrowth to bits for hurting sam. From secretly hunting and threatening johnny after he messed with jazz, or from making a dash and paulinas day worse with his powers.
And it certainly didn't stop his uncontrolled laughing to ring through the ghost zone when he beat pharia dark black and green.
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And when a certain bat came by for a visit in arkam,after the jason incident and talking about his robins and saying that he wouldnt understand the love he has for him. For his son's.
What drove batman on a new case was the quiet and serious way joker said the he did understand.
Batman had a new case to solve. To see if someone as heartless as the joker dose, in fact, have a child.
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. . 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 sam monroe
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warnings! : swearing
mentions of sex
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in the week you had been going to your new school, all you had managed to acquire were some classic high-school bullies with bleach-blond hair and flaky mascara, and a newfound hatred for learning.
sure, academics always sort of annoyed you. there were times it frustrated you to the point of tears, exhaustion, everything the average student went through, but 7 days of california education and you felt you could throw yourself off a cliff and not think twice about it. especially when it came to your peers.
of course, you knew probably more than anyone else that dressing the way you dressed would always get you the number-one topic in gossip for maybe a month or two in a new school. people really seemed to love discussing and nit-picking at your band shirts and baggy jeans, your fishnets, your darkly-painted waterline and eyes and the black dye streaked through with pink of your hair, your layered necklaces, pierced ears and face... basically your whole existence. it was something you'd experienced every time you moved. but here, it was so much worse.
before, it was snarky remarks in shabby hallways on your way to class or in the gym while you warmed up with a few of your friends. now, it was direct bullying. it was back-handed compliments from the same girls every guy swooned over, or just verbal attacks. no filter, nothing. undeviating retorts made to push you to the edge. and it was working.
still, you did not dare do anything about it. you refused to let yourself even think about petty revenge or stupid karma. fighting your way through high-school would not get you into princeton or yale, and while you were smart, a history of hallway-brawls would only deter that. it was why you kept low, why you still tried even though giving up seemed like a much more tempting alternative.
and it was why you would give your all to the end-of-the-term test in english.
"y/n, dear." mrs. schulzter stepped in front of the door you were just about to walk through after your other classmates, blocking your way. you nearly groaned, already knowing what she was making you stay behind for. "about the exam— is monday a good day for you to take it?"
everyone in your ELA class was already done with it. your teacher had offered a week of going over it in class so that you'd be at least a bit ready. but no one can truly come to understand logical fallacies, rhetorical appeals, the elements of literature, and literary analysis in 4 classes. you were by no means ready. to say that to your english teacher would be an embarrassment, though.
"yes, of course!" you chirped in reply, studying the way her slick-back bun glistened in the light with too much hairgel. it wasn't that you hated her, no. in fact, she was your favorite teacher. almost all of your other professors gave you two days to study and offered sorry excuses for notes before you had to take their tests, so of course you were grateful. she also taught your favorite subject. you just hated the school she taught at.
you watched her steadily smile, then turning to her desk and rummaging through the contents of an already-open drawer. as if she had prepared for this exact conversation. you shifted on your feet, anxious, and nearly visibly gawked at the binder she emerged with. it was the width of perhaps two thumbs, so wide you briefly wondered if you'd even be able to push through it in a day. when she circled back to you, she almost seemed to read your face for the horror on it.
"it's not as bad as it looks. i promise." the weight of the binder when mrs. schulzter dumped it into your arms said otherwise. you almost doubled over against the effort.
"right," you rasped, suddenly uncomfortable. she pursed her lips, looking at you a moment, and then turning back to her desk and seating herself in the chair.
"i also recommend asking around for notes you can study off of. i'm sure there are many who are willing to help," she spoke as she grabbed some papers and began scrawling things you couldn't see from where you stood, wincing to remember the snarky remarks and comments you'd probably have to face again if you seriously wanted said notes.... but.
suddenly cheery, you perked up, grinning happily. "sure! thanks, mrs. schulzter." and you were out the door, leaving a busy english teacher in your wake.
---
through the hubbub of loitering people and intertwined voices, was sam monroe. it was stupid, honestly, the crush you'd acquired on him just by staring at the back of his head in ELA or watching him in your periphery during PE. 7 days, and you were smitten.
it wasn't just the fact that he had a similar style to your own, or the fact that he never bothered you. he was handsome. genuinely good-looking. of course, the way sam dressed was partly the reason you were so drawn to him—you hadn't seen many guys like him before—but his face was also set so perfectly, so symmetrically. how he didn't already have a girlfriend—don't ask how you knew that—you would never know.
the fact that you liked him was not the only reason you were seeking him out to ask for his english notes, though, but because you had no one else to go to. not really. everyone in your english class you didn't know too well or didn't want to know at all. you figured sam had gone through the same shit you had been through in the past week with the same people who had been bothering you, so you just assumed he'd be different.
gathering your thoughts, you slipped into that unbothered version of yourself you didn't quite know and gripped the binder, finally trekking the remaining distance between your two figures. up close... sam shut his locker, turning to walk the other way and making direct eye-contact with you.
"hi," you near-squeaked, squirming beneath his vision. "i was just wondering if you had the engli—"
and then, he pushed past you.
it was that quick. sam was there, and then he wasn't, easing away from you and into the crowd of students as if you were mere air particles before him. you gawked, mouth agape, throat constricting, eyes widening, frozen.
---
in math—your least favorite subject save for science—you had time to think. think about your interaction with sam—or lack thereof. think yourself into delusion. you dumbed it down to the possibility that he was just really really eager to get to his next class, or that he was having a bad day, or that—
then came lunch, which always racked your nerves. it wasn't just because of the embarrassment that you had to sit at the end of the table of the calculus club or that the food was shit, it was just the feeling of being so congested, stuck in a room full of students you had only known for a week and very little actually kind people. it was suffocating. but today...
earlier, you had been considering actually going up to brooke daliah and asking for her notes instead. you were desperate at that point. but then she had asked if you wanted to sit at her lunch table during passing period, and it seemed genuine, until her many friends had laughed into their hands or giggled openly. it was getting to be a joke, how much they cared.
it didn't really matter, though, because you wouldn't be sitting at their table anyways. hadn't even considered it. instead, you made a beeline towards the tables in the back.
sam was sitting with one of the few people you'd ever seen him around. liam. his friend, most likely. he dressed sort of similar to him, acted almost the same from what you gathered, save for the fact that he was significantly bolder. they were laughing together, and you almost paused in your tracks to savor that smile on sam's face. the same smile that dropped almost instantly when you stepped closer, letting him know you weren't staying by standing at the edge of the table.
"hi," you spoke, your voice much more confident than how you truly felt. liam straightened, looking between you two, though you kept your eyes on sam, who stared up at you with an expression that suggested he was surprised.
"yea?" he asked, his head cocking ever so slightly to the left. you gripped the tray so hard you were worried it'd break, rings occasionally clacking against the plastic.
"i was gonna ask in the morning if you have the notes for the english test i was supposed to take a week ago. i need to borrow some—"
"i don't." your cold and stark demeanor instantly dropped for a second, mouth opening and closing like a fish searching for air, except, you were searching for a reply. "threw them out a while ago." he shifted, seemingly... nervous.
"oh—.."
"can't ask anyone else?" liam cut in, and then laughed. laughed. your hands flexed against the tray as your eyes strayed from him to sam. "too shy or something?"
"excuse m—?"
"he's not gonna help you just because you wear fishnets and band shirts, darling. you know how weird that sounds? ask someone else if you're not the little weakling they say you are."
red. red clouded your vision. you almost forgot to gather any semblance of maturity to respond. that nickname, the way he spoke to you. like you were crazy for even considering it. you looked to sam, like maybe he'd help you out, but you were stupid for thinking that, too. because he just blinked... catching your eye again, something faltered in his own.
you could've just left there. but you were petty. so, you straightened further with the last of your dignity and bit back at liam. "y'know what? the only action you get is your own hand, and i've been able to gather that in 7 days, so i wouldn't be talking much if i were you. either way, to call me weak when you look like you'd pass out if you did get any action is just comical, liam. so really, stick to the drama kid regime." you had no idea what possessed you to say that by the time you were out the lunch doors and far from any english notes or stupidly handsome faces.
---
now, gathering your things from your locker shortly after school had ended, you had not just one math class, bored out of your mind to think, but a whole weekend. though, it didn't take 2 days alone to decide you hated sam monroe and his minion and you would for the rest of your life.
it might've been stupid, sure. you could see why getting so riled up over english notes would be dumb, but you truly liked him, truly thought him to be different. not only were you surprised when he didn't care much for you, but you got... angry. did he not understand? were you the weird girl they deemed you to be?
even though you hated your new school, you couldn't hate your mom for hauling you to california if it was because she wanted to be nearer to your grandparents after your father's death. you honestly believed her when she promised you'd actually be staying this time, too. but a part of you wanted to hate her. it was selfish and petty, you knew that. but in some strange way, it could make sense why.
shutting your locker door closed, you made to turn around and walk out of the school, eager for the coming weekend, but instead, you collided with a chest. you were already halfway through an absentminded apology when you realized who you had bumped into. sam stood in front of you, shifting on his feet. though you were quite tall for the average girl—5'8—he still managed to tower over you. your lips twisted into a scowl, eyes involuntarily rolling.
"oh. it's you. are you here to tell me i'm weak again? cause that's saying a lot if i could use you and your little minion as a pair of fucking skis," you bit out, staring daggers directly at him. for some reason—one you didn't want to think too much of—the look of pain on his face that faltered after one second made you want to take the words back, even though they had been building up in your throat since lunch. he tilted his head to the side, eyes falling to what he held in his extended hand. your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, but you realized before he could even explain exactly what he was holding.
"i'm guessing that means you don't want the english notes?" you basically choked on air, your lips parted in shock, eyes blowing wide. heat clouded your face, so blaring and distracting you barely even remembered who you were in that moment, for you had just disrespected him when he was willing to help you with something you genuinely needed. something inside you shriveled up and died, and you guessed it was that newfound confidence that came with hatred. how you had managed to embarrass yourself three times in front of him in the span of one school day, you'd never understand.
"oh— uh—" you cleared your throat, straightening. "i didn't—"
"it's fine," he shrugged with one shoulder, shifting on his feet yet again. carefully, slowly, you grabbed the binder from his hands, your own shaking, and opened it up to make sure this wasn't some prank. he was being genuine, it seemed.
"you— you said you didn't have these." you met his eyes again, shutting the notes and tucking it under one arm. sam shoved his hands in his pockets, looking away. he seemed almost... nervous. the thought made you crumble in on yourself.
"yea, uhm— liam can be a bitch sometimes." he licked his lips free of dryness, and you hated yourself for studying that small movement, how your cheeks no doubt grew even redder than they already were. your knees were weak with loitering embarrassment.
"i've gathered," was your only response, your eyes straying away for a moment. he looked back at you once again.
"i just didn't want him thinking—"
you nodded, showing him he didn't have to continue what he was saying. it was quiet a moment, and so awkward you wanted nothing more than to disappear from his sight.
"uh— sorry about him, by the way," sam finally gave into the quiet, his hand rubbing at the nape of his neck. it was so strange, how nice he was being when he had just ignored you in the morning. the remembrance of that moment by his locker made you briefly consider asking him about it, but you only muttered a quick, "it's ok."
"uhm, thanks for these," you spoke a moment later, the only thing you could think to say that would cover up the silence. you held up the notes again and sam nodded. "i'll give these back on monday, when i have the test." you dropped them again, and he backed away.
"alright. good luck, it's harder than it looks." and he was gone.
---
the whole weekend was spent studying, studying some more, and then studying even more. sam's notes were a big help, as were the material mrs. schulzter gave you, which you barely even managed to push through. occasionally, little doodles or quotes would appear throughout his many pages of english work, all funny enough to draw a smile or a laugh out of you despite yourself.
your interaction with sam refused to leave your mind, no matter how much you burrowed yourself in words and books and more words. it was probably the most awkward moment of your life. you had quite literally dissed him and he had just handed you what would help you pass this test anyways. to say you felt bad was an understatement.
but as you stepped into the english classroom during free period on monday to finally take the test, almost every thought other than what you had studied so thoroughly left your mind.
sam wasn't lying. the test was horrible. it took almost all of the 1 hour you had to complete it, and even after turning it in, a sour taste was left in your mouth, accompanied by doubts and worries that you had failed.
the only advantage you had on your side was the fact that you had so fervently went over the material. other than that, you were on your own. upon stepping out of the classroom, nerves still racking your body, you made a plan to hand sam his notes back during passing period.
and so, as soon as the bell rang, announcing the last class of the day, you were beelining towards his locker. he never came. you waited only a few minutes, until you were almost certain you'd be late to PE if you waited any longer. at least there, you'd be able to see if sam came to school at all.
apparently, he hadn't. sitting atop the bleachers, you only managed to catch sight of liam, who's presence repulsed you beyond compare. when ms. cotter announced the third day of the volleyball unit, you sat especially close to him so she'd pair you two together. your plan worked, because soon enough, you were on one side of the net, standing beside him and a few other people you barely even knew.
"liam," you hissed, keeping your eyes on the ball that flew between the two teams. your ponytail swung as it bounced to you, quickly setting it over the net again. you didn't spare even a glance towards the boy beside you.
"what?" he panted, pivoting even when he didn't need to.
"where's sam?" you asked, watching the middle left beside you attempt to spike and only get blocked by the person across from you. you quickly bumped it back.
"why do you care," liam sneered, and upon looking quickly to him to see if he'd set the ball flying right at him, you realized he was staring intently in your direction. you smiled cruelly at him when it hit him directly in the forehead, making him stumble back.
"i need to give him back his english notes." his scowl was one of fury. you grabbed the ball that had rolled to your feet and passed it over to the other team so they could serve.
"he's watching over his brother. sick or somethin'," liam replied, rubbing at the red spot on his head. you hummed, getting back into position and bending your knees.
the game went on. eventually, your team lost, and you took the break that commenced as an opportunity to ask more about sam. you swiped up your water bottle from beside your backpack on the benches, seeking out liam once again and ambling over to him. he was seated on the floor, sipping from his own water.
"what's his address?" you demanded, stopping before him and leaning your weight onto one leg. liam's brown eyes narrowed when he glanced up at you, hands flexing against the plastic in his hands.
"whose, sam's?"
"no, the gym teacher's. yes, sam's." despite yourself, you slumped into a sit a good distance from him, your temple resting against the wall. he scowled, studying you for a moment and looking away.
"you're weird as hell, y'know that?" was his lame response. you huffed a humorless laugh, shaking your head and staring out at the playing teams.
"can't call me weird when you've been called weird yourself."
liam hummed an agreement, shrugging his shoulders. "okay, but why should i tell you, anyways?"
"because he needs his notes?" you scoffed.
"no, why should i tell you after what you said to me?" liam rolled his eyes, looking away. your heart stuttered in your chest. he had a point. what you had said to him at that lunch table... you shook your head.
"i won't regret what i said until you regret what you said."
finally, you felt his eyes bore into the side of your face, and you resisted the urge to squirm. silence rushed over the two of you, and when liam grunted and struggled to a stand, you briefly let defeat draw you into its arms.
but then, before he could make a move to walk away, he uttered sam's house number and street, and quickly shuffled to the other side of the room, getting ready for the next rotation. you lifted your head from where it rested on the wall, humming a surprise. after you had quite literally told him no one would ever love him enough to have sex with him, you doubted he would tell you, and then was left to wonder why he did. you knew you wouldn't if he came up to you and asked you where you're friend lived. but now, you had sam's address, and already, it was engraved into your mind.
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"hi! is sam home?"
for this occasion, you had taken out your bridge, snake and eyebrow piercings, leaving only your earrings in, slicked your hair back into a ponytail, and dressed in a white, floral sundress you had found at the back of your older sister's closet. you had also gotten rid of the black eyeliner and the heavy glam, opting for simple mascara, blush, and concealer. it was so... unlike you. you knew his parents wouldn't be home, but you would feel out of place in his beautiful house if you had kept to your usual style. in your hands, you gripped his binder, anxiously toying with the feel.
the little boy in front of you—who you assumed was his brother—looked strangely at you. he didn't even utter a hello back, keeping his eyes on yours as he called out into the house.
"sam!" something inside you cringed as you pushed your wispy bangs out of your eyes and quickly straightened your back. "your girlfriend's here!"
the smile you were fighting to keep on your face instantly dropped. "oh— no— that's not— we're—"
"sam!!" the little boy yelled louder, making you shrivel in on yourself. you considered turning on your heel and bolting down the street, and you were so close to doing so, when footsteps sounded above his head, and sam appeared at the top of the stairs over his brother's shoulder. your face ignited with burning, hot red heat, eyes still wide with horror.
the boy cocked his head, squinting his eyes. he sniffled, the sound wet with sickness. "my mom says no girls are allowed in the house because the last time sam had one over, they made a ba—"
"okay, ryan." suddenly, sam was at his side, pushing him from the door and further from where you stood, choking on air at his words. "that's enough. go play with your trucks." happily, his brother—ryan—turned and ran down the hall, nearly tripping and falling.
"sorry— about him," sam rasped, grabbing the edge of the door and opening it wider. his dyed, blue-black hair glinted in the light. "that— that was a while ago..." you searched for breath as you nodded, eyes still blown wide.
"no— that's fine—" was what came out of your throat, even though you felt like throwing up your lunch then and there. he stared at you, taking you in as you recovered, racking your brain. you barely even registered the look in his eyes as they ran over your body, the sound of him clearing his throat being what pulled you from your embarrassment.
"uhm— come in." sam motioned for you to step inside, which you quickly shook your head at, eyes closing for a moment as you felt the heat slowly die from your cheeks.
"i'm— actually just here to—" you extended the hand holding his notes out, which his eyes automatically fell to, feet shifting below him. "—deliver this."
sam bit the inside of his lip, hesitantly reaching out to grab it from your hands. without something to squeeze on, your fingers shook as you rested your arms by your side again.
"oh, okay. thanks." silence. again. god, could this get any more awkward? pursing your lips, you nodded once, slowly backing away.
"yea, sure. i'll see ya around—"
"wait— how— how did you do on the test?" your feet paused below you, mind yelling at you to run away despite his attempts to keep you there. wait— he was attempting to keep you there? why else would he just randomly ask about your stupid english exam? he certainly didn't care what you got, right?
"uh— i don't know yet. mrs. schulzter said i'd get my grade back on wednesday, so i won't know until then." you pivoted back to fully face him once again, eyes on a stray rock at your feet.
"how do you... think— you did?" sam asked anyways, eyes assessing your closed body language. why was this so embarrassing?
"well... it was pretty hard— so maybe an A- or something." your shoulder lifted in a shrug, eyes finally meeting his despite yourself. "what— what did you get?"
"a B+," sam looked away, face scrunching in what you could only guess was embarrassment. you were briefly surprised, which made your heart sink in guilt.
"cool."
silence. your shoulders were hunched over, closing in on your chest. if he didn't realize you were getting increasingly uncomfortable, you didn't know what would.
"you uhm— look good today." sam shrugged, eyes only shortly meeting yours before straying away, and you were briefly grateful they had, because your face ignited once again in a flurry of heat and redness. "i've never really seen you without—"
"thank you— i just decided— y'know..."
"yea.."
more quiet.
"are you sure you don't wanna come in?" he finally asked, eyes meeting your down-turned face, still blooming with blush. "i just got the new limp bizkit ablum..."
how—? your eyes widened in surprise, head jerking up to meet his gaze, which was staring intently at you.
"how did you know i like limp bizkit?"
you watched his face contort into that of embarrassment and surprise, nose scrunching slightly. your heart squeezed in your chest. "i— uh— saw you with their shirt a couple days ago..."
you really, really didn't want to feed into your delusions— but now, he was giving you a reason to do so! he had remembered a band tee you had worn last thursday— there was absolutely no way he didn't feel.. nothing.
"oh— okay, then." quickly, sam stepped out of the way, allowing you into his house. upon stepping inside, you banished every invading thought from your mind and focused on the beauty of the area. it truly was really pretty. down the hall, you could vaguely hear ryan laughing and chatting with no one but himself. you were... you were in sam monroe's house. it was so.. strange. you felt out of place despite having altered almost everything about your usual style. like you just weren't made for extravagant buildings.
you turned back to sam, but he was already motioning for you to follow him up the steps. you quickly did, taking in every minor detail you knew you didn't need to. he led you through slim corridors, finally stopping at a door that was quite jacked up, dents all over it, handle slightly bent. sam pushed it open, allowing you inside. it was...
you gawked, eyes blowing wide even though his room was just as you imagined it to be. band posters varying from slipknot to papa roach to my chemical romance pasted on the walls, dark bedsheets, clothes strung across the floor that he aimlessly kicked at as you scanned the scenery. now, you were in sam monroe's room. that didn't even register, though, every ounce of trepidation or awkwardness leaving your body.
"woah— i like your room!" you grinned, shutting the door behind you. you barely even noticed his eyes, lit up upon seeing your awe.
"thanks," he spoke back, his face remaining neutral as he shuffled his feet. you ambled to his desk, which held records and vinyls and CDs you could barely even sift through. there was a CD left open on a folder in the center, and upon closing it, you realized it was said limp bizkit album. you gasped, scanning the tracks and the cover, flipping it over in your hands at least 5 times.
"i didn't think you—" you turned to him, holding it up, eyes still wide. almost immediately, a smile bloomed on his lips, and you forgot all about the band or the album or anything about music at all. he even laughed. laughed.
"you thought i was lying so i could get you to come in?" sam huffed, eyes crinkling with the coming of that grin. you smiled yourself, because it was so.. contagious. surprising.
"no— i just—" sam shook his head, piercings glinting in the light. "i—" you choked out, laughing as well. "i didn't mean it like that— i promise—"
"hope so." suddenly, he was walking up to you, then walking past you, flipping open his radio and motioning for you to put the CD in with that stupid grin still loitering on his lips.
you struggled to move your legs, somehow having been glued in place, but managed to trek the short distance and push it into the spinner. he shut the top and clicked the on button, and music blasted into the room. you hummed, sitting on his bed and closing your eyes as you listened in.
it was good. though... you expected no less from limp bizkit because... well, they were limp bizkit. everything they made you absolutely adored, and although you never felt any calling towards playing in bands or anything, they often made you seriously consider it. you imagined sam had already listened to it, even though your eyes were closed. at some point, you felt the mattress sink beside you, his knee slightly bumping against yours. it all felt like a fever dream, listening to one of your favorite band's newest album you had been searching relentlessly for with the guy you had liked for only 7 days... well, now 9.
occasionally, your head would bob to the beat, your brows furrowing in concentration. one song bled into another, and on what you guessed was the 4th song, sam's voice rang through the music.
"i don't think it's their best work—"
"what!" your eyes flew open, immediately meeting his. he pursed his lips, shrugging.
"i mean— c'mon. this one just doesn't compare to results may vary. the songs on there are too good.."
"are we listening to the same album— or?.." he huffed a laugh, looking at his lap. "results may vary was good— but this shit is gonna change history!"
"results may vary already did—" sam countered, narrowing his eyes at you. you threw your arms out at your sides, giving him an incredulous look.
"this is fucking gold. gold cobra. gold. how do you not—" sam cocked his head, another smile enveloping his lips. "i mean— if you're not gonna appreciate all that limp bizkit quite obviously put into this album— then what's the point! they seriously did not disappoint, and as soon as i get the vinyl version, i will use it and i will never stop using it and listening to this so every time you come over— you'll learn to be grateful—"
"you're a nerd." he laughed, shaking his head. you paused in your words, brows knitting together as your eyes finally met his once again.
"i am not—"
"i've never seen anyone get so defensive over an album. you're a nerd." sam laughed again. and laughed. and laughed. you scrunched your nose in anger, shoving his arm and sending him a look.
"limp bizkit isn't a joke!" you countered. he only continued his laughing, and you couldn't help but smile, because god.. he was so pretty when he laughed. "i don't see what's funny."
"you're smiling too," he argued, cocking his head. you attempted at twisting your lips into a scowl, but your poker face was shit, and you ended up grinning even further.
"it— i..." you tried. failed. sam huffed a laugh, studying your face. somehow, he had leaned in so close you could make out light freckles dotting his cheeks. now seemed like the worst of times to ask, but you were growing bold, and your tongue moved according to its own agenda.
"why did you ignore me that morning?"
immediately, the mood in the room changed. sam sucked in a breath. you heard it, saw the way he gulped down air, his adam's apple bobbing. it made you swallow, too. something passed in his eyes, a look of uncomfortableness. when he looked away, staying quiet, you were sure you fucked up. certain. he wasn't gonna answer, and you would make yet another fool of yourself around him. embarrassment. it clouded your chest, weighed down your legs and your arms, killed what was left of your dignity as you watched him play with the rings on his fingers. you ruined it. you ruined the moment. the moment you had been dreaming about.
"oh my god— i'm so—"
"don't apologize. i'm sorry." hope gave your heart wings and ripped them off once he left you wondering exactly why. "i guess i was just.. nervous. and— i saw you— and i didn't know what to do, so i just.. left. i didn't want to embarrass myself or anything in case i did something stupid— or said something stupid. i didn't want to hurt you. i didn't mean it."
your eyes grew wide, a breath stuttering in your chest. "nervous?"
finally, he looked at you. finally, you asked.
"why— why were you—"
you were cut off before you could finish that sentence, his lips on yours so fast that you barely had time to register what was happening. this— your first kiss. it was so stupid. your first kiss ever. you had no idea what to do, or why he was doing it. alone in your room, late at night, you had fantasized about something like this happening, and now? you didn't know how to move your lips, or where to put your hands. you almost forgot to close your eyes, only remembering when his own fluttered shut. fluttered. your heart was throbbing in your chest. you could hear it in your ears, in the silence that commenced. could he hear it too? it lasted 3 seconds. you counted. after those 3 seconds ended, he pulled away until your noses just barely grazed each other. and stared.
you were freaking out. you were freaking out. one kiss, and you felt everything inside of you light on fire, warning you to get the fuck out of there. but you wanted more. sam stared, his breath fanning across your own. there was something so... so... you couldn't find the right word. the music in the background was barely even there anymore.
"y/n—"
and then you were up and bolting out the door.
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sam was standing at his locker.
it was passing period. right after free block. you were suddenly back on that friday afternoon, gathering yourself to go ask him for stupid english notes, so nervous you were practically forcing air down your throat.
you had been ignoring him.
it wasn't because the kiss was bad. no. it was so great. it was better than you had ever imagined. you didn't even know why you left and completely avoided him up until 2 days later, now wednesday, but you had. perhaps it was because you feared he had somehow guessed at your inexperience. if you could tell he was definitely experienced himself, then who was to say he couldn't tell you weren't? it embarrassed you.
you were also terrified it'd leave to sex. you were too young. you had decided against it a while ago. it honestly scared you, losing your virginity to someone with the possibility of losing them. you knew... something in you knew, that if you said anything against it in that moment, he'd stop. but it still worried you.
since you had started avoiding him, he had tried coming up to you in class, after class, before class, on your way home, at your home... he even tried to stop you from leaving that fateful day in his room, but you had been doing a good job of ridding him from your life.
but, in those two days you had to think, you decided you did want him in your life. he would be the one who you'd lose your virginity to, if it came down to it. he'd be the one you'd call your first boyfriend.
steadying your breath, you walked up to sam. he was rummaging through his locker. you tapped on his shoulder.
when he turned around and met your eyes, his own lighting with what you knew was hope, everything you planned to say scattered and exited your mind like there was a fire exploding in your skull. maybe there was. quiet. he studied you, brows furrowed in confusion, face lit with happiness, but you couldn't bring yourself to explain why you had come up to him. so instead, you shoved the paper you were holding like a lifeline into his chest, his hands coming to quickly grab it, and turned on your heel, walking the other way.
sam contemplated going after you, but the page you had forced into his grip called to him. seeing you ignited hope he had since rid himself of. hope that you had decided to stop ignoring him. maybe— he wouldn't get excited over something that would probably not happen considering how fast you fled just now. so, he pulled the paper from his chest, eyes leaving your retreating figure and landing on the contents.
your english test. a 100%. an A+. written below the grade, in handwriting that fit your personality so well, were words that made that hope reignite. made him believe there was something. made him smile. 'i guess your english notes were worth the hassle i went through to get'.
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i hope you like the plot i added to it cause idk how i feel abt it 😭
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Sacred New Beginnings
Chapter 5
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A/N- this is NOT a finale guys! After much deliberation I decided I have too much to say for only 3 chapters, so we are on this train until I’m ready to give it up! 😂
Summary- it’s the morning after Mav and Penny’s wedding, and there are revelations to unpack as new drama unfolds.
Song inspo- Sunday kind of love- Etta James, You send me- Sam Cooke, Ironic- Alanis Morissette, Karma- Taylor Swift
Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)
Warnings- language, drinking, smut (wrap it up kids) minors dni.
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Bradley wakes up to one of the worst hangovers he’s had in his adult life. He made it home and proceeded to drain most of his liquor cabinet after the wedding, it had been a bad day all around and seeing you and Jake wrapped up in each others arms after years of worrying was the icing on the cake. He knew logically he had no room to be pissed off, you knew everything now and there would be no salvaging your love life. He had hoped to explain it himself, maybe find a way to convince you it was nothing but in reality he knew that wasn’t the case. He’d continued a relationship with Mirage after you left, whether or not it was just sex didn’t really matter, he’d slept with someone else. His therapist had told him weeks ago that he believed Bradley was in love with the idea of love and having a family, less in the people he was in relationships with and while it had hurt to hear he knew somewhere in him it was true.
He’d loved the attention and adoration from his partners, and some part of him had loved Stormy once; but the two of you disagreed fundamentally on so many things. You were career driven, he wanted you to retire in the next 5 years so you could start a family, he wanted to stay in California and you had always dreamed of settling down south near your grandmother’s old home. When he’d seen you becoming more successful than him it had set a fire in him and he used it to burn your relationship to the ground. He didn’t deserve you, and he certainly didn’t get to dictate who you chose to be with after him.
As he stumbled through the house to let out his dog he appraised the damage. His clothes were scattered everywhere, liquor cabinet raided and somehow he’d left the fridge open. He was a mess right now, if his mother could see him she’d be so disappointed. He finally finds his phone in the couch cushions, messages and missed calls from Nat and Rueben clogging his notifications. He couldn’t dig into all of that right now, so he just called Nat to let him know he was ok, yanking the phone from his ear as she screamed into the phone.
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!”
“Jesus dude I was asleep what the hell is wrong? You have a key you could’ve just come over if it’s that serious, who died?”
“Bradley. You haven’t been on instagram today have you?”
“No, but I already know about Jake and Stormy so if they went instagram official I’d rather not-“
“Wait what?! Never mind that’s not what this is about. You need to go to Mirage’s profile, right now.”
Bradley scrolls through the app and clicks on her profile, expecting to see she decided to stop waiting on him and find a boyfriend now or something stupid like that, only to be met with a carousel of photos. Pictures of the two of them, and at the end a picture of a pregnancy test, two pink lines confirming something he never dreamed of. Not only had she hard launched them, but she also told the world he was going to be a father…without confirming with him first. He was fucked.
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Meanwhile on the other side of North Island Jake is waking up to his version of heaven. His bed may be empty but he can hear the soft sound of you singing, and the smell of coffee and pancakes has him wandering down the hall. Your hair is in a messy knot, you’ve got one of his Texas longhorn t shirts on and you and Patsy Cline are crooning “Walking after midnight.” Flitting back and forth between chopping fruit and flipping pancakes, you sway to the song (your grandmother’s favorite) and he’s sure this is the best morning of his life. He sneaks up behind you to spin you and you shriek and giggle, swatting him with the spatula as he kisses your cheeks and forehead.
“Morning Tex, how’d you sleep?” You say with a big grin, running your free hand over his tanned torso and you catch him close his eyes and shiver into your touch.
“Mm, I’ll be honest darlin’ might have been the best night of sleep in my whole life, ‘cept I woke up alone and almost thought you were a dream.” He plucks the spatula from your hand and hip bumps you away from the stove, taking over your spot cooking and you make your way to the coffee pot to pour him a mug.
“I uh- I cancelled my flight for this afternoon” you’re trying to be nonchalant about it but you can tell by the way his head snaps up he is holding on to your every word.
“And I may have asked Uncle Beau for a favor and extended my leave for the rest of the week… I hope that’s ok, I’m not ready to leave you yet.”
You look a little nervous as he turns the stove off and looks at you, but he takes two big strides and yanks you into his arms, pulling at your (his) shirt and kissing you hard and you know you had nothing to worry about.
You both laugh into each other’s mouths, he’s hoisted you into his arms and delicately places you on the kitchen table, rucking your shirt above your breasts as he nips and sucks on the exposed skin.
“Jake- breakfast” you breathe out and he grins up at you between your thighs
“I want you for breakfast first baby, then we can have pancakes. Be a good girl and take it ok?”
He brings you to your release three times before he lets you up, grabbing the plates from the counter and sitting you in his lap. Between bites you reach into his shorts and pull him free lining yourself up with him and he hisses into your mouth.
“What’re you up to sweet thing?”
“Shhh, wanna be close baby, need you”
You take turns feeding each other while you slowly rock yourself on Jake, and it definitely is the best morning either of you have ever had.
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Neither of you had even touched your phones since you left the wedding the night before, it was nearing 5 pm and you had spent the day watching movies and letting Jake fuck you in every room of his house, finally deciding the two of you needed to eat you dragged yourself to his room to get your phone off the charger to order takeout. When you turned your phone on you were bombarded with notifications, nearly deciding to just turn it back off once you noticed you had a notification from Bradley. You ordered dinner and continued to ignore the overwhelming amount of messages, annoyance etched on your face when you came back to the living room, and Jake reached for your phone already knowing you wouldn’t want to pop the perfect bubble of the day.
“You don’t have to look at any of this shit today if you don’t want to y/n, we can worry about it tomorrow.”
You sighed and ran your hand over your face, it wasn’t that easy even if he tried to make it that way. “Will you just look for me? Tell Nat I’m not interested in hashing out the drama tonight and we can talk at lunch.”
He nodded and scrolled through, but as you watched his face you immediately knew something was wrong.
“Ok maybe you do need to tell me, what happened? Is someone hurt?”
He shook his head but looked almost nauseous, so you yanked the phone from his hands, he didn’t even bother to try and keep it from you.
On the screen was almost 30 messages from Phoenix, begging you not to check instagram. It had been hours since her last message but she seemed insistent that you call her first. She picked up on the first ring, screeching into the phone before you could say anything.
“Jesus! Where the fuck have you been Stormy? I had half a mind to come over to Hangman’s to beat the door down.”
“We decided to shut our phones off, sorry Tash. What is wrong? Please tell me everyone is ok.”
“Everyone’s safe, it’s not that kind of emergency. But it’s not good y/n. Bradley apparently saw the two of you last night, and then…”
“Then what? What Nat?”
“Y/n…Mirage is pregnant.”
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You knew it was the wrong way to respond, Jake had dropped his fork right out of his mouth at Nat’s declaration; that definitely seemed like more of a normal response. You on the other hand looked unhinged as doubled over in laughter, gasping for air as tears poured from your eyes.
“Seresin, what’s happening? Is- is she laughing?”
Jake looks at you like you have 3 heads but still manages to take your phone from your shaking form,
“Yeah Phoenix it looks like it”
“Do we need to be worried?”
“Too soon to tell, let me figure this shit out and we’ll call you later.”
He hangs up and takes your hand, you’re coming down from it now as you swipe the tears from your face, still trying to stifle giggles.
“Oh God,” you gasp out “I’m so sorry, but you seriously can’t make this shit up can you?” You erupt into another round of giggles and now Jake can’t help but join in, this really is a shitshow.
Finally you settle and he looks at you with concern, but you wave him off and move your take out boxes to the coffee table as you scoot into his lap. Running your hands through his hair you lean in to kiss him and as much as he doesn’t want to he pulls back to get you to look at him.
“I’ll let you bury yourself in me if you need baby but you still gotta talk to me ok? What’s going on in that pretty head?”
You shake your head at him and peck his lips, you knew he wouldn’t let you get away with pushing it aside.
“Is it strange that I almost feel bad for him? He’s burned his whole world down, knowing what I know now I would never want to be around him let alone with him again, and while I have thrived in his absence he just keeps ruining his life. I don’t miss him, but I pity him. Does that make sense?”
It’s definitely not the response he expected, he thought you’d be hurt and that it would rehash all the emotional damage you’d dealt with, he can’t help but be impressed.
“You’re taking this a whole lot better than I thought sugar, I gotta be honest.”
You pull him close as you straddle his hips, running your nose along his cheekbone and press kisses to his face.
“Like I told you, I don’t miss him. I don’t want him. I want you. This isn’t avoidance Jake, I moved on and I want to spend the rest of my life with you if that’s what you want too. So can we stop worrying about Rooster and his emotional bullshit and just go back to being us?”
He lets you take the lead, settling into the couch with you and switching the long forgotten movie back on, whatever his wingman’s problems are don’t include him after all. He’s got bigger things on his mind, like getting you back to San Diego or requesting a transfer to Pensacola. Maybe getting the two of you a bigger house with a yard, a dog or two and a backyard big enough to fill with your own kids. As he falls asleep trapped under your warm embrace visions of what could be dance behind his eyes, and he makes a mental note to ask his mother for Grandma Seresin’s engagement ring.
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🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — what’s your name?
pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader
summary: your best friend dustin insists that you go to the highschool dance, promising he would bring your forever crush mike wheeler, however plans change and surprises arupt but happy surprises
warnings: none
age of pairing: 15-16
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“oh come on y/n, it’ll be fun!” dustin persuaded. you kept walking hugging your textbooks with your backpack killing your posture. “i said it four times and i will say it again, no!” you shouted coming to halt and turned around to face the annoyingly persistent boy you called your best friend.
you closed your eyes for a moment and sighed, trying to resist his puppy dog eyes. “please please please! if you say yes, ill give you any one of my graphic novels!” “dustin, i do not want any of your comic books,” you sighed and he muttered a small, “they’re graphic novels—how about i convince any boy to go as your date! that guy in your algebra class you keep eyeing? done. or that guy that was your science seat partner last year?! what was his name again?? joshua? sam?” dustin continued, practically talking to himself as you continued walking ignoring him.
dustin usually never begged you for anything but so this was a first because him and his ‘hellfire’ friends pranked one of the teachers and were banned from going to the dance this week. none of them wanted to go so it wasn’t a problem but suzie, dustin’s supposedly beautiful girlfriend, was flying in tomorrow which meant he could take her.
luckily the principal said they could go if they were someone’s date since they didn’t want to “get involved with any love or relationships,” referring to someone who went to the school which meant suzie couldn’t be a liable reason. now dustin was here petitioning for you to be his date so he could go and then take suzie secretly as he probably ditches you once he enters the building. as his bestfriend you warned his about the prank and so this was like karma.
dustin then snapped out of it grabbed into you shoulders to turn you around. “ok, name your price. y/n please i’ll do anything! you just need to come with me.” he pleaded, getting onto his knees. you looked around the hallway, people were staring and it was definitely embarrassing.
you groaned and thought about it, what could dustin possibly grant you if you would go with him. then a little lightbulb lit up above your head, “hmmm anything you say?”
he could see your mischievous little grin appear on your face but he chose to ignore it. then it suddenly hit him, “oh no no no. y/n no ANYTHING but that.” his eyes got wide hoping that you were joking. you turned around and shook off his arms from your shoulders, “ok fine then i guess you won’t be able to go to the dance with your little suzie-poo.”
he buried his face in his hands and followed you once again, “fine!” his reluctance was due to the fact you had a massive crush on dustin’s childhood best friend, mike wheeler. dustin had found this out a few years ago and tried almost everything to convince you that you could date anyone except mike. mostly because he couldn’t stand the thought of his two best friends dating, he was completely grossed out at the thought of his bestfriends making out.
the weird thing was you hadn’t seen mike in a long time. but he’s been your crush since you were little and even though there had been other guys, he was the one you’ve always liked. the last time you’ve seen him and talked to him was about three years ago, before you moved away to new york and came back just in time for sophomore year in highschool. he probably had grown a lot and changed but he will always be your favorite boy.
you smiled and turned around, putting out a hand, “shake on it.” he hesitantly shook your hand, desperate to go to the dance. you had asked dustin a million times when you could go out with mike and now he had no choice but to say yes.
“hey but don’t look too pretty, i don’t want mike to actually fall for you or something,” dustin warned. you skipped playfully down the hall in excitement for the dance this weekend, “don’t worry, i’ll dress up the prettiest and put lots of makeup!” you retorted sarcastically. “NOT FUNNY Y/N!” he yelled back before you turned the corner.
you were in your room with max, cleaning out your closets for the best outfits. you and max both stared at the mirror with your perfect fitting dresses, “well i think we’re ready.” she stated grabbing her purse and taking your hand. she pulled you out of the house before your parents could stop the two of you and waste time with pictures.
when the two of you entered, lucas handed max a lovely corsage that matched the one he tucked in his suit upper pocket. “max, you look pretty—pretty awesome. uh do you like to dance?” lucas asked, clearly nervous. “dance? oh i’d love to.” max responded taking his hand and dragging him to the dance floor.
you patiently waited for dustin as he was going to introduce you to mike. you talked to a few friends and danced while waiting until the familiar curly haired boy entered the gym. you immediately knew it was dustin and was going to yell at him for being late. “jesus christ dustin you’re late! and a full hour too!” you shouted.
luckily the loud music and laughter covered it up so no one noticed but he definitely did. “oh um-“ you cut him off, done with all his stupid excuses he was probably thinking of. “you know what i don’t even care for why you’re late but you clearly didn’t live up to your side of the bargain.” you snapped, looking around him to see if he brought mike.
“y/n—” he began again attempting to explain but you interrupted once again. “you know i should’ve known you would’ve forgotten about your dear best friend who helped you even be here! all i asked you was to bring mike with you!” you complained.
just then suzie walked in, approaching dustin with a huge smile. as annoyed and mad you were at dustin, you couldn’t ruin this for this girl who came all the way from fucking utah to be with him for the dance. “whatever, go with your girlfriend and we’ll talk about this later,” you demanded only leaving him to smile and hug you, “thank you thank you thank you!” he ran away without another word, grabbing suzie’s hand and getting to the dance floor.
so you were left alone, sitting on one of the cushioned chairs and held a red cup in your hand. “hey,” a voice made you look up. he looked familiar but at the same time was a complete stranger. “oh sorry, is this seat saved or something?” you laughed uncomfortably and got up from your seat, moving away. “no no! i just—just was wondering if that seat next to you was free?” he asked which made you sit back down.
“oh yeah totally,” you responded and pointed to the seat. there was an awkward silence but you didn’t really mind it. you just looked at your friends dancing on the dance floor which made you slightly jealous but at the same time you were so happy for them. even when you wanted to kill dustin at this point, time from time he looked over to you giving him the death stare which he quickly ran away from with suzie grabbing onto his shoulder.
“are you friends with dustin?” he asked from next to you. “yeah he’s my best friend, i’m just mad at him right now for a stupid reason,” you laughed trying not to think about it. “dustin’s also my best friend,” the guy said which made you a little surprised because dustin only had a few best friends technically only one since he said you could only have one best friend. and obviously it was you. right?
so who was this random guy telling you he was dustin’s best friend? “oh really? what’s his favorite son—” “—never ending story,” he answered proudly and crossed his arms. “but why?” you proceeded, cocking up an eyebrow and following his actions, crossed your arms. “because it’s his and susie’s favorite song, oh and susie’s his girlfriend if you didn’t know,” he smiled. you rolled your eyes at his new-profound arrogance but you tried to hide your smile.
after a little bit of conversation, without even exchanging names, you still danced with him and finally retired outside of the gym and by the brick wall, waiting for your ride. it was already night and the moon was shining onto he glimmering details of your dress. you smiled and stared at the sky, trying not to stare at him.
“you know after like four hours, we still haven’t exchanged names?” you took a sip of the coke in your hand. “yeah that’s pretty weird i guess, but it makes it cooler, keeps me all mysterious and dark,” he joked, looking at you and making weird expressions. you laughed at his joke, turning to see you.
“so why are you so mad at dustin?” he finally asked. “okay okay, the reason i’m mad at dustin is he promised me that this guy would come and you know take me to dance and be my date but he forgot so i just got mad, i know i know it’s stupid.” you explained.
he laughed at your response, “so this is all because of a guy?” he asked with a sarcastic tone. you rolled your eyes, “yea yea but he’s really cute and i’ve just liked him for a long time.” “and his name is…?” he insisted, nudging your shoulder for an answer. “mike—mike wheeler, i don’t know if you know him,” you kept your eyes on the sky and laughed at how ridiculous you probably sound right now.
if you turned to face him, you would’ve seen his shocked expression. he opened his mouth to say something but then you said something. “do you know him?” you asked with eagerness. “oh—um yeah he’s a friend of mine i guess,” he mumbled trying to keep his voice low. “ok then give me advice, do you think he’ll like me? like honestly—nevermind it’s stupid,” you looked him to your right with widened eyes but then quickly turned back to the sky, ignoring his reply.
his eyes laid upon you and stayed there, “i think he will,” he mumbled which missed your ears. your face light up and you relaxed your head on his shoulder, staring at the moon. “isn’t the moon beautiful tonight.” you said continuing to observe the bright light. “absolutely beautiful.” he said never moving his eyes from you though.
[honk—honk!]
the both of you turned to see a car parked in front of the school with bright headlights. it was your mom picking you up, she waved hi and you knew it was your time to go. “oh that’s my ride!” you exclaimed, getting off from your stance leaning against the brick wall and walking towards the car. he waved bye to you, “hey i’m y/n by the way!” you shouted while running to your car now, not wanting to keep your mom waiting.
“i’m mike—mike wheeler!” repeating your words introducing him earlier. you stopped in your tracks after hearing the four words coming out of the guy you just talked and danced with for the last four hours.
“and yes i do think he’ll like you.”
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thedragonqueensblog · 22 days
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Edward Cullen///Jealousy is everywhere
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Request by @misskitty1912-blog: Hi can I request Edward Cullen x Plus size female reader is sam and dean Winchester sister and is best friends with Castiel and Gabriel x Stefan Salvatore featuring jealous elane and bella but elane is with Damon and bella is with Jacob
Warnings: Bella Swan and Elena Gilbert bashing, mentioned of tying to shoot, death but reborn, mentioned of Dean being a demon and your other brother Sam being a soulless, parents death and more probably
A/N: Stefan and Caroline are going to be a couple in here if you guys don't like it then don't read, but rather than that I hope you love it if you don’t let me know and I’ll unwrite but if you do enjoy and thank you for requesting love!!
You looked at your family picture frame as tears were falling down your cheeks as you kissed the frame and you felt Edward wrapped his arms around you and he kissed your forehead “oh sweetheart don’t cry.”
You wipe off your tears and you lay the frame down on your shared bed. "It's hard not to."
He grabbed your hands with a sad smile, "I know sweetie but seeing you cry breaks me."
You leaned against his chest as he comforted you. “It's been years that I haven’t seen my best friends and my brothers.”
He pressed a kiss on your shoulder as he played with your hair. “We can go see them whenever you want, sweetheart.”
you smiled as you looked at him with love, "I don't know if Dean is still a demon or if Sam is still soulless if so it’s dangerous for us to be near.”
“What about your friends? They haven’t contacted you with updates of your brothers?” He asked
You shook your head. “no they’re probably l still mad or too busy trying to find a way to bring my brothers back.”
Edward was about to say something else when he heard your phone get a message from Stefan Salvatore, and saw you read the message
“Honey what did he say?” He asked trying to hide his jealousy since you told him that you were Stefan first crush
You rolled your eyes playful since you know that Edward is being jealous. “My love you know that I only love you and that I only have eyes for you whatever Stefan or I felt it’s in the past.”
He crossed his arms as he rolled his eyes, not trying to smile "so what does he want?"
“He’s inviting us to his wedding with Caroline Forbes.” You showed him the invitation that you got from Stefan on your phone
He looked over your shoulder then he looked at you. “isn’t she friends with that girl who's jealous of your friendship with Stefan?”
Before putting your phone down you saved the invitation and texted Stefan that you were going. “not anymore she stopped being friends with Elena when she made Caroline choose between me and her.”
He laughed as he shook his head. “That's Karma, that's what happens when you make someone choose she deserves that and even more.”
“Why are you letting Stefan and Caroline invite Y/n to their wedding?” Elena asked angrily after finding out that they send you the wedding invitation
Damon crossed his arms. “It's not my wedding Elena, they have the right to invite whoever they want, it’s their wedding, not mine, I don’t know why you don’t like her, she’s a great woman.”
She fumed as she rolled her eyes, “what’s so great about her? She’s nothing but a boring and stupid woman.”
“Listen here Y/n’s is Stefan's best friend and Caroline sees her as a sister, so if you don’t want to be uninvited to the wedding I suggest you to be quiet and to show her respect when she comes. ” He warns being done with Elena bullshit and jealousy
“Then I am not going.” She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms
“Then don’t come, that's fine with me I would rather not have you come if you’re going to be complaining the whole time.” He stormed off ignoring Elena calls out
Your family and you are at Isle Esme For a couple of days to get some fresh air and to get away from people and everything
“Finally a nice family vacation for the first time ever since that accident.” Emmett said as he looked around.
“I know right two weeks far from stupid people and it’s stupid problems:” Rosalie said agreeing with her husband Emmett
“Y/n?” Alice asked, pulling you aside from them “I need to tell you something that I saw.”
“What’s up?” You asked sounding confused on what she’s going to tell you since that look on her it looks like it’s something serious
She looks over at the family who was laughing and talking then at you, “I saw that your blood family is trying to find a way to get in contact with you.”
“What?” You asked as tears started to fall down from your cheeks “how if dean is a demon and Sam is soulless? And my best friends are probably still mad at me. You saw how they reacted when I told them that I married Edward and that he turned me into a vampire.”
She grabbed your shoulders before pulling you into a hug as she rubbed your back “not anymore honey I saw that your brothers and best friends are going to make a trip to Forks anytime soon.”
You wiped off your tears and pulled away from Alice gently. “I’m really happy to hear that, but I’m scared of my brothers reaction when I tell them that I married a vampire and that he turned me.”
“I know, but they'll understand why Edward had it to do it, you were basically dying but he saved you and you were reborn as a vampire.” She tried to reassure you
“I honestly don't know me and my brothers grew up as hunters and they'll be asking what I was doing that almost caused me to lose my life and why I married Edward.” You told her
“I was planning if you're not ready to tell them that you're a vampire we can get you contact lenses that match your human color eyes.” She smiles
“That’s a good idea and I love it but wearing them will make my eyes really irritated like the other time that I tried to use them and also they will find out the truth one way or the other and I really do want them to find out from me rather than for them to find out from someone else.”
“Yeah, that would suck if they were to be told by someone else rather than you. Maybe if they heard it from you they’ll understand and hopefully be happy for you guys” she said with hope
You laughed “Probably but in my mind I’m not trying to picture them not trying to shoot him because after all they’re hunters and really overprotective of me and dating someone mostly if he’s a vampire they will get really crazy.”
She laughs too "Do you think your brothers would do that? even if Edward's is their brother in law.”
You nodded your head "Yeah even if Edward is their brother in law they would still go crazy when it comes to vampires and me you don't know how overprotected they would get when I would go hunting with them and when I would bring the men over just don't tell Edward.”
Bella and Jacob arrived in Mystic falls days earlier before the wedding since Elena told her to since she made a plan to ruin your happiness and she wants her to be included in the plan
“So What’s the Plan?” Bella asked
Elena hands Bella a glass of water "Oh you're going to love it!!”
Bella takes a sip as she smiles “ tell me I want to know!!”
"So her brothers are not aware of her being married and her being a vampire.” Elena smirks
Bella raised an eyebrow, "Not following."
“Okay, so Y/n and her family are hunters, I mean just her friends and her brothers so think how would they react to know that their sister is dating a supernatural? Mostly if she's one as well.” Elena explains with a smirk on her face
"Say what? A hunter turned into a vampire? it seems like she betrayed her kind. Man we could tell her brothers that she is dating one of the supernatural and that she's one.” Bella smirks as well
“There you go, so I sent them an anonymous email to come to Mystic falls and They responded with an ok and that they will be here.”
“I can’t wait to see that look on Y/N’s face covered with sadness and tears. ”Bella laughs“ having no one but the Cullens comforting her since her brothers will hate her.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think about that and what is going to make me more angry that not only will she be comforted by Cullens but by my boyfriend and friends as well.” Elena fumed
Bella crossed her arms "tell me about it, Jacob will also be comforting her too, what's so special about her?”
"I agree but anyways, let's plan what we're going to wear for the wedding."
“Are you sure it’s safe for us to go to Mystic falls? What if it’s a trap?” Sam asked concerned for the safety of his brother and me
“I doubt it, and yeah I know that the Person that sent us that gmail was anonymous. I believe there’s no harm in going.” Dean said trying to erase his brother worries
“I hope you're right brother.”
“I'll go with you guys.” Castiel volunteers
“Count me in.” Gabriel smiles hoping that Dean and Sam would let him go with them
Dean and Sam looked at each other to see if one another were okay with Gabriel coming, and he smiled when both Dean and Sam gave him a approval nod
you smiled when you saw your friends waiting for you and your family with happy smiles on their faces except for Elena and Bella who were crossing their arms
you thanked your husband for opening the door for you as Caroline run up to you, hugging you really fast, almost making you fall down
"I'm so happy that you're here you don't know how much I have missed you.” Caroline smiles as she lets out tears “I Feel like it’s been forever since I saw you.”
"Since my wedding where I got told that my parents were dead, and that my brothers were out there.” You smiled sadly “but today is not the time to be sad, tomorrow is your wedding.”
“The wedding is today, but I can't wait any longer.” Elena tells Bella
"Then what are we waiting for? let's go tell them.” Bella smiles as she and Elena went outside to talk to the four men that got here
You smiled as you were doing Caroline's hair "I'm so happy for you, you deserve this and more.”
she smiles back at you through the mirror "thank you!! and I want to thank you again for everything that you have done for Stefan and me.”
“So wait not only are you telling us that Y/n our sister is married to a vampire but she's one of them too.” Dean was hurt not because you're married and didn’t tell Him and Sam because he felt that he didn’t protect you enough
"Please tell us that this is a joke.” Sam sniffed “that she’s not a vampire.”
"I wish I was joking But it's true.” Elena fakes to be sad as Bella does too
"Where is she? We have to talk to her." Castiel asked upset both Gabriel and he knew about your wedding but he didn’t know that you are a vampire
"Follow us and I'll take you guys to go see her."
“Thank you.” Gabriel said walking with them as your brothers and Castiel follow behind
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samwinchesterswifu · 1 year
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My Kink is Karma (Past Dean Winchester x Reader) (Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)
Requested: No
Set in between Seasons 13 and 14
Warnings: cute smut moment :)) , Dean being a big ole dirty cheater
Song Inspiration: "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan
Minors DNI!
A/n: as soon as I heard this song, all I could think about is writing about Sam eventually getting the girl tehehe
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It was during the stress of apocalypse world. She could still relive that night like a faint memory.
Dean hadn’t come home the night before, and he still wasn’t home the following morning. So, being the detective she is, she looks through the bank records of his cards and finds that he charged a motel room somewhere in Wichita. Her gut was screaming at her, eating her alive to go look. Racing to the garage, she grabbed her keys and sped off onto the highway. After some time, she finally arrived at the name of the hotel that was on his card. Seeing Baby parked out front she went to find what room he was in from the front desk. Gaining a key, she made her way to his room door quietly, her heartbeat racing out of her chest. Quietly as she could manage, she opens the motel door to find mounds of clothes all over the floor. Looking towards the bed she see’s Dean laying in bed with another woman, who was also naked. The light peering through the door awoke Dean. Once he saw her, he jumped up only in his boxers.
“This, this isn’t what it looks like, Y/N please,” Dean begged and she laughed as tears fell.
“Fuck you Winchester.” She screamed, waking up the other woman. Throwing the door key right smack in the middle of his chest.
Turning around and picking up her pace to make it to her car. As she’s getting ready to start it as Dean’s running out of the room still in his boxes and trying to throw a shirt over his head. She’s pulling out of the parking spot as he lands his hands on her hood, trying to stop her from leaving. Determination to get away from how vile of a man he was on her mind, she practically almost ran him over. She looked from the review mirror, and he stood in the middle of the parking lot screaming her name.
Getting back to the bunker, she rushed as fast she could. Bumping into Sam in the process. He looked heartbroken because he knew she would leave when they needed her the most. Giving a big hug, Sam whispers to her to be safe, and kisses her on her forehead. She was able to grab her things and leave the bunker before Dean ever arrived. She arrived at Jody’s not too long after her partings. Knocking on Jody’s door at 2 am. Jody answers in her PJ’s and she broke down in the middle of her doorway.
That was 4 months ago. She was thriving with the girls and helping them with their hunts. Taking the responsibility off Jody for the meantime so that she could take care of things at the station. For a while Dean would consistently blow up her phone, leaving begging text messages and voicemails. She had the guts to finally block his number at 2 weeks in. She thought Dean would come looking for her, but surprisingly it was peace. Sam was keeping her updated about the events going down.
Apoco Michael got to Dean, and they defeated Lucifer but Michael high jacked Dean. As much as her body screamed for her to run to their help, to help them find Dean, her heart was content with never interacting with him again.
It was silent for a few days. Her and Claire took on a solo hunt while the others rested. Defeating a rouge werewolf in Michigan, a case sent by Sam. Over the last few weeks, she and Sam have been texting quite a bit. Flirting in between giving out case information. Then, one morning Sam calls her. Telling her that they had found Dean and that Sam was exhausted. They needed her help. The desperation in Sam’s voice of needing another OG’s hand on something like this tugged at her heart. She wanted to help Sam, not Dean. And that’s what she had to remind herself of departing from Jody’s.
To say she was nervous to be back in the bunker again after the break up was an understatement. She shook with anxiety but was so excited to see Sam again. Pulling into the driveway, she makes her way to the front door. Taking deep breaths, she pushes open the door and walks towards the small balcony that looked over the war room. Sam sat with the other hunters as they discussed something, they hadn’t noticed her yet.
“Y/N!” Maggie shouts in excitement as she comes from the library. Making Sam and the others snap their heads in her direction.
Sam rose to his feet, a soft smile forming on his face. She made her way down the staircase. Dean wasn’t anywhere in sight. Before she could even make it to the last step, Sam was wrapping her up in a hug, bringing her down fully. There was just something about seeing Sam again after all these months. The skin contact felt different then with Dean. It felt electrifying, and safe. She briefly catches up with the other hunters before Sam pulls her away towards his room.
His lips slammed against hers before they even made it to his room. Barely rounding the corner before she was able to fully unbutton his shirt. Their movement was filled with so much hunger, want, and longing. Her eyes felt like they were swelling up with tears just simply by the overwhelmingness of the feelings she was feeling. Finally, after a few feet, Sam slams her back against his door. Reaching down trying his hardest not to break their contact, he links his arms around her legs. Hoisting her up and immediately wrapping her legs around him.
Sam fumbles with the doorknob, keeping a tight grip on her ass. Once inside his room, Sam kicks his door shit with his foot and throws her on his bed in the process. Sam kicks off his shoes while she tugs off her jeans. Since his shirt was already unbuttoned, he threw it to the ground. She’s seen the boys at least shirtless before, and there is just something about Sam standing in front of her with a hunger in his eyes. Something she never got from Dean.
Climbing above her, Sam bruises his lips against hers once again. His hands push them way under her shirt and cupping her breast. After a few moments on fondling Sam tugs away at her underwear. Leading kisses down her stomach and tracing over her hip bones, his lips finally contact her other…. lips. A loud gasp escapes her as he makes contact. Dean never ate her out, he would protest and say it was a gross idea to him even though she walked on him doing it often before they dated. But God, Sam was so good with it. He inserts two of his massive fingers into her after biting a sucking at her clit. She was already so close to cumming.
“Oh God- “She yelps as Sam as a third finger.
Sam curls them enough to where they hit her G-spot, rubbing it just in the right way and keeping a steady pace.
“Oh God- “
“Oh God- “
“Sam!” She yells as she meets her climax.
Then Sam’s door slams open. Both look in horror to see Dean with his gun drawn. Once he realizes the scene in front him, Dean’s face also goes white as a ghost.
“O-o-oh, oh my god, I’m- “ Dean reaches for the door knob and slams the door shut with such force the bed shakes.
Sam looks up at her with hunger still evident, but embarrassment now washed over his face. They look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Sam makes his way back up to her, and pulling her on his chest as they both are still giggling.
“Well, at least he knows,” Sam chuckles.
“Oh fuck you Winchester,” She says hitting his chest.
“I can make that happen.” Sam says with a grin, a playful look molding over his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”
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smolmakerel · 7 months
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Sam knew it was a mistake to stay in New York after what went down last year. Everywhere any of them went, they were harrassed and mocked for views on the internet. Especially Sam.
Even Tara wasn't immune to Sam's cult-like r/Stab subreddit fans, with them believing Tara was secretly masterminding the 2022 killings or she was secretly Roman Bridger's child or whatever wild assumption they wanted to make.
Now another Ghostface pair was chasing after them. Both of them being Amber's parents. Motive? They believed Tara masterminded Woodsboro and wanted revenge for killing their baby girl.
A load of bullshit, if you ask Sam.
Sam may not have liked her when Amber first started hanging around Tara, but she was still a good kid. A little odd, but definitely not a Ghostface worshipper. At least, not until the Freeman family made the impromptu decision to purchase the old Macher house.
And what a great move that was, Sam bitterly thought to herself as she hid behind a barrel on the dock.
She peeked out from behind her cover in search of two Ghostfaces. The dock was lit up in a soft orange glow, which would make the stalking of the Freemans obvious, but Sam saw nothing interesting.
There's a short scream followed by a splash. Sam's heart leapt into her throat.
"Stupid bitch! She bit my fingers off!"
Sam adjusted her bloody grip on her knife. Footsteps thudded closer to her hiding spot.
"Yeah, and she got her karma for it! But we needed her to lure out that Loomis bitch -"
Sam moved quickly and wrapped her hand around Mrs. Freeman's neck. "I would say it's nice to see you again, but it's really not."
Mrs. Freeman froze as Sam's knife touched the middle of her spine. She smiled nervously.
"Sam -"
"What did he do to my sister?" Sam demanded to know. She shook her head. "Damn it, I don't have time for this!"
Sam thrusted the knife into the woman's back. Ignoring the woman's screeches, she dug higher and higher, deeper the knife went until Mrs. Freeman began to gurgle and go limp. Blood dribbled from her parted lips and then splattered on the dock when she fell, Sam's knife not holding her up anymore.
Sam swiped the blood from the knife. But before she could turn around, something caught her attention in the water.
Tara's inhaler floating on the water's surface.
"No!" Sam screamed.
"Yes!" Mr. Freeman appeared from the shadows, grin wickedly wide and knife raised above his head.
Sam gasped when the knife cut into her arm and backed away, dropping her knife at the pain. Her eyes stare at the rippling water where Tara was fighting for her life.
She can't swim.
A fog clouded over Sam's already dark eyes and made them black with hatred. An inhuman growl erupted from her throat.
"You son of a bitch."
Mr. Freeman scowled. "You killed my precious wife, and your slut sister killed my precious daughter! How does it feel to lose someone so close to you?!"
Mr. Freeman raised his knife and slashed again, but Sam caught him by surprise. She grabbed his arm and halted it from coming near her. Her head raised.
"I wouldn't know," Sam hissed.
Crack went Mr. Freeman's wrist. The man cried out and tried to back away from Sam who was stalking forward slowly.
"Ge-Get away from me! I-It was just a joke - a prank! Like Amber did!" Mr. Freeman swallowed as a line of sweat dropped down his brow. He continued to back up while placating Sam. "You don't have to kill me at all!"
Sam grabbed the knife Mr. Freeman dropped. She examined the dark red dripping from the blade and down the handle. There was too much for all of it to be hers. Some of it might be Mr. Freeman's who's missing half the fingers on his left hand, but she wasn't thinking about his wounds right now.
Tara. Her blood. Her sister. Drowning.
Sam didn't know what she did to Mr. Freeman. She blinked and he was gone, but her arms were stained red as well as the wood below her feet.
Sam came back to herself and dropped the knife. Without any other distractions, she jumped into the inky black ocean.
She was blind in nature, desperately waving her hands around under the water to grab onto something, anything that could be her sister.
She had to come up for a deep breath on the first dive.
Diving down again, Sam was starting to lose hope. She couldn't lose her baby sister, not after everything that's happened between them. Not after being reunited for only two years.
Then her hand brushed something. Sam grabbed and pulled whatever it was to the surface.
She gasped and coughed out freezing cold water and began swimming back to the dock.
"C-Come on, T-Tara." Sam's teeth chatter from the extreme cold of the Atlantic seeping deep into her bones. "You're g-going to be o-ok. Sta-Stay with me, mi vida¹."
It took all of Sam's strength to haul Tara's limp, freezing body out of the water and onto the dock. From there, Sam pulled herself up and checked on her sister.
Tara was lying there, wet and cold and not breathing.
Sam muttered every curse she knew under her breath. She knelt by Tara's side and hovered her hands over Tara's chest.
Those very same hands that butchered Mr. Freeman.
Sam nearly faltered. What if she accidentally killed her sister by trying to bring her back to life? Her hands would snap her ribcage which would puncture her lungs and heart.
She could kill her sister.
But she couldn't wait any longer. Gale was taking too long to show up.
So, with a silent prayer, Sam began to give Tara CPR.
Tara's body jerked at each chest compression and fell still when her nose was plugged and air was forced into her mouth. Her lips were tinged blue and were icy.
"Por favor. ¡Por favor, Tara, respira!²" Sam begged.
She was running out of time. If she couldn't get Tara breathing within the next couple of minutes...
Sam kept her steady rhythm.
She could hear a crack from Tara's ribs giving way under her hands. Tears cascaded down Sam's face, and she began to wail.
"Tara!" Sam plugged Tara's nose and blew into her mouth again. She returned her hands to Tara's chest and -
Tara began to cough out salt water, body jerking with each retch she took. Sam cried in relief.
Tara whimpered as she was lifted slightly, laying loosely in Sam's tight embrace. Her breathing was wheezing and sounded watery, and Sam knew she had to go to the hospital now.
"Sam?" Tara whispered.
Sam nodded, kissed her forehead, and brushed wet hair out of her face. "It's me. I got you."
Rough breathing escalated into wet sobs of terror, but Sam didn't think of them as heartbreaking. It was a sign that Tara, her baby girl, was alive.
"'m so c-cold..." cried Tara. She clutched at her chest which was tightening with pressure. "Can't b-breathe..."
Sam cursed herself for leaving Tara's spare inhaler in her jacket which was given to Gale earlier in the day. And if she had her jacket, she would've wrapped Tara up in it while she herself froze in her soaking gray tank top.
"I know, mi vida¹, I know," Sam soothed her sister as best as she could. She could hear the sirens wailing closer.
Tara curled into Sam's embrace and continued to cry as they waited for the ambulance to arrive.
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1: "Mi vida" - My life
2: "Por favor. ¡Por favor, Tara, respira!" - Please. Please, Tara, breathe!
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streamsofstardust · 8 months
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safe & sound | d.r.w x s.f.k
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danny wagner x sam kiszka
word count: 8,315
content warnings: descriptions of violence, detailed descriptions of murder as a means to survive, severe depression, nightmares, danny is Not Okay, self isolation, attempt at suicide, sam has the biggest heart, tons of angst…. like so much angst and sadness, sam is reactive and hot headed but he feels bad about it, happy gay endings
summary: 5 years after the winning the hunger games, danny has moved on to a new life, one where he gets the creative freedom to create music in a band with sam, jake, and josh. but for danny, being outside the arena doesn't mean the fight is over.
a/n: so this came from a concept karou lovingly shared with me recently. we're both obsessed with it and i had so many ideas popping into my head when we talked about it that i decided to write something to go along with a specific part. I'm kind of in love with it and it might be in my top five favorite fics that i've written
that said, this fic is genuinely one of the saddest, most intense things i've ever written and i cannot stress this enough but if you're not comfortable with depictions of suicidal ideation or suicide attempts, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.
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Moving into a shared residence in the Capitol was moderately unsettling. Most of the people Danny encountered only saw him as the unlikely and unexpected champion. He didn’t feel like he’d won anything, sometimes even wishing he hadn’t made it so far. But there he was, in a new home with new people who only vaguely knew of what he’d gone through. The Kiszkas had spent an eternity together, one never knowing life without the other two by his side.
They hadn't been thrown into the Games.
They didn't have blood on their hands.
If Danny was closed off, more reserved, and quieter than the other three, it was because he no longer had a proper sense of how to just exist. He no longer knew how to truly interact with other people; he hadn’t for a few years now. It turned out murdering five people while they were unable to defend themselves had that effect. He tried to be normal, tried his hardest to go back to the fun, extroverted man he was before the Games. This proved to be extremely challenging.
Danny hoped one day someone would be able to bring him back to the world of the living. That one day someone would hear his story and understand he had no choice. That they wouldn't praise him for being a victor, but rather console him for what he had to do to get there. That they’d understand how hollow he’d become.
He hoped one day someone would be the reason his smile wasn't forced or fake. The reason he could feel whole again.
Most nights, Danny never tried to fall asleep. Sleep meant subconscious thoughts would come to the surface, visions of the horrible things he endured, the horrible things he did. He protected himself in that arena, saved his own life during the Games, but at what cost? He hadn't known peace since the night he left home.
When he sleeps he dreams and when he dreams, the nightmares replay. He’ll never forget it: the feel, the smell - metallic and horrendously pungent - of blood on his hands. How the warm, red liquid seeped into his clothing, trailed down his arms, splattered on his face. He had sat in the carnage for longer than he wanted to. While his brain had told him to run, to flee as fast as he could, his body was immobile. And so, the image of the bodies, the lives he took, resided permanently in his tortured mind. Danny saw it as instantaneous karma, as if the world was saying “you committed this atrocity, and now you’ll suffer the consequences.”
None of this had been shared with his new cohorts. Bandmates. Brothers.
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A long day of band practice left Danny feeling drained, more so than usual. He loved playing and he enjoyed every minute he spent with the Kiszkas, but still, he was tired and ready to retreat to his bedroom - to solitude - for another night of restless sleep plagued by never ending loops of nightmares. Ones he could never truly wake up from because he’d actually lived through them. 
The Kiszkas rarely questioned why he constantly rejected their offers to hang out after practice. It wasn’t personal, he’d made that abundantly clear, but despite five years having passed, he still wasn’t comfortable letting his guard completely down. He was in the band out of obligation. Not that he would give up the opportunity, the freedom creating art gave him, but it wasn’t as though he’d volunteered to be thrust into the spotlight. He was thankful his drum kit remained at the back of the stage, out of direct light, furthest away from any crowd they performed for.
So, as he typically did, Danny went to his room and shut the door, not bothering to turn on any lights. He stripped out of his clothing, save for his boxer briefs, and climbed into bed. He still hadn’t gotten used to the comfort of it. How lavish it was compared to what he grew up with. There were many things he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to. Every day that passed was one he had to force himself not to fear.
It wasn’t particularly late, maybe around 11:30 at night, and he knew the others would likely be awake until 2:00 am at the very least. Even then, they’d be asleep before Danny. Tonight, though, he felt especially tired. As he crawled under his comforter, he found himself repeating the same motions he did every night: reminding himself of the times before the arena.
He recalled sitting by the fire with his father, listening to him recount stories of brave warriors who saved lives and slayed monstrous beasts. He thought of his sister, how they’d run around as children catching fireflies and picking flowers to decorate their house. And he thought of his mother and her sweet smile that lit up every room she walked into. He thought of the times he and his sister would help their mother cook meals, taking notes for each recipe to one day do the same with their own children. He thought of nights where the four of them would gather in the living room, staying warm by the fire and just enjoying each other's company.
Slowly, he felt the calm wash over him and his body gave into the slumber it so badly desired. 
Then, against his will, he was struck with the cruel reminder of how the three most important people in his life were mercilessly slaughtered for protesting Danny being selected to represent their district in the Games. He gasped as his eyes shot open, trying his hardest to catch his breath and calm his furiously beating heart. A stray tear fell from his right eye, the salty water feeling like fire on his skin. He quickly wiped it away, sniffling and shaking his head before closing his eyes.
That was another piece of information the Kiszkas didn’t know. Another look into his troubled mind and traumatized existence that he kept to himself.
Once more, he tried to calm himself down, and eventually he was able to fall asleep. It was peaceful for a moment, no dreams whatsoever, and that rarely happened. Of course, though, it didn’t last - it never did. 
Suddenly he found himself back in the arena, just barely 16, wide eyed and nervous, having no idea how he’d possibly survive. His training scores were embarrassing, but he was tall, naturally muscular, and incredibly broad. His facial features had him standing apart from the others in a way that brought him more attention than he’d ever experienced before, and then it didn’t matter how poor his scores were; the public adored him, dubbing him their favored gentle giant. 
It was that persona that allowed him to fly under the radar when the Games began. He hadn’t made any attempts at finding allies, instead focusing on merely staying alive as long as he possibly could. On the seventh night, he began noticing a distinct flower appearing around the arena- henbane. A beautiful and deceiving plant that had killed off several of his family’s livestock. He backed away from the plants, having no desire to fall victim to its effects. 
He found a place to hide and looked around at his opponents. At that point there were only five others left, and they’d gotten far because of their alliances. He watched the tributes huddle together in an open space not too far away from him, staring in wonder as they fell into states of delirium and hallucinations from the henbane that surrounded them, eventually passing out on the ground. 
Danny was familiar with the deep state of unconsciousness henbane caused. He knew there was little that would wake them up, and most, if not all of them, would fall into comas they’d never wake up from. It was too easy to take advantage of, so he did.
He quietly stalked over to the group, careful to avoid the poisonous plant, and reached for a dagger that had fallen from the hand of a tribute from District 2. The metal felt heavy in his hand, but the knowledge of what he had to do with the weapon weighed heavier on his mind. Back home, he’d helped his father kill cattle, but that was a necessity - a means to survive. 
Then again, he figured this, too, would be a necessity. Without giving himself another moment to reconsider his choice, he walked up to each of the sleeping tributes and slit their throats with the stolen dagger. Blood sprayed everywhere, covering his hands, his clothes, his face.
When he was done, and all five tributes were dead, Danny stood up and looked at bodies below him. He was shaking, barely able to catch a breath, and he felt tremendously dizzy. All he could smell was blood, and he felt sick. He wasn’t sure how much time passed while he stood there, completely immobile. In the distant parts of his brain, parts that were still able to process his surroundings, he heard the Canon go off. Each boom signifying the death of a tribute.
He had won. It was over.
But like it did most nights, the dream restarted, eventually only replaying the moment the blade in Danny’s hand sliced through the still warm flesh of those five tributes. It was too much, too much, too violent, too real too real too real too-
“DANNY!”
His eyes shot open, adjusting to the darkness of the room and witnessing Sam’s terrified face.
He wasn’t able to respond yet, his brain still replaying scenes from the Games. His mouth was dry and his eyes were frantically moving around the room as he attempted to ground himself with familiar sights.
Sam was hovering over him, one of his hands gripping Danny’s right upper arm. His entire body felt overheated, but somehow, the warmth of Sam’s hand felt different. A completely separate warmth. 
“Sam? What are you - How did you get in my room? Why are you here?” He didn’t mean to come off sounding so harsh; Sam certainly didn’t deserve any attitude from him.
“I woke up to the sound of you screaming. I didn’t even realize it was you at first, but when I did I rushed over. Your door wasn’t locked so I- I came in and,” His words trailed off as he took in Danny’s appearance. His curls were a mess around his head, the bags under his eyes were incredibly prominent, and there were beads of sweat slowly dripping down Danny’s tanned, bare torso. He stopped himself from looking at that part of his friend any longer; he needed to focus.
“Dan, you were thrashing around like a fish out of water, screaming bloody murder.”
Danny physically recoiled at Sam’s words. He had no idea how accurate they were, but Danny wasn’t about to tell him.
“I’m fine, Sam. Go back to your room.” Danny turned away from him, grabbing his blankets and pulling them up to cover his upper body, despite feeling like he was about to melt from the heat. 
“You’re clearly not fine. You know this isn’t the first time I’ve heard you, right? The twins might be too far away in their rooms, but I’m right next to you, and I’m not deaf. I know you don’t want to tell us about what happened, you know, back- back then, and you don’t have to, but at least let me be there for you.” 
Sam still hadn’t moved from Danny’s bed, and he had no intention of doing so anytime soon. He cared about the drummer more than he could put into words, and had for as long as he’d known him. And sure, maybe they’d only personally known each other for about a year, but Sam knew he was something special when he found out Danny won the Games. Admiration quickly turned into adoration, and feelings he wasn’t familiar with blossomed too fast for him to take a second to question them. The twins knew how Sam felt, but Danny didn’t, and given what could be at risk if the truth came out, they kept that information to themselves. They’d made that same decision when Josh had come out to him and Jake years prior. 
So no, Danny wasn’t fine, and no, Sam wasn’t going to leave him alone. He had too much love in his heart to walk away from someone he cared so deeply for. He still hadn’t received a response from Danny, and he nudged him, hoping to get his attention. When that accomplished nothing, his first thought was Danny had somehow fallen asleep again. He then realized he knew better, him and the twins being well aware of how little sleep their drummer got on a nightly basis, so instead, he mustered all the strength he had and rolled Danny onto his back.
Danny’s eyes stayed closed, but Sam watched as tears trailed down his face, into his unruly curls. He reached forward, softly wiping away the tears and cradling Danny’s left cheek in his hand. It was that touch that prompted Danny to finally open his eyes, and when he did, Sam felt his heart shatter.
“Oh, Dan…” Sam whispered. He felt tears of his own forming in his eyes, not able to help the reaction he had to seeing his friend in such a state.
“I don’t want to talk about it Sam, I can’t- I-” Danny found it hard to fully put into words what he wanted to say, stuttering over each one that managed to spill out of his mouth. 
“It’s okay, you don’t have to. You don’t have to tell me anything, okay? I’m not going to push, Dan, I promise. If you want to be alone, I can g-”
“Wait!” Danny’s hand wrapped around Sam’s wrist as the bassist moved to stand up. “N- no. I-” He couldn’t bring himself to ask the question lingering on his mind, only letting out a soft “please?”
Danny looked up at Sam through his long, dark lashes. He’d stopped crying, but the red hue surrounding his hazel irises burned. He dropped his head and rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the other still firmly holding onto Sam.
When Sam looked at where Danny held him, his chest constricted. He didn’t need to ask Sam to stay, he would’ve made that decision on his own unless Danny explicitly demanded he leave. But in his own way, Danny did ask. Sam understood what that one word meant. He nodded, sitting back down on the bed before laying fully on top of the blankets. He didn’t want to risk Danny being uncomfortable when both of them were barely dressed. 
Danny, however, wasn’t ready to settle for that. 
“Sam?” He called out, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I know this might sound weird, but can you… can you hold me? You can say no, it’s fine if you do I wouldn’t blame you, but I just feel like I need-”
“Daniel, calm down. It’s not weird, come here.”
Sam fully expected Danny to turn his back to him, letting the bassist’s chest press against the soft skin, but he didn’t. He faced Sam, looking up at him for a brief moment before curling into his chest, one of his arms wrapping around Sam’s slim torso as he breathed in the familiar scent that was so unmistakably Sam Kiszka. Sam wrapped his arms fully around Danny, one of his hands coming up to cradle his head and gently play with his hair.
“Try to go back to sleep, Dan. I’m not going anywhere.” Sam spoke softly, fighting the urge to place a kiss to the top of Danny’s head. The drummer nodded in lieu of a verbal response, his arm pulling Sam even closer to his body.
– –
When they woke up, Sam noticed a few things. The first being that he was no longer holding Danny. At some point in the night, they’d switched positions, and now Danny’s muscular arms were wrapped around Sam’s body as they spooned. The second thing he noticed was that he was under the blankets, something he had no recollection of doing before he fell asleep. And while that wasn’t very alarming to him, what was was the fact that his bare body - save for a pair of shorts that could arguably be deemed too short - was pressed entirely against Danny’s bare body. Not only was every inch of them touching, their legs were tangled together, another thing Sam had no memory of happening. 
He smiled, his heart fluttering in his half awake state. 
Danny was still asleep, and when Sam looked over at the clock, he saw just how late in the day it was. He’d gone into Danny’s room around 2 am, and now it was the afternoon. Danny had slept for ten straight hours, and Sam couldn’t help but feel rather proud of himself for being the reason why. 
At least, he assumed he was the reason. He didn’t let himself think too far into that one. 
As much as he wanted to let Danny sleep more, he knew they had practice in a few hours, and Danny would definitely want to shower off the sweat that coated his body. He did, however, give himself a few more minutes to enjoy the feeling of Danny’s body encasing his own before waking him up. 
– –
Practice ran smoothly, as it typically did. Josh had presented a few new songs, and all of the guys loved the lyrics. He had a way with words that Danny envied and a power to tell stories like no other. Sometimes Danny wondered if he could take his past and put it to music, but then he’d be opening himself up in ways he never had, and that terrified him. For the time being, he decided to stick to keeping it all to himself.
Neither Danny nor Sam had talked about the night they spent together, especially ignoring the subject of how they woke up. Danny was a bit surprised to find out how long he’d slept, as well as by the position the two had ended up in at some point in their parallel unconsciousness. Yet, at the same time, he wasn’t. He’d always found Sam to be comforting, and he gravitated towards that feeling, chasing it as quickly as he ran from the demons that haunted his mind. 
Danny figured if Sam was bothered by it, he would’ve said something, and he probably would’ve removed himself from Danny’s grip, but he didn’t. That fact made Danny’s heart race, wondering if Sam had picked up on the feelings Danny had for him that he’d tried his hardest to keep hidden. He wondered, too, if Sam could possibly feel the same, but he wasn’t in the business of allowing his hopes to get too high.
Jake’s voice snapped him out of his train of thought. 
“Hey Danny, do you wanna help me with these riffs?” 
– –
That night, he gave in to the Kiszka’s persistent begging to join them for a few drinks in the living room. They all seemed shocked that he agreed to stay and hang out with them for once, and he didn’t miss the smile on Sam’s face upon hearing Danny say “okay.”
The more they drank, the more Danny felt himself loosen up. He’d taken one side of a couch, letting Sam drape his long legs over his lap without thinking twice. It was actually nice, spending time with the Kiszkas. So nice, in fact, that for a moment he felt guilty for not doing it more often. 
Apparently nothing killed a nice buzz quite like overwhelming guilt.
“I think I’m gonna head upstairs, get some sleep. Thanks for tonight, guys.” Danny spoke as he lifted Sam’s legs before placing them back down on the couch. Understanding how little socializing Danny regularly partook in, no one pushed him to stay longer, all three brothers being thankful he stayed as long as he had. 
Sam looked up at him with a questioning glance, one Danny wasn’t able to decipher the meaning of, so he didn’t try harder to. He figured the alcohol would help him fall asleep, and as tempting as it was to drink himself into oblivion and pass out face down on his mattress, he opted against that idea. He’d tried that a few times in the past; it never made him feel any better and it did nothing to keep the nightmares away. So really, there was no point.
It was a bit colder than usual that evening, so Danny threw on a pair of soft flannel pajama pants - still leaving his torso bare - and crawled into bed, his head feeling just the slightest bit fuzzy from the drinks he’d consumed. 
For a moment, he allowed himself to think back to the prior night, specifically Sam in his bed. It was the first time they’d intentionally shared a bed, and while it could’ve been awkward, it just felt… right. Part of him wanted to ask Sam to sleep with him, but perhaps that was pushing it. He still had no idea how Sam felt about everything. About him.
Eventually he was able to fall asleep, though, as expected, it didn’t last. Once again he was tormented by his memories on a loop, and once again, he was woken up by Sam shaking him.
“Dan…” Sam sounded just as out of breath as Danny was.
“Was I screaming again?” His voice cracked ever so slightly as he spoke, already knowing the answer to his question.
Sam simply nodded, trying his hardest to hold back his own emotions. He wanted so badly for Danny to tell him what was causing the nightmares. While he knew it was related to Danny’s time in the arena, he had a feeling there was so much more to it, and even though he knew he could look up the answers for himself, he refused to. If Danny wasn’t going to openly share the information, Sam wasn’t going to go behind his back to find it. He had way too much respect for his friend.
Danny’s hands wiped over his own face, pushing his curls away from where they’d plastered to his skin from sweating so much. 
“Sam, can you-”
“Of course. You don’t have to ask.” 
Sam crawled into bed with Danny, this time intentionally laying under the blankets. He stayed on his back, and as Danny curled into him, Sam stared at the ceiling, his own thoughts racing. He felt Danny shiver, but his body was warm. A single tear fell from Danny’s eye onto Sam’s chest and he pulled Danny closer into his body.
“I’m sorry Sam.” 
Sam took a deep breath, not out of annoyance, but because he was frustrated. Frustrated that someone he cared about was struggling, and there was little he could do outside of holding him. He hoped it was enough, at least for now.
“Get some sleep, Danny. I’m right here.”
– –
The same thing happened every night for the next two weeks.
Danny didn’t understand why his nightmares kept getting worse, more persistent. He didn’t understand why nothing kept them away. And he didn’t understand why Sam’s presence was the only thing that relaxed him enough to sleep through the rest of the night.
After a few days, Sam stopped going to his room to sleep. He assumed he’d end up in Danny’s room anyway, so that’s where he started. If the circumstances were different, he might appreciate it a bit more, having Danny wrapped around him and vice versa - which was how they always woke up. 
The twins caught Sam and Danny walking out of the latter’s room one morning and while Danny was rubbing sleep from his eyes, Jake and Josh gave Sam questioning looks. Sam said nothing, he just shook his head as a clear nonverbal response he knew his brother’s would understand: Don’t ask.
During that two week period, there were only two nights that Danny didn’t wake up screaming in a cold sweat, though they weren’t consecutive. His nightmares still attacked his unconscious mind, but for those two days, he’d wake up startled rather than terrified to his core. He knew it wasn’t an indication that things were getting better, that would be much too naive of a thought. Danny knew the severity of nightmares would inevitably return, and he was proven right when they did. 
There were nights where he tried to stay up as late as possible to avoid sleeping at all, something Sam quickly caught onto and gently reprimanded him for. Everyone could see how tired Danny was, how detached from reality he was. It had gotten to the point where it was impacting his ability to play. He missed cues, played the wrong notes, or sometimes forgot what to play all together. 
Jake had gotten annoyed for the slightest moment, but immediately backed off when he saw the state Danny was in. Sam was thankful Jake was relatively perceptive. If his older brother hadn’t stopped, he was positive he would’ve jumped over Josh to strangle Jake with the cord plugged into his bass.
Danny felt the shift in himself, too. He recognized things were getting worse for him mentally, and though he was aware he could’ve asked for help, he didn’t. It wasn’t like him to open up that much, not even to Sam. The rational part of his brain told him he was making a mistake, that nothing would get better unless he finally talked to someone about what was troubling him. But then he felt like all his confession would do was burden the Kiszkas, and he couldn’t let that happen. 
But he was tired. So incredibly, painfully tired, in more ways than one, and it had gotten to the point where he could no longer handle it. He just wanted it all to stop. He missed his family, his life before the Games. He missed feeling normal. And as much as he enjoyed Sam’s nightly company in his bed - perhaps a bit more than he wanted to admit - he hated that he’d become moderately dependent on it. 
If he was honest, he was ready for all of it to end. He knew it was dramatic, he knew he would hurt people, but what about the hurt he felt? He couldn’t take it anymore. It had to stop.
– –
That night as Sam crawled into bed with Danny, he noticed his friend was fully dressed for once, not an inch of bare skin to be found. He frowned a bit at that, having gotten used to feeling Danny’s warm skin pressed against his own, but he chose not to speak on it. He also noticed how silent and closed off Danny had been. Even when he was quiet when the four of them were together, he at least spoke a bit more the moment the two of them were alone. He was tired, that’s all it was. Sam tried to push away the idea that Danny was sick of him being there; that he wasn’t pulling away despite how much it felt like he was.
Then there was another difference.
“Hey Sam?”
“Hmm?”
Danny rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick of his that Sam had picked up on. He was struggling to look at Sam as he spoke, and his words sounded quieter than usual.
“You know how we- when we fall asleep, you’re the one holding me?” Sam nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Can we- can I- just this once-”
Sam smiled at his friend, knowing exactly what Danny was trying and struggling to say. “You want to hold me, Dan? Wanna be the big spoon this time?” 
Danny could tell Sam was making an effort to lighten his spirits. He appreciated it, but it was making everything that much harder. He forced himself to crack the smallest smile. Sam had told him in the past he loved Danny’s crooked smile, and he thought about that compliment daily. 
“Yeah, if that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay. Come on over, I’m a bit chilly and you’re basically the human equivalent of a space heater.” Sam joked.
Danny waited for Sam to shuffle closer to him before wrapping his arms around him and holding him as tight as he could. He wouldn’t be able to do this again if he followed his impulses.
“Woah! You know I’m not gonna run away, right?” Sam was taken aback by the grip Danny had on his body, but had no intention of moving. He thought about turning around to tell Danny exactly how he felt about him, but with the hold Danny had, it was impossible to move.
Danny ignored the joke his friend made, burying his face into Sam’s long, chestnut locks. He breathed in the scent that he’d gotten so used to, the scent that was so unequivocally Sam, the one that brought him the faintest sense of peace. He thought back to the first night Sam came to wake him up, to protect him from the things only Danny could see - he still hadn’t asked Danny to explain what caused his nightmares. Danny thought about how quick Sam was to be there for him no matter what. He thought about how often he’d catch Sam staring at him with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes, though at first he was convinced he was imagining it.
He thought about how much he loved Sam, the boy who had so rapidly gone from a stranger to his best friend. 
He wanted to tell Sam exactly what was on his mind, at least when it came to his feelings, and even though he knew it would be his one and only chance to do it, he was too afraid. He squeezed Sam closer to him and hoped it would be enough.
“Goodnight, Sammy.” Danny spoke into Sam’s hair.
The bassist sighed tiredly, already being in the middle between sleep and consciousness.
“G’night Dan.” His words were slurred as they fell from his plump lips. “Love you.”
Danny’s eyes widened at his friend’s confession. Sam… loved him? No, he- as a friend, that’s all. Sam didn’t know major parts of who Danny was. He couldn’t actually… no. No way. 
He could feel Sam’s breath even out, this being one of the rare times he fell asleep before Danny. The drummer was thankful for that; it gave him an opportunity to appreciate Sam as much as he wanted. He’d miss him the most. He’d miss all the guys, but Sam… Sam would always be special.
After an hour of holding Sam, slowly trailing one of his hands up and down the smooth skin of Sam’s arm, Danny felt himself falling asleep. He so badly wanted to avoid it, to force himself to stay awake, but it was impossible. Even on nights where he didn’t wake up screaming, he still woke up from nightmares, and sometimes that movement didn’t wake Sam. This was one of those nights.
Against his will, Danny fell asleep. He wasn’t unconscious for long, maybe under an hour, but his nightmares once again wormed their way into his mind, and he woke suddenly with a gasp, struggling to take a breath. Instead of being scared, he was frustrated. He was so sick of being unable to sleep, unable to function the way Sam, Jake, and Josh did. He was officially done suffering.
Danny was still holding Sam, who was sound asleep. He carefully maneuvered his body away from Sam’s, trying his hardest to make sure he didn’t wake up. When he was successful, he stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed to face Sam. 
He knelt down, letting himself remember every detail of Sam’s face: His soft, plush lips, his smooth skin, the two small freckles on his left cheek. He brought one of his hands forward, gently lifting away a collection of stray hairs that had fallen over Sam’s face. Danny always believed Sam to be effortlessly beautiful. It was the first thing he noticed when they met, and that belief hadn’t changed. 
Tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill over. He gently played with Sam’s hair, forcing himself to remember how soft it felt threading through his fingers. The longer he stared at his friend, the harder it was to keep the tears from flowing, and so they fell freely down Danny’s own freckled cheeks.
He stood up, placing one single, lingering kiss on Sam’s forehead. He whispered as quietly as he could.
“I love you too. I’m sorry, Sammy. I’m so, so sorry.”
Danny walked out of his room and into the bathroom down the hall, not bothering to lock the door; Sam was sound asleep, it wasn’t necessary. 
He sat on the edge of the bathtub, his head in his hands, and thought about his next move. He hadn’t really given much thought as to how to achieve his goal, and now that it was time, he wasn’t sure what to do. He thought about everything that was kept in the medicine cabinet. There were razors for them all to shave, save for Josh, who had insisted on growing out his facial hair. There was also an abundance of painkillers and sleeping pills, both prescriptions, the former for Jake’s left forearm and the latter, for Danny. He avoided them as much as possible, so the bottle was essentially full. 
He took it out and placed the bottle on the counter, staring at it as if it would do something for him on its own. Part of Danny expected that he’d be anxious about taking his own life, that when the time came, he’d be in a complete state of panic, but he wasn’t. He had no more fight left in him.
After filling a glass with water, Danny spilled the pills out of the bottle and into a pile on the granite. Twenty four pills would be more than enough. Once again, he found himself staring at them, hoping he wouldn’t have to be the one to make the final move. But the pills couldn’t do anything if he didn’t consume them, so he swept a quarter of them into the palm of his left hand, his right hand gripping the glass of water, the appendage shaking ever so slightly. 
He took a few deep breaths, feeling tears drop from his eyes again. He hadn’t even realized he started crying. Before he continued, he allowed himself to think back to happier times again, just as he did every night before falling asleep. That’s all he was doing - falling asleep.
He thought about his father’s warm hugs, his mother’s smile, his sister’s laugh. He thought about fireflies and cool summer nights with skies full of stars. He thought about spiced tea, crisp apples, and sweet pastries. All of the things he wished he appreciated more while he had the chance.
He thought about Sam.
It was the thought of leaving Sam that had his tears begin streaming down his face, but he forced himself to stay quiet. The last thing he wanted was Sam to wake up and see what he was doing. Slowly, he lifted his hand to drop the pills into his mouth. As he moved the glass of water to his lips, the door to the bathroom opened, and his head whipped in its direction.
“Dan, are you in here? I saw the light and- what the fuck?” Sam had been rubbing his eyes when he walked into the bathroom, not immediately seeing the scene before him. Once he did, he felt more awake than he had in a while, shutting the door behind him and fighting the urge to yell. He looked down and saw the remainder of the pills on the counter, finally putting two and two together, before ripping the glass out of Danny’s hand. “Danny fucking- christ, spit them out, now!” 
After a moment of hesitancy, a moment Sam believed to be way too long, the bassist repeated his demand. 
“Daniel, I swear if you don’t spit them out I’ll pry them out of your mouth myself.” He sounded angry, he knew that, but he was terrified and appalled and he couldn’t focus on sounding calm. He’d worry about that once he knew Danny was safe.
Danny complied, spitting the six pills into the garbage by his feet. He backed away from the sink and sat back down on the tub’s ledge, refusing to lift his face to see Sam’s face.
The two were silent for a few minutes, Danny not having any idea what to say and Sam having too many thoughts flooding his brain to know which ones to verbalize. Sam started pacing in the enclosed space, his hands tugging at his hair as he worked to form a sentence.
“What were you thinking? When did you even leave your room? You waited until I was asleep? You fucking- what, you were just going to kill yourself while I slept soundly in your bed? That was your plan? God, Danny what the fuck?!” He took a breath before continuing. “Is that why you wanted to hold me tonight? Is that why you were holding me so god damn tight? Because you thought it would be the last time you’d be able to? And what, you figured at some point I’d just find you lying cold on the bathroom floor? Or that Jake or Josh would? That’s why you were wearing actual pajamas tonight, isn’t it? Don’t answer that. Don’t fucking answer any of that, just… Danny what the fuck?”
At some point, Sam had started crying too, but Danny still hadn’t lifted his head to look at his friend, his own tears falling into his lap. Sam continued talking.
“You called me Sammy. You never call me that I- I should’ve known something was wrong. I should’ve-”
Danny figured it was the right time to speak up, not wanting Sam to start blaming himself for anything.
“Sam, I’m sorry. I didn’t -”
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!” Danny could see the rage in his friend’s eyes. “You were just going to leave me like that? Leave all of us? I know things have been hard for you and I get it but-”
“No you don’t!” Danny’s voice was raised, louder than he wanted it to be. “You have no idea what I’ve dealt with, no idea what I went through, what I’ve been going through for the past five years. You have no fucking idea how hard it is.”
“Because you don’t tell me anything! You never want to talk about it and I never push you because while I don’t know the details, I know it must have been horrific, and the last thing I wanted was to force you to relive any of that. But I can’t fucking help you the way you need to be helped if you won’t let me in.”
Danny scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I don’t need your help, Sam.”
Sam’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head and Danny’s words. “Really? You don’t need my help? Look at where keeping everything bottled up got you, Daniel. You were trying to kill yourself. You were… oh my god.” Sam fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands as he sobbed. “You were going to leave me. You- you can’t leave me Dan, you can’t just-”
Danny moved to kneel in front of his friend, quickly pulling him into his arms. Sam was right, Danny couldn’t leave him. Hearing Sam’s cracking voice snapped him out of whatever trance had brought him to that bathroom in the first place. All he could do was apologize over and over, hoping that Sam would believe him. 
The two cried while holding each other, both shocked that the twins hadn’t heard any of the commotion. Sam thought about telling Danny the rest of what he was thinking, about how he loved him. Danny was considering the same thing, but neither of them spoke. After a while, Danny pulled away and stood up, reaching down for Sam to grab his hand.
“Let’s go.”
Sam wiped his face and looked up, grabbing Danny’s hand and standing along with him. “Where?”
Danny opened the door and turned the bathroom light off, walking into the hallway with a tight grip on Sam’s right hand. “Back to my room. Back to bed.”
– –
Neither of them spoke as they entered Danny’s room, nor as they got into bed. Danny knew he had a lot of explaining to do, but he also knew Sam likely wouldn’t push him to start talking. He appreciated that fact, feeling as though he at least needed one night before spilling all of his secrets. Rather than stay in his pajamas, Danny stripped down like he normally would, his body feeling much too hot from the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through his veins. There was also the fact that he desperately craved the comfort of having Sam’s bare skin against his own.
But he didn’t wrap his arms back around Sam, choosing instead to wait for his friend to make the first move. He didn’t know if Sam wanted space or if he’d shove Danny off of him out of frustration the second he was holding him. Sam did, in fact, make the first move, and faster than Danny expected. He threw himself onto Danny, burying his face in the space between Danny’s neck and shoulder while his long arms wrapped around the drummer’s upper body. His legs once again found themselves tangled with Danny’s, and he did what he could to ensure all of his body was touching all of Danny’s. 
It was his attempt at being as close as humanly possible. His own way of comforting himself and ensuring Danny was there; that he was still warm and breathing.
“Dan, I’m not gonna ask you to go into detail about everything, you know, that prompted you to do… that. But I just want to know why. What made that become the most desirable option for you?” Sam felt like he was skating on the thinnest ice imaginable as he spoke. He didn’t want to risk saying something that would set Danny off or make him spiral, but he needed an answer.
He felt Danny take a deep breath, his chest rising from under Sam’s hold. 
“I was tired, Sam. I am tired. Always so fucking tired. I can’t focus, can’t relax, can’t do anything and I couldn’t keep living like that. So I just… decided I wouldn’t anymore. All of the shit in my head, the memories… fuck, Sam, the things that I did. It’s impossible to deal with. I know it’s stupid and I know you’re probably mad at me and I really am sorry.”
Danny didn’t want to cry again, he wasn’t even sure he had anymore tears left to cry, but he could feel his chest constricting as if he was about to. That was another thing he was tired of - crying. 
“Danny, I’m not mad. I mean, I was at first I think, but more than anything I was just scared. I didn’t - I don’t - want to lose you. I don’t think my heart could take a loss like that.” Sam shut his eyes, taking a breath of his own to relax his mind before speaking again, scared but ready to confess. “I love you too much to survive losing you. The second I realized what was going on I swear I felt my heart shatter. Just the very idea that you’d even consider… Danny, it wouldn’t have fixed anything. Maybe the nightmares would stop for you, but what about me? The twins? The hole you’d leave if you…” He shook his head, not wanting to utter the remaining words of that thought. “No one could ever fill that space, Dan. Not in the house, not in the band, not in my heart. You need to understand that.”
If Danny was shocked by what Sam said, he did his best to not make it obvious. He liked to imagine at times that maybe his feelings for Sam weren’t one sided, but with no strength to actually tell him, he figured he’d never find out the truth. But Sam loved him. Sam loved him. He said the words clear as day, and for the first time in a long time, Danny felt a twinge of happiness. He shifted his body, nudging Sam to sit up with him.
Before he could respond, Sam spoke again.
“Please don’t freak out over what I just said. I know maybe it’s crazy and I know you’re going to say I don’t know you well enough to love you, but I do-”
“Sam.”
“I do love you. And it’s not pity or some overreaction to what I just saw, so don’t say that either because I know you would-”
“Sam.”
“I can’t help it okay, I love you and I’ve been dying to tell you for so long and if you don’t feel the same it’s fine, okay, I’ll get over it but-”
Danny couldn’t help but roll his eyes and grab Sam’s face with both of his hands, surging forward to kiss him with everything he had. It wasn’t like the movies, where fireworks go off and everything is right in the world - because truly, most things in Danny’s life were not right - but it was still perfect. 
Once Sam moved beyond the initial shock of Danny’s lips capturing his own, he kissed him back, both of them pouring every emotion into the action. The hand that Sam wasn’t leaning on for balance moved up to hold Danny’s bare hip, the skin feeling warm to the touch. Despite how often the two had cuddled, Danny still shivered at the feeling of Sam’s hand on his body.
When they realized they no longer had enough air to continue kissing, they pulled away, one of Danny’s hands remaining on Sam’s cheek, softly rubbing his thumb over those two freckles he never thought he’d see again. Sam’s eyes were wide, as if he was scared that the second he spoke, the bubble would burst and he’d wake up, that everything that was said and done would be a dream. But it wasn’t, and he saw that Danny was staring at him with the same love and adoration Sam had looked at him with. 
Sam opened his mouth to speak, Danny’s name coming out in a hushed squeak. The drummer shook his head. He had too much to say.
“It’s not crazy. You’re not crazy. I didn’t know you felt like that about me. I thought… I thought you might, but I think I convinced myself I was imagining it, that I wasn’t deserving of it. But it’s not one sided, I promise.”
Sam’s mouth felt dry. He repeated Danny’s words in his head five times, ten times, just to make sure he truly heard him correctly. 
“So you-”
“I love you too, Sammy.”
Sam smiled, a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. But then his brain focused on everything that had occurred that evening and he was confused, hurt. A frown took over his face and his lips quivered as though he might cry again.
“If you loved me, why were you about to leave me? Why would you- you weren’t even going to tell me?”
It was a valid question, but if Danny was being technical, he had told Sam.
“When I realized you were asleep, I did tell you. You muttered it when you were barely conscious, I didn’t even know if you realized you said it, and it was just loud enough for me to hear. I would’ve said it back right then and there but with what I was about to do, it didn’t seem fair to tell you how I felt and then break your heart.” His head hung between the two of them, the realization that he still would’ve broken Sam’s heart anyway hitting him once he finished speaking.
The room was completely silent for a few minutes, both of them processing everything that had been said, everything that had been done. Danny knew he’d have to rip the bandaid off and finally explain to Sam - and the twins - all of the information he’d been withholding, and he knew Sam wouldn’t rest until he did. But that wouldn’t happen tonight, and yet again, Danny found himself thankful for Sam’s ability to let him do things at his own speed.
“I think we should go to sleep.” Danny nodded at Sam’s suggestion. “But before we do,” Sam leaned forward, pressing his lips against Danny’s again. He’d never get tired of the way his stomach flipped at something as simple as kissing his best friend. “Please don’t let things get to that point again, Dan. I need you to talk to me about everything. Promise me you’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Sammy. I promise.”
Sam smiled and moved to hug Danny, the drummer’s arms wrapping around his friend’s slimmer body. The two layed back down, tangling their limbs together as they had on previous nights, and with the knowledge that his love for Sam was reciprocated, and the stubborn belief that things had to get better from that point on, Danny finally felt relaxed. 
For the first time in five years, Danny felt his broken pieces begin to merge, slowly but surely making him feel whole.
And for the first time in five years, Danny slept through the night, the demons of his past and his nightmares nowhere in sight.
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I had been a loyal Bears fan since I was a kid. I had never missed a single game, and the stadium even reserved a spot just for me. But under new ownership, things changed. Suddenly caring about other human beings was out, and profit was in. They told me I would no longer have a reserved seat once the season was over, and on top of that banned me from the stadium. They felt that me showing up in a different seat would outrage their loyal, PAYING customers and would be a pain for them to have to deal with.
I sat in my seat at the final game of the season, looking downright uncomfortable and upset. It was The Bears vs The Otters, and I didn’t even know who I wanted to cheer for. The Bears never lost a home game in their life, it would be so humiliating and upsetting for them to lose. Even then I felt like one of them, or wanted to be one…
A man in a trench coat sat down behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Joseph Hendrix? I’m Christian Walker, one of the owners of The Otters. I’ve heard about what The Bears are doing to you. It’s downright disrespectful and cruel. You may as well be one of them, but they’re going to throw you out like you’re nothing.” I felt a bit of anger surging in me, and he noticed. “With my help, you CAN become one of them. See that Batter out there, Sam Howser?” He asked. I just nodded. “Little shit is full of himself. Never once greeted me like the rest of his team, in fact he doesn’t even know my name!” Walker nodded at that. “He’s vain and arrogant, but also mentally very weak.” I raised an eyebrow at that. “What if I told you that you could become him? Take his body and life and be one of The Bears for real?”
I contemplated this, but just chuckled dryly. “I’d say you sound insane, but seeing as I’m just an old loser who’s going to lose everything he knows now, I certainly wouldn’t say no.” Walker didn’t skip a beat. “Fantastic! How about you come with me then?”
He escorted me to one of the back rooms in a stadium where there was a seat with some tubes attached. The tubes connected to one of the arm rests, which had a set of tubes attached to a baseball. “It’s easy enough. We put your essence inside this baseball, our pitcher ‘accidentally’ throws it at Sam, the impact will throw your essence out of the ball and into the nearest vessel. You’ll become Sam. Then you strike out and come here, we’ll displace the real Sam so you can have uncontested control over his body. Just throw this one game in his body and you’re free to live the rest of his life as you please.”
“Humiliate his entire team and get everyone as angry at him as I am, using his own body? Sounds like Karma to me!” Soon I was strapped in and watching a red, sparkling light steam out of me and into the baseball. Soon everything felt fuzzy, I couldn’t move a finger and my eyes draped before everything went black.
A loud whistle blew, snapping me back to reality. I groaned slightly, looking down and seeing a baseball hit the mound. I was holding a bat and looked up, the pitcher smiling at me before declaring it was an accident. I quickly said I was okay and we could move on. I did as I was told, striking out quickly. I said I had to rush to the bathroom, abandoning my confused and angry team and finding my way back to the room I transferred to the ball in. My body was already cleared out.
“So Mr. Hendrix, any preference on what we do to the real Sam?” He asked as I was strapped in again. I bit my lip, contemplating this. “You folks seem really talented with technology. Any chance you could make him an app or something like that? I want to be able to taunt the little shit, maybe go through his memories if I need to.” Walker just grinned a bit. “I like the way you think, Mr. Hendrix.” I was strapped in again, watching a green light flowing into the arm rest, and then into a PC.
“Enjoy the rest of the game from the front of the lines, Mr. Walker. A Sam Howser App should be on your phone by the time you’re in the locker room.” I grinned eagerly, hopping out of my seat. “Don’t you go anywhere Mr. Walker. Where I’m from we have to thank a man who’s done a lot for us.” I winked at him, causing him to grin. My new body was full of charm.
I rushed to the game where I played horribly, causing The Bears’ first ever home game loss. In the locker room everyone avoided me, which was exactly what I wanted. My phone buzzed with a few messages.
“What the hell did you do to me?!”
“Why am I some fucking app now?!”
“Answer me old man!”
I just sat in front of one of the mirrors, assuming a powerful position and texting the digitized Sam my first photo in his body. “It’s okay to call me Old Man. My old name doesn’t matter anymore. Now it’s Sam Howser.” I muted the twerp before getting up, walking out shirtless to the back room again.
It wouldn’t be long until I was on the very seat Sam lost his body in, legs up in the air as Walker went to town on my tight, sensitive hole. I moaned out in pleasure as one of his employees stroked himself, recording the video so I could send it to Sam once we were done. “Fuuuuck~ Mr. Howser, I like this new you. Maybe I’ll recruit you to The Otters so we can have a lot of post game debriefs!” He panted out in pleasure before shooting the first of many loads in my new hole.
From then on I ruled Sam’s life as I saw fit. Once people finally figured out that I disappeared I got a tattoo that read “R.I.P Joseph Hendrix” with a baseball bat striking a ball right next to it. I got it right at the start of my right cheek, so any time I admired my new ass I’d get to laugh knowing that not only was Sam possessed by a man he refuses to respect, he was also branded by him.
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konnorhasapen · 11 months
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I HAD AN IDEA AND NOW I AM EXERCISING THAT IDEA
ASSIGNING EACH LISTENER AN EXOTIC PET AND ALSO NAMING THAT PET
I think this may have turned into an oc thing💀
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Lasko's listener: I just established the other day that they own an axolotl named Cella (that Freelancer is hellbent on calling "Celery" and Huxley loves her ((the axolotl))sm) and this is canon to me now. They also have a Chinese water dragon named Lotus bc I said so :)
Freelancer: do rats count as an exotic pet?? (Google says they do-) They named her Gribby. This is also canon to me.
Angel: they 100% have a sugar glider named Goblin (and David is terrified of him.) They want a fennec fox and they will get a fennec fox and they will name her Deedee. Short for Speed Demon.
Baabe: snake. They own a snake and they named her Rory and Asher loves her to death.
Sweetheart: chameleon. His name is Karma and he and Aggro are besties to the max.
Darlin': a fucking raccoon. Or a badger. Either one named Cujo.
Lovely: they own a bat named Valentina.
Bright Eyes: also owns a rat, but they didn't him Remi. They couldn't remember the rat's actual name so instead they ended up naming him fuckin Ratatouille💀
Starlight: albino ferret albino ferret albino ferret and she's named Carina :)
Seer Obscura: literally owns a barn owl named Tiresias.
Cutie: they have a couple mice they named Allen and Atlas.
Honey: iguana named Geechee, but he also responds to the name Bee for some odd, unknown reason (*cough* Guy-)
Warden: snake. Burmese python. I feel like they would want to name her, but wouldnt know what to name her, so they'd settle for Mesii (to base it slightly off "burmese")
Mentor/Baby: four ferrets. Four ferrets that are specifically named Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde.
Smartass: they have a bearded dragon named Ivy and she vibes with Aaron.
Sunshine: they have chinchilla siblings named Nimbus and Nebula :3
Anton's listener: they have 2 tree frogs named Mika and Aivo, and a chinchilla named Seria (I like my chinchillas, okay?? I've always wanted one-)
James' listener: hedgehog named Morose and he's the cutest little baby James has ever laid his eyes on.
Asset: they found a mouse in the vents one time and they've kept it ever since. They named her Thias. They like to show Thias to Anton. Anton likes to see Thias(Thias reminds him of Seria). They have also introduced Thias to Brian. Brian also likes Thias. Most of the people working with/on Asset know Thias.
Precious: they aren't allowed to own a pet. Because owning a pet means giving their love and affection and attention to someone other than Regulus.
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Bonus Bits!
Damien: ...Freelancer, I think you have rats.
FL: huh?? Oh, no, that's just Gribby.
Damien: *petting Gribby* who names a pet "Gribby"?
FL: I do. Oh- don't touch her left back leg.
Damien: why? Is she hurt?
FL: I got her checked out first few times it happened, but they said nothin' was wrong.
Damien: then why..?
FL: she just starts screaming.
Damien: what.
David: Angel, I'm—
Goblin, who escaped his habitat: *zooms up the fridge and soars straight towards David, landing on his face and getting comfy on his head*
Angel: Goblin, where'd you go!? Oh! Aww! He loves you!
David: *frozen with fear*
Sam: Darlin'?
Darlin': hm?
Sam: why's there a raccoon/badger on your kitchen counter?
Darlin': that's Cujo.
Sam: ...Cujo was-
Darlin': "mEhMeHmEhMeH cUjO wAs a dOg tHoUgH" let me name my trash panda/rage skunk whatever tf I want.
Vincent: you got a pet bat?
Lovely: yeah! I wanted to name her Vincent as well, but then I thought you might get confused, so I went with Valentina instead! ^-^
Vincent: *teary-eyed* you wanted to name her after me??
Vincent: ...wait- you thought I'd get confused-
Vincent: did you buy a rat?
Bright: I found it in the trash can and he's mine now.
Vincent: o..kay. Does he have a name?
Bright: um, duh. Anyone who owns a rat and doesn't name it Ratatouille is committing an actual crime against humanity.
Vincent: ...hold on.., wasn't the... wasnt the rat's name Remi?
Bright: ...
Vincent: ... I-
Bright: y'know what Vincent?
Vincent: wha-
Bright: shut the fuck up.
Chat: you have a pet!??
Honey: yeah *fetches Geechee from his habitat* His name's Geechee
Chat: YOU HAVE A PET LIZARD!?!?
Honey: iguana*. Anyway, this is Geechee, but I've noticed he also responds to the name "Bee" and I have some speculations as to why that is.
Guy, in chat: I haven't the slightest clue what you could possibly be talking about.
Baby: I found these poor little guys in a box thrown in a trash can.
Ollie: OHMYGOD CAN WE KEEP THEM? HAVE YOU NAMED THEM SO WE CAN KEEP THEM??
Baby: yes, we're keeping them and no, I haven't named them yet.
Ollie: ..suggestion?
Baby: I suppose.
Ollie, immediately: Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde!
Baby: *sigh* goddamnit, those are gold.
Ollie: Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde?
Baby: *nods* Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde.
Ollie: YES!
Asset: hi Marcus!
Marcus: jEsus chRIst- you scared me half to-...
Marcus: what do you have?
Asset: I found someone!
Marcus: you... found someone..?
Asset: *opens their hands to show a petite lil mousey* I've decided to name her.
Marcus: oh- y-yeah? And.. what did you...name her..?
Asset: Thias!
Asset: good evening, Anton.
Anton: good evening
Asset: Thias says hello, too!
Anton, with a tired but genuine smile: hello and good evening to you as well, Thias.
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This was fun. I had much fun. This was so much fun :3
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i dont think i should have to justify my hatred towards joe but i will anyway. it sucks. im gonna stop using he and just say it bc i hate joe so much like just thinking about it makes my blood boil and my toes curl and heartbeat go faster and almost sends me into cardiac arrest bc i hate it so much. truly a waste of character and a waste of space. if i was kira and i had that damn death note id put the name jane lynch in there so ms lynch wouldnt be alive to play sue sylvester in glee and therefore there would be no inspiration for joe, therefore, it would no exist and ROTI would be a little less shitty. only good thing was sam and dakota but sams probably a very sad lonely 4chan user who browses the anime boards every thursday night because he has nothing else to do with his fucking life.
the thing is about joe is that its just a pcik me. "ermmm i hate girls!! LOL im not like other girlssss XDDD im one of the boys!!!" 😐😐😐😐😐. then it gets mad at lightning for thinking its a boy but who rlly gives a fuck girl.... its not that deep onggggg. and its always an asshole to brick and for what???? only time it was nice was when it helped brick would of that grave and then right after it just slaps him across the face???? like why would you do that...... cringeball. god ive been seeing so much ROTI appriciation kately that ive been thinking of leaving this fucking fandom because I HATE YOU ALL!!! been considering writing fanfiction but its just joe being bullied by all the other cast members (esp anne maria) bc ughhh i wanna see it suffer so bad. it deserved so much mroe karma than what it go on canon. like it just casually throws cam onto an active mine like BROOOO ur actually done for that one!!!!
im sorry but i cant see the appeal for jock at all. its just such a shit ship like how joe probably stanks of axe deodorant. they hate each other like whats even the appeal. i dont rlly give a shit about brick anway bc hes such a fucking simp and constantly rides joes dick. like bro how tf r u gonna abandon ur code just to make JOE happy..... like girl bye you would never catch me being that down bad.
how alienon felt after submitting this take (https://www.tumblr.com/total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel/744065650843058176/about-to-start-a-fire-lmao-hey-jater-why-are-u?source=share) 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😎😎😎 omfggggg shut the fuck up like ur not cute babe. ur not cute.ur the cringest ho on this sight. catnon is the only real one of this fucking blog FRRRRRR.
anyway back to why jock is so bad. idk LOLLLLL joe doesnt deserve love and every time i see jock fanart i wantt to kill myself bc yall suck lollll.,,,,, umm idk what else to add? theyre so toxic and normally i eat up toxic and unhealthy ships but theyre so mid i cant see the appeal at all. the only ROTI ships i approve of are like?????? bruh idk. they all suck and zoke can kiss my fatass bc theyre so lame too.
mod ripper i am so thankful for this blog because i can finally have an outlet for expressing my burning hatred of jo. idk why it dislike it so much!!! its just so annoying ughhhh. and jomaria and jock r bad ships. trying to think of what else i can add hmmmm...... umm yeah thats it. stay homophobic
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hookslinesandsinkers · 5 months
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The truth is actually coming from those losers about wishing Jensen to be employed lol, isn't it always what it comes down to? He had nothing offered to him three years post SNP like that's how much AA lost, so much for book and busy king lol. Their fav is too busy trying to rebranding SNP as "Dean/Jensen" show. That guy is so salty, petty and jealous just like his fans and karma is paying him back hefty with a lawsuit, canceled show and being fired from WB. This is why AA cry about polls and "wining" them with bots lol. SPN will never be a Dean/Jensen show. Their fav can pay as many PR articles as he can in attempt to make him as the only lead it’s always gonna be SAM and Dean. 
As for Misha he will back to pandering his minion as usual now that the strike is over. Imagine being a 50-year-old man and pandering a fetish m/m fandom ship, only a person with no dignity or self-respect will do this. In the other hand, it’s just testify that Misha have nothing going on to stoop that low. I don't think there will be a revival and even if it does by some miracle I hope Jared hires competent writers that would capture the initial SPN magic. I know how Jared is extremely kind but God I pray for once he shows Misha and extras their place. 
Some people forget how all the leeches extra like Ruth, Rick, Rich, Kim, Bri, Sebastian Roché even Mark Shepherd jump on the D*stiel wagon post SPN. I absolutely despise them even after seeing the tsunami of hate Jared got after the finale and for decade before that and harassment to both J2 yet they were still pandering to h*llers. They can all f*ck themselves. 
Also, can someone tell those idiot h*llers who are saying D/C kiss would "save" CW that CW have never been profitable since its conception despite having super popular shows like TVD, Gossip Girl, Supergirl, Arrow etc. Geez why are we cursed with the most unhinged brainless perverted people like h*llers in our fandom? They are like cancer that poisoned the whole fandom and sucked all the fun out of it. 
Haha. What a rant!! It's good to get things like this off your chest. I hated when Mark would pander to them too, but I get why he did it, he was scared and a coward. The others are just losers. And bingo with all the rest. Unhinged, brainless, perverted people. LMAO
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Hey, I know I am the last person you wanna talk to rn, but my life is in genuine danger (still) because all I wanted was for a apology for the misconception.
I honestly meant no harm at all, and https://www.tumblr.com/lunarsilly/725681668334256128/all-i-wanted-was-for-fable-alologize-for-the
If you read this it will make a lot more sense.
I’m low empathetic and it takes a while for me to feel epmathy, and I think it’s hitting me like a bus
I never meant for you to be harassed anything (as I said in my OG callout posts) and I have not ONCE put your life in danger.
However, Davis has put mine in danger cuz he took some things I said in the wrong manner and it has caused me to get harassed to the point where I have to deactivate most of my accounts.
No, this isn’t ‘karma’ at all because I didn’t even want anything bad to happen to you and I didn’t mean to be malicious, all I wanted was for people to be aware that you could have possibly done this stuff, and benne like
“Hey, I have a choice if I wanna continue supporting them.” And unfollow if they please.
I have not once tried to put you or anyone else in danger, all I was doing was being like “hey, this can be seen as sams since you tagged it as such.”
Also to call you out for your ableism towards your own community.
That whole ‘no TSBS fictives and no factives’ rule is not only ableist, but it further Demonizes DID by saying that alters are their source when they aren’t,
People had a choice to support you, and I hadn’t meant for it to become this huge thing because a mess up in my wording )which I mostly wrote them at 1-5am, mind you. There’s going to be some mistakes since I was obviously running on 2-4 hours of sleep, and I always apologized if I said anything wrong in Davis’s DMs)
I get why you’re upset but this whole thing has gotten me death threats and it has also put not only me, but my family at risk.
Anyways that’s pretty much it, dm me on this app if you wanna respond.
This whole situation began because instead of trying to talk things over with me, you instead chose to cast a stone at me publicly. I’m not unreasonable. I would gladly have clarified anything you were concerned about, whether it be the claims of ableism or concerns about Lulu’s design. Instead, you publicly accused me of being a pedophile, not once, but twice. Which. I won’t lie; is a VERY harsh accusation that shouldn’t have ever been tossed out on a whim. The first was in a comment thread on one of Davis' posts, the other was a public callout post. You cannot downplay it by saying you just wanted to 'spread awareness' and 'let people choose to support me.' All I wanted to do was be left alone, and you wouldn't have it. 
You took my art and made fun of it, called me names, called my partner’s alter names, and tried to make connections to an accusation that wasn’t there to begin with. I have co-workers that follow my SFW account on Twitter. I could have lost my actual job over this. You losing your Twitter account is not comparative to my entire livelihood. You can say you never wanted me to be harassed, but you slandered and insulted me all over Twitter and Tiktok during the entire duration in which this all played out, not to mention all of the posts and videos about me being ableist and treating me like some sort of class traitor.
I only spoke out about it when I was at the end of my rope, which you also mocked and slandered, and thus the harassment continued.
Davis reached out to me about it because after doing his own research, he saw it as unfair that I was being falsely accused of something that could literally ruin my life and career and put my safety in danger.
I didn't ask him to post it, and I certainly wouldn't have asked him to take so much time out of his busy schedule to research and write that entire google doc. All of the accounts he posted there are public socials, all of which have the Lunarsilly moniker attached to them somehow. He's never really talked to me much if at all outside of this situation.
As for the comments made towards people who were clearly against you, entirely unnecessary. If you wanted people to stop and leave you alone then you should have never responded. This stirs the pot and makes more trouble, it also makes you look bad.
I can't convince people to stop attacking you, despite telling them not to come after you in my last tweet about this situation. I can't order Davis to remove your socials from the google doc. All we can simply do is drop the subject and move on.
None of this would have happened if you just came to me first instead of airing out dirty laundry into public places where you were fully aware I was in. Next time you think you've been wronged in some way, instead of acting out, take a step back and breathe. Walk away from the computer/phone and clear your head so you can think straight. That is my absolute best advice to you.
I understand that you're only 15 and probably have some stuff going on at home, and the last thing I want is for anyone to get hurt. Death threats and doxxing are wrong in general, let alone to a teenager, and if you're reading this and have done either of those things to Lunarsilly, I am incredibly ashamed of you.
As for the damage? My alter is traumatized by the claims you've made. My early design of Lunar was never canon. His design belongs to me and I can use it however I please. He is not canon show Lunar.
Speaking of Alters, I want to address the ableism thing.
Once again, all this stress could have been avoided if you’d have just come to me privately on Discord when this was first addressed. I asked you politely to please keep alters of real people from the show avoidant of fronting in the TSBS server. I asked this of you with the knowledge of what was written in the moderator handbook that each moderator must read and follow in TSBS, and had no idea it wasn’t written in the public rules. I will admit fault for not checking that. It was never my intention to come off as ableist towards you nor anyone else.
We didn’t just come up with rules on a whim. We put rules in place to try and keep everyone in the server safe and comfortable, systems and otherwise. Ultimately, the bottom line was that some of the voice actors from the show found discomfort in seeing alters of themselves and their characters in the server, and the business that owns the whole shebang also agreed, and their word is final.
I entirely understand the frustration behind having alters from the show. I have a few of them myself and so does my partner. Yes, they are not their source. But that doesn't prevent the original creators, or actual person from being uncomfortable, much like some alters are uncomfortable with doubles. Everyone's system is different. Mine isn't large. It's not small either, but my alters all do have one thing, a mutual agreement to work together and harmony. If that's something you can't control, then I'd recommend staying out of larger servers such as TSBS.
I was also never obligated to tell you that I'm a system. I don’t exactly go out of my way to make sure every individual who interacts with me is aware of this information about myself. However, if you ever took a moment to look in my discord profile, you would have known. The first line that is on my profile on Discord is “Marshmallow System-DID” and it’s been there this entire time.
All I want is to be left alone. I want this all to finally be dropped so we can move on with our lives. I’m old and tired and simply do not have the time or energy to keep putting towards this situation. Just please, move on and leave me be.
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brookesallow · 8 months
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The final minutes of S9E13 breaking my heart. Sam wanted to die so badly! Why?🥲 and i feel like Sam put the world before himself, and he blamed Dean for not letting him die. And he said he won’t do the same for Dean. (Maybe he’s bluffing, because when Dean dies in crazy Tuesday, he literally went mild and do anything to bring Dean back.) But why would he say/bluff such things? I don’t understand 🥲i really could use some explanation to make me less confused. Thank you!
Okay, this is complicated but let's go.
First of all, for the rest of the people @samanthadk hasnt finished the show that's why I wont put spoilers scenes from seasons 10,11,12,13,14 or 15.
After Lucifer had being inside Sam's body, Sam knows how it feels to have another being controlling all your body, all your mind, who you are, literally he was raped by Lucifer in a psychological way. I cant tell how exactly feels a person who has been raped because I hadnt been raped and less have I been possessed by an angel but a few years ago a boy tried to do something with me that I didn't want and if there weren't people with me I don't know what would have happened. I can tell you that at that moment I couldn't react, I was paralyzed, in fact, at first people thought that I wanted the same thing as the boy because of my reaction. Later, when I was safe and still today when I think about that day I panic because I had no control over the situation, I was unable to take control, It was another person taking control over me and I was disgusted with myself for what happened, I I hated myself.
Going back to Sam and Dean:
Sam was disappointed with Dean because Dean had been the one who had allowed the same shit that had happened with Lucifer to happen again with Gadreel. Imagine that the person you love the most is the one who makes you relive your worst trauma again. When he tells Dean he wouldnt do the same for him he wasnt telling the truth, he is lying. Because yeah, Sam would do anything to save Dean.
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First of all becauase I know Sam and he would never wanted to make suffer Dean in this way just because he was lying only for revenge, that's not Sammy...
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In this scene it's like Sam is noticing that they are getting out of control, both of them sacrificing the whole world all the time only for each other, because one cant live without the other and vice versa. So maybe when in season 9 Sam told Dean the shit he told, maybe it was Sam subconcious trying to make him believe he wasnt betraying his morals as he has always betrayed when it comes to save Dean.
Even in this episode ⬇️ , "Fine, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too!" Like I dont care, I will make everything if that means you are staying with me.
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Sam is a person with a very high sense of morality but his feelings for Dean are greater than the limits of his morality. In sacrifice he was ready to die because it was the correct thing to do, he was thinking all he had done was bad, he had to make up for that, he had to make Dean proud of him and make him proud of himself, he was like if I do this, it nullifies all the shit I've done wrong (In a strange karma way)
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What happened in season 9 is that it was Dean who was breaking morale, not him, so Sam wasn't watching it from Dean's point of view, he was watching it just from the damaged person's point.
Dean is so wrong when he says "I do what I do because It's the right thing" No man, you do what you do because of your codependency, you cant live without the other. Even when Sam asks him what is the upside of him being alive, Dean answered, "you and me together", and that's the real reason, you and me together, because I need you and I love you, and I cant be without you, I prefer to be dead, as in season 3.
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But Sam and Dean are always in the same page when it's about saving the other⬆️
Their way of loving each other is not healthy, it is terrifyingly codependent, destructive and at the same time beautiful and passionate.
The epic love story of Sam and Dean
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abubblingcandle · 2 months
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If you’re still taking words: restraint, mark, damage
Always accepting words!!!
Restraint - from Make Me Fret or Make Me Frown
Roy had been exercising great restraint in not interacting with the media, because the way people were talking about his friend, his probably best friend who had nearly fucking died … there would be a lot of press murders being investigated in the morning if Roy did let loose. But Roy was practicing restraint and so instead he was offering tea and other warm caffeinated beverages to all the people that had now commandeered his house for some reason. “Ta,” Jamie whispered, taking the tea from Roy’s slightly shaking hand.
Damage - from Where the Hell is the Karma?
“He’s alive,” Detective Cartwright smiled weakly. She looked tired; her head was haloed with flyaways and her jacket was hanging around her waist. All three of them read the meaning underneath the words. He wasn’t ok but he was alive. However even that assurance after everything made Roy tear up and Georgie break down into sobs of joy. “He looks rough and believe me it seems like he looks worse than physically he is. He was conscious and standing when we found him. I just don’t want you to freak out when you see him ok,” she held Georgie but turned to talk to Roy and Simon. Roy nodded. He would say anything to just see Jamie. He needed to see the damage for himself.
Mark - from The Richmond Job
"So who's the mark then. We conning slash punching this Obisanya lad?" Jamie asked, sprawled out on the settee like he owned the place. "There is no mark. At least not yet. It's a protection job. Colin's friends with the Richmond lads and Sam Obisanya is receiving death threats for the boycott of Dubai Air. The job is to protect Obisanya and find out why a little football rebellion has put a bee in Dubai Air's bonnet," Beard explained, clicking over to a photo of Colin and Mae in the middle of the whole AFC Richmond team with a circle around Sam Obisanya. Ted wasn't big on soccer but he knew how big it was on this island. Death threats against a player should be big news but everyone involved seemed to be dedicated to pretending this had never happened. Maybe Roy had found them a good job after all … not that Ted would admit it out loud.
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ambersock · 4 months
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tagged by @adihildilid <3 to make a supernatural seasons tier list
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The primary driver for my rankings is largely Sam arcs and memorable Sam moments. Sorry this is really long-winded, I'll put the tags first and my rant below the cut.
(trying to not repeat those who have already been tagged): @ruinedsam @small-scale-majestic @sounknownvoid @supernaturalconvert @acesammy @adaav @supamerchant @glowingsamulet
S2 is my all-time favorite with Sam's powers, the Special Children, episode after episode with writing and acting that just knocked it out of the park, and one of the very few seasons where Dean is actually likeable. S4 would be up there for When the Levee Breaks alone, plus we get multiple BAMF!Powers!Sam episodes. S6 gives us more awesome Jared acting with Soulless!Sam plus gems like 6x09, 6x15, 6x20, and finally Sam's wall breaking in 6x22. And it's got my favorite Dean-worried-about-Sam moment at the end of 6x13.
The next tier down, most of them have a mix of hits and misses. S1 got me hooked but was still finding its footing, S3 had some clunkers but also a few of my favorites, S7 had Sam's hell trauma and (unpopular opinion) the Leviathan which I actually enjoyed (especially long-suffering George the Leviathan from 7x16), plus 7x17 which was my second all-time favorite episode. S11 I loved for the Sam and Lucifer arc, Baby, the fact that the Big Bad wasn't actually evil, the briliant performance by Curtis Armstrong in 11x20, and finally the end of the insufferable MoC arc. Oh yeah, and there's Red Meat, which is the ultimate combination of my two favorite things: BAMF!Sam and Hurt!Sam. The only thing that drags S11 down is the cringeworthy, forced, and completely purposeless thing between Dean and Amara.
Not much to say about seasons 9, 12, 13, and 15. There are a few decent arcs (Sam + Gadreel and Crowley in s9, Mary coming back, Sam and Lucifer again) but also some snoozers (MoC, BMoL which had potential until they were turned into mustachio twirling villains, Dean once again being a complete asshole and his cringe man-pain in s13). With the exception of the series finale, S15 was just meh. And they somehow managed to screw up Sam's magnificent hair.
Oh, and regarding S13 having the worst wire work ever put to film: I view it as pure karma for them not letting Sam be the one to kill Lucifer.
Most of S10 was almost unwatchable to me for the laughable attempt at forcing Dean into "dark" role but then chickening out and turning him into a slobbering drunk frat boy instead (MoC), the bratty and arrogant Claire, and the one-dimensional writing for Rowena (that goodness they added depth to the character later). The only things that save this season are the two attempted fratricides and the episodes that focused on Sam's attempts to save Dean. S14 only has a few memorable scenes, let alone episodes: Sam declaring that there will be no new King of Hell in 14x1, Sam talking Dean off the ledge in 14x12, and Sam shooting Chuck. The rest of the season is nothing but poorly redone recycled Sam arcs handed out to other characters. And no offense to Jack, I think the character was extremely well-acted, but he just didn't add anything to the story once they took Sam's role of being his Dad away.
Finally for S8: I have a love-hate relationship with that one. The front half of S8 has Dean being a complete asshole and the narrative focuses only his POV, leaving us with several missing months from Sam's POV. They just skip right over showing us Sam's utter devastation at losing everyone he loves in an obvious attempt to force the sympathy all towards Dean, but the more thoughtful viewers didn't buy into it. Fortunately, the Trials!Sam arc counters the hideous PoOr dEan bias from earlier on. Plus I'm an angst junkie, and we get angst galore and an attempted fratricide to boot. The back half of the season does finally show Dean being appropriately appreciative of Sam's capabilities, even if he can't express that to Sam's face, and we get yet another outstanding Jared performance in the finale. Unfortunately, what we don't get is any growth whatsoever from Dean who, even as he's watching his brother die, is still in complete denial of his shitty treatment of Sam being the cause of his breakdown. I desperately needed Dean to understand just how much of an impact his constant criticism and mistrust of Sam had, and for him to go through that epiphany and change for the better. Instead, what we get is yet another flippant denial ("Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy…come on.") as if it's Sam's fault for "misinterpreting" the deliberate emotional abuse Dean heaped on him earlier in the season (and really, for much of Sam's life before that).
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