#after the fight between him and sam in dead man's blood

[gh-0-stcup]

The weirdest take I've seen on Reddit is that the show made John Winchester a worse father in the later seasons than he was initially. That the worst he did early on was being a bit distant and training his sons from a young age. And of course, that stuff wasn't that bad because it was necessary to keep them safe.

Just off the top of my head here's what we get from season 1 alone. Dean being traumatized by John's treatment of him following the shtriga attack. John disowning Sam for going to college. John refusing to pick up his phone when Dean is literally dying. John physically intimidating Sam during an argument - one that started simply because Sam refused to go along with whatever John said to do without asking questions. Dean having to physically get between the two of them and having to physically pull them apart before they attacked each other.

There's a load of other stuff from the first 3 seasons as well. If anything, the show took a stronger stance regarding John's terrible parenting in those seasons than any of the later ones. The longer John was dead, the fonder the boys became of him.

#john was shown as controlling and emotionally abusive #he created a cult like family environment and isolated his children far beyond what was warranted for their lifestyle #he turned dean against sam to further isolate sam when he wanted to do something else with his life as a way to control him #ellen and bobby act as foils to refute the argument that what john did was necessary or unavoidable due to his trauma #both were hunters with similar backstories to john who managed to be better parents #dean himself had some choice words to say about john's parenting in season 3 #and tbh i don't know how anybody can say john ever hitting his kids is unthinkable #after the fight between him and sam in dead man's blood #john is VERY quick to use physical intimidation against sam and neither boys seem at all surprised by the reaction #and i'm sorry but that is very much not an acceptable way for a father to approach his son - no matter how old the son is #yeah their childhood wasn't full of them cowering from their dad who beats them daily for kicks #but i don't know how anybody can watch s1 and firmly say that john would never even dreamt of decking one of his boys for mouthing off #the way sam and dean speak about their father is incredibly similar to all the men i've known who were hit by their dads #but who don't see it as abuse but as something that made them behave properly #the spn reddit is weirdly huge on minimizing john's abuse and it's soo uncomfy #because the emotional abuse was pretty severe and clearly traumatic to both boys #and the way fans who interpret physical abuse as having occurred are put down as just having read to much fanfic #or wanting to make john a monster with zero textual support #is fucked to me #like look at the show #look at the way john interacts with sam when they argue #look at the way the boys argue with each other #look at the way dean argues with other people #spn #anti john winchester #john winchester's a+ parenting

[emiliehornby]

you’ll see my face in every place (but you can’t catch me now)

pairing spider-man! ethan landry x fem! reader

synopsis you loved spider-man, but you loved ethan landry more. in the end, it didn’t matter. when his worlds collided and the weight of the universe dragged him down, it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t hold on any longer

warnings canon typical violence, character death

author’s notes heyyy!! i’ve been in a writing slump recently, so i figured i’d start small and go back to my tumblr roots!! this is loosely based off of that scene in the amazing spider-man 2 (iykyk) and i’m so incredibly happy with how it turned out. i felt really smart and started kicking my feet when i came up with the title. but please let me know what you think!! mwah!!

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

One moment, you were celebrating the defeat of another villain and were convinced by Ethan to finally furbish your newly leased apartment to end the night. The next, Sam had suddenly swept you off your feet.

Now, you were at the top of New York’s abandoned clock tower with Sam holding you hostage on her hoverboard. You’re both staring at each other while Ethan voiced his worries from below. There was a feeling in your gut that was different, but something about Ethan made it feel like there was nothing to worry about because he was there. Just like all the other times. He’d gone through hell and back just to keep you safe, that you knew you could trust him with your life.

“Sam, just put Y/N down!” He yelled.

“Sam-” You tried to reason with her. The Sam you knew would have put herself in harm’s way to keep you from danger, but when you looked into her eyes, they were completely void of that warmth you were introduced to when she took you under her wing after your father abandoned you and your mother thrusted herself into work as a coping mechanism. Sam’s eyes were dark and resembled her father’s, causing a chill to run down your spine at the thought of the serial murderer.

“Tara is dead!” Sam screamed. She tightened her grip on you. You winced, knowing that was going to leave a bruise when she continued, “Tara is dead because of him. And you knew and you lied to me.”

“I couldn’t tell you!” You yelled back. Your hand lingered above her shoulder, toning your voice down to say, “Look Sam, I lost Tara too. I loved her the same way you did and I know she wouldn’t have wanted you to see what she became. It would have killed you!”

Sam shook her head, “No, she was my sister. You will never love her like I did because you sided with the person that killed her.”

Ethan could feel Sam grow more agitated and pleaded with her, “Look, this is between you and me, Sam. Fight me and please just let Y/N go!”

“Fine, I’ll let her go.” She smiled. You looked at Sam, her gaze switching to Ethan when she suddenly pushed you over. You fell quickly, but Ethan managed to meet you halfway and your hands instinctively held onto him for dear life. While your fall caused the glass dome of the clock tower to shatter everywhere, Ethan softened the blow with his back, colliding against the metal bridge.

Your breathing only grew more heavy as the world around you stopped spinning. Ethan’s chest against yours was the only thing keeping you grounded. As he felt your fear, Ethan placed a hand on your cheek in an attempt to reassure you, “Hey, you’re okay. I promise I’m gonna get you out of here.” Too distracted by your fear, you failed to notice the cut on your cheek.

Ethan was wiping off the blood when bullets began to fly through the air. He instinctively rolled you both over to avoid the ricocheting bullets when you’re met with the end of the platform, where Ethan’s grasp on your wrist was the only thing keeping you from defying gravity.

He knew he couldn’t risk letting you back up onto the platform, so his eyes fled around the room for a solution. Ethan winced when the only choice to keep you away from the fight was to let you hover under it…hundreds of feet in the air. He didn’t have much time, so he shot a long string of webs towards you with barely any explanation, “Hey, I got you Y/N. Just- Just hold on!” You let him work quickly and carefully to secure the rest of the web onto a rusted gear, but as soon as he finished, Sam suddenly crashed Ethan into a wall.

“Ethan!” You screamed when you jolted down a few inches. But you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the fight.

When Sam clicked on the trigger and no bullets came out, she threw it to the side and charged at him again. She tossed him around until she managed to pin Ethan down by the neck, where she pulled a knife from her holster and stabbed him through his side.

He yelled in pain, “I’m okay. I’m okay!” He didn’t know if he was telling you that or trying to convince himself, but he thrashed his head around to avoid the blade hitting him a second time. Seeing an opening, Ethan threw the web around her wrist, where the knife fell just past you. You watched it, and your heart pounded a little harder when it got smaller and smaller and smaller…until it disappeared. It’s that split second before you looked up and Sam was pushing herself over the edge, taking Ethan with her. While he was quick enough to shoot at something, you and Sam aren’t so lucky as Sam’s body fell right on top of your gear, effectively loosening it.

You sucked in a breath.

“Ethan!”

It became silent when you fell the rest of the way. That feeling came creeping back stronger than ever before. Your eyes were wide, but you knew that this was it. You took a moment to just look at Ethan. His eyes were covered by his mask, but you’d known Ethan well enough to see through to the soft brown eyes you’d spent years memorizing. You had heard that your whole life flashed by in your final moments, and maybe they were right. You were looking straight at it — at him. And that was all you needed to shut your eyes. For a moment you felt the chill of the web against your chest, and suddenly…nothing.

For Ethan Landry, falling through the air was an absolutely exhilarating experience. He loved jumping off of very tall somethings to feel the rush of wind against his suit and attempting to defy the laws of physics just to fall as fast as he could. But now that it wasn’t his life on the line, it seemed as though he couldn’t fall fast enough.

His eyes were glued to you, but his mind was working fast to calculate how and when to catch you. In his peripheral vision, he saw a possible way to do that. Ethan knew it was a small target, but in desperation, he counted down until he could grab the pole and shoot a web the rest of the way down.

A pop echoed through the room shortly after his screams from the impact, but Ethan couldn’t care less. For a moment, it’s almost like time stopped as the broken clock at the top of the tower struck midnight. Its bells rang in sync with his eardrums and his breathing became erratic as his spidey senses shook him to his core.

He couldn’t feel you breathing or hear your heartbeat.

A wildfire sparked in Ethan’s stomach and began to burn a trail up into his lungs while he jumped down to see your body, suspended just a few feet from the ground. He limped towards you carefully, as though to avoid frightening you.

“Y/N?” Ethan called out.

No response.

He ripped off his mask and said your name again, taking you into his arms. He pulled the web off of you, his knees failing him as he fell to the ground. He could only pull you closer to caress your hair and whispered, “Hey, come on now, angel.”

His hand moved down to your chest, where it didn't rise against him.

“Hey…you’re okay. It’s over. We can get out of here, just like I promised.” He cried. The guilt racked through his body as tears fell down his cheeks. Ethan knew better than to talk such nonsense. He didn’t even need to be a scientist to understand that you weren’t going to come back from this, but it didn’t stop him from begging anyway.

“It’s over! We can go home. Fuck, we can just lay down on our floor and eat all the orange gummies we have if that’s what you want.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. By the time he’d even consider coming home, still in his bloody and tattered suit to an empty apartment full of the things you never had the chance to unpack, he would realize that it was going to take some time to unpack his heart that was still full of grief.

But feeling how cold you were, he took a moment to look up at the moon casting an iridescent light through the broken dome. You would have pointed out how beautiful it was, and he’d smile at how your eyes seemed to reflect its brightness against the stark night, to break the tension after the tough fight you two put up if this ended the way Ethan wanted it to.

Except it didn’t.

So Ethan couldn’t help but scream. He screamed as loud and hard as he could until his throat gave out and the metallic taste mixed with the salt of his tears coated his mouth when he swallowed. He looked back down at you, where your nose had begun to bleed. When Ethan gently wiped it away, he started to think.

He was no stranger to grief. Sure, he’d lost good people — his father, his brother Richie, innocent citizens that were caught in the crossfire of New York’s daily disasters. But nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of losing the love of his life. His past, present, and that brief glimpse of his future now laid still before him.

“Just…please come back to me. Please.”

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream x reader #scream imagine #spiderman ethan landry #ethan landry #scream vi #the amazing spider man #stevie writes!

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Broken Without You

Summary: After witnessing the death of your best friend Henry and his little brother, you're close to giving up and ending it all. Until Joel asks you to join him and Ellie on their journey across the country and gives you a reason to keep fighting.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: language, blood, TRIGGER WARNING: suicide (you know what's coming) but there are also suicidal thoughts throughout this chapter and a few future chapters too.

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Chapter 3-

The three of you eventually fell asleep, Henry promising to wake you up every few hours because of the possible concussion which you appreciated, but hated at the same time.

He had done it a few times throughout the night, so when something woke you up in the early hours of the morning, you figured it was Henry once again, but you were wrong. Very wrong.

Ellie and Sam suddenly burst through their bedroom door and tumbled onto the ground in the main room. Sam crawled on top of the girl, growling and snarling while Ellie whimpered, holding him back desperately.

It took a solid couple of seconds for your brain to process what you were seeing, and when you realised, your entire world came crashing down around you.

Sam was infected.

No. That couldn't be possible. Not Sam. Not little Sam, no. No.

"Joel!" Ellie cried for help over Sam's loud growls.

The loud bang of a gunshot had you snapping into action. You jumped to your feet to find Henry and Joel already standing. Henry had Joels revolver in his hands, a bullet already in the carpet by Joels feet.

Joels face twisted up in anger and desperation as he raised his hands, frantically looking between Ellie struggling on the ground across the room and the gun Henry still had aimed at him. You could practically see the internal fight going on inside of Joel, the man wanting to save Ellie, but unable to do so.

You found yourself frozen where you stood, not knowing what to do before Henry suddenly turned away from Joel and shot his little brother through the head, silencing his infected growls.

For an endless span of time, nobody moved or said anything.

Ellie sat breathing heavily on the ground beside Sam's dead body. A pool of dark crimson blood seeping into the dirty carpet around his head.

He was dead. Sam was really dead.

Tears burned in the back of your eyes as you stared at the body of the little boy who you considered a brother. After everything Sam had been through, after everything he had survived, this was what killed him.

"Ellie." Joel said, breaking the silence as the little girl looked over at him with wide terrified eyes. "Are you okay?"

Joel took a step forward, but Henry quickly trained the gun back on him, stopping him from going anywhere.

"Easy, easy, easy." Joel said calmly, holding his hands out towards him. "Henry, give me the gun."

Henry wasn't listening though, his tear-filled eyes looking between Sam and Joel as he shook his head at himself, but he didn't lower the weapon.

Without thinking, you stepped in front of Joel. The gun now aimed at you instead because although you knew Henry, you didn't trust him enough not to shoot Joel right now while he was in this headspace. But you knew he would never shoot you.

"P-Put the gun down, Henry. Please, put the gun down." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What did I do? What-what-what did I do?" He mumbled, his wide teary eyes locking with yours before he looked over at his brother, and his voice broke. "Sam?"

"Henry, give me the gun." Joel calmly instructed from behind you. "Give me the gun. Henry, give me the gun."

Henry glanced at Joel over your shoulder before his pained eyes met yours and he turned the gun on himself.

"Henry, no!" Joel yelled.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, but there was nothing you could do except watch in utter terror as Henry squeezed the trigger.

Your body recoiled in horror as your best friend fell to the ground. His body now as lifeless as Sam's.

Tears slipped from your eyes and trickled down your face. Your chest grew so tight it became hard to breathe. Your knees trembled and quaked, threatening to give out as you took a stumbling step backwards.

Your back collided into Joels chest and he quickly grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from falling over.

"Y/N, I-" He began to say, but didn't get to finish before you shrugged off his grip and rushed out the front door.

You slammed the door shut and took a few shaky steps outside before grabbing onto the pillar and leaning over, feeling as though you were going to throw up. Tears continued to pour down your face, bile rising in your throat, but you didn’t throw up.

After a few seconds, you stumbled out into the empty parking lot in front of the motel before dropping to your knees. You looked up at the sky above you and screamed. You screamed until your voice broke before burying your face into your hands and breaking down completely.

-

Joel had tried to talk you into coming back inside. Saying that their bodies were now wrapped in some old curtain, but you refused. You didn’t want to be in that room. That very same room where Henry and Sam should still be standing. You didn’t want to be there without them, you didn’t even want to breathe the air that they should be breathing.

Joel dug their graves behind the motel without you having to ask or help. You didn’t move from where you sat in the parking lot for a long time until you saw Joel stepping out the room with Sam’s body in his arms.

You stood up and walked over to him silently, holding your arms out and motioning for Joel to pass the boy to you. His little body was bound with a faded yellow curtain, but blood was already staining the material around his head.

"You don't have to." Joel said gently, but you shook your head.

"Give him to me." You instructed, speaking for the first time. Your own voice sounding foreign to your ears.

Joel simply nodded before he gently passed Sam over and went back into the room to pick up Henry. You carried Sam around the back to where Joel had dug the holes and you carefully lowered his small body down into one of them.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm so sorry." You whispered while signing the words out of habit, tears burning in your eyes once again.

Ellie appeared beside you, staring down at the grave with a blank expression, like she was still in shock and trying to process everything. You didn't say anything to her, what could you say? So, instead, you picked up one of the shovels on the ground and began to shovel the dirt, burying Sam’s body.

Joel did the same with Henry and once he was finished, he took a step back to give you some space as you knelt down beside Henrys grave and placed your hand over the fresh dirt.

You felt like you should say something. But what were you meant to say? Nothing you could say would bring him back, it wouldn't bring either of them back, so what was the point?

Ellie reappeared, dumping Joel's backpack and scoped rifle on the ground beside him, before placing your rifle and Henrys backpack near you. The girl didn't say a word as she walked over to Sam’s grave and placed his writing pad over the top, the words 'I'm sorry' written on it.

"Which ways west?" Ellie asked, breaking the long silence.

Joel nodded his head to the left and the girl nodded before she turned and began to walk off in that direction, leaving you and Joel by the graves.

"You comin'?"

You lifted your head in confusion to find him looking down at you with an unreadable expression. Wait, he still wanted you to go with them? Why?

"What?"

"I said, are you comin'? My offer from earlier still stands."

"Why?" You asked bluntly.

He made no effort to hide his distrust and dislike towards you. Him and Henry had just started to get along, so you understood why he offered last night, but now it was just you. He wouldn't want you tagging along, that much you knew for certain.

"I don't exactly feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself after what just happened." Joel admitted, looking down at the ground as he spoke, as if he already knew that you weren't going to like that.

"Oh, so it's a pity offer?" You said, shaking your head. "I don't need your help, Joel, and I sure as fuck don't want your pity."

"Enough said." Joel responded, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and picking up his rifle before looking back at you. "I am sorry about your friends though."

You nodded, looking back down at their graves before Joel silently walked away. Barely a minute ticked by before the sound of footsteps approached you from behind.

"Get the fuck up. We're not leaving you here." Ellies voice suddenly ordered.

You sighed, tilting your head up to find the girl now standing behind you with a stern look on her face.

"Just go, kid." You whispered, your voice drained of all emotion.

"What are you going to do? You just going to fucking sit here and feel sorry for yourself? How are you going to survive? You don't have any food, and you probably don't have much water left. You'll be dead in a few days tops."

The bluntness of her words caught you by surprise, but despite that, her words were true. If you just sat here and did nothing, you would die. Maybe from starvation or maybe one of Kathleen’s soldiers survived the horde and will find you and kill you. Or maybe one of those clickers will stumble upon you. Either way, you die, but was that such a bad thing?

You had nothing left.

Henry and Sam were your family. They were all you had left in this world and now they were gone. What were you meant to do without them? How could you go on after witnessing that? You couldn't.

"Hello? Hey?" Ellie said, waving her hand in front of your face while you were deep in thought. "Did you not hear me? I said, you'll be dead in a few days. Is that what you want?"

"Yes."

Ellies expression dropped instantly, and you quickly realised that you must have said that out loud. Shit.

"Okay, you lost your friends and that sucks, I get it. But we've all lost people and I am not letting another person I care about just die. So, get your ass up and come with us to Wyoming." Ellie instructed after a few seconds of silence.

You shook your head, "Joel wouldn't like that."

Ellie scoffed, looking over her shoulder and you followed her line of sight to find Joel standing off in the distance watching the two of you intently.

"He's a big boy, he can get over it. Now, come on." She said, holding her hand out towards you.

You hesitated for a moment, staring at the girl’s hand. It would be so easy to ignore her. She would leave eventually, but you found yourself taking her hand without realising it.

-

The three of you walked in silence in the direction of Wyoming, Ellie filled the silence with her random ramblings and terrible jokes. Joel didn't speak much, and you didn't say anything at all as you followed them.

By nightfall, you had set up camp in the woods. Joel had made a small campfire, not wanting to draw unwanted attention with the light and smoke, but it was starting to get cooler at night, so you needed the heat.

Ellie and Joel sat around the fire with the last of the beef jerky that they had stashed away. You said that you didn't want any which caused Ellie to glare at you, but you ignored her and sat down against a tree away from them and the fire.

You leant your head back against the tree trunk and wrapped your jacket tightly around your body while you listened to the two of them talk quietly. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but you figured Ellie must have told Joel about what you said to her by the graves because he kept looking in your direction with a worried frown on his face.

Ellie kept glancing over at you anxiously, like she was almost expecting you to be gone each time she looked, but you were still there.

Watching Ellie and Joel by the campfire made you think of Henry and Sam. You thought back to all the campfires the three of you had sat around, roasting marshmallows and reading Sam’s comic books together. You were never going to be able to do that again... and that thought hit you hard.

You picked up your rifle from the ground beside you, ejecting the magazine and flicking out one of the bullets before putting the gun back down.

You sat there for a while fiddling with the bullet between your fingers as you contemplated what to do.

Henry and Sam’s death kept playing on repeat in your mind, like a damn horror movie on constant loop that you couldn't stop watching. You couldn't stop thinking about what happened as you twirled the bullet in your hand. You knew what you wanted to do, but you couldn't exactly do it in front of Ellie and Joel.

A bullet would make a good last meal.

It was horrible, but it was true.

There would be no more pain. No more sadness. No more suffering... there would just be nothing.

You must have been deep in thought because you didn't even hear someone walking over to you until they sat down beside you. Their sudden presence caused you to nearly jump in surprise despite the person leaving a respectable distance and not touching you at all as they sat down.

Looking over, you realised that it was Joel, but you didn't miss Ellie looking in your direction from the campfire. She had definitely sent Joel over here to talk to you. Perfect. Just perfect.

"If she sent you over here to talk to me, I'm fine." You lied, looking back down at the bullet.

"She doesn't think ya are. Neither do I."

You remained silent, fiddling the bullet in your lap. Joel glanced over, looking down at the bullet with a mixture of emotions, but didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"Ellie told me what you said earlier. That, uh, that you want to die-" Joel began to say quietly, but you just shook your head.

"You guys think I'm going to kill myself?"

"Are ya?" He asked, looking back down at the bullet in your hand before meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression.

"Why do you care?" You asked, deflecting the question.

He shrugged his shoulders before pulling out some jerky from his pocket and holding it out towards you. "You need to eat and rest."

"Not hungry. And I doubt I'll be sleeping after what just happened."

Joel nodded in understanding, shoving the food back in his pocket without trying to force you. He looked like he wanted to say something though, but thought better of it before he stood up and walked back over to Ellie.

-

You must have fallen asleep sometime after he left because the next thing you knew, your eyes were snapping open, and you sat up gasping for air.

Gunshots echoed in your mind. Sam’s body falling to the ground in a pool of blood. Henrys teary terrified eyes looking straight at you before he pressed the barrel of the gun to the side of his head.

"Y/N, hey. Just breathe. You're okay, just breathe." Someone’s voice suddenly said from beside you, but through the haze in your head you couldn’t figure out who the voice belonged to let alone trying to focus on your breathing.

You couldn't breathe. it was like all the air had gotten sucked out of your lungs and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. You could feel your chest tightening as you buried your face into trembling hands, trying to calm yourself down, but it wasn't working.

A small voice in the back of your head was telling you that you were having a panic attack, but that little piece of information did nothing to help.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Y/N, look at me."

Somehow you forced yourself to lift your head and your eyes locked with familiar brown ones. Joel was looking at you in worry, but you just shook your head unable to shut your brain off as those memories flashed through your mind on repeat.

"It's okay. Deep breaths. Y/N, just breathe. Copy me, okay?" Joel instructed, kneeling down in front of you as he took in an exaggerated deep breath, and you mimicked him before he released the breath slowly and you did the same as he repeated the action.

It took a while, but eventually you managed to get your breathing under control. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your body was shaking, but you were breathing. Small victories.

Joel was still kneeling in front of you, his brown eyes watching you worriedly before you rubbed your face with trembling hands and leant back against the tree with a sigh.

"Shit, I'm sorry." You whispered, realising that he had just witnessed you totally freak out.

"Ain't nothin' to be sorry for."

You looked past Joel to find Ellie still fast asleep by the coals of the campfire and you sighed with relief, glad that you hadn't woken her.

"Look, Ellie cares about you and if you plan on using that thing..." Joel began to say, nodding at your gun on the ground beside you. "I ain't gonna stop ya. I-I get it, okay? I do, but just think of that kid over there. She's already lost enough."

Joel didn't wait for you to respond before he walked back over to the campfire, restocking it with a few small pieces of wood. You silently watched him before glancing down at your rifle, not knowing what to do.

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[delulu4dean]

“Dean isn’t Dean.”

Warnings: cutting(not self inflicted), choking, sexual situation, mild violence

Pairings: Demon!Dean X reader, Dean X reader

Prompt: second chances, demon! Dean, Bobby’s daughter

Word count: 2,297

You wish you could’ve been there for him. Maybe things could’ve turned out differently. Dean and you always had this connection. She and Dean have been close since childhood. You lived with your dad, Bobby, who’d often look after the boys. When Bobby died, Dean promised to look after you. And he did. You joined the brothers on hunts, and when they moved into the bunker, Dean insisted you moved in with them. He owed it to Bobby.

It was hard for you. You and Dean both felt it, the tension between you. You couldn’t fight it, so you didn’t. Secret meet ups in his room after Sam fell asleep, quickies in the back seat of Baby, no doubt you were super compatible, sexually speaking. But the two of you had trouble committing. So friends with benefits is all you ever were.

So when Metatron killed Dean, all you could do is beat yourself up over not telling Dean how you really felt. And then he up and left. You don’t know how a dead man could do that, but he left a letter, so he couldn’t possibly be dead anymore.

✰✰✰✰✰

Dean is here, back in the bunker. Sam managed to bring Dean back and he’s trying to get Dean back to normal. You haven’t seen him yet, but you heard about what was going on. Dean was a demon now. Sam had warned you to not go in there. You insisted you’d be able to handle it, you’re just as capable of a hunter as he is. You’ve learned from Bobby, and you’ve learned from him and Dean.

“Look, Y/N, I know about you and Dean sneaking around. And I see the way you look at my brother. You love him,” Sam tells you.

You scoff in response, crossing your arms.

“I don't love Dean, not like that. And he’s your brother. Wouldn’t that make you emotionally vulnerable?”

“Dean and I have been through things like this before, Y/N-“

“And how has that turned out? Dean selling his soul for you? Dean tricking you into allowing an angel to possess you? Your judgment is always clouded!” You don’t hold back, telling Sam exactly how you felt. “I’m going to see Dean. Got it?”

Sam nods, and you walk past him to where Dean was supposed to be sitting. You look around confused.

No way a demon got out of the trap or the cuffs.

“Dean?” you call out.

Before you could process the hands on you, you’re pushed against a wall, with a hand over your mouth.

“Hiya, Y/N/N,” Dean smirks. “Long time no see. Long time no feel.” He put his other hand on your waist.

You remove his hand from your mouth, and whisper shout, “Dean, how the fuck did you get out of that?!”

“Human blood does wonders. Human enough to walk out, demon enough to kill Sammy. Don’t worry babe, you’re not on my hit list. Well not that hit list.”

You roll your eyes, before processing what Dean said about Sam.

“You can’t kill Sam, he’s your brother,” you look up at him.

“I wasn’t going to, and then be brought me here, locked me up, and kept injecting me with human blood.”

“Dean,” you cup his face. “You’re not you anymore.”

“No shit, I’m better. I’m the new and improved Dean.”

“I loved who you were before,” you furrow your eyebrows.

“Loved?”

“Dean… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, I couldn’t save you.”

“I don’t need to be saved now, princess.”

You don’t know why, but you felt a strange attraction to the demon in front of you. Purely sexual, obviously, it wasn’t the man you fell in love with. But this darkness in him, it’s kind of sexy.

“You may like yourself right now, but I don’t. I miss the old Dean, my Dean.”

Dean’s eyes soften for a moment, only a moment, but you can still see he has a soft spot for you.

“Dean, let’s just talk, okay? Let’s just sneak you into my room, and we can… talk.”

“Talk?” Dean raises his eyebrow.

“Come on Dean,” you beg.

“Lead the way.”

You take the first step, looking down the hall to see if Sam was still around. Once you see the coast is clear, you gesture Dean to come out. You take his hand and run to your bedroom, before locking the door.

Dean kicks off his shoes and lays in your bed, resting his head on arms. Dean is always layered up so him laying in your bed wearing a t-shirt and jeans is the equivalent to lingerie.

“Let’s get to it,” he finally breaks the silence, catching you staring at him.

“To what?”

“To the sex, or ‘talking’ as you put it.”

“Dean, I meant actual talking.”

“Come on princess, I know you can’t resist me.”

“Dean…”

He has a point, and you know it, you can’t resist him. But you also know he wants to kill Sam, and you can’t have that. Sam was like your best friend. And you knew if you had any chance of getting Dean back, he couldn’t live with himself if Sam died because of him.

“Okay let me just slip into something more comfortable, wait in the hall,” you tell him.

“What if Sam sees me?”

“You’re scared of Sam?”

“No, but I know you. You’re a people pleaser. You don’t want Sam to be disappointed in you for conspiring with me. For not immediately getting him to stop me.”

“Fine I guess we can just talk for real then. Not ‘talk.’” You tease him.

He sighs and gets off your bed.

“You got two minutes,” he tells you, before stepping out.

Quickly you pull out your phone messaging Sam.

→ Sam, Dean escaped, and he’s looking to kill you. He doesn’t want to hurt me though, at least not yet. You need to get out of the bunker before Dean finds you.

Are you sure you’ll be okay?←

→Yes

You quickly put your phone on your nightstand, and take off your jeans, and your tight fitting tank top, and throw on an oversized t-shirt that used to belong to Dean.

You hear the door creak as it opens, and Dean walks in. He locks the door, and looks at you smiling.

“Ready now?”

You only nod in response, watching as he takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground.

His lips crash into yours, laying you down on the bed. He positions himself between your legs, lifting your shirt a little. You gasp as you feel his hand rubbing you from the outside of your panties. His lips depart from yours, as you close your eyes in pleasure. You missed this.

“‘Y/N, I can’t just leave you in the bunker with that monster.’ Strange, now why would my brother be texting you that?”

You open your eyes, gulping in fear.

“I was really hoping I’d get off with you, and then let you go. Never see you again. I didn’t want to kill you,” Dean’s hand wrapped around your throat. “But stupid little goody two shoes Y/N, you couldn’t keep your pretty little mouth shut.”

You tear up looking at the Dean who wasn’t Dean anymore.

“Of course, that’s why the old me loved you so much. A selfless hero, that’s what I, he, loved so much about you.”

Dean loved you. Dean loved you, but that Dean is gone. And now all you can do is see red. You shove the demon off you and run to the door, unlocking it. But before you can open the door, he grabs you by your hair and throws you against the ground. You groan in pain, attempting to get up. But he pins you to the ground.

“Nobody is going to save you, princess.”

“Dean, please, I just want to help you!”

“Who said I wanted your help?” his voice booms. “I’m going to tie you up, and make you watch me kill Sam, before I slowly kill you.”

You’re disgusted by the demon that replaced Dean. You spit in his face, and he slaps you.

“Bitch!”

“Give me back my Dean!” You scream.

“Oh he’s gone, hunny. You’re stuck with this one. But don’t worry, you’ll be too dead to miss the old Dean.”

More tears spill from your eyes, but you refuse to break down, not right now. Right now you need to focus on surviving until Sam can get to you.

Dean finds a knife from under your bed, and grabs it.

“You know, I always wanted to try a little knife play,” he smiles devilishly.

He lifts your shirt, and traces your side with the knife. He traces it down to your thigh, before digging it into your skin. You wince in pain, but it could be worse. This is him going gentle on you. You’ve seen Dean, your Dean torture demons before.

Dean continues to drag the blade against your skin, before bringing the knife up to his lips, and licking your blood off of it. You only bite your lip to hide your whimpers of pain.

He puts the knife to your skin again, just a bit deeper.

“Maybe, we could do it, one more time,” Dean suggests.

“Dean, please, no,” you beg in a hushed tone.

“I guess the knife play will have to do then,” Dean shrugs, carving into your skin.

You give up on the tough act and give in to the tears, your cries filling the room.

“Aw come on, don’t cry. It’s not fun when you’re not fighting back. Give me a challenge,” Dean frowns.

“Do what you want Dean. The Dean I loved is gone, my dad is gone, and you’re going to kill Sammy-“

“Hey, only I get to call him Sammy,” he brings the knife up to your throat.

“I don’t have anything left. I give up, you win Dean.”

But before Dean can continue, you’re both interrupted by a voice coming from your doorway.

“Get off of her!” Sam yells.

Dean looks behind him at his younger brother.

“Or what?”

“Look, it’s me you want. Leave her out of this, Dean.”

Dean stands up and walks over to his brother. You watch as Castiel walks behind Dean, and grabs him. Dean groans and tries to throw Cas off, but the angel doesn’t budge. He drags the struggling demon out of your room as Sam runs to you, helping you up.

You look at your bleeding legs, all cut up. It stings but the damage is so minor compared to other injuries you’ve gotten as a hunter. But mentally, emotionally, seeing Dean that way hurt you in ways you can’t comprehend.

You just bury your face in Sam’s chest and sob as he hugs you.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re okay. We’re going to get Dean back. Whatever he said, what he did, the real Dean would never do.”

You nod, you know it’s true. But seeing him do it, heading the words come out of Dean’s mouth, demon or not, the image is burned in your brain.

✰✰✰✰✰

It’s been a week since Dean was human again. You’ve been hearing Sam and Cas talk about the mark, and how they need to help Dean.

You haven’t been able to leave your room since then, you can’t face Dean. Especially with the Mark of Cain. This Dean may be more human, but there’s still a darkness in him.

Sam is worried about you, of course. He’s brought you water to your room, which you drank. But you never touched the food he brought over to you. You just laid there, thinking about what Dean did to you.

Dean loved you.

Dean hurt you. Whatever pleasant memories you had of Dean are now replaced with memories of him hurting you.

You hear a knock on the door.

“Go away Sam. I’m not hungry.”

“It’s me, Y/N,” Dean’s voice corrects you from the other side of the door.

“Y/N can’t come to the door right now, try again later.”

“Y/N, please. We need to talk about what happened.”

You sigh, getting up from your bed for the first time that week. Your feet drag along the floor, and you let Dean inside. A wave of relief comes across his face as he tries to hug you, but you jump back in fear.

“Please… I am so sorry. I would never hurt you. The real me. It kills me to know what I put you through-“

“Dean, don’t. I know it wasn’t the you that’s in front of me right now, but in a way it was. Because it was your face, your hands. You. Physically you. And I can’t get it out of my head Dean.”

You lift your shorts to reveal the cuts Dean left. You couldn’t ask Cas to heal them for you, he doesn’t have his grace.

“Please, let me make this right. Give me a second chance. I won’t ever hurt you again, I promise. I’m so so sorry.”

“Dean…” you avoid his eyes, knowing you’d melt if you’d look into them. “I just,” you choke back a sob threatening to come out.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you before all this happened, but I do. I promised your dad I’d protect you, and I failed. I failed him, but most importantly I failed you. I just need a second chance, because you deserve to know you’re loved. How much you mean to me.”

You look up at him, and you were right. You melted right there, into his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He repeats over and over, holding you close.

✰✰✰✰✰

A/N Hi! I’m Ashley, and on TikTok I used filters to choose my prompt for me! My TikTok is itsafangirlthing so if you wanna see the process of picking out my prompt I got the video there, but basically that’s why my prompt isn’t detailed. This is my first attempt of writing on tumblr, but I do have some writing in wattpad under _itsafangirlthing_ if anyone still uses it lol thanks. Byeeee

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean x y/n #demon!dean #demon!dean x reader #dean winchester angst

[wisefoxluminary]

Dean's fear of love - Destiel character analysis (theory/headcanon)

So I've been reading an analysis of gay subtext in Supernatural and one theory in particular stuck out to me. Remember the episode My Bloody Valentine where Famine makes everyone succumb to their cravings. Castiel was constantly indulging on burgers and Sam falls back in to his demon blood addiction. But Dean was unaffected, he couldn't eat or have sex. Like Famine said, Dean's lack of hunger is because he feels empty inside and that he is already dead. Dean then replies and says "I think it's a strength of my character."

Throughout the episode, Dean has been avoiding food and sex and not feeling any kind of hunger when Sam claims valentine's day is his 'holiday'. Well it's far more deeper than that. Love is a special kind of hunger. It leaves the heart racing, knees quaking, a love so intense it leaves you star struck - so overwhelming you can't eat or sleep. Dean's desire to be with Castiel romantically was so intense, he couldn't even think about food, alcohol or even sex. That's why Dean spent so much of the episode uncharacteristically avoiding Cas, not looking at him or longing for him, not standing in his direction and looking for any distractions. Dean was able to fight this feeling more strongly than Sam because he's been fighting with it since the very day he met Cas. His temptation for Castiel is intense and passionate that he can't simply ignore it, instead he chooses to stay silent. He actively suppress his want because he thinks loving men is a sin.

Dean has been repressing his sexuality all his life so when the craving begins, Dean doesn't feel it because he has been suppressing it since before the very moment he met Cas. He knows someone as powerful and old as Castiel is something he wants yet can't have. He thinks that love between an angel and a human is destined to fail because Castiel is getting hunted for it and is at risk of being killed all because he rebelled for one man.

It's only until the confession in 15x18 where Castiel speaks his truth that Dean's walls come down and he realises that after ages of being stuck up his ass, that love was right in front of him. Cas loves him and he gets killed for it. Dean felt empty inside and it was The Empty that took Cas away from him. When Castiel, his light is snuffed out, he feels like his life is no longer worth living anymore. That without his intense longing for Castiel, he is a man waiting to die. You could say he was already dead because he was never going to have Cas the way he wanted. But it turns out losing Castiel is the thing that gets him killed. His love for Cas is secretly his craving and without it, he would die. It's like hunger, eventually he will starve.

Cas died for love, exactly like the victims of Famine. Dean has been trying to deny to himself that he loved Cas for years so by the time it's ready for his fantasy to become real, he is silent because that's all he's ever known.

~~~

With the will to look away

When I was fallin' down

Crawlin' in the dirt?

Is it fair enough to say

That I needed you through the crazy pain

Of livin' here with all this hurt and what I feel?

All I touch and how I steal?

The fantasy was far too real

Oh, I let it slip away

Didn't hear the strength within your words

And what they mean

You were watchin' over me

Watching over me by Radio Company

Happy 2024 everyone 🤡

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #dean x castiel #fan theories #spn 5x14 #headcanon #famine supernatural #15x18 despair #dean loved cas #he just stayed silent for so long #repressed bisexual dean winchester #i must be clowning really hard #i'm sorry for ruining your new year plans #dean is bi #happy 2024 everyone to any who celebrate

[gemini-sensei]

now we’ve discussed ghostface!dem, what about ghostfaces!samtory ??

YES! I saw one edit of them a while ago and I loved it.

Ghostface!SamTory

CW: murder, gore, violence, blood, typical Ghostface/Scream levels of horror, stalking, murder girlfriends. (unedited, I didn't know how to end this; I hope this is good lol)

🔪 Sam schemes and chooses who she and Tory are going to target and kill while Tory makes the calls and does the killing. Sam loves to play innocent because she can't possibly be doing anything wrong if she's not holding the knife. Tory pretends to be irritated by it, but loves watching Sam plot and act all innocent.

🔪 Sam is the one who got the costume for Tory. She says that if she were to wear it, she'd just trip over the robe because it's so long, which Tory eats up because she loves reminding Sam that she's her short little girlfriend. It does wonders in getting her to wear it too.

🔪 Sam's first target is Kyler. She absolutely hates him for how he treated her and ruined her reputation. His friends too, who only enabled his behavior and shared his view on women. Their disgusting to her, so after a lot of careful planning, she sends Tory to Kyler's house to take care of him.

🔪 She revels in the news once all the articles and reports about Kyler's death come out. Tory is right by her side, admiring her gleeful smile and giddy clap of her hands.

Sam turned to her girlfriend, smile stretched wide. With the subject matter at hand, anyone else would have thought she looked crazed, but Tory thought she looked beautiful. "I can't believe we pulled that off," she giggled. She tried to contain her excitement, but it was too much. "He's dead. He's really dead. It feels so good. Tell me again how you did it." Tory only smiled. "I called him, freaked him out a bit, then lured him outside. He walked around playing macho man for a while, too stupid to realize I'd snuck inside, then came back in and tried to play his dumb little games. Too bad I'd cut the cord to his system. Then I cut the power and he was wandering around in the dark. When he stumbled into the garage, I pushed him. He tried to hit me, but I'm a much better fighter than him. It only took two punches and a kick to him down, and once I did, I started stabbing him. Over and over and over again. He yelled and tried to fight back, but when I was tired of his screaming, I slit his throat. He choked on his own blood and I watched, making sure he paid for all the things he did to you." "All for me?" Sam asked, batting her eyes. Tory pulled her close. "Only for you." The moment brought them together in a heated make out session, with wandering hands and heavy moans. They federated their first kill between the sheets.

🔪 Tory has her own targets, of course. Her scumbag landlord for starters. Sam is all for it when she hears about the way he tried to trade rent for sex with Tory and she goes head first into finding out as much as she can about the guy. They want nothing more than to watch his blood spill onto the floor.

🔪 Tory causes some "light property damage" to the place to lure out the landlord, hiding before she can get caught. When he's inspecting the damage, she strikes. Bleeding out from the back, she sits him against the wall and gives him a little comeuppance, driving her knife through the crotch of his pants since he likes to think with his dick when doing business.

🔪 He's a mess under her thumb, crying and begging her to save him, call somebody, anything. She enjoys his weeping, just breaking this man down until she's tired of his crying, at which point she stabs him through the throat to silence him. He gurgles and spits up blood as she leaves the scene.

🔪 Days are spent reveling in their triumphs, reading every article or watching the news, talking about how dumb everyone is that they can't and won't figure out it's them. Then at night, they plot and scope out their next target. They watch everyone, getting a feel for their schedules and the people around them. Tory goes out and checks out the houses or workplaces of the person while Sam gets phone numbers, addresses, anything that's on paper. Since her dad is so business savvy and has some connections, it's not all that hard to get what she needs.

If y'all want more of this, just lmk. Or if you'd like another ship or even a poly!ship x reader with this au, lmk if you're interested.

#ghostface au #ghostface!sam #ghostface!tory #samtory #sam x tory #sam larusso #sam larusso headcanons #samantha larusso headcanons #samantha larusso #tory nichols #tory nichols headcanons #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai #cobra kai ships #gemini sensei

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Unlucky Day

SDV

Sebastian x Fem! Reader

CW: mild gore, near death experience,

This is fluff. Sweet moment between you and Sebby! I hope you enjoy.

You were doing some rounds in the mines, the TV said your luck was a little extra today so you figured to make the most of it with trying to get to the bottom of the mines. You were prepped and were doing pretty well! No infested floors and you found some ladders without having to break any stones. Nothing beats that type of trip. Though your mind was a little preoccupied, your friends Sam, Abigail and Sebastian asked if you could take them with you into the mines sometimes and you refused. Sam wasn’t too bent out of shape and Abi pouted but that was about it other than some prying and pushing with failures, but the worst one to react was Sebastian, after you explained you couldn’t protect them as well as you wanted to if they came, Sebastian seemed offended that you didn’t think he could handle himself, you knew he was upset because he went quiet, yes he was naturally quiet but this was a different quiet, he hardly replied to you afterwards. You hadn’t seen them since that conversation 2 days ago. You wanted to be better to ensure their safety. His safety. It wasn’t hard to notice your crush on Sebastian, though you didn’t want to admit your feelings for the pale skinned, dark haired man. You hardly hung out with him alone, he was usually locked up in his room and you didn’t want to bother him while he was working so you just never really got around to visiting often.

You were on floor 30 without much of a struggle, taking your time, getting ores and stone etcetera, though you could tell that this floor you just arrived at was infested, the aura in the area was a dead giveaway and you ran to the middle of the room to prepare yourself to fight the mob. You were slayin (yes slay bih) left and right, collecting slimes and bat wings and whatever other drops you obtained from your slain enemies. You thought you were done but the aura still hadn’t dissipated. You were so confused, starting to look for the way out until you heard a hushed voice behind you, as you snapped your gaze behind you, you saw a stray slime hopping towards you, with each motion ending in a sloshed and wet slap onto the ground, you stood your ground and held your sword in hand, waiting for the stupid slime to close the distance and come to its own demise, but it turned slightly and went towards a stone…? Confused you watched and you heard that voice again. “Fuckin’ hell-“ it clicked, someone followed you inside. Being surrounded by tons of enemies must’ve muted whatever sounds this person made, you hoped to whatever god they were okay.

You ran and jumped over the large stone and hit the slime, one hit killing it. Swift and painless. You wipe some of the slime that got onto you and turned around. “Are you oka- OH MY GOD.” You saw a bloodied Sebastian, he seemed to have a head injury, you saw blood running down his face and he was obviously in pain. “SEBASTIAN!” You knelt down and pulled out some first aid and a health elixir. “Here here, drink this I have more don’t worry.” You were stressed and worried. The aura in the room finally disappeared so you knew you had cleared it. You began to start ranting to this poor man. “Damnit why did you follow me?! I told you I couldn’t protect you! Now you got hurt because you snuck in! I don’t know how I didn’t notice, I’m so sorry” you rambled and rambled and he looked up at you, pained. “No I’m sorry Y/n, I was stubborn and got myself hurt on my own, a slime fucking tripped me and that’s all this is.. I think I twisted my ankle. Keep the drink thing.” He handed you the elixir back and pushed you away a bit.

“Sebastian..” he held his hand up to stop you from continuing to talk. “No. Don’t. My ego was hurt that you thought I couldn’t handle myself, I’ve been here before but never passed the first floor. I just… I’m sorry to make you worry. I’m fine really.” You shook your head and sighed. “Whatever. Let’s just get you out of here… it’s getting late anyways.” You drape his arm over your shoulder and counting him down you both stand, having him put some of his weight on you. “I’m stronger than you think Seb, lean on me more.” You wrap your free arm around his waist and hold him close for stability and so he wouldn’t have to use his bad ankle as much. Sebastian has a dust of pink on his face, not hard to notice due into his pale skin, his beautiful pale skin, okay not the time to daydream about your little gamer boy. He was injured and needed to get the hell out of there. “Are you getting a fever??” You asked, concerned about his sudden heat in his face. “N-No! I’m fine. Just, Yaknow. In pain is all.” He was lying, you being so close to him, your body pressed against him, your breasts were so soft on his side and your hand gently holding him in place, you were sweaty and he normally hates the smell of body odor but he didn’t mind yours at all, he enjoyed it. He’s never been this close to you.

After struggling to get into the elevator you press the top floor’s button and wait for it to start moving. You sigh as you both lean on the back of the elevator wall, watching as the floors pass by. You glance over at Sebastian who looks like he’s about to fall asleep, was it that late? “Sebastian?” You call out a little, he looks over at you with his eyes, they’re half shut, he calls you out in a breathy daze. He was starting to get heavier. “Seb-Sebastian!” You call out louder as his body slowly slides down the wall onto the floor, you gasp and immediately start looking for other wounds, you lift up his baggy hoodie to reveal a gash on his side opposite from where you’ve been, you shouldn’t have taken his word earlier, you should’ve checked. “Fuck!” You mutter to yourself as you pull out the elixir from earlier and try to pour it in his mouth, it was proving difficult due to him almost being unconscious.

“Shit shit shit! Sebastian stay with me!” You were strong but not strong enough to carry him all the way to Harvey, and he’s long closed by now so getting in touch with him would take too long. You pour the elixir in your mouth and don’t swallow, using your mouth as a carrier to him. You weren’t even thinking about you basically kissing the man, as your lips interlocked you poured the liquid into his mouth, making sure he swallowed it. As you waited for the elixir to do its magic you ripped off your flannel and bundled it up to soak up the blood that was leaving his body. Tear filling your eyes, your voice breaking. “Sebastian please be ok, please God be okay!” You had long arrived to the top floor but you didn’t care, you couldn’t do anything but drag the man and that would make things much worse you’re sure.

You start sobbing as you see the unmoving, barely breathing Sebastian lay before you, hardly being able to bare the sight of it, you heard your heart shatter, thinking this was gonna be the last time you see him. You think nothing but the worst and you clutch his hoodie and put your head on his chest, heaving and sobbing your poor little eyes out. I mean wailing. You hadn’t cried like this in a long time, not even for your Grandfather. “Sebastian I am so so so sorry… please don’t die… I love you please don’t die…”

Your confession not phasing you, needing to say it. He had to know if he was gonna die. “Please don’t leave me alone here…” he croaked and you felt you body getting weaker as time went on. His breathing was light and weak, you weren’t leaving him, not now.

What felt like hours had passed, his breathing barely there, you tried another elixir to see if he could wake up but you almost ran out of willpower. Until you felt him move, it was small but it was a movement. “Sebastian??” You called out softly, your heart swelling with hope.

“Y-y/n?” He whispered out, opening his eyes and trying to move, immediately stopping and regretting his choice. “Ow- fuckin hell-“ you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, sobbing all over again, your face red and puffy already. “Sebastian I thought you died!!” You cried out, not letting go. He lets out a soft groan of pain as you basically attack this wounded man.

“Ah- Y/n. Hey. Calm down I’m here I’m here.” He spoke softly and let out a chuckle, followed by another soft groan of pain. During all this he somehow sat up on the wall, you still hugging his torso, refusing to let any form of space come between you, crying your heart out. Sebastian stroked your hair and gave you soft shh sounds, “I’m okay! It’s alright.” He pulled you away softly and cupped you cheek, having you look at him. Gosh even through your tears you were pretty. “I’m here. With you.” He whispered and pulled you close into a kiss, it was sweet and soft and quick. You finally caught your breath, more like you choked on air. Shocked he just did that.

“I love you too.” He grinned, you felt even more tears streaming down your face as he said those special words. “You.. you heard me?” He nodded. “I also felt both times you gave me that elixir stuff. It’s not tasty.” Your face turned a shade a red you never thought was possible. “I- I had to!” You began to defend as he smiled knowingly all to well you did that for his well-being. He winced once again in pain and sighed. “Can we, get out of here? I can hobble with your help I’m sure. I’ll just be sore.” You nod and help him up and make your way back to his house, it was closer than yours so it was your default.

Unfortunately Robin is pretty adamant on locking her doors at 8 o’clock sharp every night and just his luck he left his keys in his room. With relentless teasing on the way back to your farm, you finally make it back to your quaint home, welcoming him in. “Don’t worry about the sheets just lay down okay?” You say as you help him onto the bed. He groaned and sighed a sigh of relief as his body can finally rest fully. “Thank you Y/n.. really” he was gonna sleep hard tonight. “Of course Seb, I’ll see you in the morning.” You say, about to exit to leave him in your bed. “Wait” he called out. “Sleep by me?” He more so begged than asked with his tone, he didn’t want to be alone. You were more than happy to oblige in his request. You nodded and changed in the other room into something a little more comfy. Laying beside him, knowing he can’t really sleep on either side comfortably you held his hand and snuggled up beside him.

“Don’t ever leave me okay?” You say as you start drifting off to sleep.

“I wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” He squeezed your hand and fell into slumber shortly after.

#sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian #sdv Sebastian x reader #stardew valley #my writing #fanfic #Sebastian sdv #fluff #x reader #x y/n

[lookinghalfacorpse]

in the wild all lessons last - extra scene 3

TRIGGER WARNING FOR AMPUTATED LIMBS, DISMEMBERED FINGERS, AND (mentions of) FROSTBITE.  

takes place between chapters 10 & 11

read the full fic here , info and trigger warnings here

Dream’s amputated finger lay still in the center of a metallic tray, its nerves already dead from frostbite, the flesh a terrible blackish color.

Phil’s cut was quick and smooth.  After tying a tight tourniquet and splashing Dream with an enormous amount of weakness potions to keep him asleep, he amputated just below the spread of dead flesh, and then cut the bone back even further, allowing him to stitch the remaining flap of skin together.  The stump was slightly longer than the remains of Dream’s pinkie finger, and although Dream’s heart rate spiked and fluttered directly after the cut, his slumber seemed peaceful.  Everything went perfectly well.

Yet, Phil hasn’t said a word in over 20 minutes.

“Philza.  Phil.”  Technoblade followed Phil into the kitchen, where he was taking the tray and a number of other supplies, “I’m worried about you, man.  Talk to me.”

“What do I do with this?” Philza whispered in a rush of breath, his gaze on the finger.

Techno took the tray from his hands and placed it on a nearby counter.  “I’m goin’ to put it in the ground, somewhere in the forest.”  The sooner he could get it out of Phil’s view, the better.  

“Thanks, mate.  Bury the towels, too, while you’re at it.”

Despite the tourniquet, there was still some bleeding, and they used towels to clean the mess.  One was laid across Dream’s torso to protect his blanket and clothes, and that one took the majority of the carnage.  But it was just blood, and it could be cleaned.  The Voices screamed something incomprehensible at him every time he laid eyes on them, but he could put up with it a little longer.  “I can wash ‘em, if you want,” Techno offered.

“No.  Toss them.”

Phil dropped himself onto a kitchen chair, torso slouched forward as he rested his elbows on his thighs.  He seemed pale.  Techno crouched in front of him, having to drop a knee to the ground to get close to Phil’s eye-level, and grabbed one of his hands.  “Listen,” Techno said, “Dream’s a practical guy, alright?  He’s gonna be a little upset, because losing a finger sucks, right?  But he’s gonna see that you saved the rest of his hand.  And maybe his life.  He’ll be okay.”

“Who’s ‘sir,’ Techno?”

“Uh,” he replied, “Can’t say I know any of those.  ‘Sir’ isn’t exactly a concept I subscribe to.”

“Tech…” Phil finally met his eyes for the first time since the amputation began, “When I found him, I-- He was still running.  He tried to fight me, just for a little bit.  I... I didn’t know what else to do, I had to make him stop moving before he hurt himself even more.  I held him down.”  Phil swallowed.  “He went still under me.  He apologized and called me ‘sir.’  Who is that?”

The Voices raged.

“Quackity.” Techno answered in a low voice,  “Has to be.  I saw him with Sam, and he never… said that.”

Phil pulled his hand away from Techno’s grasp and raised it to his face instead, burying himself in his palm.  

“Philza…”

“He called me ‘sir,’” Phil said, his voice muffled, “and I took his finger.”

The cottage felt far too quiet.  Barely within sight from the kitchen, Dream lay quietly on the couch, chest rising and falling with each gentle breath, his hands folded delicately on his stomach.  If not for the new bandages around his shoulder and hand, he looked just the same as those quiet afternoons that he’d nap in the living room.  

“You know it’s not the same, Phil.”

“Will he know that?”

“He will.”

If nothing else, Dream understood what it meant to sacrifice for the bigger picture.  Of course he’d understand.  He never lost his grip on reality, even if it became blurry to him at times.  Even in the depths of panic, he’d eventually look the two of them in the face and know who they are.  Every time.  Noticing Techno’s confidence, Phil looked at him and nodded.

Technoblade stood, his hooves clacking on the floor, and straightened his back.  It seemed like he had some work to do.  “He can’t defend himself, huh?” he asked solemnly.

“No.  He would’ve died out there.”

“I can work with that.”  

#i swear i'm working on the main plot also KEKW #these extra scenes make great warm-ups #i was rereading the whole thing last night to help me brainstorm and this got stuck in my head #extra scenes #itwall #in the wild all lessons last #my fic #itwall extra scenes

[homemadechickfilasauce]

Movies I could rewatch every week in no particular order

1. The Loft (2014)

For five men (Karl Urban, James Marsden, Wentworth Miller, Eric Stonestreet, Matthias Schoenaerts), the opportunity to share a penthouse in the city -- in which to carry on extramarital affairs -- is a dream come true, until the dead body of an unknown woman turns up. Realizing that her killer must be one of their group, the men are gripped by paranoia as each one suspects another. Friendships are tested, loyalties are questioned, and marriages crumble while fear and suspicion run rampant.

2. Donnie Darko (2001)

After narrowly escaping a bizarre accident, a troubled teenager is plagued by visions of a man in a large rabbit suit who manipulates him to commit a series of crimes.

3. The Boy (2016)

A young American named Greta (Lauren Cohan) takes a job as a nanny for an 8-year-old boy in a remote English village. To her surprise, Greta learns that the child of her new employers is a life-size doll. They care for the doll as if it was human, which helps the couple to cope with the death of their own son 20 years earlier. When Greta violates a list of strict rules, a series of disturbing and inexplicable events bring her worst fears to life, leading her to believe that the doll is alive.

4. The Lovely Bones (2009)

After being brutally murdered, 14-year-old Susie Salmon (Saoirse Ronan) watches from heaven over her grief-stricken family (Mark Wahlberg, Rachel Weisz) -- and her killer (Stanley Tucci). As she observes their daily lives, she must balance her thirst for revenge with her desire for her family to heal.

5. The Strangers: Prey at Night (2018)

Mike and his wife Cindy take their son and daughter on a road trip that becomes their worst nightmare. The family members soon find themselves in a desperate fight for survival when they arrive at a secluded mobile home park that's mysteriously deserted -- until three masked psychopaths show up to satisfy their thirst for blood.

6. Me Before You (2016)

Young and quirky Louisa "Lou" Clark (Emilia Clarke) moves from one job to the next to help her family make ends meet. Her cheerful attitude is put to the test when she becomes a caregiver for Will Traynor (Sam Claflin), a wealthy young banker left paralyzed from an accident two years earlier. Will's cynical outlook starts to change when Louisa shows him that life is worth living. As their bond deepens, their lives and hearts change in ways neither one could have imagined.

7. Monster House (2006)

No adults believe three youths' (Mitchel Musso, Spencer Locke, Sam Lerner) assertion that a neighboring residence is a living creature that means them harm. With Halloween approaching, the trio must find a way to destroy the structure before innocent trick-or-treaters meet ghastly ends.

8. What Happened To Monday (2017)

In a world where families are allowed only one child due to overpopulation, resourceful identical septuplets must avoid governmental execution and dangerous infighting while investigating the disappearance of one of their own.

8. Father Of The Year (2018)

When a drunken debate between two college graduates about whose father would win in a fight is taken seriously by their dads, jobs are lost, relationships ruined, and best friends come of age as they come to grips with the identity of their fathers.

9. The Last Song (2010)

Unruly New York teen Ronnie Miller is angered to learn that she and younger brother Jonah are being sent to stay with their father for the summer. The talented young pianist is already grappling with her mother over her refusal to attend the prestigious Juilliard music school, and is in no mood to spend the holidays away from her friends in a small Southern beach town.

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[theequeersdeservebetter]

Hooked

If Dean was told 5 years ago that he would be addicted to an Angel’s grace, he probably would’ve looked at them like they’ve lost their minds. Yet, here he is, dependant on it. 

It wasn’t bad at first. All he needed was an occasional taste, just a sample. Merely kissing was enough to satisfy him, so Cas agreed. Of course he agreed. So there they were. Taking a lone moment after hunts, sneaking off when the others weren’t looking, staying up late to have time to themselves. There was something about it, something about the tingle it gave his fingers, the small shock reverberating through his arms. He couldn’t get enough. 

However, the more he took, the more he desired, the more he needed.

He tried to fight it, tried to fight the urging. The thought of desiring Castiel was dark in his head. He felt it was wrong, to crave another man in the way he did. His father's scorning echoed loud in his memories. So, in an attempt to bury the impulse, he drank. He hunted. He avoided Cas, and he drank some more. Not a moment went by where Dean wasn’t throwing himself into fight after fight or swimming his way through a bottle. 

But every day he denied himself the soothing touch of the Angel, the further he fell into an endless void of irritation. His stress built over time and simply punching something wasn’t relieving enough. 

Finally, Sam and Eileen go off on a hunt, leaving Dean and Cas alone, despite Dean’s insistent pestering to Sam about letting him tag along. So here he is. Trapped in the bunker, alone, with the very one he had been trying so hard to keep away from. 

Dean paces around the bunker, unable to sit still due to the longing in his chest. But he does. He sits down in a corner of the library, staring directly across the room at the wall. He doesn’t know how much time passes before he feels the presence of the Angel. Cas makes his way over to the table closet to Dean and leans back on it, his gaze on the human. 

They stay like this for a moment. It’s silent. Peaceful. 

Eventually, Dean looks over at Cas, and he’s instantly lured into the ocean called his eyes. They simply stare. Blue eyes searching green, both curious about the other. Cas then leans up off the table and crosses the space between them, sitting down next to Dean. 

Cas reaches out but hesitates. Should he do this? Should he push? Dean’s been dodging every attempt at a conversation. What if he gets angry with Cas for trying too hard, for being a bother? 

In the midst of Cas’ overthinking, Dean decides to give in. Give in to all the yearning, all the wanting. Who cares what his dead father would think, or what Sam would think? Dean’s fought for everyone else for so long, he deserves something, someone, for himself. Every day he tried to push Cas away, the hole in his stomach grew larger. He wants this, he thinks Cas wants this, so why fight it? He’s so tired of fighting. 

Dean closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in. He reaches his hand out, taking Castiel’s. Cas instantly goes rigid and Dean fears he messed it up. 

He shouldn’t of done it. Maybe Cas didn’t want that kind of relationship. Did he misread the situation? Does Cas actually want more out of this? Why would he? Dean is nothing but a selfish, controlled by anger, cold blooded- 

Dean’s eyes shoot open and look down at his hand. Cas had intertwined their fingers. Dean felt his heart jump to his throat and his mind went blank. All the negative thoughts, all the self-doubt, the self-hatred, disappeared within seconds. 

Cas is holding his hand. Cas is purposely choosing to hold Dean’s hand. 

The weight next to him shifts and Cas is leaning forward. Void of thoughts, Dean lets his body move without regret. He almost meets the Angel halfway, their lips ghosting each other. Yet another light fear sparks in Dean’s mind but is quickly put out as Cas closes the gap.  

And oh god Dean doesn’t remeber it being this good. Maybe it’s because their kisses were always rushed, hungry, desperate. Maybe it’s because they had never built up to it, never letting their emotions build, it just happened whenever Dean wanted. But it was never this soft, this caring. Of course Cas was gentle with him, he’s always so gentle, but this is new.

The kiss deepens as Cas pushes against Dean, leading him to the floor. Dean hums slightly as he starts to feel it. The electric pulse traveling through his limbs, the intoxicating taste of the Angel’s grace just beginning to pour from him. His eyes start to glow and the lights start flashing. Their grip on each other tighten as the flow of grace grows. 

They stay like this, kissing passionately, grace stirring around them, lights continuing to flicker. They stay here, wrapped in each other’s arms. 

Dean is hooked. Hooked on the way it feels on his tonuge, on the way it tastes down his throat. Obsessed with the sensation, the spark, of grace. He wouldn’t give up this feeling for the world. 

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Broken Without You

Summary: After witnessing the death of your best friend Henry and his little brother, you're close to giving up and ending it all. Until Joel asks you to join him and Ellie on their journey across the country and gives you a reason to keep fighting.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: language, blood, suicidal thoughts

Previous Chapter

Chapter 4-

"His brother might be in Wyoming, that's why we're going there." Ellie randomly said, breaking the silence.

The three of you followed the old freeway north of Kansas City, putting as much distance between you and the horde of infected that were no doubt taking over what used to be the QZ.

"Ellie." Joel hissed, shooting her a warning look.

"What? It's not a secret."

Joel looked like he wanted to argue that statement, but kept his mouth shut. You looked between the two of them, but Ellie simply rolled her eyes at the man before you focused back on the scenery around you.

The just-risen sun shone softly on the green pastures either side of the road, bringing with it the melody of birds chirping. It was a beautiful morning, and you hated it. It shouldn't be beautiful, not after what happened in KC. In the movies it was always dark and miserable outside when people were grieving, but in real life? Mother Nature didn't give a shit about your feelings.

The bright shining sun felt like a punch to the face, so you looked away, staring at your feet as you walked.

"We don't know where exactly in Wyoming he is. Last Joel heard, Tommy was somewhere in that state, but then he lost radio contact." Ellie continued to ramble.

"Wyoming is a big place." You pointed out, glancing over at the girl. "Have you tried to contact him on the radio recently?"

Ellie looked over at Joel for an answer, but he seemed to be actively ignoring your conversation while he walked a few paces ahead.

"Joel?" Ellie called out, awaiting an answer. "Don't act like you're not listening to everything we've said."

Joel sighed, "I don't have a radio to try contact him on."

He didn't bother turning to look at you as he spoke, instead he kept his head straight while he walked, and Ellie opened her mouth to probably say something sarcastic before you spoke up.

"What if I took you to a radio tower?"

Joel stopped dead in his tracks. You and Ellie nearly walked straight into him, not expecting him to come to a sudden halt. He turned to face you properly, his brown eyes locking with yours.

"You can get me to a radio tower?" He asked in shock, and you nodded. "How?"

"FEDRA have a radio tower between KC and Omaha. Last I heard, it was still up and running."

Joel frowned, "how do you know FEDRA have a radio tower there?"

"It was common knowledge back in KC." You easily lied.

Joel eyed you cautiously, almost as if he could somehow sense you weren't telling the truth. He kept his expression blank and for a few seconds you feared he had figured it out, but then he was simply nodding before he continued walking.

The last thing you wanted was for Joel to find out who you really were. If he did, he would take Ellie and leave. He wouldn't let you stay with them, and to your own surprise, you found yourself wanting to stay with them.

Earlier, you were happy for them to leave you behind, but you're glad that Ellie came back for you because if she didn't, there was no doubt that you would be dead by now. Whether it be by your own hand or not was still up for debate.

The single bullet in your jeans pocket felt warm as you thought about it. Joels words from earlier this morning ringing through your ears.

'…if you plan on using that thing, I ain’t gonna stop ya. I get it… but just think about that kid over there. She’s already lost enough.'

You weren't sure how you felt about his words. But every time you thought about Henry and Sam, the more you wished you could be with them again. Just one shot and all your pain and suffering would be gone.

It was tempting, but you'd never do that in front of Ellie or Joel.

You'd never put them in that position, especially after Henry did it to you.

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By late afternoon the following day, you were walking through the main street of town towards the radio tower looming high in the sky on the far side of the suburbs.

The weather had done a full 360, almost as if Mother Nature had heard your thoughts from earlier. The sun had been hidden behind the stormy clouds since you woke up and it had been raining steadily for the last three hours.

Your hair was drenched, and clothes soaked through completely. Ellie had her hoodie up, but it didn't do much to stop the rain and Joel wasn't faring any better, although the leather of his jacket was probably doing a decent job at keeping the water out compared to your flannel shirt.

"What is this?" Ellie suddenly questioned, pointing at a vehicle to your left.

You looked to where she was pointing to find a very old and faded ice cream truck parked beside the curb. Wait, had Ellie never seen an ice cream truck before?

"That is an ice cream truck." You answered watching her brows furrow in confusion.

"An ice cream truck?"

"Yeah. I don't remember a lot from before the outbreak, I was just a kid, but this..." You said, stopping beside the truck. "Oh, I remember this. They'd sell ice cream out of these bad boys."

"What? No way." She said, shaking her head in disbelief before glancing over at Joel for backup. "Joel?"

"It's true." He admitted, sparing a quick glance at you before focusing on the truck and if you weren't mistaken, there was a slight twitch to his lips as if he was fighting back a smile. "This thing used to drive around and play real loud creepy music and kids would come running out to buy ice cream."

Well, when he worded it like that it sounded super weird, but it was true.

"You're totally fucking with me."

"Um-mm serious."

"Man, you lived in a strange time." Ellie said, staring at the truck like it was a spaceship.

You smiled softly watching her before a thought hit you hard.

If Ellie didn't know what an ice cream truck was, that meant Sam never knew what one was either. There was so much about the old and the new world Sam never knew after a lifetime inside the KC QZ. Walking around in some random small town and seeing things like ice cream trucks and never-ending green pastures would be like Disney Land for him. But he wasn't here to see it.

"Let's keep moving. This rain isn't going to stop anytime soon." You instructed, looking away from the truck abruptly before you turned and marched on towards the tower.

If Joel or Ellie noticed your sudden change in demeanour, they didn't comment on it and instead silently followed as you led them in the direction of the tower.

It wasn't long before you were opening the door to the small shed next to the radio tower. There was a spare key hidden under a brick around the back, but like hell you were going to use that. Joel was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid. He'd put two and two together. So, you used a crowbar that you grabbed earlier while you walked past the hundreds of abandoned cars in the neighbourhood knowing you'd need it for this moment.

You stepped inside first, the crowbar clutched in your hands tightly as you scanned the small room for any infected, but other than a few spiderwebs there wasn't anything in there. It had been a long time since you were last here. So, you hoped that the radio was still in working condition.

Joel and Ellie followed you inside and looked around while you went straight to the front desk and flicked on the switch for the radio, hoping, praying that the little green light would turn on.

A few seconds ticked by, but the light wouldn't turn on. The old radio had finally died.

"Shit." You cursed softly under your breath, flicking the switch a few times just to be sure, but it wouldn't work.

Joel appeared beside you, his eyes scanning the radio before he leant forward and began fiddling with the wires at the back of it. You stood back, giving him room to work before you glanced over at Ellie who was standing by the window and looking up at the tall radio tower beside the shed.

"Imagine the view from up there." She whispered, her eyes wide and full of curiosity.

"Got it." Joel suddenly said, bringing your attention back to him to find the little green light by the power switch was now shining brightly.

"Thank God."

You stepped forward and began scanning the frequency channels searching for any radio chatter out of habit more than anything. Back when the KC FEDRA was still up and running, the channels were full of people talking and relaying information. It was kind of eerie hearing the radio so silent.

"What channel did you used to talk to your brother on?" You asked, glancing over at Joel.

He opened his mouth to answer but didn't get a chance before Ellie suddenly cut him off.

"Uh, guys? There's a group of people with guns heading this way."

You had never moved so fast in your entire life. You ripped open the top draw of the desk and grabbed the pair of binoculars that you knew were inside, hoping Joel was too distracted to wonder how you knew it was there.

Raising the binoculars to your eyes, you looked out the window Ellie was standing by, and your stomach dropped in realisation.

They were survivors from Kathleen's resistance group.

You couldn't recognise most of them, but the woman leading the way was one of Kathleen's best friends. Shit. They must be here for the radio tower as well. How the hell did they even survive that horde of infected back in KC?

"We need to leave." You quickly ordered.

"Who are they?" Joel questioned sternly, catching onto the fact that you had recognised them.

"No one good. C'mon, there's a back door."

Joel and Ellie followed you without hesitation, the three of you rushing out the back door and running down the street in the opposite direction. Rain continued to pour down from the sky above you, but you didn't even notice.

"They're getting away!" A voice yelled in the distance before gunshots suddenly erupted from behind you.

"This way!" You shouted above the gunfire, ducking down between two houses and out the line of fire.

The three of you ran along the outside wall of the house before popping out onto a different street. You scanned left and right trying to get your bearings before you took off running across the street towards a small alleyway.

"Do you know where you're goin'?" Joel questioned, breathing heavily as you crouched down behind a large dumpster in the alleyway and he did the same, pulling Ellie down beside him.

"We can't go south, that’s where they are. So, that’s out the question, but all other roads out of town lead to the same place, the bridge."

"The bridge? Like a freeway bridge?" Ellie asked in confusion.

You shook your head, "no. A bridge over a river. If we can cross the bridge then we can disappear into the woods on the other side. They'll never be able to find us in there after dark."

You glanced up at the sky as you spoke, taking in the dark clouds. The sun was nowhere to be seen, but you knew it had to be close to setting which meant it would be getting dark soon and the woods would provide the perfect cover.

"If all other roads out of town lead to this bridge, wouldn't they know that's where we're heading?" Joel questioned, and, shit. He was right.

Kathleen's resistance group was smart. They had to be smart if they somehow escaped that horde of infected. Joel was right. They'd know exactly where you were heading. What were you meant to do?

"We should double back. C'mon." Joel muttered, grabbing Ellie's hand and leading her back out the alley before you could stop him.

Damnit.

You had no choice but to follow, however just as Joel stepped out onto the street, a car suddenly sped around the corner, and he was hurriedly backtracking and ducking behind the dumpster once again.

The car came speeding down the street, and you quickly knelt down beside Joel, peeking out from behind the dumpster just as the car pulled over and four men with guns jumped out.

"I saw them. They're around here somewhere. Search the buildings!"

The three of you remained hidden as the men all dispersed and began sweeping the streets and buildings trying to locate you.

"Anyone else got any other bad ideas?" Ellie questioned, a hint of amusement in her tone causing Joel to glare at her.

"Just one." You muttered, taking a deep breath before you took off sprinting.

The only way Joel and Ellie were getting to the bridge was if the resistance were distracted. If they were distracted, they wouldn't go to the bridge and then Ellie and Joel would have a clear shot out.

Joel shouted your name, but you ignored him as you ran straight to the car and jumped into the driver's seat, relieved that the keys were still in the ignition. Rookie mistake.

You turned the key, bringing the car to life with a roar before you revved the engine trying to draw the resistance attention towards you. Joel and Ellie were still hidden behind the dumpster, but you could see them watching you before bullets suddenly sprayed into the side of the car.

"Time to go." You said to yourself, pushing the gear stick into drive before you put your foot down on the gas and sped off.

You could see the men running after you through the revision mirror as you drove in the opposite direction of the bridge. Gunfire rained down on the car, smashing the back window behind you.

You managed to get a few streets away before the tyres got shot out and the next thing you knew, the hood of the car was slamming into the light post on the side of the road.

The airbags went off instantly, hitting your face harder than you thought they would. Pain blossomed across your nose, and you could feel something wet trickling down your chin. You didn't need to lick your lips to know that your nose was bleeding.

"Son of a bitch." You winced, pushing the already deflating airbag down.

The hood of the car was bent up so high from the impact that you could no longer see through the front windshield, but it didn't matter because the car was dead now anyway.

Suddenly, your car door swung open, and you were met by the barrel of a gun.

Your fingers twitched, itching to reach for the rifle that was looped over your shoulder with the gun strap, but you knew that would be pointless. So, you simply closed your eyes and leant your head back against the head rest and waited for the person to pull the trigger.

Joel and Ellie were probably at the bridge by now, they would be safe, and now you got to be with Henry and Sam again. It would all be okay.

"Hold your fire!"

You opened your eyes in confusion just as the man standing in front of you stepped to the side and Kathleen’s best friend appeared behind him.

Of course, it was her. Kathleen was dead, almost all the resistance was dead, but of course this woman survived and of course she found you. Fucking typical.

She didn't say anything, instead she leant down and grabbed your arm, hauling you out of the car with more strength than you thought she had. She shoved you down onto the road and your knees hit the bitumen, hard.

The gun strap was yanked off your shoulder, your rifle falling to the ground a few metres away before Kathleen’s best friend stepped in front of you. You couldn't even remember this woman’s name, but it didn't matter, not anymore.

You glanced around, noting three men standing off to the side with handguns strapped to their thighs.

"I am so glad we both survived that horde, so I can do this." She said, drawing her pistol from her holster.

"Just kill me and get it over with." You sighed, tilting your head up towards her.

She eyed you for a second before shaking her head and holstering her pistol.

"Don't worry, I will kill you. Just not yet. I want to capture your friends first."

Your heart stopped at her words.

No. Joel and Ellie were meant to be safe. That was the whole point of you distracting the resistance so that they would be safe.

"They're not part of this. They're just random innocent people-"

"No one who's friends with a FEDRA soldier are innocent." She snapped, nostrils flaring as she glared down at you. "My men are already hunting them down as we speak."

Shit.

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A/N- This chapter and the next are inspired by a certain 'bridge' scene in the video game, but the rest of this story will be more based on the show (yes, I know the show is based on the game, but I'm basing this fic more from the show)

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[deanswaywardgirl]

On The Head of a Pin

Okay, so this is a rewrite of season 4 episode 16. Enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated. :)

Pamela Barnes was dead. And Faith could tell the Winchesters felt responsible, not to mention fed up with the whole thing. To Faith, they were fighting a war that would determine whether the apocalypse would even begin. During war, there were casualties, whether they liked it or not, but that didn't erase the frustration and guilt they were all feeling. She swallowed hard as she listened to the two of them, able to hear them even though she was half asleep.

"Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads." Dean rolled his eyes and breathed deeply in response. "Look, I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith--" "Hey, man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass." "What's your problem?" "Pamela didn't want anything to do with this, and we dragged her back into it, Sam." Sam paused, the guilt flashing across his features. "She knew what was at stake," he said quietly. "Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it." "Dean--" "I'm tired of burying friends, Sam," Dean cut his brother off, licking his lips as he sat up in the seat. "Look, we catch a fresh trail--" "And we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just-- I'm just getting tired." "Well, get angry." Faith sat up, giving up on the car nap idea. "Alright, you two, enough." "Oh, she speaks," Dean commented, his voice still rough from sleep. "Well, with you two up here bickering, makes it hard for a girl to get her beauty sleep." It wasn't long before Sam pulled up in front of their motel room.

  "Ah, home crappy home," Dean grunted. Sam trudged in behind him and flipped on the lights, revealing two angels who were well and truly hated amongst the three of them. "Winchester, Winchester, and the abomination," Uriel commented, his hands in his pockets. Castiel stood back, off to the side, silent. Like a slave obeying his master.

"Oh come on." Dean growled. "You're needed," Uriel said, ignoring his jab. Faith rolled her eyes as she put her backpack down on the table. "Needed? We just got back from needed," Dean snapped at the angel. "Now, you mind your tone with me," Uriel warned. "No, you mind your damn tone with us," Dean pressed, taking a step toward the angel, his fists clenched at his sides. Sam moved between them, pressing an arm against Dean's torso, his eyes moving to the angel. "We just got back from Pamela's funeral." "Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died, saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!" Dean shouted.

Faith rubbed her forehead with her fingertips and moved to Dean's side, glaring at the angels. "Alright! Enough! Dean, enough. Uriel, what the hell do you want? Besides to piss Dean off and raise his blood pressure?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "We raised him out of Hell for OUR purposes," Uriel said, his voice still calm, though Faith could tell he was getting impatient. Dean came to flank Faith, his eyes on the angel. "Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?" Dean asked.

"Start with gratitude," Uriel replied, his eyes moving to Dean, just over Faith's shoulder. "Oh." Dean sarcastically smiled and touched his chest, before he dropped it, his eyes moving to Castiel. "Dean, we know this is difficult to understand-" the angel spoke. "And WE don't care," Uriel finished, after giving Castiel a significant look. "Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight." "Demons? How they doing it?" Dean asked. "We don't know," Uriel replied. "I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" Sam asked, cutting in. "We can handle the demons, thank you very much." "Obviously not," Faith replied. "Or you wouldn't be out seven angels. Its a real shame you're not one of them," she added, sliding her hands into her back pockets. "So, you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked, leaning on the back of a chair. Castiel stepped forward, joining the small group, but still standing behind Uriel. "Not quite. We have Alastair." "Great. He should be able to name your trigger man." "But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse." "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league."

"That's why we've come to his student." Dean's eyes darkened and Faith's head shot up as she turned around to face the angel, growling under her breath, coming to stand beside Dean. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got," Uriel continued, his eyes narrowed. Dean looked down, and swallowed hard. "Dean, you're our best hope," Castiel told him, regret on his face. "No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Dean glanced up at Castiel, his eyes pleading, but otherwise no emotion on his face.

"Not a chance in Hell," Faith added, her eyes cold as she glanced between Uriel and Castiel. Uriel slowly approached Dean. "Who said anything about asking?" he asked. Faith had a hold of Dean's jacket, and the four of them disappeared from the room, leaving Sam behind. "Damn it!" Sam exclaimed.

In the barely lit room stood Dean, Faith, Uriel, and Castiel. He moved towards the door on the other side of the room and glanced through the small window to see the demon chained up and trapped on a hexacle standing in the middle of a devil's trap. "This devil's trap is Old Enochian. He's bound completely," Castiel told Dean. Faith glanced at Uriel, her jaw clenched. Dean turned and moved back to Faith's side, she being the only one in the vicinity that he trusted.

"That's fascinating. Where's the door?" "Where are you going?" Castiel asked. "Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much," Dean replied. He and Faith walked past Uriel, then stopped, Uriel blocking their way. "Move it, asshat," Faith growled, her fists clenched, the angel getting on her last nerve. Uriel glared at them both with a sadistic smirk. "Angels are dying," he reported, his eyes on Dean. "Everybody's dying these days. And hey, I get it. You're all powerful. You can make me do whatever you want. But you can't make me do this," Dean growled, turning to glance at Castiel over his shoulder for some assistance. Castiel approached the three of them.

"This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it." Dean watched Castiel for a moment, then turned back to Uriel. Faith ran her hand through her hair with a sigh, shaking her head at Castiel, her jaw clenched. "I want to talk to Cas alone," Dean told Uriel.

"I think I'll go see revelation. We might have some further orders," Uriel said, his eyes still on Dean, who smirked. "Well get some donuts while you're out." Uriel laughed. "Ah, this one won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy. Can't say the same for your abomination, here," he said, his eyes flashing on Faith. 

Dean gently pulled her behind him and watched him vanish, then turned to Castiel. "You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby." Faith snorted, but they didn't receive a reaction from Castiel. "You know, I'm starting to think junkless has a better sense of humor than you do." "Uriel's the funniest angel on the garrison. Ask anyone." Dean sighed and walked up to Castiel. "What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?" "My superiors have begun to question my sympathies." "Your sympathies?" Dean asked, arching a brow.

"I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment." Dean closed his eyes and stepped past him towards the door, looking through the small window. "Well tell Uriel, or whoever...you do not want me doing this, trust me." He swallowed hard, hoping this last attempt would convince Castiel. "Want it, no. But I've been told we need it." "You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out." Castiel glanced at Faith. "This is why we've allowed her to be here." Faith glanced from Castiel to Dean and back. "Me?"

Dean turned and glanced at Faith, swallowing hard. "I don't want her seeing me like that." She sighed and moved to him. "Dean, nothing you do will make me look at you differently. Alistair's a demon, he deserves this, especially for everything he did to you in the basement. If you want, I'll do it." "No." Dean shook his head as he glanced at her. "I won't let you be like me." Faith smiled. "Dean, there's nothing wrong with you, believe me, I know." She winked at him and held her hand out to him. "Trust me. I won't let anything happen to you in there," she said. Dean sighed and licked his lips as he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dean wheeled a loaded cart covered with a cloth into the room where Alastair was imprisoned. The demon watched Dean as he entered, and grinned, starting to sing and moving within the chains as though he was dancing.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek..." Dean pulled the cloth off the cart, revealing an assortment of torture implements, earning a laugh from the strung up demon. Dean ignored him. "I'm sorry. This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn't laugh, it's just that--I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me?" Dean turned to face him and swallowed. 

Faith settled in a backwards chair, out of the way but within eyesight. Her eyes were dark with hatred for the demon in front of them. There was a part of her that wanted to tear him to shreds. "You got one chance. One. Tell me who's killing angels. I want a name." "You think I'll see all your scary toys and spill my guts?" "Oh you'll spill your guts, one way or another. I just didn't wanna ruin my shoes." Alastair's eyes flashed down to his shoes and worked their way back up. "Now answer the question." "Or what? You'll work me over? But then, maybe, you don't want to. Maybe you're a little scared to," he said in a sing-song voice. "I'm here, aren't I?" Dean asked, his face reading no emotion. "Not entirely. You left part of yourself back in the pit. Let's see if we can get the two of you back together again, shall we?" "You're gonna be disappointed," Dean remarked, turning to head back to the cart. "You have not disappointed me so far. Come on, you gotta want a little payback for everything I did to you. For all the pokes and prods. Hm?" Dean ignored him, but Faith knew Dean and could see the slightest flinch in his features, and the smallest stiffen of his shoulders. "No? Um...how about for all the things I did to your daddy?" Faith's eyes widened as she watched Dean's head raise up. "Uh oh," she said softly.

Back at the motel, Sam opened the door for Ruby.

"I can still smell them. Seriously, Sam, I'm not exactly dying to tangle with angels again." Sam closed the door and turned to her. "I need you to find out where they took Dean." Ruby's brows furrowed. "Not sure I see the problem. You know they have Alastair strung up six ways from Sunday. Dean cuts himself a slice, Al's reduced to a quivering heap, and the good guys get the goods. What's wrong with that?" she asked, shrugging. "He can't do it," Sam said, simply. "Look, I get it. You don't want him going all torture master again." "No, I mean, he can't do it. He can't get the job done. Something happened to him downstairs, Ruby. He's not what he used to be. He's not strong enough." "And you are?" Ruby asked. Sam sighed and swallowed hard. "I will be." "I had your pop on my rack for close to a century," Alastair told Dean. "You can't stall forever," Dean countered, focused on what he was doing. Faith was now standing against the wall on the other side of the cart, her eyes on Dean, praying she could pull him back from the edge. "John Winchester. Made a good name for himself. A hundred years. After each session, I'd make him the same offer I made you. I'd put down my blade if he picked one up." "Just give me the demon's name, Alastair," Dean said, calmly ignoring his subtle jabs at Dean's control. "But he said nein each and every time. Oh, and damned if I couldn't break him." Dean slid his leather jacket off his shoulders and handed it to Faith with a wink, earning a soft smile and wink back from her as she folded it over her arm. "Pulled out all the stops, but John, he was, well, made of something unique. The stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again." 

Dean drank from a large of bottle of something Faith guessed was alcoholic. "But Daddy's little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Oh, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean?" Dean stiffly put the bottle down. "Now." Dean finally glanced up at Faith, who swallowed hard, before he turned to Alastair.

"You know something, Alastair? I could still dream. Even in Hell. And over and over and over, you know what I dreamt? I dreamt of this moment." A nervous look took over Alastair's features, and Dean picked up a rather large needle. "And believe me, I got a few ideas," he said as he filled the needle from the jigger, sprayed a little water from it, and moved over to Alastair. "Let's get started." Faith swallowed as she watched Dean. From the next room, Castiel stood, his eyes on the door as he heard Alastair's screams.

"Oh man. Ooh," Alastair cried. Dean laid the needle back on the cart with his other tools. "Let me know if you want any more of this. There's plenty left." Alastair weakly lifted his head. "Go directly to hell. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars," he commented, causing Faith to scoff and shake her head. Dean smiled. Ruby chanted, holding a lit candle to the corner of a map. Sam watched the fire spread around the edges. "Relax, the fire's our friend. Besides, the only part of the map we need is the 'where's Dean?' part. Out." The flames instantly vanished, the map charred to unreadability; a small circle in the middle completely untouched. "There. Your brother's there," Ruby said, pointing to the small town in the center. "It's a good thing angels aren't concerned with hiding their dirty business. Not used to being spied on. I mean, who'd be stupid enough to try?" Sam turned halfway, his eyes on the floor. "Ruby, its been weeks. I need it." "You don't seem too happy about it." "You think I wanna do this? This is the last thing I--" Sam sat on the bed an sighed, glancing up at her. "But I need to be strong enough." Ruby straddled him. "It's okay. It's okay, Sammy. You can have it." She leaned in and kissed him before pulling a knife from an ankle sheath and cutting her arm, drawing blood. Sam leaned down and attached his lips to her arm, drinking it straight from the vein while Ruby stroked his hair. "It's okay, Sam," she whispered, smirking.

Dean held up Ruby's knife while Alastair looked on. "There's that little pig-poker. I wondered where it went." Dean dipped a ladle into a large bowl of holy water and poured it over the blade. "Do you really think this is gonna fix you? Give you closure? That is sad. That's really sad. Sad, sad." Dean approached Alastair, watching him for a moment, then stabbed him, his lip curling as a sizzling sounded in the room. "I carved you into a new animal, Dean. There's no going back," he growled. Faith's eyes slightly narrowed as she watched the exchange between the two and stood up off the column. "Maybe you're right. But now it's my turn to carve." "No!" Alastair cried in pain. Unbeknownst to all three of them, a faucet in the back corner of the room turned, beginning to drip right onto the chalk of the devil's trap on the floor.  

Faith stepped closer to Dean, but gave him a moment. "Dean...hey!" she called, then gently touched his arm, startled when he ripped his arm away from her, his attention still on the demon in front of him. "Dean, hey, look at me," she said and firmly turned him to face her, cupping his face in her hands. "Come back to me," she whispered, swallowing hard. "It's me," she said, ignoring the demon behind Dean. "You're here, I'm here, its okay," she reassured him, smiling warmly when he blinked and glanced down at her, his eyes softening. She released him and licked her lips before gently patting his chest before moving away from him.

It was then the lights above them flickered that Faith looked up at the ceiling before looking back out the door to see a certain red headed angel. Her fists clenched at her sides before she turned back to Dean. "I'll be back, okay? I'll be right back."

"Why are you letting Dean do this?" Anna asked Castiel. "He's doing God's work," Castiel said, his hands in his pockets. "Torturing? That's God's work? Stop him, Cas. Please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have." "Who are we to question the will of God?" Castiel asked, still not facing her. "Unless this isn't His will." "Then where do the orders come from?" "I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe, but not him."

The red headed angel, Anna, touched Castiel's hand. "These orders are wrong, and you know it. But you can do the right thing. You're afraid, Cas. I was too. But together, we can still--" "Get the hell out," Faith growled, having been standing in the room the whole time. "What the hell do you want?" she asked, having earned Anna's attention. She opened her mouth to say something when Cas spoke. "Together?" He yanked his hand away from under hers. "I am nothing like you. You fell. Go." 

Faith arched a brow as she clenched her jaw, gripping her blade tightly in case she tried anything. "And while you're at it. Stay the hell away from my boys, you traitorous poisonous bitch." The light above Faith blew to pieces as her eyes glowed. Anna turned back to Cas. "Cas." "Go," he ordered once more, his expression daring her to test his patience. As she vanished, Faith nodded at Castiel before turning and going back into the room with Dean and Alastair. 

The demon spit out blood and holy water, his eyes moving to Faith. "Welcome back, princess. You missed all the fun stuff," he said, giving her a sadistic smile. Faith smiled as she moved up to Alastair and back handed him across the face, her eyes glowing. "Don't talk to me, you disgusting monster." "Ooo, I like her, Dean. She has fire. Come on, hit me again." He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over Faith and back up to her face. "Don't you want a real man, sweets? I know Lucifer would love a piece of you," he said. Dean snarled as he came up beside Faith, but she gently touched his chest before she turned back to Alastair and leaned up to his ear. "Then tell him to come get me. I'll be waiting," she said before backing away. Alastair sighed and turned to Dean, shaking his head.

"You're just not getting deep enough. Well, you lack the resources. Reality is just, I don't know, too concrete up here. Honestly, Dean...." Dean ignored him once more and poured salt into another container. "You have no idea how bad it really was, and what you really did for us." "Shut up," Dean whispered. "The whole bloody thing, Dean. The reason Lilith wanted you there in the first place." "Well, then I'll just make you shut up." Dean grabbed Alastair's chin. "Lilith really--" Dean cut him off by pouring salt into Alastair's mouth, the demon trying to scream around it.

Alastair spit out blood and tried to breathe. "Something caught in my throat. I think it's my throat." "Well strap in, 'cause I'm just starting to have fun," Dean said, then turned and went back to his cart. "You know, it was supposed to be your father," Alastair continued, watching Dean pour out more holy water. "He was supposed to bring it on. But, in the end, it was you." "Bring what on?" "Oh, every night, the same offer, remember? Same as your father." Dean shook salt onto the blade of Ruby's knife. "And finally you said, 'sign me up.' Oh, the first time you picked up my razor, the first time you sliced into that weeping bitch...." Dean turned to face the demon when he didn't finish. "That was the first seal." Dean didn't visibly react as he stepped closer. "You're lying." "And it is written that the first seal should be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break." 

Dean turned away, his eyes moving to Faith, her own eyes on the floor, a sad look apparent on her face. "We had to break the first seal before any others. Only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line." Faith could see the fear and shock on Dean's face and dropped her eyes before closing them completely. "When we win, when we bring on the apocalypse and burn this earth down, we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester." Dean closed his eyes, trying not to react. "Believe me, son, I wouldn't lie about this. It's kind of a religious sort of thing with me." The demon glanced behind him and noticed the dripping faucet and the broken edge of the devil's trap. "No, I don't think you are lying. But even if the demons do win..." He picked up Ruby's knife, but didn't notice the look on Faith's face, her eyes widened with fear. "You won't be there to see it," he said and turned to see Alastair there behind him, out of the chains. "You should talk to your plumber about the pipes." The demon punched Dean and sent Faith flying into a column where she crumpled and curled into a ball, laying there for a moment to clear the blurriness at the edges of her vision.

Faith watched from the floor where Alastair was holding her as he punched Dean repeatedly before dropping him and lifting him by the throat and pinning him to the hexacle, his feet not touching the floor. 

Faith screamed and tried to move, the demon's hold too strong. Tears of fear fell down her cheeks as she looked on helpless. She only hoped someone would come in that door, her eyes moving to it, almost willing Sam or Cas to walk through it. She moved her eyes back to Dean. "NO! ALASTAIR!" she cried. "You've got a lot to learn, boy. So, I'll see you back in class bright and early Monday morning." Faith felt the hold on her loosen and glanced up to see Castiel behind Alastair with Ruby's knife. The demon dropped Dean and focused on Castiel. 

Faith crawled over to Dean and gently rolled him over, holding his head in her lap, caressing his cheek before glancing up at the angel and demon fighting. She turned her blue eyes back down to Dean and smiled sadly, her tears falling onto his face. "Get out of here, Faith. He'll kill you." The girl shook her head and stroked his cheek. "I'm not leaving you, ever. You hear me?" she asked.

Castiel stabbed Alastair in the heart with the knife. It sparked gold light, but not as much as when it kills. "Well, almost. Looks like God is on my side today." Castiel lifted his hand twisted the knife. Alastair grunted in pain and pulled the knife out before tossing it away and charging Castiel. Faith glanced back down at Dean to see him close his eyes. "Dean, stay with me, okay? Come on, Dean, you're gonna be okay." She looked up at the angel and demon, stroking Dean's cheek with her thumb, for the moment not caring that she was covered in his blood. "Well, like roaches, you celestials. Now, I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to Heaven." The demon started chanting in Latin, a blue light appearing in Castiel's eyes and mouth. The chanting stopped when Alastair was slammed against the far wall, Castiel slumping against the wall. Faith and Castiel both glanced up to see Sam, one hand raised. "Stupid pet tricks," Alastair said. "Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked. Faith sent a quivering cold glare at the demon, just glad Sam was there with them. At the moment, she was grateful for his abilities. Her eyes dropped back down to Dean, still unconscious in her arms. "You think I'm gonna tell you?" Alastair asked Sam, his head moving around as if he were trying to squirm out of Sam's hold. "Yeah, I do," Sam replied, then twisted his hand, causing Alastair's eyes to roll white and to choke. "How are the demons killing angels?" "I don't know." "Right." "It's not us. We're not doing it." "I don't believe you." "Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand." Sam dropped his hand, but stood just as tall. Faith glanced up at him and swallowed hard, then glanced down at Dean and brushed a tender kiss to his forehead before taking his hand. "We're all here, Dean, you'll be okay. You're safe now," she whispered against his head. "I promise. I'm not leaving you. Ever." Another tear fell down her cheek as she rested her head against his and closed her eyes. "Oh, go ahead. Send me back, if you can." Sam smirked at the demon. "I'm stronger than that now. Now, I can kill." Sam lifted his hand again and a gold light flared inside Alastair as he screamed. The host holding the demon collapsed, dead.

Having managed to get Dean to a hospital and stabilized, Faith finally felt like she could breathe, though every time she looked at the bruising, more tears would fall. She didn't let go of his hand and laced their fingers together, smiling warmly as she looked up at Sam when he gestured that he was stepping out for a moment. She glanced over her shoulder to see Castiel standing there. Anger flashed in her eyes as she stood up and looked down at Dean. She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back." She followed Sam out of the room and shoved the angel against the wall, an angel blade to his throat. "You bastards did this to him."

"Faith-" "No, you listen to me. Heal him now. He didn't want to participate in your little exercise with Alastair. You and Uriel put him in there with that animal." "No." Sam gently pulled Faith off him and glared at the angel. "Heal him. Miracle. Now." "I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry." Faith shook her head, snarling. "Shove it up your ass. And next time, do the torturing yourself. Cause if this EVER happens again, to either of them, you won't have to worry about some angel killer. You'll have me to deal with." She moved past him back into Dean's room. "This whole thing was pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers," Sam said. "Perhaps Alastair was lying," Castiel tried, grasping at straws. "No, he wasn't." It wasn't long before Sam came back into the room, but lingered in the doorway with a sigh. "Where's the angel?" Faith asked, holding Dean's hand again, afraid to let go. "He went to see if he could find Uriel. How is he?" Sam asked. Faith shook her head, more tears falling. "Same." "You really care for him, don't you?" he asked, circling back around to his own chair. Faith slightly blushed. "Am I that obvious?" she asked with a warm smile. Sam chuckled. "Please, you might as well have it written on your forehead." Faith smiled and laughed softly, shrugging one shoulder. "Wow, I can only hope he's clueless, then." Her eyes moved to Dean before her smile faded and her eyes fell. "Hey," Sam said softly, earning her attention. "He's gonna be okay. You know Dean, it'll take alot more than this to keep him down." 

Faith nodded. "I know. Its just bad memories. Last time he was in a hospital, he was in a coma. I can't lose him, Sam. I can't lose either one of you," she said, smiling softly. "You're my family."

"Faith...hey.." The brunette stirred in her sleep before sitting up and seeing Dean's eyes open. "Where's Sam?" he asked, his voice scatchy from not using it. Faith rubbed her eyes. "Uh, he went back to the motel a couple hours ago. I insisted that I'd stay. And I'm glad I did. How you feeling?" she asked, relieved that he was awake and talking. "Like I got punched by a pissed off demon," he said, turning his head and closing his eyes before glancing back at her and swallowing hard. "Can I have some water?" he asked. Faith nodded and grabbed the cup with the straw before moving to the sink and filling it up. She then moved back to the bed and lowered the straw to his lips, letting him drink for as long as he needed. When she pulled the cup back, she set it close by and turned back to him. "Better?" she asked, earning a nod. "You shouldn't be here." "Dean, why wouldn't I be here?" "Come on, Faith, you heard what Alastair said. He wasn't lying." Faith closed her eyes and licked her lips with a nod. "I know. Dean, I am so sorry." Dean shook his head. "For what? Starting the apocalypse? Wait, that's on me. Faith, I'm a monster," he said, tears welling up in his eyes, turning his head from her. "No." Faith gently turned his face back to her, but a stern look was on her face. "Dean Winchester, you listen to me. This was not your fault. You're human, and even more, you had no idea." "I broke the first seal, Faith, knowingly or not." Faith shook her head as she stroked his cheek. "I'm a monster." "No, you're not. You're a hero." She gently gripped his chin. "You're MY hero. To be honest, Dean, you were the only one down there I cared about. Cause at the end of the day, you and Sam were all I had here. So, I don't care. You and Sam have beaten every single big bad you've come up against, we'll beat this one too. Lilith or Lucifer. Doesn't matter." 

Dean couldn't help but smile at the girl. "You're insane." The girl shrugged. "I know. Duh. It's a gift." She winked down at him and smiled, then looked up when Castiel appeared. Faith glared at him, laying the angel blade across her lap. "Are you alright?" the angel asked. "No thanks to you," Dean said, swallowing hard. "You need to be more careful." "You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap." "That's not what I mean. Uriel is dead." Dean glanced at the angel sat beside him. "Was it demons?" he asked. "It was disobedience. He was working against us." 

Faith scoffed and shook her head. "So I was right. Dean's here for nothing." She stood and glared at the angel across from her. "Faith.." Dean gently touched her shoulder and nudged her back down before laying his arm back down. "Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" he asked, swallowing hard. Faith glared at Castiel, shaking her head as her eyes dropped. "Yes. When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to Hell and we fought our way to get to you before you--" "Jump started the apocalypse," Dean finished, cutting him off. "But we were too late." "Too late? What the hell took y'all so long? My god, Castiel, you're a bunch of dumbasses," Faith scolded, getting up and going to the window. 

The room was quiet for several minutes before she returned to Dean's side. "Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Faith gently squeezed Dean's hand, not knowing what to say to help him feel better. "It's not blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it." Faith shook her head as she looked up at the angel. "Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" he asked. Faith growled. "Answer him, dammit. What does it mean?!" "I don't know," Castiel said. "Bull!" Dean replied. "I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you."

"Well then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here, I'm not--I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me." Faith kept her glare on the angel. "Hey, you and me. Outside. Now." She glanced at Dean and stroked his cheek with a warm smile. "As for you, remember what I said. I don't care what the winged dicks say, you're not doing this alone, and you never will. I'm here, and Sam's here. We're with you, no matter what they say." She turned back on Castiel before going out of the room. When he showed, she hit him. "How dare you, you stupid son of a bitch. You winged dingbats epically fail to save him from Hell, and now you tell him that the fate of the world is on his shoulders?" "Faith, its his destiny." "That's bullshit, and you know it. I've never believed in destiny. You assholes failed to save him from Hell, that's on you, so you fight your own war. Leave the Winchesters out of it. You tell Michael to stay the hell away from Dean. Or, since you people can't do anything right, send him to me, and I'll do it myself. Get out of this hospital before you find out how much of a monster I can be." Her eyes glowed before she went into Dean's room and slammed the door behind her before leaning her head against it and closing her eyes. "You alright?" Dean asked. Faith turned to face him and nodded. "I should be asking you that. You're the one in a hospital bed with a drip attached to you." She sat back down beside him and turned the tv on, switching it on to Golden Girls. She glanced back at Dean and smirked. "You know you love this show." Dean smirked and shook his head before leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

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#spn rewrite #Dean Winchester #Dean x Faith #Dean angst #Dean and Faith fluff #Faith Delaney (OC)

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 59

Jus in Bello/The Runaway Bride

“Jus in Bello”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died, so…sure

I’m so worried Bela’s gonna die in this episode

Every time this FBI agent shows up I feel bad for him. It’s giving “this’ll be known as the day that you almost caught Sam and Dean Winchester” like, yeah, he detains them for a while but try always get away

Look. I hate John Winchester as much as the next guy, but listening to anyone who didn’t know him talk about him like that?? Ooooooo, no. He was not a good dad, but he didn’t do THAT, agent

What the ACTUAL FUCK?? Ooohhhhhhh the deputy director is possessed by a demon??

So…what IS the game plan here?? Literally on both sides. I get the demons wanted to come in and kill the boys, fine. But why take out literally everyone? I guess the answer I’d get is “why the hell not?” But also why is Agent Henriksen so fucking calm??

Hey. Hey, Sam?? What the hell, man?? All for a rosary?

Dean…why are you this excited about having a hit out on the two of you? Is it the blood loss from getting shot??

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. He grabbed the rosary to make the toilet water holy water because now HENRIKSEN is possessed!! THE TWISTSSSS!! And now everyone else has seen the demon leave

Best part of the episode so far? Dean and I sharing one braincell. Henriksen wakes up from the possession and the first thing he says is “I shot the sheriff.” I recall that the FBI deputy director is also dead and think “but you didn’t shoot the deputy” just in time for Dean to say that

That is the correct response, anyway

This poor girl. She’s just a receptionist.

Aw dude…fucked it up for everyone in here. Ok maybe not. It only allowed Ruby in

I wish I could like Ruby. But she is EVERY “writers trying too hard to write a ‘strong female character’ that they’ve written the same character as all the guys they write but cast a woman to play her” I’ve ever seen

I’m mad at Dean right now. This girl’s choice (though based in patriarchal bull shit from her religion) should be respected and not this soft ridicule. It’s still ridicule from him but he’s not trying to be malicious. So yeah…I’m not…not too happy with him. OMG CAN WE STOP TREATING SEX LIKE IT’S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD?? Like, yeah, I don’t want this girl to die either, but the fact that she’s never had sex is not the main reason she shouldn’t die

I will say the battle coming down to a glorified water fight is pretty great. Followed by a mass exorcism

At least they didn’t have….I was just about to say that at least they didn’t have to kill Henriksen to end the animosity between them, but then the show killed him anyway, along with everyone else

“Been On My Mind…”: some hate flirting between Dean and Bela but otherwise no

“The Runaway Bride”

God....I hate her scummy fiance. I'm so glad the TARDIS abducted Donna.

I love how much they antagonize each other. <3<3<3<3<3 They're so perfect "the what." "the TARDIS" "the what." "the TARDIS" "the what." "it's called the TARDIS" "that's not even a proper word!"

She's taking this all very well after all her shouting. Like, she just found out aliens exist and she's standing next to one in his spaceship that kidnapped her and she says "it's freezing in here with these doors open"

Oh...I wanna hug both of them. The Doctor's wounds are so fresh from Rose's departure, and Donna's so scared and covering it up by yelling at him.

There it is...the moment it's too much (for now)

Okay, but I hope Donna's wedding dress after Journey's End had pockets. I wouldn't get married in a dress that didn't have pockets. You should want better for yourself, Donna

I DESPERATELY want to know what she said when she chewed out the taxi driver to end with "and that goes double for your mother!!"

AGAIN with the masked Santas!!

We need longer seasons again, in general. A 6/8/10 episode season of any TV wouldn't have time for the two kids cheering on Donna and the Doctor from the backseat of their parents' car.

Why are you bad at lying about having a time machine? Can't go back on someone's personal time line.......apparently?? My dude...

Oh...no...the reception. And then everyone's yelling at her like she did something wrong. Sure, her crying is not 100% genuine (or even mostly genuine). But they're also not completely disingenuous. She didn't ASK to be abducted. She spent that whole time TRYING to get back so she could get married. My poor Donna.

I always enjoy the way they turn Christmas staples upside down. The Star of Bethlehem now being the ship the spider queen is on...it's brilliant.

The more Torchwood gets involved in things, the less I like them...anyway, I love how Donna's avoided seeing every alien invasion in the past two years/ever

"I'm a pencil inside a mug?" I love her so much...

There's really nothing left to do other than laugh at the absurdity of it all when your wedding gets ruined because you got abducted and now, you, your fiance, and the alien whose space ship abducted you are riding segways in the secret lower basement of your workplace where you met your fiance.

God. He's so used to Rose absolutely LOVING his manic "I just figured out what's going on and I'm going to tell you as quickly and excitedly as I can and you might not understand but I'll slow it down for you eventually" rants, and Donna does NOT have time for those. She's like "you are literally talking about ME, a LIVING HUMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. You better STOP being giddy about this and just tell me WHAT IS GOING ON," but the way she says it is with a literal slap in the face.

Why does the empress of the Racnoss know/care about Christmas? Do the Racnoss have Jesus???

...I hate him. I hate him SO. MUCH.

I just reread the post about Donna not letting Lance and the empress hurt the Doctor. So, I'm crying. She deserves so much better than everyone in her life.

There's something to be said about the Lance/empress vs. Donna/Doctor dynamics. Lance was promised the chance to see what was going on out in the universe if he would work by the empress's side and betray humanity, and in the end she betrays him for her own purposes. Donna and the Doctor were just thrown together, she is promised nothing, and she actually GETS to see the formation of the earth while BARELY getting along, and while they do part ways, they WILL come back to each other, and toward the end of this year, they'll do it again. I'm fine and not crying.

What I'd give to see Jackie Tyler freaking out about this...

Time Lord pockets are bigger on the inside, too?? Unfair

So yeah...again with the Doctor wiping out entire alien races. Gonna be keeping an eye on this. Should it be "Number of Episodes Since the Doctor Potentially Committed Genocide"? Think it might be...

The fact that after ALL THAT Donna still doesn't think Lance deserved to die. Precious. Cinnamon. Roll. Too. Pure. For. This. World.

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor Potentially Committed Genocide: 0

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[nevada-got-screwed-over]

Taglist: @averagejoey2000

Original Inspiration / Masterpost

Chapter 14 / Chapter 16

Theta!South AU. I Guess.

Chapter: 15

Words: “I’m 3 chapters ahead guys trust me” (2,022 [how appropriate])

A lifeless hand pressed to the finger scan that operated the door, a pneumatic click releasing the lock. The door slid open, revealing Mason – and the man holding a gun to his head.

“You take another step and I’ll –”

South shot first and released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Her HUD was alight with alerts – exposed wiring, broken bones, dehydration – Mason wasn’t conscious, but he was breathing. A win-win by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be too happy to wake up.

“Oh God…” Meg’s voice was muffled as South removed her helmet, Theta’s soft reassurances fading. Scans were clear – no hostiles in the vicinity. Not any that were still breathing.

Mason flinched as South cut the zipties from his left wrist, the blood on her knife cherry red against the long dried coagulation from where the binds had bitten into his skin.

“Easy, Easy Wu…” She breathed softly as he groaned, squinting through a black eye.

“South…?”

“Relax,” South cut the binds on his other arm, careful above the exposed wiring of his half- disassembled leg. “You’re a fucking mess,” His eyes were unfocused, pupils black and yawning despite the bright lights of the room. “God, Meg’s gonna kill you –”

She heard the footsteps, just in time to dodge.

The knife clipped her ear; it was better than driving into the back of her neck. Wincing she spun to face the new threat. He was smaller than her, a head shorter and twice as fast. She barely knocked his pistol to the side before he fired from the hip. There was blood on his orange bandana. It wasn’t his own.

South planted a heavy kick to his knee, left leg buckling as he cursed and slipped in the blood of the dead man on the floor. He swiped at her with his blade, more to keep her from coming closer than to inflict injury.

“Fuck! Fucking grab her, Sam – fuck!”

She heard these footsteps a second too late, her brain processing the second assailant who had sculked into the room during the scuffle. Panic and surprise stalled her long enough for him to close the gap between them. He pinned her arms behind her back, hands strong and steady.

Still reeling, her only coherent thought was that she shouldn’t have taken off her helmet. She wished Theta was here, watching her back. She missed North’s groan, an audible eye roll followed by the chiding reminder to turn on her trackers.

“Fuck, I think – how the fuck do we get through this place without a scratch but this bitch – Christ it better not be broken –”

Right. Being attacked.

Instinct and training kicked in as the smaller man struggled to his feet, pistol in hand. South shifted her weight, managing to catch the man holding her – Sam the other had called him – by surprise. Going limp, dragging him forward just enough for the back of her head to smash his nose as she kicked off the floor. Unfortunately, the pain hadn’t phased him or, like a crocodile in a death roll, his iron grip refused to let go; her arms remained pinned in his hands.

She could work with that.

Having AI in her head for so long had made her thoughts feel faster than the world around her, even after so long. Sam was still recovering from the headbut and her momentum was unbroken; she leveraged her weight against the man behind her to pull the man in front of her into a headlock, thin neck constricted between her thighs. Half strangled he snarled, teeth bared and knife raising to drive into her leg.

“Can everybody calm down?” Mason’s voice was strained, but it held a lilt of cold authority South had never heard from him. The trio, locked in their fight, froze and stared at him.

“She’s trying to kill us,” The man in orange seethed, still held in a headlock, but South had eased the pressure on his throat.

“You’re trying to kill me,” She hissed back, glaring up at the man who held her upper body still. His expression was blank, though there seemed to be annoyance simmering in his eyes.

“Let him go, South,” Mason heaved with a sigh. “Drop her, Sam.” Reluctantly, South loosened her deadlock on the smaller man, who happily put himself a distance away from her. To his credit, Sam released her the same instant. The bruises on her arms wouldn’t be pretty, but neither would his broken nose.

“What the fuck is going on Wu?” The orange one grimaced, wincing as his fingers brushed his bruised neck. Sam had moved to Mason’s side, gentle hands quickly patching the exposed wires and replacing the unscrewed bolts of his prosthetic.

“South, Sam and Isaac. Sam and Isaac, South.” He restrained a gasp as Sam snapped a piece of the leg back into place.

“Codenames,” He grumbled, narrowed eyes following South as she stepped closer, reaching for her helmet. Mason watched her, face screwed up in confusion.

“Why are you…how did you…?”

“If your wife want’s you dead when we get back, I’m not going to get in her way. Your drinking buddies suck.” She snapped, rolling her eyes and sliding the helmet back over her hair.

“SOUTH!” Theta’s shriek made her flinch, much to the confusion of the three men. “You should have kept your helmet on – I’m sorry, they came up so quickly, the scan’s range is limited and –”

“Patch me through,” Meg’s voice had lost all sympathy, rage rattling through the static. “I’m going to put that idiot under house arrest – ankle bracelet, whatever I need to do –”

South tuned out Megan’s half serious threats, nodding to Mason.

“Your wife is glad you’re not dead. She’s going to make you wish you were.” She translated, chuckling at Meg’s audible seething. Theta stayed quiet, sizing up Mason’s condition and keeping close tabs on the other two.

“Okay but who the fuck are you? Why do you know Mason –”

“Siris,” Sam, corrected.

“I rent the attached apartment.” She shrugged in regard to Isaac’s question, though Theta took note of the codename. Sam helped Mason to his feet, an arm slung over the larger man’s shoulder for stability.

“And you – there’s a lot of bodies we didn’t make back there.” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, his suspicion evident. “How the hell did you even find him here?”

“You’re not the only soldiers in the city,” South scoffed, and she softly tapped her boot to Mason’s prosthetic. Sam threatened a low growl in response, jaw clenched. “RFID tag in UNSC devices.” She leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed. “Listen, it’s been a long night, so if you want an interrogation, can we do it anywhere but here? Unless you want the police doing the interrogating.”

---

“You gotta be shitting me,” Isaac was drunk – they all were, to some degree – but the smile across his face was genuine. “So – so what? They just slapped everyone with neural implants? Even – even the fucking – the sim troopers? Really?”

“Project protocol, sometimes I – I forget not everyone ran special ops.” The shot burned down her throat, the warmth in her gut a relief from the icy stress that had gripped her throughout the night.

Meg wasn’t about the let the newly acquainted trio crash in her home – not when she still had to chew out her husband and break the baby news to him. Not to mention, Isaac and Sam seemed keen to get a drink – still nursing their bruises and bloody noses. South was tired enough and enticed enough by the offer of a drink at the pair’s apartment to join them for some war stories.

It felt…good. When shooting the shit with her coworkers at the factory, she always had to bite her tongue, tell white lies. But with these two South felt at ease – she was sure that they knew how to keep a secret. Seeing as they, and Mason, had kept one from Meg for so long.

“Why the fuck they give sim troopers implants? Just for funsies?” Isaac poured himself another shot. The whiskey bottle had finally run dry, clinking hollowly on the island’s granite countertop. Meg was right. This bounty work was clearly worth the risk – at least financially.

“Something like that – Director loved fucking with people like that. Control freak.” South glared at the midmorning sun streaking through the high-rise apartment’s half closed blinds. She had definitely missed her shift at the factory, not that she was sober enough to operate a forklift or any other heavy machinery.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Isaac scoffed, sipping at what was left of the alcohol. “Gosh our CO was such a fucking piece of work – right Sammy? Sam?”

There was a muffled grunt from the couch, the man’s face mostly obscured by an icepack. His whiskey glass was misty with condensation, pooling onto the coffee table. For all their wealth, there was not a coaster in sight.

“Exactly!” Isaac was emphatic despite the lack of coherent response, words slurring together as his voice quieted. “Piece of shit fucking…you know, that asshole’s the reason he’s like that.”

“Who?”

“Sam,” He rested his elbows on the counter, holding his head in his hands. “He was…well, actually, you probably would have hated what he was like before. I kinda did.”

“I’m not quite endeared to what he’s like now.” South’s halfhearted smile did little to ease the growing tension in Isaac’s face, his brow furrowed and eyes dark. He grew quiet, and her thoughts wandered.

She had never seen active combat – not in the war, at least the one against the aliens. That’s what she had signed up for, what her brother had signed up for. She never even seen an alien in the flesh – those Elites in their sleek armor and the cannon fodder Grunts were only glimpsed through screens and news feeds.

While soldiers like Isaac and Sam fought for their lives – for humanity itself – against invading forces, she and North…they were a pair of the Director’s guinea pigs, spilling human blood on human planets for a Project that had spiraled out of UNSC’s control.

And they knew it; the siblings had talked about leaving. Defecting from the Project, reporting to the UNSC but…there was always something that kept them in the Project.

Safety from the unknown. Safety from what they knew was certain and bloody outright warfare. North was a good enough sniper even without an AI; he would have been moved to a different company than her. And what good was she without her brother to watch her back?

“It was just us; you know?” Isaac’s voice was soft, eyes distant. Sam was snoring softly on the couch, completely asleep. Probably.

“Hm?”

“We didn’t even know each other – not really, our company was patchwork. I had been on the front two months ahead of Sam, and he was fresh from bootcamp,” He scoffed softly, “Fresh faced bleeding heart fucking idiot…” He turned the empty whiskey bottle around in his hands, picking at the label. “A whole company – poof, gone. Half in the first two days on the ground. Sam got taken then. CO didn’t see any sense in getting him back.”

“Thought you said you didn’t know him.”

“I didn’t, but I knew our CO was a dick.” Isaac chuckled, no humor in his voice. “To be honest I didn’t like Sam much either, but he could fight.” He sighed, leaning back precariously on his barstool and staring at the dimmed lights above. “Holy fuck did he fight. Saved my skin more than a few times. Honestly, it was better than fighting with a whole platoon. Just, having someone I could trust to watch my back. You know?”

Yeah. She knew. 

---

She came home the next day, hungover and tired. Her teeth ached and her brain felt like jello. But she couldn’t muster the strength to be annoyed with Theta’s high pitched greeting and fast paced words – some explanation of how to improve her helmet, facilitate integration…

He sounded too much like home to hate, even with her headache.

#rvb #red versus blue #theta!south au #rvb south #rvb theta #rvb siris #rvb felic #rvb locus #megan wu #agent south dakota #Theta AI Fragment #mason wu #isaac gates #samuel ortez #*blows a kiss to my computer* for the principal components analysis of my final project's statistics

[peninkwrites]

Wake Up. - ch 8 of ?

Dream is hunted. Connor is easily persuaded.

(cw: referenced injury and character death.)

crossposted to ao3

ch 1

ch 7

Ch 9

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Tubbo arrives to the community house moments after Sapnap.

“Dream!”

He hears Sapnap scream and tries to run a little faster, expecting to find Sapnap dead on the ground, but when he enters, Sapnap stands alone.

“Where is he?  Sapnap, where is he?”  Tubbo stops.  He does not look out any of the neighboring doorways himself, he only looks at Sapnap and prays for a better answer.  Sapnap gives him this terrible, guilt ridden look and Tubbo starts running.  Back toward New L’Manberg.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo sees his minutes man exit his house haggard and weary, Sam pushing past him and starts running in the opposite direction, toward Ponk’s place, his expression not only one of just guilt but of loss.

“Sam!” Sapnap seems torn between following him and staying with these two.

“P-Ponk– I couldn’t– I couldn’t–” Ranboo doesn’t react when Tubbo grabs his arms.

“Ranboo– Where is he?  He’s okay, right?”

“There was t-too much blood and I couldn’t– I tried but the health pot– I was too late, I w-was–” Ranboo’s eyes seem almost glassy.  There’s blood on his hands too now.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo shouts in his face.  “Please.  Where’s Tommy?”

Ranboo seems to blink awake.  “He w-was– He’s with Punz, isn’t he?  Punz said he would– He said he would go look after him, I was– I’m sorry, Tubbo I was trying t-to save Ponk but I couldn’t–”

“It’s okay, Ranboo, where’s Punz, then?” Tubbo is growing more and more panicked.

Almost on cue, Punz’s name glows to life on Tubbo’s communicator.

DREAM TOOK TOMMY

BY THE PRISON

Tubbo is already sprinting toward the prime path, heart beating in his throat, flighty terror that makes him feel more inclined to cry than fight.  He needs to be strong right now.  It’s hard when he’s this fucking scared.

hurry im bleidng

Sapnap and Ranboo race behind him.

he killed connor

theyre gone fucking hurry

“Punz!” Sapnap sprints to his friend’s side, where Punz remains bleeding and dipping closer to unconsciousness.

Tubbo looks wildly around them, for anything, any sign.

“Which way did they go?!”

Punz struggles to focus on him, blood beginning to pool around him from an arrow wound in his leg and a nasty gash across his side.  Sapnap helps him sit up.

“H-Here, I have–” Ranboo’s hands shake as he passes Sapnap a health potion.

“Punz, where the fuck did they go?!” Tubbo almost grabs him, having just enough sense not to start to strangle someone already looking half dead.

“Th-That way,” Punz points vaguely in the direction of the prison.

“Did they leave in a boat?��� Sapnap scans the horizon.

“No, no it was… they might be in the prison?  I dunno, they went in there,” Punz nods to the portal room before shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth as every inhale tugs at the gaping hole in his side.

“I’m going,” Tubbo heads for the portal.

“Tubbo!  Wait–” Sapnap wants to go help him, but Punz isn’t going to last much longer without help.

“I- I can help Punz, please go take care of him, keep him safe,” Ranboo puts his arm around Punz, taking Sapnap’s place so he can run after Tubbo.

Sapnap enters the portal room just as Tubbo disappears through it.

By the time Sapnap has joined him on the other side, in the tiny waystation between the prison and the outside world, he knows it’s over.  Sapnap feels like there’s a stone weighing down his stomach as he sees Tubbo, frozen, two broken pieces of wood in his hands.  Tommy’s cane.  Sapnap scans the room.  They are alone.  No visible indication of any way in or any way out.

“...Tubbo?” Sapnap says carefully.

For a moment Tubbo remains frozen, staring at the shards of wood like they may as well be Tommy’s corpse.  “I need… I need an Enderchest.  I need one right now– Where–” Tubbo turns back toward the portal.  His expression is no longer panicked, it is cold and empty.

Sapnap follows him, stopping as he sees Ranboo holding a very limp Punz.

“Is he…?”

“He’s alive.  Just passed out.  Health pot stopped the bleeding,” Ranboo says, exhausted and shaky.

“Good, yeah– fine,” Sapnap pushes his hair back from his face with a heavy sigh.  “We can’t lose anyone else today.”

“S-So he…?” Ranboo looks to him sharply, anguish only growing.

“I… He got away from me,” Sapnap tries to sound steady.  “Here– I can… I can carry him.  You should go find Tubbo.  He’s going to need you.”

Ranboo nods, looking ill, passing over his charge before running in the direction of Tubbo.  Tubbo has scaled one of Bad’s trident towers.

“What’re you..?”

“Tommy– That fucking asshole– He planned this shit,” Tubbo snaps as he climbs back down.  “They’re… they’re still in the Nether,” Tubbo stares at the compass, which spins aimlessly.  “When I get him– I’m gonna fucking kill him and then I’ll have Dream bring him back so can tell him off again.”  Tubbo has to be mad at Tommy.  He has to hate him for doing this because he can’t hate him if he’s gone forever.  Being angry with him means he’s coming home.  He has to be.

“Right– Right, the compass.  We should get help,” Ranboo nods, following Tubbo back down the primepath toward the main Nether portal.

“Yeah, but I’m not waiting.  The longer we wait the further they get away.”

“O-Oh,” Ranboo says with wide eyes.  “Let me– I have to tell people.  We do need help, Tubbo.”  He pulls out his comm, typing furiously.

“Okay, keep them updated with coordinates, then,” Tubbo enters the portal, Ranboo quickly following.  “Do you have obsidian?”

“N-No?”

“Go get some and get some swiftness pots or pearls so you can catch up.  The moment this thing stops working we’ve got to build a portal to get back to the overworld,” Tubbo turns around and starts off down the nether highway closest to the compass’s mark.

“Tubbo– You shouldn’t– You can’t go alone!” Ranboo is torn between his orders and keeping his friend safe.

“Send someone fucking after me, then!” Tubbo doesn't stop his stride.

“You’re insane!” Ranboo shouts after him frustratedly before running back toward the portal.  “Oh shoot oh shoot, come on– Come on, you gotta– You gotta find someone–” Ranboo was told to get obsidian.  Right now his only goal is to find someone to keep Tubbo safe.  “Phil!  Oh thank god–” Ranboo sprints across the platforms of New L’Manberg and almost crashes into the smaller man.

“Whoa, there, mate, where you going in such a hurry?” Phil laughs.

“Dream has Tommy and Tubbo is going after him and I need stuff to make a portal so will you go keep him safe he’s in the Nether on the highway heading toward Techno’s place kind of and I’m kind of panicking–”

“Ranboo, take a deep breath,” Phil sobers immediately, putting a gentle hand on his arm, gravely serious.  “I’ll message Techno too.  He can meet Tubbo through the portal.  Tell me what you need.”

“I need obsidian– at least enough for one portal, probably more– and something to light it.  But mostly– If Tubbo goes after them alone I don’t know what– I don’t know–” Ranboo is finding it harder to speak coherently as it hits him much more harshly that he just let Tubbo go chasing after Dream alone.

Phil is already typing out on his comm.  “Techno is on his way.  Come on.  I still have obsidian somewhere from when we took down the wall,” Phil returns to his house.  “Are you hurt?”

“What?”

“Whose blood is that?”  Phil asks, nodding to his hands.

“It’s–” Ranboo’s voice shakes.  As far as he can remember, he’s never seen someone die before, let alone when he was frantically trying to give them a health potion.  “It’s Ponk’s.  They’re– They’re okay now, I think?  I hope?  Sam was gonna check their place to see if they respawned there.  They had lives left.”

“So they..?” Phil pauses only for a moment, one look at Ranboo’s expression and he decides to hurry on.  Techno and Tubbo won’t be able to do anything if they can’t get to the overworld.

“Ranboo!  Where’s Tubbo?” Sapnap sees them enter Phil’s house and is quick to follow.

“He’s– He’s in the Nether, going after them– Where’s Punz?” Ranboo asks.

“He’s in your house.  Hope it’s okay that I brought him there.  Do you have any more health potions?” Sapnap asks.  “Look, I can go after Tubbo and help him, but I can’t leave Punz alone.  He’s stable, but I think he’s gonna need more help, man.”

Ranboo needs to follow Tubbo, but Sapnap is a more experienced fighter than him.  He wants Sapnap to help Tubbo.  He wants to go with them.  Punz definitely needs help.  Ranboo doesn’t have time to hesitate right now.

Phil can see the panic on his face.  “I’ll stay with him.  You two go, get a move on,” Phil gives Ranboo his obsidian and a flint and steel.

“Swiftness– Do you have any swiftness potions?” Ranboo asks.

“No, no I don’t.  Best you just start running,” Phil says sympathetically.  “I’ll look after Punz for you.  Promise.”

Sapnap gives him a nod of thanks before he and Ranboo are running back toward the main portal.  “I don’t have potions, but I do have enderpearls,” Sapnap offers them with some hesitation.  “Wait, shit, sorry, that’s probably–”

Ranboo stares at them in distaste, wincing.  “Well, we need them, don’t we?”  He takes the five pearls Sapnap offers him, trying not to shudder.  Whatever it takes to get to Tubbo faster.

“Hey, Tubbo!”

Tubbo turns his axe on Technoblade in an instant, jumping.  He calms when a bemused pig stares back instead of that evil mask.  “What’re you doing here?”

“Uh.  Phil sent me.  Said you and Ranboo needed help?  Dream made a move, right?” Techno asks.

Tubbo nods and keeps moving, following the slow turn of the compass dial.  Soon they’ll be off the highways and travel will get much harder.  “He’s got Tommy.”

“He’s got Tommy?  I thought someone was watchin’ him,” Techno matches his pace easily, one hand now going to his sword.

“Doesn’t matter right now,” Tubbo says shortly.  “We planned for this– Fuck!”  Tubbo shouts, voice sharp and piercing.  The compass is no longer pointing, instead it spins aimlessly.

“What?!”

“They’re– Dream went through a portal, they’re back in the overworld and I can’t–”

“We’ve got it!” Ranboo shouts breathlessly from behind him as he runs to catch up, Sapnap not far behind.  “I g-got… I got obsidian from Phil,” Ranboo assembles the portal with frantic and shaky hands, the four of them piling through, the hum pressing in on Tubbo’s ears until he can feel it in his chest.

They emerge in a spruce forest, Tubbo scanning the surroundings for some sign of Dream.  He hadn’t actually hoped that they’d somehow spawn close to them, what really matters is the compass has stopped spinning, instead, it points resolutely toward something shifting slightly off to the North East.  Tubbo starts off almost at a run and the others follow without question or pause, Ranboo occasionally puts a gentle hand on Tubbo’s shoulder to steer him as he barely misses hitting trees, all of his focus on the slightest of turns to the needle.

Sapnap sharply puts out a hand to stop Tubbo, almost making him stumble.  Tubbo turns to snap at him, but just a glimpse of Sapnap’s gaze makes him freeze.  Everyone else has gone silent, trusting their resident Dream hunter.  Sapnap reaches for his crossbow.  Tubbo follows his eyes, hope and dread so easily found together.

~

“Where the hell am I..?” Punz says weakly as he regains consciousness.

“Hi, mate.  Welcome back,” Phil offers him a hand to help him sit up.  “You’re in New L’Manberg.  You’re okay.  Well, you’ll make a full recovery at least.”

“Where are the others?  Dream?  Connor?  Tommy?” Punz asks, a hand pressed to his now bandaged side.

“That shouldn't be your focus right now,” Phil says not unkindly.  “Don’t worry, the others are gonna hunt down Dream.  I don’t know where Connor is, I’m afraid, but I can message him for you, see if he’s okay?”

“No, no you don’t need to do that,” Punz says quickly.

“It’s no trouble, really.  I’d like to ask him a few questions myself,” Phil admits.

“Yeah, me too,” Punz mutters.  “Y’know, he tried to stop me from getting Tommy somewhere safe.  Did you know that?  He cut us off, slowed us down, and then all the sudden Dream was there, cutting into me…”

“Really?” Phil looks surprised.  “Shit.”

“I couldn’t… I tried to stop him but first I couldn’t stand and then he… I think he tried to kill me too,” Punz frowns, like he’s trying to draw up a hazy memory.

Phil puts a steady, comforting hand on his shoulder.  “You did what you could, Punz.  No one will blame you for that.”

Punz smiles weakly.  “Thank you, Phil.  Just… Wish I could’ve stopped him.”

Phil glances down at his communicator.

yeah I can come

Punz was acting shady af tho

or just mean.

Phil sighs.  “Well, Connor is gonna come here.  Maybe he’ll offer an apology for getting in the way?”

Punz looks grave.  “I hope that’s all it was.”

“What’s that, mate?”

Punz glances over to him worriedly.  “Connor stopped me right by the prison portal, and then Dream walked through.”

“But… Dream killed Connor, didn’t he?” Phil frowns.

“Yeah.  Dream doesn’t seem like the type to take good care of his allies, does he?” Punz smirks dryly, like he’s remembering something in particular.

Phil is more distracted by the subject at hand.  “So, Connor.  The guy in the… sonic onesie, you think he is working with Dream?”  He asks doubtfully.

Punz shrugs before hissing in pain as it tugs at the wound on his ribs.  “I hope not.  It was nice to at least know everyone was on the same side.”

“Yeah, it was.  Who knows, maybe it’ll stay that way.”

As if on cue, Connor comes barging into the house, haggard and almost disoriented, one hand still pressed to the raised and harsh scar across his neck.

“Well, that sucked.”

~

Dream was having a relatively easy journey.  Hauling a corpse was irritating, but he preferred it to Tommy knowing where he was, or the kid panicking and trying to run.  He keeps Tommy thrown over his shoulder, the weight making his gait uneven, but it’s not much farther now to the boat, and then he can just dump Tommy on the ground while he rows.  Dream had been checking his surroundings more on instinct than anything.  He’d sealed up the tunnel entirely behind him and had avoided the Nether highways, the portal he’d used was hidden, and by now he’s at least a few thousand blocks from spawn.  So maybe he got lazy.  Maybe he didn’t look back often enough.

Because Dream collapses forward, a bolt sticking out of his left shoulder.  Dream keeps his footing and doesn’t look back, he just starts running.  Suddenly Tommy’s body feels a lot heavier, the ground far more uneven, and the voices behind him closer.  Another bolt hits a tree trunk on his left side, the side with his already bloody shoulder.

Oh.  They’re trying not to hit Tommy. Ha.

Dream grabs Tommy’s limp arm and pulls it over his wounded shoulder, not caring as the bones of a dead boy are bent and cracked out of shape.  Tommy is even more of a nuisance to carry now, but these idiots are so worried about shooting a fucking corpse they hopefully won’t risk the crossbow again.

Dream turns sharply.  He cannot go straight to the beaches.  He has to lose them first.

“Dream!  Stop!” Sapnap’s cracked and frustrated voice reaches him.

Dream has a feeling his wait, Sapnap, please don’t! trick won’t work twice.  Dream sees a ridge out of the corner of his eye.  A ravine.  What’re the odds he can make the jump with dead weight on his back and the people chasing him won’t?  Slim.  

Slim without a little help.

Dream had set out on this mission with a few essentials.  The basics to hurt Ponk– crossbow, poisoned arrows– and some things more just in case: invis potions, tnt.

This was definitely the moment for just in case.

Dream holds Tommy steady with one hand, the other reaching in his inventory.

“He’s gonna try to jump,” Techno spots the ravine before the rest of them.

“Don’t stop,” Tubbo says shortly.  Tubbo is no longer watching the compass, he only stares at the figure still running ahead of him, specifically at the broken body being dragged along with him.  He wishes it were only fury at the sight of Dream stealing away with Tommy’s corpse and not the taste of bile in the back of his throat. Dream makes the jump. Tubbo doesn’t slow down. He starts to launch himself off the edge of the ravine, he can make it to the other side, if Dream can make it he can too–

Instead, Tubbo chokes as the collar of his shirt is yanked back forcefully, he hits the ground as an explosion rattles the air, leaving him disoriented and furious.

“Why the fuck did you stop me?!” Tubbo shouts at Technoblade.

“Uh.  Maybe so you wouldn’t get blown up?” Techno says dryly.

“Don’t fucking stop!” Tubbo snarls.  He runs along the edge of the ravine, Dream having destroyed the narrower part that was an easy jump.

They’ve lost sight of him.  Okay, okay not the end of the world, they’ll just follow the compass.  That does little to stop the panic growing louder in his chest.  Dream had slipped away.  Tubbo had had Tommy in his fucking sights and now he’s stuck running alongside a cliff trying to find a fucking way across.  The compass feels warm in his sweaty hand.  Tubbo is putting a part of himself underneath the smooth pane of glass, like he can feel the needle’s magnetic pull tugging on his heart.  He can find Tommy.  He can bring him home.  He just needs to follow the compass.

“Technoblade, help me,” Tubbo backs away from the edge, nodding to it.

“Heh?”

“Kneel down and let me launch off your back.  Come on, are you a super strong warrior or not?” Tubbo snaps.

“Tubbo, we can’t send you over alone–” Ranboo looks more worried.  “Sapnap– do you have any more enderpearls?”

“No, no sorry, dude, I just had those ones,” Sapnap shrugs.

“Oh, fuck this,” Tubbo snaps.  Tubbo doesn’t have any blocks on him.  He hadn’t exactly planned on such an expedition when he woke up this morning.  He does have a pickaxe.

If he slips, he can still land this.  All that matters is getting to the other side.

“Tubbo, wait–!” Ranboo reaches out to stop him but by then it’s too late.

~

“Connor.  You doing alright?” Phil eyes him warily.

“Not especially,” Connor sighs loudly.  “Just took an axe to the neck,” he sits down heavily on top of one of the chests.  He spots Punz.  “Yo, what happened to you?”

Punz gives him a sharp look.  “I got shot.  And stabbed.  Because someone got in my way when I was trying to find a safehouse.”

“Hey, man, you were the one pushing Tommy around,” Connor shoots back.  “That was not cool.”

“Yeah, I was trying to get him somewhere safe,” Punz snaps.  “Maybe I was too harsh with him, I just– I was–” his voice tremors for a moment.  “I thought I could just get him somewhere safe.”

Connor immediately softens.  “Punz, I’ve never seen this side of you before.  Cool to know you care,” Connor nods sagely.

Punz glares at him.  “I just don’t like screwing up a job.”

Connor grins cheekily.  “Sure thing, tough guy.  You don’t care at all!”

Punz manages a weak smirk.

It’s an easy act.  If Connor isn’t suspicious, then no one is.

~

Tubbo is right.  He couldn’t make the jump.  Tubbo lands pickaxe first against the wall, lodging the end of the pick into the stone.  Tubbo pauses only for a moment, breathing hard, shocked at his own luck that he didn’t plummet to his death.  It’s not over yet.  Tubbo’s free hand clings to the rocks, the other yanking the pick free and digging it into the earth just over the edge of the cliff.  He manages to pull himself up, turning to see his three companions watching him in awe and horror.

“Jump.  Or don’t,” Tubbo pants, readjusting his chestplate.  “I’m going.”

“T-Tubbo!” Ranboo sounds frantic.

Tubbo ignores their voices, running ahead, resolutely following the compass like a lifeline.  Tubbo hears a thud, glancing back to see Sapnap has managed to make the jump, it looking like Technoblade had given him a boost.  Ranboo joins soon after, his seven foot tall height giving him just enough advantage.  Technoblade follows, Tubbo pauses long enough to see the old warrior drink a potion before making the jump.

Tubbo feels like he should thank them.  He’s being unreasonable and hard to follow, but they stay by his side anyway.  “Keep up.”  He takes off running again.  He refuses to get tired until Tommy is home.  With the compass, and the lack of literal deadweight on all of their backs, they begin to catch back up in minutes.  Tubbo has never been more relieved to once again spot Tommy’s corpse in his enemy’s arms.  Until suddenly they aren’t there anymore.

Dream had assumed he wouldn’t be followed, but he isn’t stupid.  They managed to get a shot at him for a reason– He isn’t wearing armor.  Dream can hear four armored sets of boots thundering after him.  He knew the ravine wouldn’t stop them indefinitely, but it’s something.  He takes his headstart to smash a bottle on the ground, dousing both himself and Tommy’s corpse in an invis potion.

“Where’d he go?!” Ranboo grows more panicked as the figure disappears.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck–” Tubbo scrambles for the compass again, not saying another word as he keeps running after the needle blindly.

“Tubbo, if we can’t see him–”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, keep going!” Tubbo screams at them, staring down at the needle, turning sharply as the needle spins back and forth as Dream tries to shake them off.  Tubbo has already felt like he was losing his fucking mind today and it only worsens from the deranged fucking rat race Dream was putting him through– that Tommy was putting him through– but Tubbo just keeps going, barely noticing Ranboo panickedly pulling him out of the way of trees and divots in the earth.

Dream is so fucking confused right now.  He can still hear them all, shouting and running in a panic maybe a dozen meters behind him.  He changes the directions and somehow they fucking follow.  He’s invisible, but they’re still pursuing him as resolutely as if he were a beacon.  Dream can’t just keep running, especially not with it feeling like Tommy is getting heavier and heavier on his back.  He needs to find somewhere to hide.

If Tommy were a bit less dead, he’d probably point out the irony– now it’s Dream’s turn to be torn between running and hiding as he’s hunted.

Dream is being tracked.  He knows he is as even invisible and changing direction constantly, he still hears his pursuers.  He just has no idea how.  The forms of tracking he does know have certain caveats– they cannot track through portals.  So if he can make it back to his portal, that should at least buy him some time.  Fuck, he’s got to be fast.  He also has no idea how much time he has left on this invis potion.

Dream makes a sharp turn before doubling back.  His pursuers don’t even pause.  He’s definitely being fucking tracked.  And he has a feeling said tracker is currently hanging over his shoulder.  Tommy always finds a way to cause problems for him, dead or alive.

The compass starts spinning.

“He– He went through a portal,” Tubbo frowns, paused and aimless without the needle to follow.

“Yeah, look, he doubled back.  Our portal isn’t far,” Sapnap nods ahead through the trees.  “Come on, we don’t want him getting too far ahead of us.”

By the time they get through the portal, the compass points one way for maybe a moment and then starts spinning again.

“He– he went back through,” Tubbo says exasperatedly.

“He’s caught on somewhat, then, hasn’t he?” Technoblade says dryly.

Tubbo frowns, brows furrowed together.  “We pick a side.  If we know the general direction, while he’s dicking around with portals we can close in on him.”

“Well, unless he’s building more portals and still moving,” Ranboo points out.

Tubbo feels frozen in his panic.  This is why he isn’t allowed to feel.  If he’s feeling it means he’s not thinking and he needs to fucking think until he finds a solution.

“Either way, we still end up with a direction to go in.  We stay in the overworld,” Tubbo goes back through and when he rematerializes to a compass spinning yet again, he does his best not to cry at the sick frustration of it all.

~

“It’ll be okay.  They’ll find him and bring him home,” Phil nods resolutely.

“Have you heard from the others?” Punz asks.

“No, nothing yet,” Phil says, checking his communicator.

“How’d they follow him?” Connor asks.

“Well,” Phil frowns, a sinister realization hitting him.  “At the time I thought it was just ‘cause Tommy was– of course– a little paranoid, but now I’m starting to wonder if the poor kid had been planning on this happening from the start,” Phil sighs.  “How are you hanging in there, Punz?  Do you want another health pot, maybe?”

“No, I’m doing better now– What makes you say that, Phil?” Punz’s focus is now entirely on him.

“Tommy had me help him make a lodestone.  A tiny one,” Phil holds his fingers about an inch apart.  “Never made or even seen anything like it, but it was clever.  Normally, y’know, you gotta place down a big heavy block, but we got it down to the size of maybe your standard cut emerald.”

“Wait– Wait, so Tommy has something on him now that we can track?” Punz asks more forcefully.

“Well, not us.  But Tubbo has it.  So don’t worry about it, Punz.  You did what you could, and they’ll bring him home,” Phil says in that reassuring way of his.

“What if it stops working?” Connor looks intrigued.

“Stops working?” Phil gives him a curious look.

“Like, if Dream breaks it or something.”

“Well, hopefully Tommy had the brains to hide it somewhere.  We talked about it for a bit, putting it in his shoe or his mouth or something of the like,” Phil says carefully.

“Wait– Where’s Ponk?” Punz sits up sharply.  “I thought you brought them here to take care of them too.”

Phil winces.  “They, uh.  They didn’t make it.  But they still have got two lives left.  I think Sam went to go take care of them.”

“Oh,” Punz wilts.  “I need– I need to message them, see if they’re okay,” Punz grabs his communicator.  The other company do not see him type out his messages.  One of which goes to Ponk, asking if they’re alright.

“I feel like Dream would probably think to search Tommy for like, weapons or whatever.  How do you all know he hasn’t found it?” Connor is still obsessing over the details.

“Christ, Connor, I don’t know!” Phil says exasperatedly.  “Guess we just hope.”

“Fair enough,” Connor shrugs.  “Interesting stuff, though.”  He fidgets restlessly.  “Did Ponk answer?”  He asks Punz.

“What?  No, not yet,” Punz says.  “You should ask Sam if he’s got them.”

“Yeah, good idea,” Connor nods, typing out on his own comm.

Punz watches him closely.  Okay.  Good.  They’ve both performed the same actions.  Neither of them are any more suspicious than the other.  And Phil seems more preoccupied with his worry than with the two of them.

~

Dream is getting motion sickness from going back and forth through the portal, but until he figures out what’s happening, he cannot stay in one plane for long.  The invis potion has worn off, but he doesn’t see the point in another one when apparently they can follow him either way.  He’s on the Nether side when his comm buzzes.

Punz whispers to you: Tommy has got a lodestone on him.  They’ve been following you with that.  It’s small.  Check shoes and mouth.

“What the fuck?” Dream says to no one but the corpse he’s dropped to the ground. “Tommy, you are such a fucking nuisance, d’you know that?” Dream sighs, getting down on his knees and cracking open Tommy’s already stiff jaw. Tommy's eyes aren't quite open, just enough that Dream can see white as Dream breaks open his mouth like an old chest. Nothing. “You seem like the type to hide shit in your shoes.” Tommy doesn’t reply as Dream carefully loosens his shoe laces and pries them off. “Not there either,” Dream sighs irritably, tossing aside Tommy’s sneakers. “Guess I could always burn up your corpse, fish it out of your skeleton, and bring you back, huh? Maybe if I had a couple fucking hours to spare… Ah, shit– speaking of–” Dream grabs his unresisting captive underneath his arms, dragging him back up to go through the portal.

Tommy had planned on Dream strangling him, carrying him in his arms, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, stabbing him in the back, he hadn’t considered Dream dragging his corpse around.  The world starts to blur when Dream realizes that underneath Tommy’s left arm, Dream can feel the hard edges of something almost like a die.

Dream laughs, stopping in his little cavern in the overworld, Tommy falling back against him limply. Dream ruffles his hair. “Oh, Tommy. Bet you thought you were clever.”

#my writing #wahoo #tddd #wake up.

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You Saved Me..

This is something I wrote way back when Civil War first came out. I basically came home from the theater and wrote this. Bucky is my boi.💚🖤💜

Buckyx!femReader Lemon aka smutty sex stuff.

But also sweet lovey stuff.

Only real warning for this I can think of is slight dealings with trauma etc. If there is anything else feel free to point it out.

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You sat in the living area of Avenger tower deep in thoutght. It was around 11 pm and everyone had gotten back from a big mission and went straight to bed. All except you that is. Much like Tony had experienced post trauma panic attacks after New York, you had begun getting bouts of anxiety after said Iron Man's fight with Bucky and Steve. It had been about a month since then, you had managed to pull some strings with another certain group of heroes to have most of the governmental officials who were involved in the Accords memories wiped. Tony was reluctant to continue as they were after everything that had happened but you managed to convince him it was the best thing for everyone involved.

 Now if only you could shake the memories of the fight. It kept replaying in you head over and over to the point where it brought tears to your eyes. When Steve had hone after Bucky you had gone along with him and Sam. From what he said you knew there was more to Bucky than a killer Soldier, and that was later confirmed when you met him. By the time you made it to the other soldiers you had fallen head over heals for the broken Bucky Barnes. As you all stood in the empty room awaiting your fate he looked at you with pain in his eyes as if he thought none of you would come out of this alive.

"Thank you for believing in me."

His words echoed through your mind as you remembered Tony seeing his parents die and how his rage turned him into a killer with only one thing on his mind. Bucky. You were good friends with Tony and hated seeing him lust for the blood of the man you cared so much for. This war was tearing you apart inside and out. Tony looked in your eyes and all you could see was pure vengeance.

"_____...."

You stood firm.

"You can't defend him from me."

You took a sharp breath in. Your voice broke as you looked up at him.

"I can Tony. And I Will."

Although your voice shook with pain you had never been more sure of anything in your life. The fight raged through your head like a tornado tearing at every shred of emotion you had threatening to pull all your fears back from the hole you kept trying to bury them in. You finally remembered the moment that ended it. Tony had beaten Steve down to a bloody mess on the floor panting for breath. Bucky's arm had been ripped off and he too was covered in blood. You were beaten pretty bad as you struggled to lift your head. You heard Tony charge his hand blaster as you saw it aimed right at Bucky. Everything was in slow motion as adrenaline shot through your body. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you surged with energy. You leaped up and dashed toward Bucky firmly launching yourself between him and Tony. You heard Tony gasp.and quickly push his own arm away to avoid you. You knelt in front of Bucky holding his head tenderly to your collarbone. You were shaking from adrenaline and pain and let out sobs of fear at the thought of losing him. Tony just stared at the back of your head realising your true feelings for the Winter Soldier. This gave Steve the opportunity to get the jump on him and break the arc reactor in his suit. Bucky relaxed slowly in your grasp suddenly feeling extremely weak. You looked to Steve as Bucky slouched onto you panting. He was breathing hard as he stood up waking to you. The two of you hoisted Bucky to his feet and helped walk him out. You briefly looked back to Tony only to see him struggle to sit up. He looked you dead in the eye. You winced before turning back to where you were going.

As you turned to your side on the couch you clutched a blanket around you tightly feeling all the pangs of fear you did that night all over again. You were glad that Tony had accepted Bucky at least for the most part since he was getting therapy now. But you couldn't help but feel like things would never be normal again.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed Bucky enter the room. His deprogramming had run late that night and he had just stopped down for a snack before bed. That is until he saw you. He too had not been able to get the fight out of his head. He remembered how gently you had held him and how you had without a second thought risked your own life for his.

He quietly walked toward the couch thinking you were sleeping.

"______...."

He whispered seeing the tears falling down your face.

"What's wrong?"

You shot up and wiped your eyes sniffing steadily. You hadn't had much chance to talk to him in the past month. Things had been so crazy that you hadn't even noticed he had his arm replaced.

"Bucky......nothing....I just, I have been having a lot of anxiety lately that's all..."

His brow furrowed. He wasn't exactly the consoling type, but he thought he owed you enough to try.

"Oh uh....what about?"

He slowly sat down next to you as you bundled the blanket up in front of you.

"Well...I...."

You looked at his face. He seemed genuinely concerned so you took a deep breath and continued.

"I just keep seeing the fight with Tony....over and over....every time I sleep, every time I have any down time....I keep seeing him so filled with rage....and not being strong enough to stop him....and I just....I see him now...even though he's accepted you, he still thinks you could snap at any moment and I know hes.just waiting for it to happen so he can have an excuse to attack you again and I just don't think I can stand it a second time!!"

As you talked your voice rose and by the time you had finished you were in hysterical sobs. He looked down slowly. He hadn't realised just how much you cared about him, and how much fear you had that something should happen to him. He didn't know what to say or do, so he just looked at you before slowly inching closer and pulling you into a tight hug. The cold sting of his metal arm on your skin made you gasp. You felt it coil around you and you couldn't believe how lifelike it felt. It was almost as if you felt the metal flexing like real muscle. You'd have to tell Bruce how impressed you were with his repair job later. His warm presence soothed you and your sobbing slowed to sniffling again. You could hear his heart beat as your face was pressed against his muscled chest. As you relaxed more and more you felt him almost purr as he squeezed you a bit tighter. Your face reddened. Could he care for you too? You gently pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes. He looked very tired, and his eyes called for something. He let his metal hand run down your back softly sending a shiver up your spine.

"______....."

You didn't move a muscle. Was this really happening? You held your breath waiting for him to continue.

"You saved my life a month ago...why?"

You hadn't expected that.

"W-well....I...."

You choked out. His lonely eyes searched you for the answer. You felt your face flush and heat go all over your body.

"I...I really care about you Bucky....I don't want anyone to hurt you...."

You looked down at your hands which were now fidgeting on your lap. His hand was still resting on your lower back and he was half laying down letting his shirt ride up just slightly so you could see his abs just a bit. Your eyes darted back and forth from them to your hands as you waited for him to respond.

"Why?"

He asked again. This was really starting to make you nervous. You didn't care why you loved him, you just did! Why did he have to make you explain it?! How embarrassing! Your mind raced before you gathered what little courage you had left to speak.

"Because....all those things you did....they weren't you. You would never hurt innocent people on your own...."

You looked up at him as you searched for words.

"You're worth everything to me Bucky..."

You turned away from him too embarrassed to look at him any more. He sat in silence for a few moment before sitting up again and pulling you to face him. He place his large hands on either side of your face and looked in your eyes

"Thank you......you mean everything to me too ______, you and Steve are all I have in this world. You're the only ones who believe in me."

You're heart exploded. You couldn't believe your ears.

"Bucky...."

You breathe before he leans slowly forward and gently kisses you. You take in a sharp breath as his hot soft lips press against yours. Your arms leap to his chest feeling his hard muscles as his hand move from your face to your back pulling you into a tight embrace. You let your hands travel up his chest to his neck and into his hair running your fingers through it softly tugging as you go. You hear a deep growl echo through you as his hands trace every part of you. You break the kiss slowly trying to catch your breath. Bucky grunts softly as he replaces his lips on your neck gently biting as he goes. You let out a gasp still not fully accepting that this is real. You can't do anything but let it happen as your mind is focused on nothing else in this moment than Bucky Barnes.

He slides his metal hand under your shirt and you shiver as the cold high tech machine glides across your skin. Bucky whispers in your ear as he unhooks your bra.

"_______.....you don't know how long it's been since I felt a woman's touch....."

You let out an unintentional moan as you felt his breath on your skin.

"About 70 years...?"

You breathe out with a smile as your hands trace back down to his chest pulling at the edge of his shirt. Bucky chuckles as he pulls your shirt and bra off at once, then his own. He lowers you back onto the couch tossing the blanket on the floor.

"Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

He asks huskily as he plants kisses down your neck to your chest. You sigh in delight at his touch as he sucks each if your breasts tenderly.

"I can only imagine how pent up you must be...."

You sigh letting out a sharp gasp as he kisses lower down your stomach. He stops and pulls your pants down to run his hands over your bare skin. The contrast of temperature in his left and right hands gives you a most enjoyable sensation as you moan softly relishing in his touch. You look up at him and see lust filled eyes that are eating you up with every second he looks you over. He can't seems to stop touching you. Suddenly you had an idea. You wanted to do something special for Bucky. After everything he had been through, and to show you really did love him. You took his hands softly and moved them off you. He grunted in protest but you sat up slowly and placed your hands on his chest.

"Don't worry....trust me...."

You breathe as you gently push him back so he's now lying under you. His hands quickly return to your sides as he can't seem to keep them away. You slowly Kis down his neck and a cross his collarbone noting the places that make him softly grunt as you go. You move painstakingly slow wanting this to last as long as possible. Bucky seemed to be lost in it. His eyes were closed and his breathing was getting faster as you went. You made it to the skin where his metal arm connected and his breath hitched as you touched it. Aha! You thought. Of course the area was probably sensitive. You gently ran your fingers around it and onto the cool flexing metal of his prosthetic. He groaned deeply gripping your hair in one hand and your rear in the other. He had a firm hold on you but it didn't stop you from continuing. From his arm your fingers danced down his torso and across his fine abs. You delighted in the reaction you were getting as he twitched and groaned under you. Finally he was getting impatient.

"______....please....you're killing me...."

He said as you played with his waistband. You giggled loving his tortured moans. But he was right. You wanted him just as badly and you knew you couldn't stand much more teasing yourself. You ran your hand across the substantial bulge now fully formed in his constricting pants. He groaned deeply at the touch and ground his hips up to you. You smiled biting your lip as you undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear off revealing his large manhood. You were almost entranced by it before you slowly leaned down taking it in your mouth. Bucky grunted loudly as he took hold of your hair once again pushing your face down farther till you were almost choking. You stayed that way for a moment trying not to gag before pulling slowly back up and starting to bob your head in a slow rhythm. He thrusted up to meet you every time grunting and growling feverishly.

"Mmmm fuck _______!"

He groaned as you wrapped one hand around it to make sure his full length was covered. He propped himself up on his metal arm while he used his other hand to push your hair back out of your face letting it rest behind your head. He watched you work him sending him even more jolts of pleasure. Suddenly he let out an almost inhuman growl pushing you back on the couch and off him. You looked dazed and confused for a moment before he covered you with himself. He to hold of both your hands pinning them above your head in his metal hand. You gasped as you saw the fire in his eyes. He quickly lined himself up and pushed into you with little warning. You let out a shocked moan as he began pounding into you with no warning. You writhed around under him able to do nothing but wrap your legs around him holding on for deal life. He landed down so his face was next to yours grunting in you ear mixing in a few fuck yeahs here and there. Your spine tingled as you heard and felt him all around you. The pressure on your abdomen began to rise rapidly. You couldn't control it, or anything for that matter you moaned loudly squeezing your legs as tight around him as you could.

"Oh god Bucky!! I'm--!!"

You couldn't even get out the words before he had you moaning again.

"Yeah, you fuckin' like that huh?"

His voice was deep and gravely. He sounded like he really had been pent up for 70 years. It drove you crazy.

"Yes Bucky! Fuck me hard! I want all of you!"

You were so close to your climax as he moved his other hand to your face letting his fingers fall into your mouth.

"Yeah, fuck.....say my name. Who do you want fucking you senseless?"

"Bucky!"

"Louder!"

"BUCKY!!!"

"FFFF--!!!"

You both came hard at the same time clutching each other as tightly as you could. He twitched and growled into your ear as you let out a deep sigh of relief. As you rode it out he let your hands go and you both had your arms around each other in seconds. You panted almost dizzy from the experience. After a few minutes Bucky pulled out of you reaching for the blanket that was discarded on the floor. He pulled it over the two of you not caring that you were both naked in the living room. He didn't want to move. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed your forehead.

"I love you _______ _______."

You sigh in content and bury your face in his chest.

"I love you too Bucky Barnes."

~~~♡♡♡Extended ending♡♡♡~~~

Tony yawned tiredly. He had been up late because of some bizarre bumping sound. He imagined Bruce had been up late working on something. Either way he was not in a good mood. He wandered into the living area to get to the kitchen and make himself some coffee when he stopped in his tracks. Moments earlier you and Bucky had woken up and we're currently making out on the couch, still nude. Tony could barely contain himself.

"What the hell is this!?"

You and Bucky jumped at the sharp sound. Bucky pulled the blanket up to cover your chest grinning crookedly. Your face flushed bright red.

"TONY!!! GET OUT!!"

"It's MY living room!! And MY couch!! Which I now need to sanitize with gasoline and fire!!"

"FUCK OFF TONY GOD! JUST GET OUT! OUTOUTOUT!!!!"

You yell as you start throwing clothes at him. He takes the hint that you want to get dressed and he runs into the kitchen with his hands in the air.

"Alright alright!! Damn it _____! You're such a pain in my ass!!"

Bucky laughed heartily at the scene and your pouty face.

"Dumb jerk..."

You mumble. You and Tony were still close friends but ever since you saved Bucky from him he had been treating you more like a little sister than a friend.

Bucky pulled his pants on as he handed you your clothes.

"You tell him _____, it's our couch now!"

Bucky called toward the kitchen earning a loud exasperated growl from Tony.

The two of you laugh again as you dress. When you were done he pulled you into a tight hug.

"I guess we should tell Steve huh?"

You say tracing his lips with your finger.

"Oh I think I figured it out for myself."

You both turned shocked to the door to see Steve smirking.

"I was wondering how long it would take you two to finally get together."

 

~~~~~~The End ♡~~~~~~

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