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cluuny · 4 months

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Skaia, VA: On Aradia

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You moved to Skaia, Virginia, the week after Aradia Megido died.

She was fifteen- your age- and survived by her mother and sister. They lived in the East Side Apartments and she loved archeology and history. She wanted to be a museum curator when she grew up.

Everyone is talking about it- she wasn’t well known before her death, but a child murder tends to become a pretty big deal in a small town.

She was found face down in Deuce Ampora’s swimming pool, stabbed with a box cutter twenty six times, her hair loose and flowing around her, her body limp and bloated. The cops have no leads, no suspicions, no ideas. All they know is she is dead, and someone else was responsible.

Your father doesn't want you to know about it. He didn't like you getting involved in this sort of thing, but your older sister Jane is a huge fan of detective stories and murder investigations and true crime and all that, so she keeps you updated on her findings through the town grapevine or whatever.

So, yeah. You know a little bit of what was happening.

Enough that when you wake up to find Aradia floating above you, you don’t stop to think about nightmares or bad dreams or even really entertain any possibility other than this being a ghost of a murdered child.

You yelp, lurching out of bed, scrambling on your hands and knees across the floor, where you put your back to the closet door, your chest heaving, your sock clad feet scrambling for purchase against the hardwood floor.

She just watches you.

She looks very much like a classic Japanese ghost girl, with long, long, dark hair that drips onto your pillow, and a black dress (which you’d discover later was actually a sweater and skirt) and solid white eyes. She’s floating at an angle, like she’s kneeling midair and leaning forward, her head turned to look at you.

Abruptly, she turns, twisting in the air, and stretches out a sneaker, slowly, unnaturally, she puts it down on the ground, then the other one. And then she starts… walking is the wrong word. She’s putting one foot in front of the other, but her body isn’t really moving with them. She sort of looks like a mime or a water aerobics dancer, her body behind her legs, her legs behind her feet. It would look kind of goofy if you weren’t so damn afraid.

But eventually, she’s in front of you, and she lowers herself to a crouch, and leans in. Her face is dead and loose, not an ounce of emotion in it.

“You can see me.” She says, and it's not a question. Her voice is odd, layers of voices talking over each other, some screaming, some sobbing, some laughing. A chorus of emotions. “You can hear me.”

“What… what the fuck?” You whisper, your heart well in your throat at this point. “How… you’re Aradia, right?”

“I am.”

“You’re dead.”

“I am.”

“How are you here?”

“Have you ever seen a person die?” She asks, instead.

“What?”

“Have you ever seen-” She leans in, her sour breath washing over you. “- a person die?”

“No? I mean, yeah, I saw my Nana pass, but-”

“That’s why you can see me. That’s why you have to solve my murder.”

“Why can’t you just… tell me who did it?”

“This town is a strange one,” She says. “The dead are more powerful here, the living are odder. No one here knows the depth of it, no one here recognizes the layers, the valleys and mountains of the oddity. No one grasps the peak of the tragedy.”

“What?”

“What’s your name?”

“John,” You gasp, watching her raise one hand to trace the air next to your face, like she’s stroking it. “John Egbert.”

“Hello John Egbert,” She says, then leans in even closer, and hisses. “Find my killer.”

The next day you visit her grave. The funeral had apparently been the morning before, which has eerie implications that aren’t lost on you. As you stand there with your bike, waiting for something to happen, it finally occurs to you that this is kind of weird of you.

Following the instructions of what was almost definitely a bad dream, you had to be losing your mind.

You turn to leave.

There’s a girl behind you.

For a second, you scream and jolt, tripping backwards over your bike and almost falling backwards before one arm snaps out and catches your collar. You freeze.

The girl looks around your age, but maybe a bit taller than you, with brown skin and long hair that looks bleach fried to hell and back, a pair of wire frame glasses sliding down her long, thin nose. She’s grinning at you, revealing yellow teeth that are just a little crooked. She’s wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a flannel, and a massive denim jacket, despite the relative warmth.

You don’t notice any of those at first. What you notice first is the brutal burn scar that covers half her face, and the way her left sleeve is tied right in the middle of where her upper arm should be.

“Whoa,” She says, loudly. “Are you, like, good?”

“You-” You gasp, taking a deep breath. “God, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” She says, clearly not sorry. She releases your collar. “Whatcha doin’ here, new kid?”

“How do you know I’m new?”

“This town is tiny, I know everyone,” She rolls her eyes. No, just one… is the other fake or something? “So?”

“I… I had a dream last night that the dead girl was talking to me, telling me to solve her murder. So I… never mind, this is dumb.”

“Yeah, kinda,” She tilts her head. “But why stop?”

“What?”

“It’s May, new kid,” She says, spreading her arms. “School’s out, what else do you have to do?”

“My name’s John,” You mutter. “And… I don’t know, watch Nic Cage movies all summer?”

“Sounds lame.”

“It’s not.”

She quirks her singular eyebrow at you, tilting her head. “Okay… hey, what if I help you?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m curious. How good of a detective are you, new kid?”

“John.”

“Whatever,” She shrugs. “Well?”

“I mean… not great, but if I can talk to ghosts…”

“That’s the spirit,” She slings an arm over your shoulder. “Come on, June.”

“Oh now you’re just fucking with me.”

She laughs, a loud, abrupt sound. “Come on, come on, where do you live?”

You end up taking her to your house, settling her down on your bed and pulling out an ancient cork board, stealing some red yarn from your dad’s stash of sewing and knitting supplies, and getting some post-it notes.

“Okay, we need a list of suspects,” You say, before pausing and huffing. “I don’t… I don’t know anyone here.”

“I can handle that part,” She shrugs. “Give it here.”

You oblige, watching over her shoulder as she jots down ten names. Her handwriting sucks, but you can make out the names alright.

“Hey, so…” You frown. “Who are these?”

“Classmates of ours,” She shrugs. “Ones with motives, and cause or whatever.”

“Wait, these are all kids?”

“Well, I figure the cops are gonna look into the adults,” She says, tilting her head. “So we check out the kids.”

“...Okay, that makes sense… I guess.”

“Come on, Johnny, trust me on this one.”

You nod, finally. “Alright, I do. I trust you.”

She grins, wide.

You pin the suspects up in the center of the board, stepping back. “Okay. We can investigate two every day, I guess, interrogate them sort of, try to get a vibe of their feel.”

“A vibe of their feel?”

“What?”

“You sound ridiculous, that’s not how police talk.”

“I’m not talking like a police officer, I’m talking like a teenager.”

She rolls her eye again. In this light, illuminated by your bedside lamp, she’s kind of pretty, in a weird way. She’s fiddling with her collar, buttoning and unbuttoning it, eye fixed on the board with a strange intensity.

“Okay,” She says, finally. “I think Eridan is the first suspect. It was his pool, anyway.”

“Eridan Ampora?” You ask, squinting at the scrawl. “That’s good. We’ve got a hint at least. Do you… know him well?”

“You can say that.”

“Okay, good.”

You sit on the bed next to her, stiffly and uncomfortably, kind of embarrassed to be this close at all. She clearly notices, and snorts, rolling her eye again.

“John!” Your father calls up the stairs, just in the nick of time. “Lunch is ready!”

You sigh, standing up, brushing imaginary dust from your pants, trying to think of how to politely ask her to leave. “Uh, so…”

“Yes, I can stay for lunch,” She smiles. “Thank you.”

“Uh, no-”

“You wouldn’t kick a lady out without knowing if she’s going to have a nice warm meal waiting at home, would you?”

You pause, then slowly shake your head.

“Good, then I’m staying.”

You sigh, nodding to the door. She brushes carelessly past you, trotting down the stairs happily. Your father raises an eyebrow as you come trailing down the stairs behind her. You sigh and shrug. He doesn’t seem all that upset or bothered, just turns to her, smiling.

“Hello, welcome to our home,” He stretches out a hand. “I'm Jeff Egbert.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr Egbert!” She smiles. “I'm Vriska Serket!”

You jolt a bit, realizing you didn’t know her name before this. Nice move, genius.

Jane comes in from the garden where she’s been working on getting a new hobby, and the four of you sit down around the table to dig into your father’s macaroni casserole.

Vriska sticks out like a sore thumb.

It’s incredibly hard to miss her, hard to look anywhere without your gaze sliding back to her. Neither of you say anything for the whole meal, either, it’s just your father and sister chatting away about whatever while you stare at the plate in front of you. It’s not like it was properly awkward or anything it was just… weird having her there. Uncomfortable, even.

Or maybe it was awkward actually.

Who knows.

#homestuck #john egbert #aradia megido #vriska serket #skaia va

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saphira5 · 7 months

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader Short Part 1 "beginning."

"Y/n had meet Kyle when he was at Piccadilly Circus on October 25, 2019. Kyle had told y/n he was working with another unit tracking terrorists at Piccadilly Circus. That is where he meets John Price, captain of 141".

Present day

Y/n had saw people running and screaming. Then y/n hears gun fire, y/n was enjoying some food with y/n dog, Hound. Y/n gets up and grabs a butter knife from another table, y/n continues walking to the gun fire with hound on y/n left side.

Y/n then sees two military people pointing their weapons at a guy, he has a gun to a women's head.

Y/n walks quietly behind the statue, y/n looks at hound, y/n opens you hand. It tells hound to stay, y/n gets the butter knife ready, y/n walks slowly to the guy. Y/n then moves quickly, pointing the gun away from the women's head, the gun goes off but doesn't hit anyone.

Y/n pushes the women, she falls to the ground, y/n then stabs the guy in the heart, rapidly until he dies. Y/n sees the two military people walking towards y/n.

"Kyle and Captain Price. Kyle checks on the women, he leads her to an ambulance, while Captain Price talk to y/n".

"You good". Y/n looks at the man with a bonnie hat, "yes".

The man in the bonnie hat sticks out his hand, "Captain Price", y/n shakes it "y/n", "he is Garrick", Price points to the guy helping the lady into the ambulance.

Y/n nods then y/n walks back to the statue to get hound, then you two leave. Y/n hides behind a building, watching the man with the bonnie hat. He walks over to Garrick, they begin talking then both of them begin walking to a building, y/n follows them. Y/n sees them enter a break building, y/n looks at hound, y/n makes a closes fist then y/n points at the building.

Hound enters quietly while y/n picks up a man's deceased gun, AK.

Y/n checks the weapon and moves on, y/n make sure to check each room and around corners. The y/n hears hound barking, y/n runs up a couple of stairs when y/n sees a bunch of hostages, each have a bog over their heads and a man with a bomb on his chest. Hound is next to Price; he is standing watching Garrick struggling to get the bomb off the man's chest.

Y/n looks around and sees the tools y/n needs to cut it.

Y/n grabs them and bends down to the man, y/n places the Ak down, then y/n begins cutting and pulling a wire, the bomb stops ticking, but then y/n hears something.

Y/n push Garrick, y/n makes the guy with the bomb stand up, y/n then pushes him, where he falls a couple of feet then the bomb goes off. Y/n gets sent back a bit, y/n seats up, but y/n can't hear. Y/n only hears a high pitch noise, Garrick is looking at y/n with a worried expression on his face, he is talking but y/n can't hear.

"I CAN'T HEAR. HOLD ON".

Y/n waits a bit then y/n could hear, y/n looks at Garrick "what did you say", "are you ok", y/n lays back down and hums "I would be If you would go on a date with me", y/n was just joking but Garrick said yes. Y/n eyes open wide, y/n seats up quickly, but that wasn't a good idea.

Y/n head is spinning, y/n puts you hand on y/n head, "fuck, that hurts". Y/n tries to stand up, y/n almost fell back but Garrick grabbed y/n before y/n did.

Y/n stands up, you dig into y/n pocket and pull out a card with y/n first and last name and y/n number. Alo birthday, y/n hands it to Garrick, he takes it and looks at it, then he places in in his pocket. Y/n looks at hound, y/n motions hound to move out. Y/n look at Price and nods then y/n looks at Garrick, y/n smiles at him. Y/n begins walking away, "you should go get checked out, y/n".

Y/n stops, y/n looks at the staircase in front of you, "I will be good after a couple of Vodka and pineapple juice drinks". Pirce chuckles a bit so do y/n, you then begin walking down the stairs.

Post 10/6/23

#kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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conradscrime · 1 year

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Albert Fish

March 30, 2023

***Trigger Warning: Lots of graphic nature and abuse of children***

Albert Fish was born Hamilton Howard Albert Fish on May 19, 1870 in Washington, D.C. to Randall and Ellen Fish. Randall was 43 years older than Albert’s mother Ellen, and was 75 years old when Albert was born. The pair had multiple children together, with Albert being the youngest.

Albert began using the name Albert as a child, named after his dead brother so that his peers would stop calling him “Ham & Eggs” a childhood nickname he despised.

Many of Albert’s family members suffered from different mental illnesses. Albert’s mother, Ellen, had what was known as “aural and/or visual hallucinations.” Albert’s father, Randall, had a heart attack and on October 16,1875 he died when Albert was only 5 years old.

Ellen, being overwhelmed with her husband now gone placed Albert in the Saint John’s Orphanage where Albert was abused regularly. Albert would later begin to enjoy the pain he endured at the orphanage, the beginning of him experiencing sexual pleasure during pain or inflicting pain.

In 1880, Ellen got a better paying job and was able to get her son back from the orphanage. In 1882, Albert had begun a relationship with a boy who introduced Albert to drinking urine and eating feces. Albert also began visiting public baths where he could watch young boys undress.

Albert also began to write obscene letters to women who he would see their names in classified ads in the papers.

In 1890, at the age of 20, Albert moved to New York City where he was a male sex worker and began to rape and molest boys, most of whom were under the age of 6. In 1898, Albert married a woman named Anna Mary Hoffman, who was 9 years younger than him. This was an arranged marriage Albert’s mother had set up. Albert and Anna had 6 children together: Albert, Anna, Gertrude, Eugene, John and Henry.

In 1903 Albert was arrested for grand larceny and incarcerated in Sing Sing. Albert later said he had gone to a wax museum with a male lover once and became fascinated by the bisection of the human penis, which led to an obsession with sexual mutilation.

In 1910, Albert met a man named Thomas Kedden. It was said that Thomas was intellectually disabled. The two began a sadomasochistic relationship, it is unclear whether Albert forced Thomas to do any of the acts. After 10 days, Albert took Thomas to an old farm house where he tortured him for two weeks, tying him up and cutting off half of his penis.

Albert’s original plan was the kill Thomas and cut up his body. Albert feared he would be noticed if he tried to bring Thomas’ body back to his house, so he poured peroxide over the wound, wrapped it in a Vaseline-covered handkerchief, and left him $10.

Albert never contacted or tried to contact Thomas again and does not know what happened to him after that.

In January 1917, Albert’s wife left him for another man who had been boarding with them. Albert was then left to raise his children on his own, saying that his wife had taken almost everything they owned with her.

Albert often began having auditory hallucinations, once wrapping himself in a carpet saying he was following instructions from John the Apostle.

Albert began to self harm by embedding needles into his groin and abdomen areas. After he was arrested, the X-rays showed that Albert had at least 29 needles in his pelvic area. He would also hit himself with a nail studded paddle and would put wool covered in lighter fluid into his anus and light it up.

It was never reported that Albert ever abused his own children physically, however it is said that Albert would encourage his children and their friends to hit him in the buttocks with the nail studded paddle.

Around 1919, Albert had stabbed an intellectually disabled boy in Georgetown. Fish claimed he would go over intellectually disabled or African-American people because he did not think they would be missed.

On July 11, 1924, Albert saw 8 year old Beatrice Kiel playing alone on her parent’s farm in Staten Island, New York. Albert offered the little girl money to come help him look for rhubarb. Beatrice was about to leave the farm when her mother chased Albert away. Albert later returned to the Kiel farm where he tried to sleep in their barn, but was discovered by Beatrice’s father.

During 1924, Albert was suffering from psychosis and claimed God was commanding him to torture and sexually mutilate children. Three days after the Kiel’s, Albert murdered Francis McDonnell on Staten Island.

Francis McDonnell

On July 14, 1924, 9 year old Francis McDonnell was reported missing when he did not return home from playing with friends. A search began and his body was found, hanging by a tree in a wooden area near his home.

Francis had been sexually assaulted and then strangled with his suspenders. His left hamstring had been almost entirely stripped of flesh. Albert denied responsibility for this but did say he planned to castrate the boy but heard someone approaching so he ran off.

Francis’ friends told police Francis had been taken by an elderly man with a grey moustache. A neighbour also claimed to have seen Francis with a similar looking man walking towards the woods.

Anna McDonnell, Francis’ mother, said she also saw that man earlier in the day, claiming he had been coming up the street mumbling to himself and making motions with his hands. Anna said the man appeared faded and grey, this description eventually leading to “The Grey Man” nickname Albert was dubbed.

Francis McDonnell’s murder went unsolved until Grace Budd. Albert denied the charges until March 1935, after the trial of Grace Budd’s murder, where he admitted to killing Francis and another boy, Billy Gaffney.

Billy Gaffney

On February 11, 1927, 4 year old Billy Gaffney was playing in their apartment hallway with two other boys, ages 4 and 12. When the 12 year old left, the two smaller boys disappeared.

The 4 year old, a boy named Billy Beaton was found on the roof of the apartments. Beaton said that the “bogeyman” had taken Billy Gaffney. Gaffney’s body was never recovered. A man named Joseph Meehan, a motorman on the Brooklyn trolley eventually recognized a picture of Albert, claiming that was the man he saw on the day Billy went missing.

Meehan claimed the man had been trying to quiet a little boy on the trolley. The boy was not wearing a jacket and was crying for his mother. It was found that Albert had been working a few miles from the location Billy was taken at the time.

Albert later confessed he had taken the boy, tied his hands and feet, and gagged him. He burned his clothes and left. The next day he went back with his tools and whipped Billy, cut off his ears, nose and slit his mouth from ear to ear. Albert also gouged out his eyes, and drank his blood. Albert cut off the head, arms, hands, legs and feet, and threw them in sacks with stones, throwing them into water.

The rest of the boy Albert took home with him and ate. Billy’s mother travelled to Sing Sing to ask Albert about her son’s death but he refused to speak with her. Albert began to weep and asked to be left alone. After two hours of asking questions through his lawyer, Billy’s mother gave up and was not convinced he had killed her son.

Grace Budd

On May 25, 1928, Albert saw an ad in the paper by a young man who wanted work. The young man was 18 year old Edward Budd, who lived at 406 West 15th Street.

On May 28, Albert went to see the Budd family in Manhattan, claiming he wanted to hire Edward but was really planning to tie him up and mutilate him. Albert introduced himself as Frank Howard, a farmer from Farmingdale, New York. Albert told Edward he would take on him and his friend Willie, and would come back for them in a few days.

Albert never showed up a few days later, sending a telegram that apologized to the family, setting up a new date for when he would return.

When Albert came back, he met Edward’s little sister Grace, who was 10 years old at the time. Albert knew he immediately wanted to take Grace instead of Edward, so made up a story about going to his niece’s birthday party, asking Delia and Albert Budd if Grace could come along with him.

Albert took Grace to an abandoned house, a house he had previously picked out for his next victim, before his plans changed and he took Grace instead. Albert murdered Grace Budd and claimed he ate her after as well.

The police arrested a man named Charles Edward Pope on September 5, 1930 for the murder of Grace Budd after his estranged wife accused him. He spent months in jail and was his trial began on December 22, 1930. He was found not guilty.

In November 1934, an anonymous letter was sent to the Budd family, claiming that whoever wrote the letter had murdered Grace and detailed how they had tortured her and then taken 9 days to eat her body. The letter did say that Grace had fought back, and that the writer, who was obviously “Frank Howard” had let Grace die a virgin.

The letter eventually led police back to Albert Fish, who did not deny the murder of Grace Budd. He actually told police his original plan was to kill her brother, Edward. Albert claimed he had no intention of raping Grace, but when he was strangling her he had two involuntary ejaculations.

This was used in trial to determine Grace’s kidnapping was sexually motivated, and it avoided the cannibalism.

Albert’s trial for the murder of Grace Budd started on March 11, 1935. The trial lasted 10 days, where Albert pleaded insanity, claiming he heard God telling him to kill children. It was said that Albert was a “psychiatric phenomenon” and that there was no other individual in medical records who had this many sexual abnormalities.

The jurors all believed that Albert Fish was insane, but they believed he should be executed anyway. So they found him sane and guilty and he was sentenced to death by electrocution.

Albert Fish was executed on January 16, 1936, in the electric chair in Sing Sing. It was said that Albert had actually helped the executioner position the electrodes on his body before he died. He last words were, “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

According to a witness, it took two jolts before Albert died, and rumours circulated that it was due to the needles that he had inserted into his body for years. These rumours turned out to be untrue, as it was claimed that many individuals in the electric chair take more than just one jolt to die.

After Albert’s execution, his lawyer, James Dempsey said he had Albert’s final statement, which was multiple pages of hand-written notes that Albert had written hours before his death. When journalists asked Dempsey to say what Albert had written, he replied, “I will never show it to anyone. It was the most filthy string of obscenities that I have ever read.”

#solved #Crime #true crime #murderer #child #albert #fish #serial killer #new york #UNSOLVED MYSTERIES #mystery

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Hello, this blog is one of my go-to places for recs as well as obscure finds, so I really appreciate that you take the time to answer all these questions! I'm actually looking for a fic where John and Sherlock are investigating a cathedral/church? I think they get drugged, Sherlock gets stabbed, a priest dies, and it's told from a lot of John's POV where he's pining over Sherlock for a while I think.

OH OH OH OH OH OH OH I KNOW this one because I've read it, and I THINK it's this one:

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

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Or I'm wrong LOL. I just know that it involved Sherlock losing a kidney, and I know the kidney fic's finale takes place in a chuch and John's a BAMF.

Hope this is right!!

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #found fics #i hope

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hahahahahangst · 1 year

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My own Rihanna (Be The Young 21)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

A/N: Yeah. I’m sorry for this one. And for the next one. Like... I’m sorry....

MASTERLIST

My own Rihanna

Everything ends, it’s not love but the fact we’re both hurt that keeps us together We were not two halves, we were two wholes And so we were incompatible together I didn’t love you like crazy, I went crazy to love you What am I supposed to demonstrate if you don’t even look at me We’re two monsters You spent more time being afraid of losing me than actually enjoying our time

Emily was unsure of how she ended up where she was.

One day she woke up and she was in a house, in the middle of nowhere, with a lot of other people around who all seemed to have powers like hers. With no way of contacting her brothers, she had to take matters into her own hands and guide the very unlikely group of “chosen children'' that was formed in that abandoned city. She tried to pretend to be strong and not afraid, in control, but she was slowly spiraling, not having any idea of what they were up against or how to get out of there, especially as Ava grew more and more nervous and upset.

Sam joined them the following day.

When she saw him appear in the room, she could do nothing but hug him. She could feel how scared he was, but there was also a hint of relief from finally finding her. It was good to have their power back and after weeks, it actually started feeling less weird and intrusive. It just became a fact that if they were feeling something intense, the other person would feel it too.

On the night she was reunited with Sam, the yellow-eyed demon spoke to her in her dreams. He raved and raved about how much more powerful than everybody else she was, about how she should be the winner of his “contest“, because she was “special”.

“Technically, you’ve already won once.” He said, shrugging. “I just want to see if you can win again.” Then, he showed her the night he chose her.

“You see, getting all that blood out of me wasn’t easy. But I needed to see what would happen if I overpowered you. The other people in this town… they only got a couple of drops. More than enough to mess you up, but you and the rest of your group… Oh, the things you could have done.”

“You know that demons lie of the time, right?” Said Sam as she talked to him about all this. They were walking outside the building, making sure nobody else had arrived and that they didn't have any unwanted guests.

“I know, but… what if it's true? I mean, Meg also mentioned it.”

“Maybe he's trying to put us against each other?”

“Yeah, maybe.” She exhaled. “Sam, I'm going to check on Ava, will you be okay out here?”

The rest of the memories she had of that day were confused, scattered, but mostly painful.

In any way possible. That was the last time she saw him alive.

Dean arrived too late.

Emily had been trying to keep Sam alive for almost an hour. Everybody else was dead. Her knife was still in Jake, who Emily had repeatedly stabbed, screaming. He now laid on the ground, a pool of blood slowly soaking into the dirt. Everybody else was dead. It was just Emily.

A pool of blood was also forming around Sam. All of Emily's attempts at keeping him alive were failing.

“Don't worry Sam, you'll be alright, I am sure Dean will be here soon and he will know what to do.” She kept whispering as she covered his wound with one hand and tried to keep his heart beating with the other one. “He’ll know what to do.” She said, “He will save you.” There was nothing to do. Sam had been stabbed from side to side. There was no way of keeping the blood inside of him. Emily knew it.

She knew he was dead. He had been for a while. His heart stopped beating, his lungs stopped working. The blade went through his spine. The bottom half of her body and her forearms were completely covered in blood, the border between hers, Sam's and Jake's becoming indistinguishable the more it dried on her.

When she heard Dean's voice, she had already given up. She was kneeling next to Sam, her head on his chest, squeezing his lifeless hand. She wasn’t even crying anymore, her voice lost in all the screaming she had already done.

She did not dare to talk. She drove back by herself, trying to keep up with Dean's reckless turns and speed. When they got back at Bobby's, she looked at Dean from a distance.

She knew perfectly well that a small word, a breath too loud, would ignite a fight she did not want to have. Not then, not there.

Not anymore.

Sam was dead because of her. Because of her distraction.

She left him alone. She should have never left him alone. It was all her fault.

She thought it and she was sure Dean thought it too.

Nobody spoke for the rest of the night. Emily sat on the couch, looking at Dean's every move. She tried to cry as quietly as possible.

She didn't wash her body or her clothes, the stench of the dried blood perpetually making its way into her lungs.

The fried chicken Bobby brought back remained untouched.

Emily dared to move only when she saw Dean opening up the second whiskey bottle of the night. She stood up, pretending to be confident and holding her breath to stop her sobbing. She walked to the table and slid the bottle away from Dean’s hands. Emily poured herself a big glass of whiskey and tentatively sat down next to Dean.

He briefly looked at her, but didn't say anything.

Emily looked at Sam's body. All she wanted was for him to pop up into her head and say something witty and wise, something along the lines of “you should talk with Dean, it will help”. Something that, she was sure, would have annoyed her.

“Dean, I-” She tried to say.

“Shut up.” He immediately interrupted her, his knuckles whitening as he held his glass a little tighter.

Emily looked at him. What was she thinking, sitting there like that? How could she ever even think for a split second of being normal siblings for one day? She stood up, nervous. “Okay, I'll-” she started, taking one step towards the main room.

“GOD DAMMIT I SAID SHUT UP, NOT LEAVE!” Yelled Dean, grabbing her from her wrist and making Emily stop in the middle of the step, startled. She looked over to him, tears already filling her eyes. Dean let go of her wrist as if it was made of fire. “Sorry- Just… just sit down. Please.” His voice was filled with regret.

Emily made her way back to her chair. She took a deep breath.

It's not a good time to fight.

It's not a good time to cry.

She kept repeating in her mind.

A couple hours of silence later, Bobby showed up again, with the same, cold, soggy chicken he had already offered them twice.

They refused in unison.

“You should eat something.” He said. Emily was trying to find a polite way to send him his way, but Dean had, of course, other plans.

“I said I am fine.” He said, sharp.

“Dean, I hate to bring this up, I really do,“ he said, putting down the chicken. Emily tried to signal him to stop, already knowing what he wanted to ask, but he either didn't see or ignored her. “But don't you think maybe it's time… we bury Sam?”

A window basically exploded on Emily's right. Nobody even questioned or reacted to it, but Emily knew full well it was her. It wasn’t the first time she was having trouble controlling her powers when she was upset.

“No.” Simply said Dean, going back to his glass of whiskey.

“Maybe we could…“

“What? Torch his corpse? Not yet.”

The glass in Emily's hand exploded, cutting her. She was only able to mutter a slight profanity before Bobby spoke again. “I want you to come with me, I don't think you should be alone.”

“I'm not alone, Emily is here.”

“Right, so instead of killing yourself, you kill each other? How is that of any help?” Dean stood up, but Emily immediately grabbed his jacket and dragged him back down. Surprisingly, he opposed no resistance and just fell back onto the chair.

“Bobby, just go, okay? We'll be fine.” Said Emily, firmly holding Dean's forearm. The old man took two steps to the side of the door, so that only Emily could see him, and signaled her to come. She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, Dean scowling at her every step.

“Listen, something is going down. Something apocalyptic. I could use your help.”

“Bobby, no. You are right, Dean shouldn’t be here alone. We'll be fine. Really. You go.” The man patted her shoulder and left. Emily went back in the room and sat next to Dean, who was sniffing and hiding his face.

All of a sudden, Emily remembered what Sam said to her in the hospital, when Dean was dying. “Just do it.”

It took her a big dose of courage, she wasn't even sure why it was so hard, but she finally put her hand on Dean's shoulder. At first, he seemed startled. He froze under the touch. But after a handful of seconds, she felt his body relax slightly and he put his own hand on hers.

For a split second she thought that maybe… everything was going to be okay.

When night arrived, the yellow-eyed demon appeared in front of her. She stood up, alarmed. Dean stayed exactly where he saw and when Emily checked again, she noticed that her body did too. It was like a weird dream.

She instinctively pointed her gun at the demon. He smiled.

“Howdy, Emily.”

She didn't answer, but kept pointing the gun at him, conscious that it would have done nothing. “You wanna put that away?”

He stood there, silently, until Emily finally lowered her gun. “Congratulations, by the way. You are the last man standing. Again.”

“Bite me.” She said, bitter.

“Oh come on, don't be like that. I was rooting for you!”

“Did you at least have fun?” She snapped. “Was it really necessary? For Sam to die?”

“I needed the strongest and I didn't want to settle for the silver medal. I want the golden champion, and that's you.”

“What do you even need me for?”

“Oh, I got a laundry list of things for you to do…“

“Yeah right. As if I would follow any of your orders.”

“What are you going to do, kill me?”

“I don't know, I might.”

“You have failed once, what makes you think you would succeed this time?” He smirked. “Besides… If you help me, I'll help you.” He said. Pointing at Sam.

“Define… help.”

“I might bring your brother back. Imagine… all would be forgiven. Your brother Dean, you secretly idolize him, don't you?” Emily scoffed. “Darling, no need to lie to me, I see inside of you. Just imagine- He would forgive you for letting Sam die like this. Maybe… Maybe he might also tell you that he's proud of you. He might be just like the Dean you dreamt about in the djinn’s hallucination.”

Emily swallowed, staring at Dean's frozen image, crying over his brother.

She knew it was not a good idea, but it was still an idea. The only one she had all night.

If she could bring Sam back, all would have been forgiven, all would have been solved.

“What do I need to do?” She asked.

Emily closed her eyes one second too long and fell asleep. When she opened them again, Dean was not next to her anymore. She ran out of the kitchen doors and saw him about to leave.

“Going somewhere?” She asked.

“I-'' Dean tried to speak, but was interrupted by the door slamming behind him. That time, Emily did it on purpose, because she had seen what he had in his hand. She made sure she also made the key turn and flew directly in her hand. “What is that?!” He pointed at the metal box he was holding.

“None of your business.” He spat.

Emily quickly walked over to him. “I have read every single book in this room, you think I don’t recognize it?” She said, enraged. “You are selling your soul, aren’t you?'

“It's my soul, I can do whatever I want with it.”

“You sick…“ spat Emily, pushing Dean against the wall, adding a new adjective to each step. ”... unaffectionate, egoistic bastard.” Dean let the box fall when he finally hit the wall. Emily kicked it behind her. “Have you already forgotten how it felt when dad did the same for you?!”

“You really don't understand, do you?!”

“I don't-'' She repeated, exasperated, closing her left hand into a fist as she kept Dean pinned against the wall with the other one “What am I supposed to do, uh?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Just watch you kill yourself? The grip she had on him was getting so tight she lifted him a couple of inches off the ground.

“Honestly? I don't care.” He said, cold. Emily punched him. He barely reacted. She hit him again, bursting into tears immediately after. “Is this how much you really care about me?” She said, “What am I supposed to do once you die?”

“You can go back to Portland and live your dream life, I don’t really care.”. Emily could not resist the urge of punching him yet again.

“What about you stop trying to kill yourself?” She yelled. “The virus thing first, now this! What on earth has happened to you?”

“Emily, you are the only thing standing between me and a world where Sam is not dead.”

“I swear to god“ Emily pushed Dean further into the wall, which she heard crack under the pressure. ”... you will have to step over my dead body to get out that door.”

“Don’t… challenge me.” Emily threw Dean away from the wall and pushed him on the floor.

“So that’s it, uh?” She said, trying her best to not get interrupted by her sobbing, which was slowly closing down her nose. “You’d rather have me dead than having to spend the rest of your life alone with me?” She tried to kick him in the stomach but only managed to get to his shins. “So much for being my brother.” Emily turned her back to her brother and leaned towards the window next to the door. She placed her head on the cold glass as she heard her brother stand back up. “Dean, there has to be another way!”

“There isn’t.”

“DID YOU EVEN TRY LOOKING?!” She yelled, turning to push him towards the opposite wall. His gaze suddenly turned to anger. “Or did you just go with the most self destructive solution of them all?” She was expecting a punch. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before starting to yell again. “LOOK AT YOU! Goddamit, Dean, I have been hitting you for ten minutes and you haven’t even reacted yet!”

“Don’t-”

“STOP - TALKING!” She said, punching the wall next to Dean’s head. “The Dean I know would have punched me already- I SAID SHUT UP!” She screamed as he saw him opening his mouth again. “I DON’T NEED YOU TO TAKE ALL MY PUNCHES, I NEED MY BROTHER!”

“I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER!” He finally snapped back. Emily’s body froze for a second, a window exploded and only then, she let go of him. Her face turned emotionless.

It was all for nothing.

She had been suffering for years, trying to bond, listening to Sam saying “You just need to get over the fear of getting attached to each other“ and trying to believe it, all for someone who didn’t even consider her family.

“Right.” She whispered, drying her face. “Of course. How could I ever think something like that.” She took the key to the door out of her jeans pocket and threw it on the table.

“You know what?” She continued, not even trying to hide her crying anymore. “Have it your way. Kill yourself. I don’t care anymore.” She swallowed the actual words she wanted to say. Just be my brother. I care about you. I can’t be alone right now. Don’t let me walk out that door. Please care about me.

She opened the door.

Just say something.

A word.

Just one.

Give me one reason to stay.

“It’s all your fault.”

Definitely not the words Emily wanted to hear.

She left the house and sat in the same stolen car she had used to go back there.

She drove to Fall Parks and sat on a bench.

That was it.

That was the night she was going to kill herself.

She had nothing left to live for.

“Now, now, don’t be like that.” Said a voice next to her, startling her. The demon had appeared next to Emily. “I am sure it’s nothing bringing back Sam can’t fix.” He smiled suggestively.

“No. I am not helping you.”

“What are you going to do then?”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, come on, I am literally the only person who would talk to you right now.” He looked at her, sympathetically.

“Very funny. Can you leave?”

“I was thinking…“ he started, completely ignoring her request. “If you are about to kill yourself, why not die while trying to get your brother back? Maybe Dean could change his mind about you not being part of the family.” Emily finally met his yellow gaze. “Of course, bringing back Sam would be something so big… Dean would have no choice than to love you back, right? Damn, he might even start worrying about you just like he does for Sam.”

Emily was unsure. Did she really want to have anything to do with Dean anymore?

All she wanted for all of it to stop. To never have to worry about that again.

To take a sharp object and trace a long, vertical line on her forearm. One that would last forever.

“Emily, the life you have always dreamed about, the one where Dean always eats your pie and hugs you when you are down, the life where you are not the family disappointment… The key to get that is just to bring Sam back.” She swallowed, trying to rationalize what he was saying. “You would become Dean’s favorite. He would never dare to hurt you ever again.”

Fuck it.

“Okay. I am in.”

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ALICIA CLARK X FEM DIXON READER

After Ricks disappearance (twd) and Fixing the plane era(ftwd)

F/I- first initial

Warnings- language, implied smut

a/n- i wrote this a long time ago, its been posted on on wattpad for a while so i decided to post it on here… Enjoy!

Rick was gone, things were falling apart. Your dad, Daryl left the communities to join search parties all the way until he was the last one searching. Michonne and you wanted to keep looking but her pregnancy was to far along, and you basically took care of her and Judith. The atmosphere feels familiar just like when Carl died, you and him were best friends, you supported him in every one of this decisions even helped him get with Enid.

But this felt worse.

The person who has made sure everybody survives is dead. The man who was a mentor to you, the man who saved your father in countless occasions is dead. Morgan left almost 2 years ago and nobody heard from him. You knew Rick and him were close, he helped Rick when he came out of hospital. He deserves to know what happened and you will make sure of it.

"I want to go out and see the world for myself and I want to find Morgan." You said at dinner to Michonne and surprisingly who joined your dad.

"Excuse me what, you want to leave a whole state and travel to Texas just to see the world and find Morgan and for what?" Asked Michonne raising an eyebrow. Your dad sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I agree kid. Why?" He asked looking at you.

"Ok first I'm pretty sure I'm 18, I'm supposed to be enrolling for college planning out my life, seeing what else is out there. I can take of myself of the time I have been surging in this world I can make it I'm sure if it. And second all of us know how much Rick meant to Morgan, I can go to Texas and tell him what happened maybe he will even come back even if it's for a little bit." You said enthusiastically. The adults shook their heads taking in the information.

"I'll think about it." Said your dad and Michonne nodded going back to eating.

"There's gotta be another reason you wanna leave." Said Daryl as you walked to your home.

"I already said why Dad." You said looking ahead

"No, you didn't I know ma own kid." He said stopping and he grabbed your arm so you would stop as well making you roll your eyes.

"I hate the atmosphere that is going on, it's like when Carl died but worse and I hate it. I just need to go, I need fresh air Dad, i need to see whats out there maybe even help people." You said throwing your arms in the air looking up at the sky. Daryl smiled, you would always talk about helping people when you were just 4 years old. But now that the apocalypse happened he never thought he'd actually have to let you be on your own anytime soon, maybe it was time.

"Alrigh I'll talk to Michonne tomorrow, I'll get ya that trip." He said and you smiled before pulling him into a big hug.

"Thank you father." You said and he chuckled.

"Ok y/n, ya have a high range walkie(i know those don't exist for very long distances)for when you get farther and farther away from ere and you have food to last a month or so and water for a week or two. And gas in the car to last Ya couple miles at least to get out of Virginia. A map, a gun with 2 rounds, and please try to put notes or something out there to tell me your alive, please I don't want to go out lookin for ya. Cant loose you kid." Said your dad who it was clear was very nervous on letting you leave.

"I'll be fine dad, I have been taught from the best of the best." You said and then you saw his eyes water.

"No, no dad don't cry because then I will. We have to be strong i promise I'll be fine. We agreed on 2 months if I'm gone more than that or if you don't hear from me when those months come to an end you come looking for me." You said holding back the tears.

"I know kid, I know it's just ya growin to fast." He said looking at you.

"Fuck it come ere kid." He said and pulled you in for a tight hug. You hugged him back hard, soaking up his affection, which definitely doesn't come everyday. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'll be fine dad ok, I'll be back." You said and backed up, everybody stood around and you waved before looking at Michonne and pointed at her belly.

"I better be godmother when I come back." You said smiling

"Yes ma'am." She said with a smile on her face. You got in the car and turned it on, you had some doubts on leaving but knew this has to happen. Your dad came to the window and leaned on it and you took in a breathe.

"Please don't loose yourself, if you have to stop stop. Don't leave the people who care about you." You told your dad and he sighed knowing exactly what you meant by that. He was looking for Rick so much it was taking him away from you. Daryl stepped back and you smiled at everybody and waved.

"I'll be back in 2 months I promise." You announced and they all smiled, you put the car in drive and drove off watching the gates close behind you.

"Y/n can you hear me." Your dad said over the walkie and you grabbed it.

"Yeah dad I can hear you."

You got to Tennessee right before the car stopped. You sighed and looked around to see if there was anything a car or a store. You grabbed the walkie and took in a breathe, please work, you thought.

"Dad can you hear me?" You asked and heard static then his voice.

"Ya I can, ya alright?" He asked

"Ya I'm fine, I'm in Tennessee but I think that soon probably a couple more miles you won't be able to hear me so im starting with the notes." You said and held back tears.

"Alright I love ya." You heard him sniffile before the walkie went out.

"I love you to dad." You said and out the walkie away and grabbed the pack. You opened the pack and grabbed the note book and pen. You wrote, STILL ALIVE- F/I, and looked for a place to put it. After an hour you found a gas station and put the note on the counter under a rock.

"Dad not sure if you can hear me but, if you do come for me I'm leaving notes in stores." You put the walkie back and grabbed your knife and stabbed a walker that came for you.

Almost 13 days (that's what google said). 13 days and nights of running and hiding from herds. Avoiding people, some you had to kill. Your feet hurt even after taking a days break in Arkansas but you finally have reached Texas. Not knowing where Morgan is you decided to use the walkie every few miles in. You looked at the map and Texas was huge, it could take a few weeks to find him, if he is even alive. But you needed a break so you needed to find somewhere safe. You found a house that looked safe enough so you cleared it, only 3 walkers where in it.

You set up a fire and out a can of beans over the fire. You grabbed the map and decided where you should head to next.

(A/n- I read that season 5 of fear is filmed in New Braunfels, Texas and its near Austin soon)

Austin, Texas, in school in Alexandria the teacher said Austin is pretty popular. Morgan could be there so that's where you would start. You took a 2 days rest and even found a lake to bathe in, after getting supplies you made your way to Austin. You left a note at the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and left another at store the another. There was a hotel a little father form the house and out another there.

After a day or so you were closer to Austin and decided it's time to try with the Walkie.

"Morgan, it's Y/n I'm in Texas, I don't know if your alive but I'm here." You said and put the walkie away after no answer. You walked for what seemed hours when you saw the Austin sight and grabbed the walkie.

"Morgan I'm in Austin." You said into the walkie and decided to start trying different channels as you repeated the question though each. You tried the last channel and was about to put it away when you heard voices and your heart sped up.

"Morgan?" You asked and kept moving the circle to hear it more clearly.

"John, June you there." Someone said, it was a deep voice and noticed it was Morgan's voice.

"Morgan, Morgan, it Y/n Dixon from Alexandria, please hear me." You said pleading to yourself.

"Y/n wha-." He started. "What are you doing out here so far, where are you?" He asked.

"Umm I'm by the Welcome to Austin sign. Where are you maybe I can find you." You said and out down to the ground pulling the map out."

"I have two people close to you y/n, don't be alarmed their names are John and June." He said and you sighed.

"Ok." You said wearily.

"John, June did you hear that." Asked Morgan and a female bodice came through.

"We hear you Morgan, on our way Y/n." A man said.

"Hang tight y/n." Said Morgan and you sat back. You grabbed a paper and pen and wrote. FOUND MORGAN. You sat there for a while when a car approached and stopped next to you, you raised you knife reading to attack of nesassary. The window went down and the man and woman out there hands up.

"Hold on hold on young lady I'm John and this is June, we come to get you." John said and you hesitated.

"We won't hurt you i promise." June said. You nodded and grabbed your stuff and opened the car. You sat down and watched John and June's every move.

"So where did you come from?" Asked John and you sighed.

"Long story." You breathed out a laugh and they smiled.

"Guess we will know about it after you meet Al." Said June and you cocked your head to the side.

"Who's Al?" You asked wearily.

"She was journalist before and she interviews everybody on their stories." Said John and you nodded.

"Morgan, who is y/n?" Asked Alicia as she and Luciana approached him.

"She's comes from Virginia and Alexandria like me, she's around your age Alicia." Said Morgan smiling and Alicia rolled her eyes.

The car came to a stop out some gates and they opened. The car pulled in and people crowded around. John and June got out and your door opened revealing Morgan. You got out of the car and hugged him before pulling away to look over all the people. It was a whole bunch of little kids then a whole bunch of adults.

You looked around and your eyes fell on a very pretty girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes where on you but they seemed defensive like yours at the moment. You felt uncomfortable and Morgan said to clear a path so you could sit down.

"I have been walking for almost 20 days, Car broke down when I reached Tennessee." You said to Al and she smiled. Everybody else was sitting around eating dinner as they heard your story how you arrived here.

"You have any family, back in Virginia?" She asked and you nodded.

"I have my dad, and more people who became my family, we have lost some but they will never be replaced." You said.

"Lover?" She asked and you shook your head no.

"Nope pretty much a virgin." You said and they all laughed.

Alicia started at you slowly relaxing that you were not a threat, all of them did.

"Why did you come here?" Asked Al and you sighed.

"I was 12 when the world started, I'm like 18 now. I'm supposed to be enrolling into college now, planning out my life going to go see what's out there. The apocalypse may have happened but I still want that chance. And Morgan I need to tell you something, privately." You said and he looked at you concerned. He gave Al a look and she shut the camera off then got the film. He stood up and you followed, he stopped just a few feet from everybody and waited for you to speak.

"Ricks gone." You said. "Gone not dead, just gone it's like he disappeared." You said looking down, thinking about that day.

"Wha- what how, what happened." He asked.

"Bridge explosion, he saved everybody." You said and Morgan nodded then you heard someone clear their throat.

"I'm sorry Morgan." Said June, you looked at him confused.

"I told them about Virginia, they how me and Rick go back." He said and you nodded.

"They haven't the body?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No, my dad, he has been looking out there by the bridge everyday, Michonne is pregnant with Ricks kid and she's about to give birth so she can't look anymore. And I was practically taking care of Judith so I couldn't either. And others have their own thing." You said and Morgan nodded again before walking off. You sighed and and smiled at the group.

"Anything else you guys want to know about me?" You asked and Al came forward.

"I want to know about the king and the tiger." Said Al and you nodded walking back to the fire.

You told everybody what you needed to know. Your guard was down long ago, you kept sneaking glances at the girl who's name is Alicia and she looked back at you as well. You got ready for bed when you were approached by Alicia.

"We never had a formal introduction, I'm Alicia Clark." She said holding her hand out and you shook it.

"Y/n Dixon."

You talked the night until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You learned about her family, all the things she has been through and you shared hers. She told you about her boyfriends and you felt a pang of jealousy, 'Gosh y/n you don't even know this girl,' you told your self. You fell asleep after an hour and Alicia put a blanket over you and whispered goodnight and left. You woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and got up. You looked in the mirror and braided your hair into two. You went outside and the people started building some type of plane. You approached Alicia as she was talking through a microphone looking at parts. She saw you approach and she smiled, you then looked up and saw a plane.

"Hey what's with the plane, didn't see that last night?" You asked Lucianna as you approached her, she smiled and sighed.

"A few weeks ago we were on a plane and we crashed landed a few miles from here, we actually came from here at first so we came back. Those kids they left biters out there tied up to keep us away, because it's not safe. We gained their trust and we are building this plane so we can get out of this place." She said sun you nodded you looked over the people and your eyes fell on him.

"Dwight?" You said sternly and he looked at you eyes widening.

"Mini Dixon, what are you doing out here?" He asked and you glared at him grabbing your knife when you felt a hang go to it, you saw Morgan shaking his head to stand down.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were dead?" You asked him.

"I'm lookin for Sherry, my wife, not trying to cause any trouble." He said and raised his good arm as a surrender. You nodded and stood down every body who watched went back to what they were doing. Alicia came in-front of you with a concerned look.

"So what's your story with him?" She asked

"He served the man who killed two people of my family and kept my father in a cage keeping him like an animal." You said looking at her with hard eyes.

You lended you knowledge on fixing things with the plane. It's clear they were grateful on your help, you fixed the engine to the best of your ability.

"Y/n want to come with me to a ware house, we need more parts." Said Alicia and you nodded. You made your way down and smiled at her.

Small Alicia POV

Gosh she is so beautiful. I met her yesterday and I feel like I have known her since forever. Call me crazy but I'm starting to get feelings for her already.

Regular POV

The butterflies in your stomach were almost painful when you were near Alicia. She was gorgeous, you felt like you could tell her everything and you almost have from Atlanta to now. You grabbed your backpack, emptying it out of anything that was worth leaving just encase. You took your knives and gun and left to find Alicia. She was waiting outside a car and got in when she saw you. You sat in the drivers seat and looked to see if anybody else was going, luckily no one was there.

"Anybody else going?" You asked and she shook her head.

"Do you have a problem with it, because I can get someone to come with us may-." She started but you shook your head no.

"I have no problem at all." You said and winked making her cheeks flush red. She drove to the warehouse and she told you the parts to look out for as well as food. You took out two walkers with your knives and looked back to see Alicia looking at you with awe.

"Never taken out biters with knives really." She said chuckling. You looked down and saw a metal pole that was sharpened at the edges.

"Well I mean that pole is badass, where did you get it, might need to get myself one." You asked.

"A water park." She said smiling and you nodded.

"Alright tell you what I teach you how to fight with knifes and we stay a little longer to find a pole similar to yours. Deal?" you asked holding your hand out. She thought for a second and took your hand and shook it.

"Ok come here stand in-front of me." You said as two walkers approached you both. She stood infront of you and you handed her your knives, you stood close to her.

"Now, you going to want to dodge them, go in between them. Remember you have to use strength to kill them just cant push it in. I'll be here just encase." You said. The walkers go closer and Alicia tightened her grip on the knives.

"Go you said." And she ducked as they swung at her, you backed up out of reach then one by one they were both put out.

"That was great, remember you gotta faster and if you have someone behind you, let's say as kid you have to push them back, maybe use you leg or arm. Even an adult if they don't notice you have to act quick." You said and she nodded cleaning the knives.

"Thanks I'll definitely use that, after I find knives." She said.

"If you can get a hunting knife there much stronger and lighter." You said and she nodded. You found a majority of the parts needed and headed back to the car.

"I found this." She said and handed you a metal pole with holes in it. You grabbed it and smiled at you, you got one of your knives and it's holster and handed it to her.

"Thank you Alicia, as a true thanks here's one of my knives, work with one just for now you will go better I just know of it." You said and she smiled brightly.

"Thank you, now let's get back and we can sharpen the edge." She said and started the car.

You kissed her cheek and pulled back getting a red face. You looked at her though the corner of your eye and saw her face was red.

When you arrived back to the truck stop, she helped sharpen the metal pole. You and her had a flirty thing going on for the rest of the month until you started feeling sexual tension start to arise. The stares would last long as well as lingering touches, she thought you how to use the pole and you taught her knives. Everybody shared their knowledge with you and you did with them.

The plane was just about finished when you realized if they finish the plane you may loose them, loose her.

"So, where do you guys plan on going after getting the rest of your group?" You asked Alicia as she ate dinner, sitting on the ground.

"Not sure, definitely leave this area." She said and you nodded seeing how bad the area is, you sat down next to her and she offered some of her dinner but you waved it off.

"Maybe fly to Virginia." She said lowly and you looked at her like she was crazy.

"I'm just playing can't risk another crash, especially where the girl I likes home is." She said and looked at you. Your face went red and the butterflies in your stomach, she grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to hers.

"Y/n Dixon I like you a lot, it's ok if you don't but-." She said but you silenced her with a kiss. She pulled you in harder making you moan, she set her dinner down and you pushed her on the ground, straddling her. You looked up and saw there were people still around so you pulled away.

"Want to take me to your tent?" You asked and she nodded, you got off her and held your hand out which she gladly took. She led you to her tent opening it and pulled you inside. You slid your shirt off and she did the same.

She looked at yours left arm and stomach and noticed a beautiful tattoos.

(This but all around the forearm)

(Something like that)

"Didn't know you had tattoos." She said and scratched her head.

"Oh yeah... do they bother you?" You asked.

"No no they are actually really hot." She said making you blush. You walked over to her and pushed her onto the makeshift bed.

"Wait crap I've never had sex with-." She started and you kissed her.

"It's ok, I'll teach you." You said and she looked at you confused.

"After Carl died, his girlfriend, Enid, and me got close and we ended up in bed together. It was just one night didn't mean anything." You said and stroked her hair.

"Didn't say that in the interview." She said and leaned back letting you crawl on top of her.

"Some things are just not to be meant to be said." You said and winked at her. You went down and captured her lips, she raised her hands and caressed your sides. You laid down on her putting your weight on her body making her moan.

"Just relax let me do the work." You said and trailed down her stomach.

a/n- once ftwd season 6 comes to hulu I’ll be able to continue my part 2

#alicia clark x reader #Alicia clark x dixon reader #x female reader #fear the walking dead #Daryl dixon x daughter reader #the walking dead #alycia debnam carey #alicia clark

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years

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Home Invasion

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Words: 1200+

Author’s Note: Here we are again... with another John fic! I am falling down a rabbit hole of Keanu/John/Johnny and I am o k a y with it. ‘Cause goddamn he is a fine man. So cute, so humble. Anyway! I hope you all like this. It’s adorable with a hint of angst maybe? I mean, someone almost dies so I would think that’s angst, but what do I know lmao

You wake up to John's hands pulling you closer to his body, a delight hum leaving his lips. You turn over to face him, seeing his honey brown eyes already open. "Morning, love," you whisper as the sun peaks through the somewhat closed blinds.

"Sweetheart," John mumbles in a husky voice and you shiver a bit at how much deeper his voice is in the morning. "You sleep okay? You were whimpering."

Your fingertips dance along his chest, humming softly. "Eh, I had a bit of a nightmare but nothing too major," you tell him and John presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You know…" he trails off and you tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes meet yours and move some of your hair from your face. "Now that we're engaged and plan to get married next year, I've been trying to find a way to get out."

Your eyes widen and sit up slightly, your hand pressed against his chest. "Really?" You ask and John nods his head, a smile on his lips. "John, this… but this is your life."

He nods his head slowly and licks his lips. "I know, but I don't want you to live in danger for the rest of our lives. I want us to have a normal life where you can live fear-free. We can have normal lives," John explains and your heart flutters.

"You'd do that for me?"

"In a heartbeat, my love," he says before leaning forward to kiss your lips. You hum against his lips, kissing him back while running your fingers through his hair.

You pull away from the man and nuzzle your face into his neck. You drape your leg over his lap and one of his hands move to the back of your thigh, gently caressing the skin. "I'm so in love with you," you whisper to him and John hums, dragging his fingertips up and down your thigh.

"And I with you, sweetheart. You're the best thing that's happened in my life," John mumbles against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

You let out a deep breath, your hands resting against his chest. "Well, I guess we should get up then," you giggle and start to move away from your fiancé when his hands wrap around your waist.

"Wait-"

"Nuh-uh!" You laugh and slip out of his embrace, standing up from the king-sized bed. "You've got stuff to do today, so c'mon."

John lets out a grumble before throwing the blankets off of him, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "You're right, you're right," the man exclaims and you grin while walking towards his side.

"I'm always right, baby," you wink before heading into the bathroom, shutting the white door behind you.

Your fiancé lets out a laugh and stands up, his eyes staring at the door. "You're gonna be the death of me, love, I swear!" John heads towards the kitchen and decides to start breakfast, see if he can get it done by the time you're done your shower.

The hot water cascades down your body, feeling your muscles relaxing the longer you stand under the showerhead. Once you're completed with your shower, you turn the water off and furrow your eyebrows at the sound of something breaking in the house.

"John?" You call out while sliding the shower door open, stepping out before wrapping a towel around yourself.

The man doesn't answer and you start to panic just a little bit. You slowly open the bathroom door, hearing grunts before a gunshot goes off. A gasp leaves your lips as you crouch a bit, rushing towards the end stand that has one of John's guns in it.

The weapon shakes in your grasp, holding the towel against your body as you walk towards the open bedroom door. You glance over the railing, looking around downstairs for anyone when a man gets thrown against the wall. You jump once more, falling on your ass as you examine the man who's wearing a ski mask.

"John?!" You call out again and your fiancé runs towards your voice, coming into frame. "John! W-What's happening?"

"Everything's okay! Just some… unwanted guests. Lock the door," he tells you before he gets trampled by a guy.

You're frozen in place, watching the two go at it as the stranger pulls out a knife. He goes to plunge the blade into John when you fire the gun. "Get off of him!" You yell while standing up, beginning to descend the stairs.

"Y/N," John pleads before punching the guy in the face. He whips his head around to look up at you. "Get upstairs. I can handle this."

Your eyes met his, seeing the look of pleading in them as you begin to head back up the stairs. You're chewing on your bottom lip as John springs up from the floor, getting into a fistfight with another henchman.

The gun in your hand still shakes a bit as you watch the scene unfold and you release a breath of relief when John kills the man. You turn to head back towards the bedroom when you run into something solid. A gasp leaves your lips as one of the henchmen stands in front of you.

You raise the gun to shoot at him when he slaps it out of your hand. It flies into the bedroom, your eyes dancing towards the weapon before looking back at the man. You quickly rush towards the gun and get tackled to the floor.

The masked-man turns your body around before straddling your waist. You panic and still try to reach for the gun, your fingertips grazing the handle. "You shouldn't have gotten involved," the guy growls while pulling out a knife. Your eyes widen as you let out a panicked scream, managing to reach the gun just as the henchman lifts the knife.

You grab the gun and quickly shoot the man before he has the chance to stab you. A grunt comes from the guy's lips and clenches his chest before falling to the side. Tears stream down your cheeks as you watch the life fade from his eyes. You're breathing heavily, staring at the blood that's now stained on your towel as John runs into the room, his eyes going from the body to you.

"Sweetheart," he mumbles and kneels beside you. "Hey, you're okay," John whispers and gently takes the gun from your hands. You swallow thickly and look up at your fiancé.

"I-I had to…" you trail off and John shakes his head, wiping the tears from your face.

"I know, I know. You did good," he reassures you and helps you off the floor. John kisses your forehead as you try to level your breathing. "I'm gonna call, someone, real quick. Have them remove the bodies. You wanna take a relaxing bath? I know you just got out of the shower but-"

You nod your head, gripping his arms and you let out a huff of breath. "Yeah, yeah. I think I'm gonna do that. Join me afterward?" You ask him innocently and John snickers before nodding his head.

"Yeah, I'll see you in there."

Tagging: @lovefilledtragedy @ficsnroses (i hope this is okay)

#john wick #john wick imagine #john wick imagines #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick angst #john wick fluff #john wick fanfiction #john wick fanfic #john wick fic #keanu reeves #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves imagines #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #john wick x y/n

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artemis-pendragon · 3 years

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wait if you have the time would you mind expanding on the parallels between achilles and patroclus and the ships you mentioned?

OH GOD YES I WOULD LOVE TO THANKS FOR ASKING!! The English Major in me jumped out so here's an absolute novel lmao:

Hannibal/Will:

Hannibal and Will are the easiest to draw direct parallels to because they are textually compared to Achilles and Patroclus in canon. Hannibal draws himself as Achilles and Will as Patroclus, then (because apparently he’s never heard of subtlety) shows it to Will.

Hannibal says that hiding and revealing identities is a major theme in the Iliad. Will asks Hannibal to reveal himself to Jack Crawford; in the same episode, Hannibal begins to suspect that Will has betrayed him, hiding his true intentions behind a façade to bait Hannibal into being captured by the FBI. However, Will isn’t even sure himself what his real intentions and identity is, and eventually betrays the FBI and runs away with Hannibal.

After Hannibal realizes that Will betrayed him (which is also the episode after he talks about how they’re like Achilles and Patroclus), he stabs Will in the stomach. Patroclus was killed after being stabbed in the stomach.

Hannibal and Will’s blurring identities is a major theme throughout the show. Just as Patroclus takes on Achilles’s identity on the field of war, Will takes on Hannibal’s identity in many ways—both intentionally, and unintentionally.

Patroclus dies wearing Achilles’s armor. Will is accused of being the Chesapeake Ripper, imprisoned, and could have been executed for Hannibal’s crimes if Hannibal hadn’t interfered.

Hannibal is a god-adjacent character, while Will is his more human counterpart. Will is Hannibal’s tether to his humanity, just as Patroclus is Achilles’s.

Just like Achilles couldn’t stand to be parted from Patroclus, Hannibal chose to let Will pull him off a cliff to their (probable) deaths. Hannibal would rather die with Will than live without him.

There is a significant amount of water imagery in this show. Will especially has a lot of ties to water: he likes to fish (his mind palace is initially shown to be a stream); he’s knowledgeable about boats and sailing (he sails across the Atlantic to find Hannibal); his dreams and hallucinations often include water and/or blood; he pulled Hannibal off a cliff into the ocean in a last ditch attempt to kill them both; etc. The story of Achilles also has lots of water-related motifs since Achilles’s mother, Thetis, is a sea nymph/goddess of water.

Hannibal didn’t become overtly vicious and violent toward the Great Red Dragon until he threatened to kill (and then actually stabbed) Will. Then he went totally feral and (literally) ripped Dolarhyde’s throat out. This reminds me of Achilles losing his mind and killing then mutilating Hector after Hector killed Patroclus.

Steve/Bucky:

Steve and Bucky have the “legendary beloved heroic superhuman soldier” and “childhood friend turned war companion” parallel down to a T. Steve is like Achilles: he is a born soldier who wants to fight for his country, starting out idealistic and becoming worn down and jaded by war over time. Bucky is far more reluctant to go to war but follows Steve back onto the battlefield because he believes in Steve and wants to keep him safe—especially from his own reckless righteousness. This is very similar to Patroclus’s desire to follow Achilles to war mostly out of a desire to protect and guide him away from his self-destructive, hot-headed tendencies.

Just as Patroclus put on Achilles’s armor to fight (and die) in his place on the battlefield, Bucky picks up and wields Steve’s shield just before he falls off the train to his apparent death.

Steve starts out saying that he doesn’t want to kill anybody, but after Bucky “dies”, he vows not to stop until every member of Hydra is either killed or captured. This is similar to Achilles’s reaction to Patroclus’s death, where he goes mad with grief and kills everyone in his path to get to Hector, who he then violently kills.

Additionally, after killing Hector, Achilles continues to fight recklessly until someone kills him. Similarly, Steve keeps fighting to stop Hydra but ultimately goes down with the aircraft carrying the bombs, allowing himself to drown/freeze. There’s probably ways he could have gotten out of that situation, but instead he kind of just gives in and lets himself “die” (at least that’s my interpretation).

The Captain America movies also have some interesting water imagery. Bucky falls to his “death” in a ravine, most likely falling into the frozen stream. Steve “drowns” after he crashes the plane into the ocean; in The Winter Soldier, Steve falls from the helicarrier into the Potomac, and Bucky jumps in after him. Again, the story of Achilles also contains water-related motifs due to Achilles’s mother being a sea nymph; I’m sure I could write an entire essay about these parallels before I figure out how to verbalize why this is interesting, but I’m too lazy to right now lol.

Arthur/Merlin:

Again, just like with Steve and Bucky, this is an obvious case of “famous royal golden hero of legends” and “less well-known but ultimately extremely important companion who follows him to war”. Like Achilles and Patroclus, Arthur and Merlin meet before Arthur is a famous warrior and become friends long before the “big war” that ultimately tears them apart.

Arthur and Achilles might be the famous warriors, but Merlin and Patroclus are the kind-hearted, brave, fiercely loyal companions who serve both as a fellow warrior on the battlefield, and as a moral compass. Just as Achilles looks to Patroclus for advice and as a tether to the humility and importance of humanity in the face of a great destiny, Arthur looks to Merlin.

Both Patroclus and Merlin seem at first to be ordinary men who (in the eyes of most casual observers) aren’t worthy of Achilles/Arthur’s friendship. However, they both become legendary figures of their own, without whom their legendary heroic counterparts would never have survived.

As I mentioned in the section about Hannibal and Will, the theme of hiding and revealing identities is very important in the story of Achilles and Patroclus. One of the biggest plot points in Merlin is that Merlin can’t reveal that he has magic; he doesn’t do so until the last episode, once Arthur has been mortally wounded.

Just as Patroclus always believed that Achilles would live up to his great destiny, Merlin always believed in Arthur. And even though Arthur didn’t know about Merlin’s true potential and role in his rise to the throne, Arthur believed that Merlin was one of the best, most courageous men he’d ever met. This reminds me o Achilles referring to Patroclus as Philtatos (in The Song of Achilles), meaning “best of men”.

In an inverted parallel, Arthur is the one who is stabbed and ultimately dies. Although Achilles does eventually die in war, it isn’t until after Patroclus dies. It is then implied that they will eventually meet again someday, just as Achilles and Patroclus would meet again in the afterlife after their ashes were mingled together.

Dean/Cas:

In this relationship, Dean is very much the “reckless hero with a pre-ordained-by-the-gods destiny who is actually very flawed and carries a lot of self-doubt” and Cas is the “companion with a heart of gold who is almost embarrassingly devoted to the hero and will do anything for him”.

For Dean/Cas, there is also the parallel of struggling with a toxic parental figure who demands too much while also being emotionally absent and manipulative. For Dean, this is John Winchester, and for Achilles, this is Thetis. Cas also struggles with his relationship with his father (who is literally God lmao) and his desire to be a good soldier vs. his desire to do what’s right and to protect the man he loves.

Patroclus strives to help Achilles see that he’s more than just a weapon, and Cas and Dean both do this for each other: Dean helps Cas realize that he’s more than just another emotionless soldier of heaven, and Cas helps Dean realize he’s more than “daddy’s blunt instrument” (the phrasing of which I will still be laughing at in my grave. Thanks, CW.)

Dean’s godly destiny as Michael’s vessel is determined before he’s even born. Achilles’s godly destiny is also determined before he’s born, and neither one really has any say in it.

Patroclus ultimately dies in Achilles’s place, and Cas does the same for Dean many times. When Cas decides to help Dean escape heaven and try to save Sam and stop the apocalypse, he sacrifices himself to help Dean get away. Of the many times Cas puts his life on the line, it’s usually either to help Dean, or to save him. This is reminiscent of how Patroclus did almost everything not in the name of winning the war, or even the greater good (although he was obviously a good person), but to protect Achilles and keep him from getting himself killed.

Whenever Cas is dead, Dean’s mental health visibly deteriorates. He becomes more violent and unpredictable—a worse version of himself—just as Achilles did after Patroclus died.

Just as Patroclus acts as a tether to humanity for Achilles, Cas and Dean both act as tethers to humanity for each other. Cas pulls Dean out of Hell, restoring his humanity, and Dean helps Cas shrug off his emotionless angel identity and find some humanity of his own.

TLDR: Reckless blonde hero (or villain) with a legendary destiny/reputation and badass fighting skills + their viciously loyal brunette companion-slash-lover who's willing to die for them at a moment's notice = good shipping material

#i literally can't help myself literary parallels are my favorite thing #hannigram #stevebucky #merthur #destiel #stucky #patrochilles #hannibal #merlin #spn #supernatural #tsoa #patroclus and achilles #literary parallels #meta #kind of #artemis speaks #long post

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Sam is the Pie: An Incoherent Swear-Filled Supernatural Rant (look it’s been a long year)

So for Reasons, I recently re-watched Dark Side of the Moon and immediately started crying even though I thought I had divorced the Winchesters in 2014.

Since the last time I watched this episode, I’ve become a parent and I wanted to go absolutely feral as Dean reenacts his happy memory with his mother. We have to assume that when the memory was made, Dean was at most barely four years old, but more likely three. He experiences this brief moment of tenderness, the simple act of a sandwich being made to his preference and then is immediately called on to caretaker. Sam witnesses his hug with Mary and sees it as Dean cleaning up after his father.

Dean is a fucking preschooler. He’s not cleaning up a mess like he will as an adult. For preschoolers, the caretakers in your life are the bedrock of your days and nights. You haven’t come to a teenage or even tween understanding that adults may fail you. You have to take them at face value because you are entirely reliant on them. Dean sees his mother upset which shifts the ground under his feet, so he rushes to say the words that she has probably said to him more than once. “I’ll never leave you”. And Mary rewards him with pie. Not intentionally, probably more to distract him, but how can a boy who is destined to lose his one steady caretaker not see this as an irrevocable symbol of love. Love is homemade pie (and the pie is a lie).

Look we can talk fathers until the cow’s come home, but one thing that occurred to me watching this time is that Sam is what Dean has left of his mother. Sam is a tangible piece of his past that doesn’t get burned to the ground. He is made up of Mary, in his own baby way. As long as Sam is alive…well than Mary is alive, isn’t she?

And Sam becomes Dean’s pie. Sam being intact and preferably happy is a reward system that his father (hereafter known as That Fucking Asshole) reinforces. To circle back to Dark Side of the Moon, the very first happy memory we see of Dean’s is Sam embracing him over fireworks. A simple night where the highlight is that Sam is happy AND credits Dean for that happiness. He thanks him specifically and hugs him affectionately which boggles adult Dean so much that he almost doesn’t return it.

The reward is pie, but the pie itself is a lie. Sam’s happiness is never something Dean can control and as he painfully discovers that Sam’s happiness is in fact tied specifically to moments where Dean is entirely absent. Sam (pretty callously all things considered) says that it’s because he doesn’t see family like Dean does ‘no one cut the crusts off my sandwiches’.

If pie could stab Dean in the heart, the pie is Sam Winchester. Which like Sam is entitled, right? He’s not a pie. He’s not a reward for being a good boy. He is entitled to the personhood that Dean often denies him. He isn’t wrong to say to Dean “I didn’t think of it like that” when he pets a dog and laughs about a memory that to Dean is made entirely of pain (That Fucking Asshole having dealt out some actual pain on to of Dean’s worry and fear). Sam was a kid, he wasn’t a pie. He wanted things that Dean couldn’t ( and shouldn’t have had to) provide.

Sam’s pie-hood haunts the whole show. Dean is constantly striving for pie and because the pie is a lie, he will always fall short. Despite whole plot lines getting forgotten like losing lotto tickets, there is a constantly in Dean’s love of pie. Because it’s funny and simple. An easy go to go gag about Dean’s love of crust and pie filling.

And part of the gag is that Sam doesn’t get it, right? Sam who eats healthy and just isn’t as obsessed with food as Dean is at all (because when there wasn’t enough to go around, Dean gave his food to Sam, risked his freedom to make sure Sam had food, gave him the last bowl of Lucky Charms even though he got none, but I guess he didn’t cut the crusts off the sandwiches so it doesn’t fucking count, huh? Dean’s hunger is a pit of all the unfulfilled things, all the void inside of him, but it’s pretty funny how much he likes to eat hahahah fuck.)

Anyway, Sam doesn’t get it. Sam forgets. Sam brings cake instead. And so what! Sam is entitled to be a person. Sam is not a pie, he doesn’t have to be a caretaker though he makes vague attempts. He doesn’t have to live up to whatever Dean believes him to be, but it still sucks, doesn’t it? It still sucks when the pie is a lie.

And then there’s Cas (c’mon, I’m not going to forget about him). Cas who crash lands into this chaos of pie neurosis and just looks at Dean and sees all the sticky, crusty pieces that hold together his patchwork soul. Cas isn’t pie, Cas can’t even taste pie, it’s all a pile of molecules and he’s a baby in a trench coat. And that’s a good thing, okay? Dean has to reckon with actual Cas. Cas is not his father, Cas is not his mother, Cas is not a reward or a punishment (and yeah that’s John and Mary, the punishment and the reward, too much of one, the other cut down over and over just before Dean is about to get his hands on it). Cas is implacable. Cas sees him. Cas just likes him.

Dean has no fucking clue what to do with that. He tries to make him pie, make him Sam, but Cas just will not fit there. He is the size of the Chrysler building. Cas loves him, steady and abiding, he doesn’t parent him, but he remembers what he likes. He knows to make amends with the things that Dean loves. He tells Dean when things aren’t his fault, makes him confront them when they are. Dean has to reckon with Cas as a person, instead of all those other things.

And in the end, they give Dean the pie in the cruelest way possible. Sure, Sam gets his happy ‘apple pie’ life. The life Dean wanted for him. Sam lives the way Dean always wanted him to live…except he sees none of it. He gets no more firework hugs. He doesn’t get to cut the crust off his nephew’s sandwhich. He doesn’t get the pie. Like so many gags throughout the show, just when he sits down to eat his beloved dessert, something distracts him. Something removes him from the pie.

Dean dies unrewarded. No damn cat, no damn cradle.

Sam is the pie. The pie is a lie. Heaven has no lover. No person that saw him. Heaven is waiting for the pie that never comes.

#dean winchester #meta #i guess #I don't even know y'all #Destiel #I just have a lot of feelings

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Love me Harder-Part 4

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Summary: Falling in love with your sisters sworn enemy probably wasn’t the best idea…

Note: Tik Tok challenge requests are still open for whoever wants to submit one! I will be doing them throughout the day! I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

Part 3 Part 5

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Rafe and I became exclusive after that night on the beach…

It was weird at first being so open despite the odd looks from people. I tried not to think about it too much despite the comments and stares. I was going to enjoy my time with Rafe.

This led to one of my rare days off, my legs perched on the dash of Rafe’s golf cart. My eyes trained on his muscles working as he played on the Figure Eight golf course. I squirmed in my seat a little from the way his muscles flexed, his hat perched on his head backwards adding to the desire pooling in my belly. We hadn’t moved past the heavy make outs with occasional groping, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready for more.

My experience with men wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t great. I’ve had my few shares of casual hook ups, boyfriends that didn’t last longer than a few months before the feelings died out, but Rafe was different. Maybe it was the fact that we had both wanted each other for so long, the tension bursting between us now that we could freely be seen with the other.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there beautiful?” Rafe asked, startling me from my thoughts.

“How good your ass looks in those shorts.” I smirked, earning a deep blush from my boyfriend.

He sauntered over to me, swinging his club around to hold it behind his neck. Rafe leaned his head down to touch his nose to mine, sweetly pecking my lips before he pulled away. I moved my hands to feel the slight stubble forming on his cheeks, he let go of the golf club, and let it fall to the ground. In the next instance, he had my legs around his waist. Rafe leaned in to crush his lips to mine, leaning me back at an angle. I forgot where we were, and that people were literally all around us. My only focus was how good his soft lips felt against mine. I bit his bottom lip, gently tugging it back. He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Come on guys, this is a family golf course.” Someone called, my head snapping to see Topper making his way over. Rafe flipped him off as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

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I very quickly became uninterested in being at Figure Eight now that Topper decided to interrupt mine and Rafe’s hot make out. He stayed with Rafe to play a round between them which annoyed me even more. I didn’t get a lot of days off, so my mood was pretty much ruined. I saw Pope walking by, carrying some groceries for someone. I was going to jump up and help when Topper decided to make his way to him.

“Well, well look who we have here.” Topper hollered, my feet instantly taking off towards Pope. Rafe had yet to notice either of us were gone.

“Can we please give it a rest today, unless you want to deliver your own groceries.” Pope spat, dodging Topper’s reaches for the beer he was carrying.

“Knock it off Topper, your tea time isn’t up yet.” I growled, stepping in front of Pope.

“Leave this to the men y/n,” Topper hissed, shoving me to the side as he attacked Pope.

I went into flight or fight mode, jumping on Topper’s back as he railed his fists down on Pope. I punched Topper’s nose, giving Pope enough time to wiggle his way out from under Topper. He reached back and pulled my hair, a scream leaving my lips from the burn. I tumbled down, scraping my arms and legs against the gravel. Topper grabbed his club, and swung at Pope. I was horrified as blood spewed from Pope’s lips.

“RAFE!” I screeched, hoping to grab his attention.

I didn’t look to see if he had heard me, jumping to my feet to run towards Pope and Topper. In a split second decision, I jumped in front of Pope, and took Topper’s swing. Agonizing pain tore through my body, a sickening crack heard as the head of the club connected to my ribs. Topper’s eyes widened, dropping his club immediately. I whimpered on the ground, keeping my eyes closed as I sobbed in pain.

“Y/n!” Pope shouted, crouching down to me.

“Go, run.” I whispered, giving him a reassuring nod as he took off.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Rafe boomed, but I couldn’t focus on his words. White noise rang in my ears, my heart still thudding in my chest from the adrenaline. I snapped out of it when I felt a hand, Rafe’s hand, pushing some hair from my face.

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” he asked.

“Hurts,” was all I was able to gurgle out.

“Tell me where baby,” Rafe spoke softly.

“Ribs,” I choked.

“She just jumped in front of me man!” Topper exclaimed.

“Because you were beating a fucking kid Topper!” I snapped, flinching in pain.

“Can I lift you up, get you to the ER?” Rafe asked gently, his hands shaking as they stayed near my face.

“I think I can get up,” I huffed, having help from Rafe to stand. My ribs were aching, the pain feeling like a stabbing sensation.

“I’ll deal with you later.” Rafe hissed as Topper, following behind me as I walked back towards the golf cart.

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A cracked rib that would take a while to heal, the doctor was surprised that it wasn’t crushed with the severity of the bruise forming on my ribcage. I was told to not go back to work for at least a week, yeah, we’ll see how that goes over with my dad...

“So, you want me to cancel dinner tonight?” Rafe asked, holding my hand tight in his as we exited the ER.

“No, I still want to go.” I insisted, nerves creeping in as I remembered I was having dinner with Rafe and his family tonight.

This would be the first time I would be there as Rafe’s girlfriend, and I was scared shitless. I knew my parents, or I should say my mother and my biological father, grew up with Ward and Rose. The tension was there at the Kook gatherings they made me attend since my mother had me when she was still in High School.

“I don’t want you to go if you feel like you have to...you don’t need to suffer in pain all night.” Rafe sighed, assisting me while I climbed into the passenger seat of his truck.

“Rafe this is important, I want to make a good impression, and how is it going to look if I bail.” I scoffed. He had one arm leaning on the open door while the other was by my head, his blue eyes filled with worry.

“They aren’t going to give a shit if you’re hurt. Baby, please just think about this.” he murmured.

“I have thought about it, I’m going, and that’s final.” I growled, swinging my legs in the door.

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I spent the next three hours making sure every detail about my outfit, hair, and makeup were perfect. Rafe laid on my bed, scrolling through his phone while he waited for me to get ready. His constant complaints about how long I was taking was really starting to irritate me however…

“Babe, this isn’t a fancy ass dinner. It’s just my dad and Rose, and I think my sisters might be there.” Rafe mumbled, throwing his phone down beside him.

“I swear to god Rafe, if you complain one more fucking time…” I laughed humorlessly.

Rafe got up from his spot, leaning down behind me. His eyes met mine in the mirror, staying connected as he leaned down towards my neck. He placed gentle, wet kisses down the side, my eyes widening when I felt his teeth nick a spot just below my ear.

“Rafe!” I gasped, pulling away from him immediately. His shit eating grin earned a playful shove from me, his laughter booming through my room.

“I’m gonna kill you,” I gritted through my teeth, trying to cover up the bite to the best of my abilities. Once I was fully dressed, Rafe’s eyes surely would have popped out of his head if they had gotten any wider.

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered, taking his eyes away from you.

“What?” I panicked.

“How am I supposed to sit through a family dinner with you lookin’ like that.” he blurted, a giggle slipping through my lips.

“Sorry baby,” I smiled, leaning up on my toes to kiss him.

“You look stunning, and I’m so happy you’re all mine.” Rafe whispered, butterflies racing in my stomach at his compliment.

“Thank you Rafe, I’m happy too.” I spoke softly, giving him another sweet kiss.

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I wanted to puke from how nervous I was, wishing I had taken Rafe’s idea to cancel. I was about to high tail it back to the truck, but before I knew it, we were entering the Cameron household. Rose smiled wickedly sweet at Rafe and I, Ward didn’t even glance towards us, and Sarah and Wheezie were the only ones to actually greet us. I felt awkward around Sarah with the beef she still had with Kie, and I knew she was also talking to John B. Rafe didn’t seem to notice my discomfort, dragging me to the dining room.

“So Rafe, how long is this one gonna last?” Ward rumbled from his seat.

“Seriously dad?” Rafe questioned, his grip on my hand almost hurting.

“I’m just saying...none of your other, um, exploits, really had staying power. You think this is gonna last more than a week?” Ward chuckled, ice flowing through my veins as my gaze went back and forth between the two men.

“We’ve been together almost three months, I really care about her dad. Can we please have just a normal dinner?” Rafe exasperated, running a hand through his hair.

“I mean Rafe...you know about her parents.” Rose spoke up, my head snapping in her direction.

“What are you talking about?” Rafe asked, irritation clear in his voice.

“Her mother’s track record isn’t exactly...well let’s just say she sure knows how to pick ‘em.” Rose chuckled, my shoulders straightening.

“I’d thank you kindly to keep my mother’s business out of your mouth Mrs. Cameron.” I spoke harshly.

“Honey...your real dad didn’t want your mother, he didn’t want you, so what makes you think our Rafe will have anything to do with you? Your mother was a slut, and you know what they say...like mother like daughter.” she pointed out, my blood boiling at this point.

“That’s enough!” Rafe shouted, standing up so fast his chair raked against the tile.

I shot out of my seat, tears pricking my eyes as I made my way out the front door. I could hear them all arguing, but I didn’t care to listen. My ribs protested as I let out a sob, my hand holding on to them as a rush of pain surged through me. I was prepared to walk home at this point, my feet carrying me on instinct.

“Y/n, wait baby please!” I heard Rafe call.

“Can you please just take me home Rafe, I want to go.” I sniffled, backing away when he tried to reach out for me.

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“I’m so sorry,” Rafe whispered when he parked his truck in front of my house.

“Not your fault, I just...I definitely was not expecting that.” I mumbled, wringing my hands out anxiously. I looked from my house and back to Rafe, biting down gently on my lip.

“Do you...do you want to stay with me?” I asked quietly, looking down at my hands.

“Only if you want me to,” he smiled, my head nodding immediately.

I did my nightly routine, checking the locks on everything before heading back to my room. I put a scrunchie on the door which signaled the kids that I didn’t want to be bothered. I left my fairy lights on, sliding in next to Rafe who was already cozied up under my covers. I buried my face into his neck, completely entangling myself with him. His hand traveled up my thigh that was laying across him, stopping at my hip to rub the skin that was showing from my shirt riding up. The rings on his fingers left goosebumps behind, the cold metal contrasting with the warmth that had spread from him to me.

“For the record, I plan on keeping you.” Rafe smirked, pinching my skin playfully.

“Lucky me then, I get to put up with your dumbassery for a little while longer.” I teased, the both of us sent into a fit of laughter. Once that died down, Rafe tilted my chin up, kissing me tenderly.

“Sweet dreams beautiful,” he whispered.

“Sleep tight slick,” I yawned, snuggling up closer as I let my eyes close.

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condorclaw · 3 years

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TW: panic attacks, child abuse, death

"Excuse me, are you okay?"

The voice was unfamiliar, yet comforting. It was a stranger, but it bore a resemblance to somebody that Tommy held close to his heart. He tried to speak, to ask what was going on, but his throat felt empty. His vision was dark, his head pounding with pain.

"Oh dear... he looks awfully young..."

Another comforting voice, but Tommy couldn't even try to identify who it could belong to in the moment. His arms burned, feelings of lingering scratches scorching along his skin. Tommy wanted to cry, but though he could open his mouth, no sound emerged.

"Here, come here, John. Use his arm."

Tommy felt his body moving, though not on his own volition. His arms were draped over two different surfaces, and if Tommy were slightly more stable, he could identify that they were shoulders. A sharp screech ripped from Tommy's vocal chords as his feet were placed on the ground, the first noise he made upon awakening. The two figures jolted at the noise, almost letting Tommy's arms slip from their hold.

"Give 'em 'ere. Gently now."

A third voice, one that sounded far deeper than the other two, and one that stirred a memory from a while ago. Tommy's body was maneuvered, being placed in the large, strong arms of the newcomer. The sensation reminded Tommy of being carried through the snow, those same arms holding him close as hot breath blew across his face, trying to warm him. Tommy wanted to cry from the sensation alone.

"Get th' weird guy. The one with th' radio."

The sound of quick footsteps grew fainter as one of the unknown voices left. After what felt like an eternity of floating, Tommy felt slim fingers brush across his hair, gently raising it from his face. He winced as they touched along the left side of his face, tracing a pathway across his features.

"What could have happened to him...?"

Tommy wanted to know too. His mind was foggy, faint memories lingering so close, yet so far. All he could remember was the sound of blood rushing to his ears and screams of pain. They might have been his screams.

"Ey, man!"

The familiar greeting struck through Tommy's thoughts, his body immediately jolting in an effort to get up. His limbs still felt like lead, but Tommy didn't need to get up to know who it was.

"M-Mexican Dre...?" Tommy whispered, the name catching in his throat as he tried not to cry.

The energetic skipping of footsteps ceased almost immediately after Tommy spoke, replacing the sound with quick, yet soft clicks of shoes as somebody rushed to Tommy's side.

"Tomas...?"

The voice was filled with horror, something Mexican Dream rarely showed, if he even experienced the emotion of fear. A gloved hand rested along Tommy's right cheek, sending a comforting wave through his aching body.

"Oh, Tomas... What has he done to you?"

Tommy wanted to cry. He wanted to move. He wanted to do anything. Mexican Dream was here, within his reach, and yet Tommy couldn't touch him.

"Eyy, pig man." Mexican Dream's attention shifted away from Tommy, his hand sliding off of Tommy's cheek, causing him to whimper at the loss of the comforting contact. He needed to know he was safe.

Mexican Dream and the stranger carrying Tommy began to talk, but their words were lost on Tommy as the ringing in his ears returned. The burning sensation in his arms returning as well with painful ferocity as he tried to struggle out of whatever held him. It didn't work though, as Tommy could barely move, let alone try to break free from the stranger's grasp. Feeling hopeless, he cried out again.

"Tomas," Mexican Dream had returned to his side, moving his hand to gently grasp with one of Tommy's. "We're going to take you somewhere, okay? It'll make you feel a lot better, man. Trust me on this!"

Tommy had no other choice. Even if he was one of those crazy people who didn't trust Mexican Dream at all, there wouldn't be any other option than to allow his pained form to be taken somewhere else. After he let out a whine of agreement, Mexican Dream's hand patted his before pulling away, causing Tommy to softly whimper once more.

The stranger began to move, loud, heavy footsteps following behind a pair of softer ones. The anxiety of the situation stung at Tommy's thoughts, causing his breathing to quicken, alerting the attention of somebody he had never heard before.

"Deep breaths, kiddo." The voice was low, yet soothing. "Just copy me, okay?"

Unable to answer, Tommy followed the man's instructions as closely as he could. He could feel the synchronized breathing loosen his muscles, allowing the sensation of his throbbing head to diminish slightly. It was easier to focus with the pain gone, and Tommy tried to identify what he could while continuing to breathe in tune with the man.

The arms that held him were rather rough, feeling like the rawhide of an animal. They held a gentleness to them though, one that felt protective and trustworthy. A thin layer of hair could be felt along the limbs, gently prickling parts of Tommy's body through his clothes.

Tommy's breathing slowed as he managed to relax, the sound of the heavy footsteps getting fainter as the intensity of his pain subsided. It still hurt, but not as much as it did before.

"Thank y-you." Tommy whispered out, feeling a slight smile begin to form.

"Pleasure's all mine, kiddo."

It was almost kind of relaxing at this point. The sway of movement, the knowledge of potential allies and friends by his side, the relaxing beat of his own heart-

...

Tommy didn't have a heartbeat.

The last thing he heard was a screech of alarm before the boy blacked out once more, the sensation of his skin burning returning.

"-ommy. Tommy, wake up."

A sting of sorrow pierced through Tommy's body as he felt himself regaining conciousness. Another hand was caressing his own limp one, fingers tracing along the scratches littered across his skin. The protective touch sent Tommy's mind to a lingering memory, his hand gripping tightly to a man's own as he was pulled through the forest, the sound of footsteps thundering behind the two as the tips of arrows nearly missed piercing their bodies.

"Come on, Tommy-!" The man's panicked shout was cut short, the smell of blood stinging Tommy's nose as the man was struck by an arrow. Cries of victory were heard, and all Tommy could do was drag the body of the man away to a hiding spot, watching as the life drained from the brunette's eyes. One left, the thought echoed in Tommy's mind.

"Wilbur?"

The hand shifted from tracing Tommy's scars to rest in Tommy's hair, a whisper of relief barely reaching Tommy's ears.

"Yeah. It's me, big man."

"I can't see you," Tommy muttered in return, the darkness in his sight never faltering even once. He needed to see him.

"I know, it takes a moment," Wilbur continued to pet Tommy's hair, combing his fingers through the tangled mess. "Your eyes are closed, can you open them for me?"

His eyes had been closed this whole time? Immediately stabbing thoughts pierced through his mind, yelling insults and repeating horrible shouts for him to stop being so stupid. Wilbur must think of him as an idiot, just like back in Pogtopia-

“I know, it hurts. Do you need me to help?”

Tommy wasn’t sure what he said in response, the swarm of demeaning words clouded out his senses until he could only focus on Wilbur resting his hands on both sides of Tommy’s face, his thumbs stroking his eyelids in a soothing motion. The contact allowed for him to familiarize himself with his face once more, recalling where all his features were. Slowly, he began to lift his eyelids, Wilbur removing his hands as he saw Tommy moving.

Tommy came face-to-face with Wilbur, the wave of emotion causing a prickling feeling at the corners of his eyes. Wilbur’s skin was pale gray as it had been while he was Ghostbur, and his eyes glowed a soft white, which was different from the black void that Ghostbur had. Aside from the changes of color, Wilbur looked just like how he did in the Camarvan. His face was pulled into a kind smile, and although he had no pupils, Tommy knew he was looking directly at him.

“There you go.” Wilbur’s teeth were sharp as he grinned, leaning down to bump his forehead with Tommy’s own. “I knew you could do it.”

Wet drops fell across Tommy’s cheeks as he reached out a shaky arm, desperate to hug his brother close once more. Wilbur understood what Tommy wanted, helping his brother to sit up before wrapping his arms around Tommy’s trembling frame. Tommy could feel his tears being soaked up by the fabric of Wilbur’s yellow sweater, only making him cry even more. He could hold Wilbur again.

The faint sound of a bottle popping caused Tommy to raise his head slightly, twisting to see where it came from. There were no buildings or items anywhere in sight, just a white abyss that encompassed everything surrounding them. Sitting a few feet away from the two brothers was a familiar beast. His horns were twisted upwards, nearly covering half of his own gray face. The suit he wore was a bright blue, contrasting the dark hair upon his head and along his chin. Somehow, the man looked more alive here than Tommy had ever seen him up on the podium.

“Schlatt?”

The man nodded, hoof tapping the ground as he took a swig from the newly-opened bottle in his hand. He let out a large burp and wiped his mouth before standing, taking a few steps towards Tommy. “Got that right, kiddo.”

Wilbur let go of Tommy, leaving the boy sitting up, still slightly dazed from seeing the former dictator look so… peaceful.

“But, aren’t ya dead? You died in front of us.”

Wilbur and Schlatt exchanged a look of concern, Schlatt being the one to speak. “Tommy… you know Wilbur is dead too, right?”

“W-What? No, Wilbur was-”

Explosions. The withers. Philza crying out.

“...killed.”

A sigh escaped from Wilbur’s mouth as he returned to Tommy’s side, letting his hand rest in the younger’s hair once more. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.”

The seed of worry in Tommy’s stomach exploded into a forest of realization.

He was dead.

Dream had-

The memory came rushing back like a typhoon, drowning Tommy’s mind with that one moment. The loud crack ringing out from Dream slamming his foot onto Tommy’s wrist. The screams of pain ripping from Tommy’s throat as Dream slammed his fist into Tommy’s cheek. A hand grabbing his hair and tugging him to the nearest wall, pulling his head back and slamming it forward with the sound of bone shattering.

Tommy’s arms wrapped around himself as his breathing took a sharp turn, becoming rapid and irregular. Wilbur’s hand jolted back from his brother’s head, hovering a few inches over Tommy’s shoulder in reflex. Schlatt took a step back, alarmed at the sudden shift in emotion. His hand was raised slightly at his side, looking on worriedly.

“Schlatt?” Wilbur spoke softly, shifting his gaze towards the former president. “Could you-”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I know what it’s like. Take care of the kid, okay?”

Schlatt turned away, walking off and vanishing in the white abyss, leaving Wilbur alone with Tommy. Upon Schlatt leaving, Tommy allowed a desperate sob to escape, his hands entangling themselves in his own hair. He tried to tug on fistfuls of the strands, but it only caused his panic to grow as his thoughts would immediately take him back to his last moment alive.

“Tommy, Tommy, hey. Look at me, please?”

Tommy’s hands loosened their grasp slightly as he moved to face Wilbur. His brother’s arms were open and inviting, a calm expression relaxing all of Wilbur’s features. His eyes glinted with worry, but he didn’t speak it.

Within seconds, Tommy’s hands were clutching the back of Wilbur’s sweater once more as the man loosely wrapped his own around his little brother, holding him as closely as he could. As they embraced, Wilbur began to sing. It was a song Tommy had never heard before, but Wilbur’s soothing voice made him remember all those nights in Pogtopia, when Tommy would wake up after nightmares and his brother would sing him to sleep.

“You’re safe here,” Wilbur whispered between lyrics as Tommy felt his eyes beginning to shut with exhaustion.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Tommy had no idea where he was specifically, or who else was with him besides his friends, but he could work all that out later. For now, he just wanted to stay in Wilbur’s arms, listening to the melody that reminded him of home.

#decided to try my hand at writing Tommy and Wilbur reuniting because ow pain #dream smp #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!schlatt #mexican dream #tw panic attacks #tw child abuse #tw death #by the way the four unnamed people with Tommy are John John. Lyaria. Sheriff Sherman Thompson. and Catboy!#because the idea of them all existing in the same death space is pretty cool and can lead to more pain #my writing #my post

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justactsupernatural · 3 years

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We’ll Never Leave You Alone Allie

Warnings: mental health issues, possesive behavior and implied murder

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He was their baby, their mother’s last gift before dying.

How could the world expect them to give him up?

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Alan was three years old when their mother had died, having survived the avalanche that had threatened to take them both because of their mother’s protective embrace, taking the brunt of the snow to save the child.

After the accident, their father went MIA on them and focused solely on his work, leaving the five brothers to fend for themselves. This had a major effect on their whole dynamic, starting with the fact that the youngest Tracy needed constant care.

Scott grew up too fast for a boy his age, running himself ragged in his attempt to take care of his younger brothers. He helped with homework, with getting dressed, making dinner and breakfast, and keeping everyone alive. At only 13 this certainly wasn’t something he should be worried about, but with their father practically living at the office someone had to keep what was left of their family going.

Even though he was raising four younger brothers, he could always feel a deep connection with Alan. Granted, he had a connection with all of his brothers, but the youngest Tracy was different; the three-year-old was innocence itself and the little firework kept them all going during that dark time.

Which was probably why they all freaked out when the world threatened to take him away for the first time.

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The mystery car arrived at their around nine months after the funeral, it was a Saturday, and all the boys were in the house. Scott, John and Virgil were awake and picking up the discarded toys and dirty dishes of the night before while Alan and Gordon slept upstairs. Their father never got home the night before.

Scott had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Virgil called his name near the front door. Going to see what was up with his brother, the brunette left the kitchen and approached his nine-year-old sibling, John at his heels.

“There’s a car outside” said Virgil when the older boys got to him, pointing out the window to their front lawn where a car with that blasted symbol was parked. The woman coming out of the car had a folder on her arms and was making their way to the door, the sound of her heels unheard because of the distance but each step marking the beat of Scott’s heart.

Child Protective Services.

The lump in his throat was making it almost impossible to breathe. They were going to take his brothers away, tearing apart his family and giving them away like some kind of sick fair prize.

The curse that left John’s mouth told the oldest Tracy that he knew what the symbol in the car meant, even if Virgil didn’t. After telling the dark-haired kid to go to Alan and Gordon’s room and stay there until he was summoned, he turned to his other brother and told him to go unmake their dad’s bed.

John didn’t question him, he was smart and knew that if that woman thought their father wasn’t home enough they would be in big trouble. Someone looking at their private mess of a life wasn’t ideal, but Tracys aren´t stupid, nor are they weak and the threat to their brothers and what could happen to them if they failed was enough to motivate the both of them into action.

Going to the kitchen, Scott mentally steeled himself for what was to come and waited the few seconds it took for the woman to reach their door. Making his way to open it, only one thought was going through his mind: ‘I’m not letting them take my brothers away’.

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Everything had been going just fine, the woman looked around the first floor and asked some questions that both Scott and John handled perfectly, using the excuse that their brothers were sleeping to explain their absence. Creating scenarios where their father had been present in the last five months was easy when they were memories already existent, only slightly altered; the CPS lady seemed to be buying it and was about to leave when it all went wrong.

After spinning tales and asking well hidden questions, the brothers found out that a neighbor had called to make sure they were all right, out of worry that their father was neglecting them. While it was true, the anger Scott felt was indescribable and he thanked God that John had spoken some bullshit story about the person responsible for the call only wanting fame for “saving” the kids from their “evil, rich father”, because he would have yelled his heart out and probably would have blown the interview if he so much as opened his mouth to breathe.

She said her goodbyes and that they probably wouldn’t have to hear from her again, a blessing that Scott was willing to take and forget the moment she crossed the threshold.

But then Alan, sweet, innocent and blissfully ignorant to all the bad in the world Alan, came running down the stairs asking for Scott and came to a full stop in front of him, holding his pijama clad arms up, demanding to be held. Never one to deny his baby brother anything, Scott complied and picked the blonde up, letting him rest on his hips and turning to slam the door on the CPS agent’s face to get her to leave.

That was, until she decided to smile at Alan and turning to look at Scott with a questioning glance before asking if she could ask Alan some questions. Without any other option, the brunette gave a forced smile and nodded turning to go back into the living room, thanking that Virgil had listened to him and stayed upstairs with Gordon.

Sitting down in the couch with John at his side and Alan on his lap, Scott waited for the woman to sit down only to have her phone ring and her excusing herself to the kitchen to talk. But she was talking loudly, and Scott could clearly hear her saying words like “only a kid”, “taking him away” and “the Johnsons”.

By the tension in his redheaded brother’s shoulders Scott figured he heard it too. The Johnson family lived three houses down from theirs and had always been way too interested in the lives of others instead of their own. If they had been the ones to call CPS and Alan got taken away, he would make sure they paid.

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In the end, Alan fell asleep after only a few questions and the woman left, repeating that there were no problems and that she wouldn’t bother them again. With his heart trying to beat out of his heart, Scott closed the door and hugged the sleeping Alan closer.

And when he saw the Johnsons standing in front of their house, he talked with John and planned. They would pay.

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Four days later the Johnson house burned down, a gas leak caused a fire, according to the firemen. No survivors.

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There were many times when others tried to hurt or take Alan from them.

That one psycho nanny that their dad had hired, who though she could get rough with Alan and they wouldn’t find out. She tripped on the street and fell in front of a bus a week after they found out, Virgil telling the police what he saw before going home with news for their father that they would need a new sitter.

A business partner of their father’s who came to eat dinner at their house and made Alan cry after calling him stupid and pushing him out of his way. He had a heart attack that night; apparently, he had an allergic reaction to the piece of pie he had eaten in his house after dinner, the rat poison that had been on their kitchen in their neighbor’s trashcan.

The old man who cat-called Alan on the street when he and Gordon were on the mainland, getting some supplies for the Island. He was mugged and stabbed in an ally three hours later.

CPS again, saying that a nineteen-year-old could not be Alan’s guardian after their dad’s death. Tracy Industries had the best lawyers money could buy and the CPS agent in charge of their case had a newfound habit of driving drunk, according to the police after the car crash.

Their father, who tried to send Alan to school on the mainland and keep him away from them and the protection they could give him. His plane had crashed on its way to a meeting on New York, no survivors found.

Many others had tried, no one ever succeeded.

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Sixteen-year-old Alan was lying in bed, shivering and covered in blankets despite the fever running through his body. His brothers by his side, doing different things to keep entertained but keeping him company.

John was sitting on the beanbag at the right side of the bed, typing away at his laptop, probably working on his new book. Virgil and Gordon were playing Go Fish on the floor in front of the bed, making as little noise as possible as to keep from disturbing their sick brother.

Scott was on his left side, sitting next to him on the bed and putting a wet towel on his forehead. Standing up, he went to fetch the medicine when a hand on his wrist stopped him in his tracks.

“Where are you going?” asked Alan, looking up at his brother with scared eyes. His heart clenching at the sight of his miserable brother, Scott sat back down and ran a hand through the blonde’s soaked hair. ”I’m just going to fetch your medicine Sprout”.

“But you’ll be back right?” asked the teenager, looking up hopefully at his brother. Scott gave a soft chuckle and smiled at his baby brother before stroking his hair again.

“Of course I’ll come back” he answered, voice soft and reassuring “We’ll never leave you alone Allie”.

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He was their baby, their mother’s last gift before dying.

Did the world really expect them to give him up?

#alan tracy #scott tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015

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anathewierdo · 3 years

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 33: Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 5078

Chapter summary: Things tend to change when the truth comes out; imagine how things change when all is out in the open. Dean and Y/N finally talk.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: I am SO EXCITED to see what y’all think of this chapter! :D This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Text dividers were made by the awesome @talesmaniac89

Next chapter will be posted on Saturday, December 19th

The next morning at Bobby’s House, Dean let out a groan as the sunlight hit his face. He opened his eyes and froze, trying to remember where he was. Looking around, his eyes fell on the notebook and everything came flooding back.

“Morning, sunshine,” a gruff voice called from the kitchen.

Dean got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen where Bobby was standing over the stove cooking.

“What time is it?” Dean mumbled.

“Almost time for the garage to open,” Bobby sighed. “So, did I answer your questions?”

“The fact that Y/N is from a line of people tracing back to Atlantis and Poseidon himself?” Dean asked. “If it wasn’t for her mark, I would have called us crazy.”

“Told you so,” Bobby huffed. “Idjit.”

“It’s a lot to take in,” Dean admitted. “But it hasn’t changed how I feel about her, Bobby.”

Bobby let out a hum, before pointing at the table for Dean to sit. “Yeah, knowing didn’t change it for me either.”

“But, you found out by accident. I found out by sneaking glances. You at least were able to confront her,” Dean sighed. “I just want her to feel safe. Even if it’s not with me, I want her safe.”

Bobby smiled sadly. “Yeah, I remember feeling the same.”

“You don’t feel the same now? I know that she’s missing but… don’t you still feel something?” Dean wondered.

“I was pretty much right where you are.” Bobby worded carefully. “She thought I’d react badly. Remember her layin’ me out on my ass when she came out of that lagoon in the cave and saw me waiting for her.”

“I’m sure Y/N would do the same if I did that,” Dean chuckled. “You look like you’re angry about something.”

“It’s not important,” He gruffed. “You already got enough going on.”

Dean raised his eyebrows in silent question, but decided in the end to just let it go. If Bobby really didn’t want to talk, then he wouldn’t talk and that was that.

“What do you think I should do?” Dean asked. “How do I show her I’m not giving up on her without making her mad?”

“Thames and I had to take it slow. Like, basically start from scratch slow.”

“So…” Dean sighed. “It’s like getting to know each other again. Did you join her in the water when you found out?”

“Not at first,” Bobby shrugged. “I’d ask if I could go, and eventually she trusted me enough to say yes. We sort of got into a routine eventually and well, you know what happened in the end.”

“She had to go,” Dean nodded. “It was like a knife just poking at your heart right? Not stabbing it, but just toying with it.”

“Yeah…” he sighed, “it doesn’t get better with time.” Bobby shook his head, taking himself out of memory lane, “And it’s time for you to open the garage. I’m here if you have more questions about mermaids. Good luck with Y/N.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Dean said, finishing the breakfast and heading towards the garage.

As he got close he realized he wanted to work alone. Looking around, he looked for a client whose car would take a long time to work on. Grabbing what looked like an order for a Mustang, he looked around and smiled.

“Going into the private shop with the Stang, the building better be on fire if you need me!” he shouted before walking to the locker to grab his coveralls.

“Alright!” Cas called back.

Dean was making his way to the private room after changing, when Benny pulled up in front of him.

“I don’t smell smoke and I don’t see a fire,” Dean sang as he looked at the chart in his hands.

“I was checking the paperwork for the Mustang,” Benny started. “Maybe you’d want to hear it.”

“I’m sure whatever it is can wait,” Dean said. “I’m working on the Stang and I don’t want to be disturbed. So unless it’s on fire, I don’t want to hear it.” Dean tried to get in when Benny blocked, “Benny, come on.”

“Brotha, I really think… you know what.” Benny held up his hands, “I’m sure you can squeeze a good amount of money out of this guy. The specs look familiar. I’m sure you’ll recognize it.” Benny stepped out of the way allowing Dean to go inside.

“Thank you,” Dean smiled. “After this, I need to find a way to get Y/N back. She broke up with me. I’m not breaking up with her. So she’s just going to have to tough it out,” Dean chuckled.

“That sounded wrong,” Benny pointed out.

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled. “I just meant I’m not giving up on her. I need her to know she can trust me. I’m not going to let her push me away for a misunderstanding.

“You’ll find a way, Dean,” Benny chuckled. "You tried to push her to talk, didn't you?"

"I--well," Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

“You know that the best way to get people to shut others out is by pushing them to talk.”

“Come on man,” Dean sighed. “I was just frustrated and hurt and… you know how I--” Dean licked his lips, “I’m not good at being gentle with words, okay.”

“But you have such soft hands,” Benny batted his eyes at him.

“Look, can I just work on the Stang now?” Dean mumbled.

“Before you go in there you have to know--”

“I know how to fix Mustangs, Benny,” Dean sighed. “I can take a look at her and get it done fast. Says here could be a full engine rebuild! You know I love those!”

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t try to stop you first,” Benny held up his hands and let Dean walk by.

As Dean finally walked away from Benny he opened the door to the private shop where the Mustang was waiting. He gave a low whistle at the pristine look it was in. She was red and shiney and looked good. But there was something familiar about it. Dean walked around it and froze, the license plate said Kansas. The numbers he knew by heart.

“Hello, Son.”

The voice sent a shiver down his spine. Closing his eyes, Dean tried to take a deep calming breath. Turning around, his eyes widened in surprise at how his father was dressed. There stood John Winchester, in blue jeans, a black shirt, and a red flannel. It was a look Dean had never seen his father in. His father had always worn suits everywhere he went.

“Get out,” Dean spat. “Get in the car and get out. There is nothing wrong with it because it was my car!”

“I needed to talk to you and this was the only way,” John said. “You wouldn’t answer my calls, you ignored me when I came to your door. You would rather cut me off and be with some, podunk small town girl--”

Dean punched John in the jaw, “Her name is Y/N and I won’t let anyone, even you, talk shit about her. You don’t know her and you never cared to know me!”

“You can build an engine in no less than three days,” John said as he rubbed his jaw. “You graduated top of your class in highschool and you graduated with honors both in undergrad and grad school.”

“And you wanted me confined to a desk!”

“I just wanted you to have the best,” John sighed. “You’re smart Dean. I’m proud of that. But I didn’t want you stuck under a car for the rest of your life.”

“Oh because being stuck in an office every day is so much better?” Dean questioned sarcastically. “This,”—he motioned around the garage— “was my dream. Always. I finally got it and I will not give it up for something you want.”

“I came to say I’m sorry,” John said. “I was screwed up and all I wanted was for you to be successful, that’s all. I went about it the wrong way and I should have let you stay on the plant floor. Or create a job for the office floor you would like. But I thought about expanding the family and--”

“That’s great, Dad. But sorry’s not gonna cut it. Not with this. Not with you trying to marry me off to Lisa Braden!” Dean growled. “How long after Cassie broke me did you make that Deal huh?”

John licked his lips and swallowed the lump in his throat, “I had gone to her father for the specks on the engine. He was ready to give it to me, on one condition…”

“Cool,” Dean muttered. “Well, I’m not signing anything, and you shouldn’t have signed anything! Sammy’s gonna go back to Kansas and help you. I’m done.”

“If you don’t sign they go after Adam. I don’t want you to sign, I don’t. I’m trying to find a way out of it. I have Mick’s contacts helping me get out of it.” John shook his head. “I called Adam and I told him to be ready. I’m going to go public with what happened.”

“What’d he say?”

“Said he was okay with it,” John walked to the mustang and knocked on the body. “His mom died, cancer finally took her. So I offered him a spot at the main plant. He’s going to take Benny’s old job,” he said.

Dean nodded in consideration. Adam wasn’t as good as Benny (no one is), but after a while he’d get the hang of it. He looked at his dad who seemed defeated, but he had so much anger in him.

“If that’s all you have to say you can go,” Dean huffed. “You were right about me anyway. Couldn’t satisfy Cassie so she cheated on me.” Dean ran his fingers along the Mustangs body, “Y/N probably figured it out too. Figured I’m not good enough for her,” He closed his eyes , ‘or her secret’ he thought.

“Son, I’m not right,” John shook his head in shame. “I said a lot of shitty things out of anger. And I know that sorry isn’t going to cut it.”

“So? That doesn’t change the fact that you said it. And who knows?” he shrugged. “Maybe I am a screw up after all.”

“You are far from a screw up,” John huffed. “I’m the screw up. I had these big dreams for you. I came from nothing son, I clawed my way up,” John ran a hand across his face. “I never thought I was good enough for your mother, you know.”

“Oh, look at that,” Dean commented. “We do have something in common after all.”

“Son,” John kept his distance and sighed. “I messed up. I didn’t want you to struggle the way I did or have to prove yourself. I was a… blue collar guy who worked his way up, and fell in love with your mom, almost screwed it up and…” John ran a hand across his face. “I’ll go. And for what it’s worth, the way you defended Y/N, that’s her name right?” He didn't wait for confirmation, “Just shows you really love her and she’d be crazy not to love you the same way.”

John turned around and began to walk out of the room, he had hoped Dean would open up more talk to him; but he knew it was a long shot. He had done everything to push his eldest son away. The son he was proud of when he held him in his arms as a baby.

Dean sighed and let out a small groan. “Dad, maybe one day we can talk and try to fix this… But not now. Tell mom I said hi. And good luck with Lucifer.” Dean was exhausted, and he didn’t have any fight left in him to argue anymore.

“Nick is not going to know what hit him,” John grumbled. “But he isn’t getting the company.” John took one look at Dean, “Your garage is great son. Good service, great care. And I love the private space. Thinking of making an engine in here?”

“Dad,” Dean sighed. “Just go please,” Dean tossed him the keys to the Mustang and walked out of the room. “You know,” he turned to Benny, “you could have tried harder to warn me?!”

“Well I didn’t smell smoke and I didn’t see a fire,” his friend sang back. “I did try to warn you, Deano.”

Grabbing one of the dirty rags, Dean threw it at Benny hitting him square in the face.

“Yeah yeah,” Dean shook his head. “Going to be in the office until he leaves. I have a few plans to work on.”

“Got it. Good luck on your scheming, Romeo.”

Dean flipped Benny off and closed his office door.

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Y/N paced in front of the entrance to the garage. She bit her lip as she held on tightly to the bag holding Dean’s burger. Every time she tried to open the door, she pulled back and shook her head. Could she really do it? Could she really tell him? She told him it was over. What if that Lisa woman was with him now? She let out a frustrated cry and bit at her thumb in thought.

“You know, Cher, things would be better if you just went inside.”

“Benny!” Y/N gave a slight jump, “You scared me.”

“Didn’t mean to, Cher,” he apologized. “I thought you broke up with Dean?”

“I--” Y/N closed her eyes, “I was scared about telling him something important,” she admitted. “Where I’m from we have certain things we can’t divulge but--” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “I want to show him. If we are not meant to be I want him to know where I come from and who the real Y/N is.” She looked down at the bag with his favorite burger inside, ready to hand it to Benny.

For a second, Y/N was sure Benny was going to tell her to not go in and see Dean. The human was staring at her like she was gonna try to kill someone and he knew it. She pleaded once more, trying to explain why it was important to see him, but Benny’s expression remained the same.

A second went by. Then five. Then ten.

“He’s been in his office all day. Blinds are drawn. Knock until he opens the door.”

Y/N was sure she’d heard him wrong, “What?”

“Go on, Cher,” Benny opened the door for her. “I’m sure whatever you have to tell him, he can handle it. Besides, you came all this way, right? Worst thing he could do is tell you no.”

Y/N nodded and made her way inside. She sent Andrea a soft smile before heading to Dean’s office. True to the man’s word, the blinds were all closed. Biting her lip, she lifted her fist and knocked.

“Guys, I told you I’m busy!” Dean called from inside.

Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. She lifted her fist and knocked again, hoping it would get Dean to open the door. When the same answer came, she did it again.

Footsteps sounded from the other side of the door. And Dean certainly sounded annoyed. “Dammit, this better be important.”

The door was practically thrown open, and the agressive ‘what’ that Dean was grunting as a greeting died the second his eyes landed on hers.

“I brought you your favorite.” She held out the bag and cleared her throat, “I was hoping we could talk, in private.” She took in a deep breath, “But you sounded busy and I’m sorry I bothered you, I should go.” She was about to turn around when he took hold of her shoulder to stop her.

“Come in, sweetheart,” Dean whispered as he ushered her inside and closed the door behind them.

Y/N was still holding on to the diner bag as she walked inside. She placed it gently on his desk before realizing it was a bad idea to come. Turning around she let her head hang in shame.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t be here. You already hate me and I hate me and I--”

“No, no, no,” Dean interrupted. “Not at all. I’m just… I’m just surprised. I thought you wouldn’t wanna see me after yesterday.”

“I want to tell you my secret,” she blurted out. “But not here. And not now. Sunset in the cave by the beach,” she let out in one breath.

“Y/N. Uhm… Princess Y/N,” Dean mumbled. “I… Are you doing this because you want to or because you have to?”

“Both,” she said. “I want to. I want you to know all of me. And I have to because if I don’t I’ll never really know if you will accept all of me.”

“There is nothing in this world that could make me love you less. I promise you.”

“So then you’ll meet me in the cave at sunset?” she asked shyly. Too scared to reach for him, scared to break him.

“I’ll be there,” he assured.

“I should go,” she cleared her throat. “I added a slice of today’s apple pie.” She walked past him towards the door, “Liara is doing much better. If you still want to meet her, I’m sure she won’t object.”

Dean smiled, still not quite able to believe what she was saying nor what was happening, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ll see you at sunset,” she affirmed quietly as she walked to the door. She wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him, but it was too soon, she had to be sure.

Walking out of the office she sighed in relief and left the garage. The rest of her day was a blur. Between taking orders and making sure she didn’t forget anything, she wondered if Thames had talked to Thasman. Between her impending meeting with Dean and wondering about her friend, who was really her cousin, after finding out the truth, she could feel her chest tighten.

“Y/N?” Ellen’s voice broke her thoughts, “You okay, Suga?”

“I’m gonna tell him, Ellen,” she confessed.

“Tell who, what?” Ellen was busy making another pot of coffee.

Y/N shrugged, “Everything. Where I come from, who I am… For real this time.”

“You’re going to tell HIM about everything?” Ellen asked, not wanting anyone to be nosy about their conversation. Looking around, she dragged Y/N to her office and closed the door behind them, “How are you going to tell Dean?”

“I told him to meet me in the cave at sunset,” Y/N sighed. “Am I doing the right thing? I want him to know I do. But what if he hates me? What if he decides to take me to a research center thing, what if--”

Ellen stepped in and grabbed her shoulders, squeezing gently to stop Y/N’s flood of words,“Slow down there, girl. No need to make yourself even more scared than you already are,” she tried to smile. “Would it make you feel better if someone, anyone, was close by just in case?”

“I guess so,” Y/N nodded. “Would you be okay being there?”

Ellen simply nodded and looked at the time, “Better clock out then, don’t want to be late for your date,” she gave Y/N a wink.

With Ellen there with her, Y/N felt slightly better as she paced along the caves lagoon shore. She kept looking at the cave entrance and biting her lip. Maybe he changed his mind? Maybe he decided she wasn’t worth it? She was beginning to think that Dean had changed his mind. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed. He changed his mind, she was sure of it. She was about to tell Ellen they should head back when a figure approached the mouth of the cave.

“Heya, Y/N,” Dean waved awkwardly, walking into the cave and giving her what she could only describe as a nervous smile.

“Hi,” she bit her lip almost shyly. “I um… what I have to show you is…” she couldn’t find the right words, “I-- I’m a mermaid,” she belted out quickly.

Of all the reactions she expected, a tilt of his head and a squeaky “What?” was not what she thought she’d see.

Y/N took a deep breath and held it in for a moment, letting the words tumble out when she exhaled, “I’m a mermaid.”

“Y/N, if you wanted to really break up with me, telling me you’re a mythical creature is not the best way,” Dean had to bite the inside of his cheek for that one. He had to make it believable that he didn’t know anything.

“Dean, I am not lying,” Y/N sighed. She looked at Ellen and then behind her at the water.

Getting rid of her human clothes she closed her eyes and made her way deep enough into the water before she dove in. Her scales adorned her as she swam deep trying to get enough space to make a jump. Once she was sure, she moved as fast as she could towards the surface. When she felt the surface of the water she used the momentum thrusting into a backflip. Dean’s jaw dropping at the sight. The water splashed towards him, soaking his shirt. She was doing a backflip, her purple tail in all its glory.

As she went back to the surface, her nerves started to show up once more. When she broke out of the water, Dean was standing a few feet away from the edge, body frozen and eyes wide as he stared ahead in her general direction, “Whoa,” he breathed.

Y/N sighed as she placed her head on her arms, leaning on the edge of the lagoon, her tail still in the water as she lifted it and gently brought it down. She couldn’t read the expression on his face. The next thing she knew, Dean had taken off his clothing, except for his boxers, and took a few steps back before running towards the lagoon and jumping in. Y/N’s eyes froze at the spot he dove in, wondering what he was going to do.

She swam away from where she assumed Dean would surface, waiting for him to appear. She was scared that he had hurt himself and made herself ready to dive in after him; her breath catching in her throat as she watched him finally resurface.

Dean let out a soft chuckle, “Sorry, Sweetheart.” He smiled at her, “Not sure how to do a backflip.”

Y/N stared at him, mouth hung open in surprise at such a calm reaction, “Is that– Is that all you’re going to say to that?”

“Did you want me to say something different?” Dean said as he moved his arms and legs to stay above the water's surface.

“Dean I have– my legs are gone. I really am a mermaid.”

“I can see that,” Dean shrugged. “I met you before all this. What made you think I wouldn’t love you because of it? You’re still Y/N. You’re still a Princess.”

Realization hit her hard then.

“You knew,” she breathed. “You knew and you didn’t tell me– Shells, I couldn’t tell that you knew. Shit, Dean!”

“I wanted you to trust me enough to tell me,” Dean sighed. “I found out the day you guys were dragging Thasman to the cave. I almost went in to drag him to the hospital.”

Her surprised expression was replaced by a frown as she began to swim further away from him, “Who else knows?”

Dean stayed in his spot, not wanting to anger her anymore than what she was, “Just me, I swear. And Bobby I guess, but you knew Bobby knew.” Closing his eyes, he sighed, “If you want me to go I can. I promise I won’t tell, Y/N. I don’t ever want you to get hurt.” He could see the anger in her eyes when he looked at her. With a heavy sigh, he began to swim towards the small shore of the cave.

“How can I be sure? Just yesterday you were trying to coax me into telling you everything and I– I get that. But you also said you had been lying about who you were,” Y/N called, effectively stopping him midway to the edge. “So who are you again?”

“Winchester,” Dean said. “My last name is Winchester. My family is actually a rich family that owns a car company. Winchester Autos.”

“You’re Dean Winchester?!” Ellen called from the shore. “My lord in heaven. You’re more loaded than a rifle!” Ellen exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “But I like to work for my money. I hate trust fund people. I went to college with them.” He licked his lips, “Cas and Benny are my only real friends I brought on who I helped move up because they never knew me as a rich guy.”

“So you have money… I don’t think I need to tell you I have no idea who your family is or that I don’t understand exactly what you do.”

“We make the best cars in the country,” Dean tried to explain. “My grandfather started the company from an auto shop, just like I’m doing. Everything I told you is true, just not my real last name.” Dean shook his head as he swam closer to the shore, “I’m sorry. I’ll go. I just wanted you to trust me enough to tell me. I just thought I wasn’t good enough and I ruined it.”

This time, Y/N swam quickly to stop him. So quick that Dean had barely had a chance to swim another foot.

She appeared in front of him, effectively blocking his way, “no,” she shook her head. “You don’t get to do that. Not when yesterday you told me you were not giving up on us. We are going to stay here and talk like we were supposed to do before we got into this mess.”

“Talk about what?” Dean asked. “The fact that I still love you? The fact that I don’t care that you’re a mermaid because I have dreamt of you since I put on this pendant?” He touched the pendant around his neck, “Or how about the fact that I am so in love with you that being away hurts. It hurts my hhu-hng so much that I don’t ever want to lose you, Y/N.”

“I didn’t want you to find out on your own,” Y/N explained. “I didn’t want you to think I was something bad. I wanted to tell you for myself when I was ready. And I love you so much too.”

Dean moved his hand to caress her cheek, but pulled back quickly. He wasn’t sure if she wanted him to touch her.

“I didn’t mean to find out the way I did. You know I would have waited. I knew and I didn’t tell you right away. I wanted you to tell me, I really did and I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

“You have my pendant,” she pointed out softly.

“It’s yours?” Dean questioned as he looked down at it, “Bobby said Thames mentioned it when she was here.”

“Oh Poseidon, Thames! I need to talk to her. I need to talk to you. Wait, do you have any questions you want to ask me?”

“A few,” he confirmed. “Like how are you going to talk to your lost aunt?”

Y/N gave him a soft peck on the lips as she guided him to the edge of the salty lagoon, pushing him to get out, “I’ll answer all of them as best as I can. I have questions for you too.”

“Sounds fair to me.”

As they got out of the water Dean watched as the scales on her tail began to vanish giving way to her legs. Grabbing her clothes, he helped dry her off as best he could and helped her get dressed. Dean smiled to himself, he was back with her. He looked up at her and his heart pounded in his chest. Once he got himself dressed he began walking out of the cave.

“Wait,” she called out, making him stop.

Dean turned around, a puzzled look on his face as he walked back to her, “What is it, Sweetheart?”

His mermaid extended a hand to him with a small smile on her face, looking at him bashfully, “Hi,” she began. “My name is Y/N. I’m the daughter of King Nereus of the Kingdom of Sindarta. Yes, it is the name of the kingdom, we didn’t lie about that. Which also makes me a Princess. I love pastries, all kinds of animals, and my NASA teddy bear. I’m also a mermaid. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Dean gave a huge stupid smile at her introduction as he reached out with his own hand to shake hers, “Heya there, Y/N. My name is Dean Winchester. I’m the son of John and Mary Winchester. I own my own garage. I love sunsets and long walks on the beach. I’m human. I also think I’m head over heels in love with you, Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you too.”

Y/N’s eyes shone bright right back at him, her smile so big and genuine he was pretty sure he’d do whatever was necessary to watch her smile like that more. He could never get tired of that smile. She pulled on his hand, a small shock running from her to him as their hands ended up crushed between them as she kissed him deeply.

“I think I’m head over heels in love with you too, De.”

“Now that was a disney worthy moment,” Ellen’s voice called from where she was sitting, making the couple jump in surprise.

“I forgot you were there, Ellen,” Dean chuckled nervously. “That was kind of creepy if you asked me.”

“Someone had to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid,” Ellen grumbled as she got off the rock she was sitting on and brushed the sand off her hands. “What do you say we head to my place and I make us some Lasagna?”

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