#...gonna hide this in the tags for the observant folks but uh

[lookinghalfacorpse]

in the wild all lessons last - au/bonus????

@chrysalizzm ​got me thinking about the butterfly chat headcanon and “in the wild all lessons last” happening in the same verse with this awesome drabble they wrote and honestly the imagery was impeccable.  so here’s more of that.  

takes place very early on in the itwall story.

read the full fic here , info and trigger warnings here

The steam rising from the soup bowl seemed especially thick in the chill cabin air.  It was a bitter cold night, and Philza was starting to wish he put on a pair of socks underneath the slippers he slid himself into earlier.  At least the soup offered some warmth– he held it carefully in one hand while the other turned the doorknob to the guest room.

Dream had only been with them for three nights.  Full meals still upset his stomach, so Phil was careful to make sure that he had a number of smaller meals throughout his day.  No more than five hours passed without some kind of food, which unfortunately meant waking him in the night.  Phil might not be so strict about it if the boy wasn’t so thin; he heard of strong-willed men dropping dead from the effects of starvation long after they were eating normally, and he wasn’t willing to take any risks.  Plus, eating and then heading right back to sleep afterwards should be a good way to put weight back on.  

So, mindful of the noises he made as he shuffled around, Phil entered the darkness of Dream’s room and lit some candles.  

Orange light blossomed around the space.  Dream was sound asleep in the center of his bed, his head lolled gently to the side and his features relaxed.  His hands, free of the trembling that infected his waking hours, rested atop Em as she lay on his chest.  

Phil nearly jumped when he saw the fluttering.

A blue butterfly rested on the wall directly above Dream’s head, its wings flapping slightly and catching the candlelight.  Another was on Em’s paw, its legs shifting through her fur.  Phil approached slowly as he placed the soup bowl on the nightstand, careful not to startle one that was perched there.  Thankfully, it was calm and still.  Phil wondered, for a moment, if they remembered him– Dream’s chat was an alluring and stealthy ally in past battles, and Phil enjoyed talking with them and trying to interpret their unique body language.

What he interpreted now was a message of overall calm, and maybe even relief.  He had no clue how these delicate little insects made their way to the cottage on such a cold night, but it might’ve been quite the journey.

Phil lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress.  Dream offered no response– he was deep in sleep and completely still.  Free of nightmares, hopefully.  Phil offered a finger to a butterfly on the wall, and it crawled onto him.  Its little feet tickled his skin as it traveled around, investigating his pointer, and then his middle finger.  

“Dream,” Phil said quietly.  He hasn’t quite mastered the art of waking Dream without scaring him, so he tried to speak as gently as possible.  “I brought soup for you.  And you have company.”

Again, no response.  Nothing besides the same soft, steady breathing as before.  The candlelight illuminated many of Dream’s most lovely features– his eyelashes seemed gold-dipped– but it also highlighted the ridges of his scars and the hollows of his cheeks.  No child should be so thin.  Still worried about startling him, Phil gingerly ran his fingertips across Dream’s cheekbones and then all the way down to his jaw.  “Dream,” he said again, a little louder, “Look who came to see you.”

Dream’s breath halted and then sighed, his shoulders tightening for a moment.  When his eyes finally opened, he briefly made eye contact with Philza and flinched, gasping.

“You’re alright, mate, it’s just me.”  He redirected the hand he had on Dream’s face to the boy’s shoulder.  “Well, I guess it’s not just me.  Look, mate.”

Dream’s eyes fell to the butterfly that was grasping Phil’s fingers.  He seemed awake in an instant, his expression bursting with energy as he scrambled into a sitting position, crumbling his pillow behind him. “Wha– How?!” 

“I’m not sure, honestly.  They were here when I walked in.” Phil replied, “It’s a bit cold for them to be traveling, isn’t it?”

The butterflies gathered around them, landing in Dream’s hair and atop Philza’s shoulders.  There were only about 10 of them, but that alone was vastly more than Phil would expect to make it through such a great distance on a winter’s night.  Seeing them flock around Dream was a bit of a relief, though– he looked more like the young man he once knew, who had hundreds of them at his beck and call.

“It is,” Dream agreed.  He lifted a hand and a butterfly landed obediently on his fingertips.  He watched it, his eyes alight and shining with tears.

“Hm.  Well, to make it so far, they must be stubborn little creatures.  Much like yourself.”

(Phil was right.  Dream had no less bullheadedness in the face of the cold– he ran into the forest with all the strength he could gather after spending so much energy dodging Sapnap’s blows, and his butterflies followed close behind him.  They landed on his back, on his arms, on Em’s shoulders as she ran alongside him.  And when he collapsed, they gathered there, intermixing with the snowflakes and looking so ethereal and surreal as his vision faded.)

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - XOXO, Gossip Girl

[ DS ]

“Man, I thought our staff meeting was never going to end, I was boored out of my mind while Principal Skinner droned oon and oooon about the importance of having the kid’s desks and chairs at the perfect heights!” Sarah pours herself another glass and passes the bottle to Holly, who agrees wholeheartedly.

“I know, how long can a freaking staff meeting take, everyone’s life flashed before my eyes, I thought I was gonna die in that meeting!” I grab the bottle from Holly and refill my glass.

“Yeah, when he started going over the fire hazards, that haven’t changed in the four year’s we’ve been teaching there, mind you, I was about ready to strangle him with my lanyard!”

“It wasn’t that bad guys, you’re being dramatic. I think he made some interesting points in his speech about classroom safety – seems like you’re going to need it with yours, S!” Alex, always the voice of reason, hands out seconds of our clam chowder.

“I know”, Sarah replies, “The first year’s always a clumsy bunch. On Wednesday one of mine, Felix, he managed to skin both his knees and his hands pretty badly. Poor kid, had to be picked up by his dad!”. Suddenly, the bowl of soup in front of me seems like the most interesting thing in the world and I push bits of clam around with my spoon quietly.

Sarah continues with her story: “He’s a cute kid though, very bright and I can tell he’s good with observing other people, judging their emotions, you know? And get this, I get such a kick out of this: His name’s Felix, yeah? and his dad’s name is Fox. Fox and Felix, how cute is that? I love it! And hoo boy, his dad is. A fox, I mean. He’s devastatingly handsome and so charming!”

Holly whistles through her teeth. “Oooh an interesting turn of events, so much better than complaining about the staff meeting!” At the mention of Felix’s dad, a blush creeps onto my cheeks and I continue to silently stare into my soup. Sarah’s right, of course, and my arm tingles again as I remember the encounter. The elephant on my chest is making an encore performance as well.

“You do realize that that’s a pretty inappropriate topic of conversation we’re having, right?”. Alex gives Sarah and Holly her patented raised-eyebrows, no-nonsense look, which makes Holly giggle.

“Great job at sucking out the fun of a conversation, Alexandra!” Meanwhile, I’m tracing figure-eight swirls into my chowder with my spoon, still not contributing to the conversation, praying to God they won’t notice.

“Of course, he’s off-limits to me as one of my student’s dad but I’m sure he’ll be a hit with the moms, single or not.” Holly goes along with her around a spoonful of soup.

“That’s for sure, I’d be surprised if they haven’t roped him into helping out with every. single. function they have planned this year!” Grinning, she turns her attention to me. “Hey Silent Bob, you’ve been awfully quiet over there, what gives?”

‘Oh shit.’

“You’ve met him D, when he came to pick up his son, haven’t you? Back me up over here!”

“Uh huh…yea…” I mumble into my soup, trying my hardest to hide my flaming cheeks.

Holly frowns at me, cocking her head to her side. Sarah shoots the others a confused look. I swallow thickly around a clam, my throat so tight I can feel it pass all the way down to my stomach.

Alex covers my clammy hand with hers. “Are you alright, D?” I can’t even recognize my own voice when I squeak out a high-pitched “Ya, sure…” and a nervous laugh escapes my lips. I feel pathetic.

Sarah’s eyes widen and she gasps, realization dawning: “YOU LIKE HIM!” I want to dig myself a hole right then and there and crawl into it to die. Damn my Irish complexion for betraying me in a moment of need.

I raise my eyes from my soup and look around at their faces. Sarah’s still in shock and stares at me, Holly is wearing an huge grin of unadulterated glee and Alex just looks at me over her glass with a thoughtful expression on her face, waiting for me to continue. “Yeah, maybe I do…” I sigh miserably and shrug my shoulders, swirling the wine around in my glass.

Holly claps her hands together excitedly, startling the rest of us. “Oh Lordy this is gooood stuff, a budding romance graces the sorrow halls of Plymouth Elementary!”. I frown at her exuberance and Sarah wakes from her stupor.

“I know right? Finally, someone to charm that little rainbow skirt right off of D and I think he’d be the perfect candidate to do just that! His little mini-me is already permanently attached to your side at recess, I saw!” The mention of Felix makes me slide down in my chair just a little bit more and I look down into my bowl, embarrassed.

Alex sets down her glass slowly. “Why the long face, D?”

“Well… you do know that this child must have a mother around, as well, don’t you?” I whisper into my spoonful of soup.

Alex nods solemnly but Sarah pipes up immediately: “I think I can help with that. I only ever saw his dad pick him up, except for today, when his mother did. So like the Curious George that I am, I went to admin and looked at his file – I know, I know, I’m too nosey for my own good – his dad is listed as a sole custodial parent.” She looks pleased with herself. A little glimmer of hope settles in the pit of my stomach at her words, he’s a single parent!

“Still, from what I hear from S, the little guy is already pretty attached to you and he’d be caught right in the line of fire when things go south. He’s already been through a divorce, girls.” At Alex’s words, the little glimmer dies an untimely death.

“A, nothing has started yet and you’re already talking about things going south, you’re ruining all the romance!”

As always, Sarah agrees with Holly. “You’re always so unromantic, Alexandra, let her live a little, she deserves whatever it is that’s about to start!”

They’re trying to get a raise out of Alex, but I’m willing to bet that she won’t budge on this. “It’s not about that and you know it. I wish D all the happiness in the world but there’s a kid here, a kid who’s already been through so much and more importantly, who is already somewhat attached. Think about him for a second before you start up anything.” Before the others can start their counter-argument, I interject.

“Guys! Stop! She’s right! Nothing is ever going to start. Besides Felix, you know how small our town is! People talk. And that talk might very well cost me my reputation andmy job!” It’s a pretty lame excuse, but I can’t tell them that I’m completely overwhelmed by my feelings and the whole situation. Overwhelmed and terrified.

Sarah refills our glasses with the rest of the wine. “Are you kidding me, D? You finally stumble across a guy you like and you’re going to pine for him from afar because you’re afraid the town folk are going to dust off the torches and pitchforks?”

I shift in my seat, uncomfortable. “Can we talk about something else? Please?”

“Que será, será, chicas.,” Holly sings under her breath.

Whatever will be, will be.

[always-against-the-grain]

the hangover

Summary: Negan punishes you for being hungover during a run.

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader, rough smut

You lay flat on your stomach, one arm and leg hanging off the edge of the bed. In your slumber you could vaguely feel your symptoms of a migraine, dizziness, and nausea creeping up - they were instantly catalyzed by the sound of your alarm. You instinctively hit the snooze button and lifted your head to read the time:

5:00am

“fuckkkkk,” you groaned to yourself bringing your pillow over your head.

You told yourself you had to get up, you could not miss an assignment. Negan would have your ass, and not the way you would like him too.

You mustered your energy and literally rolled yourself onto your feet. You stumbled through your room, sporadically dressing. The fast movements amplified your symptoms, you occasionally had to stand still with a fist over your mouth to control your urge to puke. Your insane headache didn’t help either, it felt like someone stuffed cotton into your skull through your nostrils.

You’ve always had poor impulse control. Saying yes to another drink, another line or bump, yes to a stranger at the club. And last night yes to tequila with the rugby folks.

The semi and two other trucks were set to take off at 5:30. You were on track to be out there early but your bathroom break took longer than usual considering you urinated for what could have been 2 minutes,  took extra time to pep talk yourself and debated with your stomach over the sink. Which led to you getting (in your opinion) the worst seat in the house. The semi, sandwiched between the driver and Negan. 

_______

“Well good morning doll!” He said trough the rolled down window.

Jesus fucking christ wanna lower voice, you thought to yourself

“Good morning” you responded, your voice cracking as you scooted making more room for him.

Negan opened the door, got in, and you braced yourself.

Slam

Oh fuck, you felt like you skull was gonna burst with the pressure.

Negan observed you, noticing the subtle eye-roll under the skin of your eyelids, and your deep swallow - again holding down whatever you last drink and meal was. He knew.

The beginning of the ride was fine but after a half hour, your nausea was exacerbated. You tried to counteract the effects by taking deep breaths and small sips of water. Luckily you didn’t blow chunks in Negan.

The group scavenged some homes, and stores in a nearby plaza. Your last location was a pharmacy. You didn’t believe in god but at that moment there was a fraction of a possibility for you. Your first thought was to get your hands on some aspirin and some not-so-expired Gatorade. But first the job - supplies. You all cleared the place and began loading non-perishables and first aid items into your bags.

Negan walked down the hygiene aisle towards you.

“This is for you, Eddie.” His long arm stretched out to hand you a small white bottle.

You turned it around to read the label: 800mg ibuprofen

You played dumb, “what’s this for?”

“Com’n doll, I know a hungover kid when I see one”

You smiled down at the bottle in disbelief, “Guess I didn��t hide it very well”

“You most certainly did not,” he teased, “I mean, you were boring as shit on the way up, kept drinking water - probably cause you didn’t wanna throw up, and you’ve had that same sheen of sweat on your face all day.”

“Plus” you leaned down towards your ear, you got a whiff of his cologne and felt the heat of his breath on your neck, “you’re a walking distillery.”

You looked up at him confused, you’re brain not having the best cognitive function at the moment to breakdown his metaphor.

“You reek of alcohol, hon”

“Shit, really?”

“Oh yeah, shits oozing outta you!”

“Fuck, alright, thanks for these,” you said gesturing at the bottle.

“No problem doll,” he walked behind you, putting a light hand on your hip, and whispered in your other ear,  “Oh, and we’ll discuss this event further”

What the fuck does that mean?

The ride back was much better. You were tired and almost caught yourself falling asleep on Negan’s shoulder. 

When you arrived the other group was already in the garage ready to unload. Negan stepped out of the semi and held the door open as you followed. You took three steps before Negan hooked his hand under your arm pulling you back. He turned you around.

“Listen, as cute as I found your little attempt to hide your hangover, you could’ve seriously compromised the run. And I can’t let that go unpunished.”

Those words, his voice, instantly turning you on. You wanted to rub one out right there in front of him.

“So eat, get cleaned up, whatever but meet me in my room immediately after”

You nodded in understanding, he released you with a slight push. _______

You made your way through the hallways, nervous and a little scared but mostly hoping it’d end up like last time.

You knocked on Negan’s door.

“Come in!”

You opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

“Have a seat doll” he gestured with his pen toward the couch across the coffee table from where he was sitting.

Negan was on a long coach, ankle on his knee, jotting things down in a notebook, probably taking inventory from today. He was wearing a cotton white tee and his usual black pants.

You sat down. Waiting for him to say something. But there was nothing.

“So, you wanted to talk?” You broke the silence.

“Damn straight I do.” He said not looking up from his notes. “What you pulled today, was unacceptable, so we’re gonna come up with an appropriate sanction. And I’ll let you make the first offer” he finished his final markings and drew his eyes to you.

“I am personally am not a fan of consequences so I couldn’t tell you”

“Com’n, you’re smart, well, most of the time, what do you think I should do with you?”

There was another streak of quiet.

“Well I’m thinking you can have 2 weeks of fence duty, or considering our history, we can come up with a private punishment that serves both parties” he suggested. “I think you’ll enjoy the latter, but no pressure doll, it’s your choice. I won’t force anything on ya, just thought we’d have a little fun.”

“Like a sexual punishment?” You wanted clarification

“That’s a safe assumption to make, Eddie” he laughed, knowing you weren’t so innocent but still managed to ask the question.  

“Well, I don’t want fence duty cause it’s been hotter than the devil's dick lately.”

Negan laughed, “you got some colorful language there doll”

“So what do you have in mind?” You asked, adjusting yourself in your seat, stuffing your foot under your knee.

He set his notepad off to the side and rubbed the stubble on his chin, “What are you into?”

“Well, I, uh, never -“

“You haven’t had this sort of sexual experience have you?” He tried to put the pieces together

“...um, no,” you said shyly

“Oh okay. I want you to know that with me, you just gotta let me know what you like and what you don’t and I’ll adjust. You know I don’t disappoint. So, Is there anything you want to try?”

“Well, you’ve probably noticed, I like being roughed up, manhandled if you will. So...”

“Have you ever tried spanking?”

“I mean it’s happened a during sex, hell you did it last week, but not as an isolated thing”

“How do feel about me bending you over my bed and giving you your punishment?”

You looked over to his bed, and back at him, “yeah, I’m open to that”

Negan pushed off his knees and stood up. You looked up at him from your seat, his predatory eyes making your core tingle. You got up to meet him.

He began attacking your neck, sucking hard at your skin here and there, drawing out moans from you. His hands wandered at your back, made their way under the crewneck sweater you were wearing.

“No bra?”

“Thought I’d make this go quicker”

“Is your mind always in the dirty gutter?”

“Not as much as yours” you whispered in half moans

His hands made their way to your chest, pinching your erect buds.

“Fuck” you groaned

He pulled the hoodie off, revealing your upper half. His hands hooked under both sides of your jaw and began kissing your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

Both of you staggered towards the bed.

“Bend over. Hands behind your back”

You did as you were told. You heard the clicking of his belt. You were worried he was gonna use that on you. You turned her head back, trying to get a better look.

“Relax doll, this is for something else.”

He grabbed your wrists and wrapped his belt around them. He then slipped your loose fitting running shorts down mid-thigh, eyes locking with your womanhood.

“Do I turn you on this much doll?” He asked, taking a thumb and spreading your juices around, swirling it around your clit.

You wiggled your hips trying to get more friction. 

Negan removed his finger, “not yet”

“So you want 10 hard ones or 20 moderate ones? Before I fuck into next week” he asked and he roughly caressed your buttocks.

“10”

“Alright. I want you to count them out, you miss one doll and we’re starting from the top”

“Yes, sir”

Negan groaned at your words, squeezing your cheeks one last time. There was a pause before you felt the first one.

Smack

Ah fuck

“One” you moaned, eyes glued shut. It hurt but you were oddly into it.  

Smack

“Two”

Smack

“T-three” you began breathing heavy

Smack

It took a little longer to answer

“Four,” you said softer

“What was that sweetheart?” He asked menacingly

You didn’t answer, you knew he heard you and you hated repeating yourself, the situation didn’t change that.

“You know the rules. You don’t answer we start over” He reminded you

“You won’t” you challenged him

His clothed body leaned over you, feeling his semi-hard bulge over your ass. He tangled his hand in your hair and pulled your head back.

“From the top” he ordered and carelessly let you head fall

Smack

“One” your voice at a slightly higher pitch

Smack

“Two”

Smack

“Three”

Smack. That one a little extra hard on the next one, your wrists wrestling against the belt around them.

“Four,” you said it clearly this time.

After he got to the fourth one for the second time he gave he gently rubbed his markings, giving you some relief, and switched cheeks.

Smack

“Five” you gritted through your teeth

“Halfway there doll. And damn baby, you are soaking” he brought his fingers to your center again, feeling your slickness. He brought two fingers inside you and you bit down on the sheets hoping he’d give you release.

You slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb playing with your bundle. When he felt your walls quiver he pulled them out, causeing a frustrated sigh to exit you.

“Patience, doll”

Fuck you

Without warning, he brought the next blow

“Agh! - Six!”

“You alright doll?” He wanted to make sure you were okay with everything.

You nodded, your cheek rubbing against his sheets.

Smack

“S-Seven”

Smack

Smack

“Eight! Nine!”

You were heaving, your face buried into the mattress, your torso rising and sinking, your back glistening with sweat.

He stepped back and pulled your shorts all the way down through your ankles. He roughly spread your legs out more.

The next blow went where you didn’t expect it to.

Smack right on your center

You moaned loudly and he entered you in one swift motion, you didn’t have time to fully register the sting or count it. He grabbed onto the belt, bringing your upper body slightly off the mattress. He jackhammered into you. Wet, slapping sounds filling the room.

He felt you getting close, your center squeezing his member tighter and your moans getting louder. He let his grip on the belt relax and you flopped back onto the mattress.

He shimmed his hand to your front, causing his body to press against you tightly. His penetration was slower, but he took his time to go extra deep, while his fingers worked your clit.

“I’m close” you barely got out.

He kept himself buried deep, his girth keeping you stretched out, he focused on stimulation.

“Com’n, Eddie, come for me” he practically ordered.

God his fingers

You tensed up and immediately came undone. Sighing in relief.

“There she is” Negan praised

Negan pulled out of you. And began caressing your vulva. You jolted forward at the oversensitivity.  

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet” he gripped your hips and pulled you back into place.

He utilized your secretions and brought his fingers to your puckered hole. Spreading your juices around it.

“This okay doll?”

Fuck it

“Yes da-, yes sir”

“Daddy huh? You can call me that, dirty girl”

His fingers continuing the swirling motions

“So is this okay doll?” he leaned over and nibbled at your muscular shoulder.

“Yes, daddy”

He straightened up and worked one finger in and felt you tense up.

“Shh, shh, relax doll. I got you” He soothed you, and began pumping that single finger in and out.

You felt more liquid land on your hole, you were certain he used his spit, but it helped his finger enter and exit much easier.

After serval minutes he asked, “ready for another one?”

You nodded

Smack

“Answer me!”

“Yes”

Smack

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy”

He slid a second finger inside you. It was tight and stung a little but it was also pleasurable. You started to back your hips into his fingers.

“That’s it” he encouraged

He pulled his fingers out and rubbed the tip of his dick at your hole. He pushed his half his head in and pulled out, he performed that movement several times.

“I’m going to go inside you now, sweetheart”

“Okay,” you said nervously

“If it’s too much you can tell me to stop, and I’ll stop” he reassured you

He pushed his entire head in. It was wider than his two fingers but not unbearable. He stilled for a moment.

“Relax”

You took semi-deep breathes. Negan pushed half-way on your exhale.

“That’s it, keep breathing”

Negan timed his movements. Every time you breathed in he exited and when you breathed out he pushed back in. Eventually hiding his whole member inside you.

“Harder” you muttered at him

“Your a fucking bad girl, Eddie. Wanting me to fuck your ass harder”

He dug his fingers into your hips and pumped violently into you.

“I’m gonna come in your ass” telling you, not asking.

His groans and movements became frantic, and with one final grunt, Negan blew his load into you. Giving you lazy pumps as he softened.

He pulled out of you, and you heard his zipper close. But he wasn���t done yet.

He brought his hand back to your recently used entrance and used his dripping cum as a lubricant. He scissored your anus while using his other hand to flick your clit. You began bucking against him, faster and faster, feeling the coil tighten in your gut, eventually convulsing around his digits.

“Ah fuck!”

He pulled off his shirt and wiped your back dry, making his way to your center to clean both of your fluids.

He tossed his shirt to the side, untied you, and gave you a playful, light smack, “try to handle your liquor better next time”

You sat at the edge of his bed feeling the ache on your backside and rubbed your wrists. Negan was washing his hands in his small kitchen.

“I can handle my liquor, Negan” you told him

Negan laughed, turning off the faucet, flicking the excess water off his hands. He reached for the overhead counters and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and set on the counter.

“Let’s see” he turned to you, daring you.  

[vampirefreakism]

The Scientist (Chapter 25)

Summary: In the events following Asgard’s destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

AO3 Link

The Soundtrack So Far

Warnings: a little arguing, not bad, all fun

Word count: 2.5k

A/N:  Next part already?? In less than three weeks?? Wow, who is this author with amazing time management? Lmao hey folks here ya go. This is a bit of a filler one. Short, sweet, a set up for future events. Hope y'all like it. I sure do. Also, isn't it nice I got some more songs in here? I miss that. More of that

Masterlist

Luna held the same position she had been in for the last hour: hunched over, glasses off, and staring through the eyepiece of her microscope. She looked away every now and then to take meticulous notes about her observations of Sammy, but she stayed put. An impasse had been met, and she wasn't one to quickly back down.

She leaned back and rubbed her eye with the back of her wrist.

“Why aren’t you dead already?” She moaned out. The life cycle of C. elegans lasted around four days, and it had been over two weeks since he hatched.

Sammy was on his third Petri dish of nutrient bacteria, and he kept making little trails of ice. So long as he had food, nothing could stop him. Luna was tempted to poke him and see how fast he healed, but he was much too small. She would need a larger specimen for such an experiment. An event for a future time.

With a final glare at the dish, Luna picked it up and took it into the fridge. Unlike the other worms she had grown, Sammy tolerated the cold. He shouldn’t have been able to live in conditions below 60°F, but he was able to do so and keep up all normal behavior.

Luna let Sammy sit for 30 minutes in the cold, contrasting the hour he had previously spent at room temperature. He adjusted well and quickly to each temperature change. For an extraordinary organism, he acted as per usual.

The little scientist rubbed the top of her head with her forearm. She was at a loss. Could her endeavors lead to a dead end? No, it was too early to assume. There was no end in sight, but she had endless possibilities. For the time being, however, a mental and physical break was called for.

Luna turned the microscope off and put Sammy’s dish in its designated place on the counter. Snapping the rubber gloves off, she tossed them in the trash bin and hung up her lab coat. Rubbing her hands and stretching her arms out, she made the long trek to the greenhouse.

The entire compound was a tad colder than usual, but the greenhouse was always warm. It was large, holding a wide variety of plants used for the kitchen and Tony’s personal garden. A view of the river and surrounding forest could be seen from any of its windows. If Luna weren't a biologist specialized in genetic science, she would have gone for a job here instead.

She spared a few passing ‘hello’s to the employees working there on her way to Tony’s private section. To avoid any outside tampering of her plant, he opened up a small space in his collection for her. She needed but one pot, a watering can, and the occasional spot of fertilizer. He had more than enough of everything to spare.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Luna crouched down and stared intently at the soil, still undisturbed by signs of life. She poured a bit of water and watched it seep into the warm dirt, hopefully giving life to the minuscule prize buried beneath. Again, it was too early to tell. Such things require time and patience of the caregiver. For the sake of the little seeds, she had both to give.

With a gentle finger, she stroked the rim of the pot. She hoped it would work and the flowers would bloom before Loki was forced to leave her. It was disheartening to dwell on. She would be happy to keep watch over the roses if he never got the opportunity to lay eyes on them, but the initial purpose for their existence would be taken away. They would serve henceforth as a grim reminder of the space she had made for him in her little corner of the universe.

The cold and the promise of snowfall soon further dampened her spirits. The plants should be fostering serenity and happiness in her heart, but a touch of sorrow took its place. Satisfied with the care of her roses, Luna moved about the room, touching the leaves of ferns and tomato plants and the petals of peonies and chrysanthemums. Tony had an entire row dedicated for Pepper to come and tend them at her leisure. Luna wondered if he grew them for their wedding, whenever and wherever it would happen. Tabloids tossed out hundreds of ‘confirmed’ theories, but no one had a clue.

A cool mist erupted from the irrigation system, covering the majority of the area with a layer of fresh water. Luna’s pullover did little to protect her from the slight chill racing beneath her skin. Shuddering, she wrapped her arms around her torso and moseyed back to her lab, stopping once to grab a free cup of iced tea.

Finishing her refreshment, Luna rounded the corner and spotted a figure peeking through the window of the door to the lab. As she neared, she recognized the short brunette hair and called out to them.

“Peter, hey. What’re you doing here?”

Peter whipped his head to look in her direction and smiled. “Hey, doc. I was just looking for you. Is this a bad time?”

“No, no, it’s as good a time as any. I just came back from taking a short break.” Luna tapped the door. “Did you need anything here?”

“No, I just stopped by to see you, actually.” He set his backpack down and opened it.

“Oh, ok. Did I forget something at your house?”

He shook his head. “Uh-uh. I just, uh, I wanted to give you this,” he held up a small gift bag, “you know, before I forgot and I wasn’t able to. It’s for, uh, it’s for Loki.”

Luna carefully took it from him and admired it, a bright smile making its way onto her face.

“Peter, that is so nice of you.”

He chuckled and bent his head. “I hope he likes it. Just something I made in art class. It’s kinda fragile so be careful.” He pointed loosely into the bag. “The shirt I wrapped it in is for him too. I got that from a thrift store.”

Luna glanced inside at the mass of fabric rolled around a small object, hiding it from her view. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll love it. He’s a gift type of guy.”

Peter paused, a bit taken aback, but he recovered before Luna could comment.

“That’s good,” he laughed nervously. “Oh, and uh, I got this for you.” He handed Luna a smaller wrapped package. “That is not fragile at all, so you don’t have to worry.”

Luna beamed and received it carefully. “Thank you, Peter.” She reached and pulled him into a brief one-armed hug.

Letting go of her, Peter stooped down and closed his bag.

“Well, uh, that was all I came to do.” He slung his backpack over his right shoulder. “I’ll just say hi and check in with Mr. Stark and be on my way.”

“Alright. I’ll see you, Pete.” Luna bid him farewell, waving him off as he walked to the main elevator.

Alone with the new parcels, she strode into the lab and placed them beside her personal effects. Safe and sound, for now. She wondered how long she could keep Loki’s gift hidden from him and out of his snooping habit. A ‘don’t open till Christmas’ tag might deter him, but she still had no tree for it to nestle under. She made a mental note to propose the idea of getting one once she got home. With the subject of presents still sitting fresh in her mind, Luna snapped her fingers, remembering a different mental note from earlier in the week.

“FRIDAY,” she called out, “is Tony still busy with Peter?”

“Yes, they are still conversing in his office.”

“Ok, thank you.”

Luna put her fists on her hips and huffed. She didn't feel like working, and she couldn't return to the greenhouse. There was no reason to. It was too cold to walk comfortably outside and admire the scenery, so she opted to wander inside next to the windows.

In the time to herself, she listened to her music in peace, earbuds in and the world out. Peter could have the longest heart-to-heart with Tony as he liked. Luna was in her own space, admiring the forest from the warmer indoors and indulging in Corey Hart’s freshman album.

Touching the chilled glass and tapping it along to beat, Luna swayed to ‘It Ain’t Enough’ with a faint grin on her face. A sentimental, slow groove song coupled with lyrics of unequal love and devotion. An enjoyably sad song, but how many of its kind existed? How many would come to be in the future, near and far?

“I know that I'll never be afraid to say that I'm here by your side and I'm gonna stay.”

What a nice thought.

‘Does She Love You’ was more upbeat and moved Luna to rhythmically tap her feet as she walked. She kept an eye out for on-lookers who weren’t supposed to be seeing her out and about during afternoon work hours. She wouldn’t get reprimanded, but it would be embarrassing.

Conveniently, in the middle of the album, FRIDAY interrupted.

“Ms. Fields, Mr. Stark is available to speak with you now if you like.”

Luna clapped her hands together. “Fantastic. Thank you, FRIDAY.”

Bounding up the stairs, she finished the song and part of the next one prior to reaching Tony’s office. Lifting her hand off of the bio-scanner once the door unlocked, she discovered Tony supervising a spec-run on a set of new web-shooters.

“Hey, boss!” Luna called to him. “Talk about anything fun with Peter?”

“Ah, so he saw you too? Yeah, he wanted to say hi before I left.”

“Good, good. And did you show him that?” She pointed to the screen, still running numbers and simulations.

“Heh, oh no. This is a surprise for a later date. Remember the Iron Spider suit I tried giving him?”

“It’s too cool to forget.”

Tony waved a hand at the screen. “Think of this as version 2.0.” He nudged Luna’s side. “And you can thank your not-so-little friend for all the help when you get home.”

She smirked and side-eyed him. “Oh, I will. I’ll tell him all about how you gushed and you ‘couldn’t’ve done it without him.’”

Tony chuckled. “Don’t play it up that much. I could have easily done it alone. It just would’ve taken a little longer.”

Luna nodded and hummed. “Mhm, gotcha.”

“Careful, it’s the holiday season. Try not to sound so sarcastic.” They shared a brief laugh. “Speaking of which, why don’t you come to the office Christmas party this year? You missed the last two.”

Smirk still on her face, Luna glanced Tony’s way. “Oh, you mean the party that you won’t be attending again because you’ll be vacationing with Pepper in…where is it this year?”

“Paris. For a month. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

Luna shook her head. “Pretty sure that doesn’t apply to parties.”

Tony faced her, the numbers on the virtual screen wholly forgotten. “Why don’t you show up anyway? I’ll even let you bring Loki if you think he’ll miss you too much. Just dress him up in one of those surgical masks and say he’s recovering from TB. No one will know it’s him.”

“Thank you, Tony, but I’ll have to pass again.” Luna needed a nonnegotiable lie and fast. “My mom is coming.”

“Great. You can bring her too.”

Luna grimaced a bit. “She's not keen on big parties, and I don't want to just leave her. Besides, with Loki in my home, I’ll have enough of a party going on to think about another one.” She chuckled nervously.

Tony eyed her. “Ok, sourpuss, you don’t have to go, but you do have to make up for it with a nice present when I get back.”

“Already working on it, boss.” Tension left her body. He believed her, for now. “And speaking of presents, I would very much like you to help me out with one in particular, please.”

“Well, since you said it so nicely, I really have to do it now. What’s the thing?”

Luna crossed her arms. “Uh, it’s a phone…for Loki.” Tony’s face dropped.

“Are you being serious right now?! Do you have any clue what he could do with one of those things?!”

“Yeah, but I still think it’s a good idea!” Luna exclaimed. Tony dragged his hands over his face.

“How could this be a good idea?! You do remember who he is, right?”

“Of course!” Luna threw her hands up. “That’s part of the reason why I think it’s a good idea.”

“And what’s the other part?” He groaned. “Oh, please don’t tell me you went and made him your boyfriend. You can’t be that lonely.”

“What?! No!” Luna screeched and took a deep breath. “It’s just that he’s in my house all alone during the day and I think it’d be good to be able to check on him whenever. You know, make sure he doesn't try to microwave tinfoil.”

“Come on, he’s not a puppy, although you may think he’s cute like one.”

“I know, but think about it. So please?” Luna laced her fingers together and held them in front of her face. “Will you help me out?”

Tony sighed and relaxed his shoulders. “Alright, fine.”

“Yay! I promise you won’t regret this.”

He pulled out his phone. “Uh-huh.” He typed a message out, eliciting a few clicking noises and a whoosh, and tucked the device back into his pocket. “Ok, it’ll be here by Monday. Everything in it is already set up so just activate it like always. Or I could give you one now since we’re here.”

“I like getting things in the mail. Tony, you know that.”

“Yeah, and it’s really weird.”

“You’re just mad about that one delivery guy calling you ‘Tony Stank.’” Luna couldn’t help giggling.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Rhodey’s still teasing me about it.”

“Hey, it’s funny.” Her laugh grew, making Tony join in with a few chuckles of his own. It was a funny memory. “So when are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. Just closing up some stuff here.” Tony gestured to the screen and table littered with tools and metal samples. “I promised Pepper that I’m not going to work over the holidays, so I’m not going to work. At all.”

“You’re lucky I’m more than willing to babysit the kid when you cant.”

“And this is why you’re great.” Tony slung an arm around Luna, pulling her into a side hug. “Hey. Consider this my gift to you.”

She shot him an incredulous look. “Really? Your Christmas gift to me is my Christmas gift to Loki? Wow, classic.”

Tony gently poked her shoulder. “Just don’t say I never did anything for you.”

“Nothing?” Luna wrapped both her arms around Tony’s torso. “Oh, boss, you’ve already done so much for me.”

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[pedropascalforpresident]

Where Changes Might Take Us

Summary: Flo Roberts joins the gang in their ventures, raising confusion and some change of heart with her righteousness.

Tags: spoilers, high honor online character, Arthur/online character, no TB, forced prostitution, slow burn

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Chapter notes: Flo (Florence Roberts) is based on the protagonist of RDR2 online story and therefore her past of escaping prison and working with Mistress is mostly canon. This fanfic starts in chapter 2 of the story mode so the gang's camp is set at Horseshoe Overlook.

Chapter One

"I see right through you, mister Morgan, through your manly temperament and rude attitude." She laughs tightening the saddle. „I'd have to be blind and deaf otherwise!"

„What's that supposed to mean?" Arthur is right next to her, struggling to relax his arms so he shifts between crossing them over chest or resting against hips.

Florence lifts herself up on the horse. „You can't keep control of everything just 'cause you think your way is best way of handlin' business. I thought gangs have more than one outlaw, but here is you, doing everyone's dirty work for them."

He shakes his head at the ground aware he's to forget about a whole damn day of peace and quiet only to have her along on the road. The two leave the camp and he takes the lead through the forest, not exchanging a single word with the gang's newcomer who should've stayed at the camp.

Mid-morning they're halfway through the mist and Flo's persistent humming starts to infuriate Arthur. He sighs his faint voice cracking, but she only hums louder and clearly on purpose. He slows the horse down and takes his hat off once riding next to her, trying to look polite.

„How'd you end up with us, uh-" he snaps his fingers and looks away pretending he can't remember her name.

„You sayin' Hosea didn't tell you?" She chuckles feeling important. „That definitely explains your behavior. Ol' bastard really does know how to keep a secret."

„Secret?"

„It's a strange feeling, not knowing stuff, ain't it?" She teases; being excluded from something makes him tick and she knows it now.

„Miss Florence," he obstructs the narrow, gravel path upsetting her horse. „you don't need to know how much this gang means to me, but you should know that I'll do anything to protect them."

„I figured that much."

„There you go again! Again with the irony! Like you know something I don't!"

„Well I do-"

„Will it hurt to tell me then?!"

„It seemed like Hosea trusts you and I thought you'd know by now." She gently scratches her nose. „But if he ain't done it yet, you best not think I'll do it for him. 'Cause I won't. It ain't my place."

„Well maybe he forgot!" He urges, spreading his arms physically wanting the information, afraid of what she might know.

„I don't think so, not this." She glances behind them to make sure no one's coming. „You seem a good man but you outta have someone to look out for ya." Florence sighs and takes the lead through slippery pathway.

Arthur brainstorms before they reach a vast field and temperature rises along with the Sun. What information did she give Hosea that's of such delicate importance not even he's allowed to know?

„Hosea is like a father to me." he stubbornly admits. „Whatever he knows and refuses to share with me is probably dangerous for all of us."

„Exactly what I was sayin' earlier! You need to know and you need to deal with it because you know best how to, isn't it?"

„I get you ain't sayin' shit to me but if somethin' happens to him, I'll blame you."

„Of course you will." She frowns looking at her pocket watch. „So the Bell guy, the Blondie. How'd he end up with you?"

Arthur can't help but grin at the nickname he's definitely implementing in his vocabulary but it's not good enough to get her off the hook. „Oh so we're just gonna continue like nothin' happened huh?"

Florence ignores him and gallops with the horse off the path and towards a low hill with a view on the valley they are about to go through, making sure they don't stumble upon any trouble. Arthur shouts after her twice before seriously considering to leave on his own. Once she gets off her horse, he decides to approach.

„I met him once before, back while I was workin' with Sean." She frustratingly runs hand through her hair, reminiscing of the first time she met Micah. „He, uhm, assaulted this girl we saved from wrongful hanging. He's only alive 'cause Sean stopped me from shootin' his goddamn face off."

„So why are you coming along to his rescue?"

""Hosea told me to. He has his reasons and if he ain't sharing 'em with you, then I ain't either."

Arthur tilts his head at her. „Woman, I feel like you're only gonna get us in trouble."

„I won't. It'll all make sense to you and hopefully I won't be a bother after that." Flo smiles climbing back on the horse after a stretch, pulling out a cigarette.

„Hopefully." He responds, rubbing his chin as he follows her back to the path.

Ride to Strawberry takes a while but Flo shortens the trip by refusing to collect debt from a man mister Strauss mentioned, she'd rather give her own money before collecting or beating it out of a poor man. Arthur argues for a while but ultimately gives in, money is still money no matter where it comes from and somehow he ends up defining Florence as the biggest fool in the situation. She couldn't care less.

They arrive in the evening and leave their horses by the shop across the sheriff's. Arthur notices how folk at the front of the store look at Flo's jeans and pulls her back towards the hitching post between their horses, clutching two badges Hosea stole for them in his other hand. He's becoming paranoid.

„Maybe you should go and change." He recommends quickly looking away when she raises her eyebrows, surprised. „Last thing we need is attention."

„Don't tell me what to wear." Flo shakes her head at his wandering eyes.

She grabs a sheriff's badge from his hand and walks to the building, ignoring Arthur's persistent whispers to return. Grunting along, he picks up the pace after her. A sudden yawn overwhelms him but he contains his focus and pins the deputy badge on his leather jacket.

„Look out, they're taking over our jobs too!" deputy laughs at Flo who doesn't look at him as she approaches the sheriff.

Two men, younger one trying to impress his boss with sexist humor, and town sheriff share a common feeling but each handle and show it differently.

„Playin' dress up is fun, but I'd leave this one for the bedroom if I was you." Deputy gets serious as Arthur steps on the wooden stairs making the whole porch squeal under his weight. „Why are you here?"

„I believe you have imprisoned an outlaw here." Flo begins confidently pretending to have a deeper voice which makes Arthur chuckle.

„I might have one or two, yes." Sheriff squirms in his chair thoroughly observing both.

„My colleague and I are from, uh, Lemoyne. Been lookin' for Micah Bell all over the state. You wouldn't believe the bounty on his head!"

Arthur slowly blinks, regretting for what she said, painfully aware of what follows.

Sheriff's eyes widen and he leans forward with intrigue, fingers interlocked. "How much?"

„Why is that important?" Arthur interrupts before Flo gets them in deeper.

„Eight hundred dollars." Flo nods her head while sheriff and deputy exchange looks. „He's done some nasty things."

„It would seem so." sheriff gets up takong two steps closer to her." As much as I'd like to see him hang tomorrow for what he's done here... From one lawman to the other," he rests hands on his gun belt. „you know how stressful our line of duty is. Fools like him are ganging up on poor townsfolk of ours every other day."

Flo persistently nods, pressing her lips to keep a straight face but she desires to see him hang as well. They can only imagine what else he's done but hanging is probably not the worst punishment Micah deserves.

„Tell you what, law-woman, you give us that bounty and we give you the prisoner."

Flo definitely doesn't expect that kind of proposal. Glancing quickly at Arthur she sees him clutching his satchel, unaware of thirteen pathetic dollars hiding inside.

„We didn't bring the money with us but we can send it your way with a stagecoach once we're back."

„Listen missy, we ain't no idiots! I'm sure you won't send us a single dollar once you get back. In this land every county is for themselves, us included."

„How's you give us 'til tomorrow evening and we get you that bounty." Arthur interrupts the deputy standing shoulder to shoulder next to Flo, crossing arms on his chest to warm up palms between upper arms and his torso.

Men exchange looks and nod with acceptance of his offer. „We'll see you then."

Arthur jerks Flo's shoulder while turning and they walk away from men in silence. They reach their horses and while Flo processes what happened, Arthur grabs his bedroll and gives Salem two carrots to nibble.

„Where are we gonna get that money?" nervous lip biting is a nasty habbit she posesses.

„Unless you got eight hundred dollars on ya, we're gonna have to earn it." He snorts. „You had to say it! It had to be eight hundred! Why didn't you just round it up at thousand?!"

„I didn't think they'd ask for the money, they're lawmen!"

"There's a lotta things you don't know either but what's done is done. We need a place to rest." Arthur sees a welcoming center with vacant rooms sign displayed. „How much do you have?"

„About fiffty."

„We should get one room only. Gonna need all the cash we can get, thanks to your generosity."

„Don't forget some of that is for debt money you wanted to collect."

„I might have second thoughts on that."

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Bloodlust- Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,876

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual,

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You walked for a few minutes when you felt someone behind you. You knew when someone was following you or not.

“Dean, someone is following us.” You whispered so only Sam and Dean could ear.

“Alright, follow me.” Dean walked a bit faster and you and Sam followed his lead, walking around the corner, into the alley way and hiding to see what would happen. The man who was following you turned the corner and looked out for any sign of the three of you but frowned when he didn’t see you guys. Sam and Dean suddenly got up and were behind the man so when he turned, they were right in front of him.

Sam and Dean both pinned him to the wall and Dean put a knife to his throat. You came out of hiding and narrowed your eyes at the man.

“Smile and show me those pearly whites.” Dean said, wanting to see if there were any signs of vampire teeth.

“Oh, for the love of -- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” The man said, rolling his eyes. You watched, wondering if this was the hunter that killed the vampire from the morgue.

“What do you know about vampires?” Sam asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the man.

“How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch,” The man tried to move away but Sam pinned him to the wall harder.

“I wouldn’t mess with them.” You said, crossing your arms. The man sighed and he smiled, showing Sam and Dean his teeth.

“See? Fangless. Happy?” Dean glared but let up, retracting the knife away. “Now who the hell are you?”

“Who the hell are you?” You countered, crossing your arms. The man sighed and walked away from Sam and Dean and down the street.

“Well, are you coming or not?” The man shook his head and continued walking. You frowned and looked at the Winchesters before slowly following the same man. If you can kill strong monsters, you can surely handle a human if he decides to try anything.

He took you to a red, beat-up truck and pulled out a huge metal box, opening it up and showing you that he was, in fact, a hunter.

“You’re a hunter.” You said, observing.

“Yeah, now who the hell are you three?” The man asked, putting his box down.

“Sam and Dean Winchester. This is Dean’s girlfriend, Y/N.” Sam introduced you but you didn’t like the man. He wasn’t supernatural but you could tell when someone had bad intentions or good intentions. Your moral compass was going off, not your supernatural one.

“Gordon Walker. Wow, Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy and a great hunter. I heard he passed, I'm sorry. It's big shoes, but from what I hear you guys fill them. Great trackers, good in a tight spot…” Gordon kept rambling.

“You seem to know an awful lot about my family.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.” Gordon shrugged.

“No, we don’t, actually.” Dean said, staring at the man. This was the first hunter that you met who wasn’t connected to John.

“I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?”

“So, um, those two vampires, they were yours, huh?” Sam said, changing the topic.

“Yep, I’ve been here two weeks.”

“Did you check out that Barker farm?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, but it's a bust; just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.” Gordon shivered.

“Where’s the nest, then?” You asked.

“Listen, I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong, it's a real pleasure meeting you folks. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.” Gordon said, intent on working by himself. You actually were fine with it but you didn’t know if Dean or Sam was.

“We could help.” Dean suggested. Yeah, Dean would want to help.

“Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.” Gordon said.

“Come on, man, I’ve been itching for a hunt.” Dean said, pleading with the man.

“Dean, let’s just go. He seems to have it under control. We’ll find something else.” You said, not wanting to work with the man.

“Listen to the girl. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out,” Gordon got in his car and looked at you three from the car window. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” With that, Gordon drove off.

“Please tell me you’re not going to follow him.” You said to Dean who was already walking back to his car.

“He can’t hunt vampires alone. They’ll kill him.” Dean said, already halfway to his car. You sighed and looked at Sam, him shrugging and following his brother.

“You don’t even know him!” You tried to say, following the boys but neither boy said anything to you about it. You tried to convince Dean to turn around and that Gordon got this but he wouldn’t listen to you. He followed Gordon’s car to the Mill and followed him inside.

You three got there just in time to see a vampire attack Gordon. Your eyes widened when you saw the vampire turn on an electric saw nearby. He got Gordon pinned and he wasn’t going anywhere. He was about to decapitate him but Dean wasn’t about to let him die. Dean was the one to killed the vampire, saving Gordon’s life.

Dean was sprayed with blood and you ran over, turning off the saw. Sam came over and helped the vampire off Gordon.

“So, uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink.” Gordon said, lightly chuckling.

You were sitting with Gordon and Sam around the table at a bar. A waitress brings another round of drinks and you took out your wallet to pay for them.

“No, sweetheart, I got it.” Gordon chuckled and winked at you. You frowned, looking uncomfortable.

“Sorry, only Dean gets to call me that.” Gordon made you cringe when he said that.

“Another one bites the dust.” Gordon said, raising his glass after putting down some bills.

“That’s right.” Dean said, raising his own. You frowned when Dean didn’t make a comment on how uncomfortable you sounded. You looked at Sam and he put a hand on your shoulder to at least comfort you. He didn’t drink and neither did you. You didn’t like Gordon, at all.

“Dean, you gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend.” Gordon laughed.

“Thank you.” Dean smiled.

“That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Gordon smiled, admiring Dean’s work. Dean nodded and looked at Sam and noticed he wasn’t too happy, along with you.

“Yep, you alright, Sammy?” Dean asked, sipping his beer.

“I’m fine.” Sam said, crossing his arms.

“Well, lighten up a little, Sammy.” Gordon smiled. You narrowed your eyes at Gordon. It was like he was invading your lives.

“They’re the only ones who gets to call me that.” Sam said lowly.

“Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done.” Gordon said, backing off a little.

“Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the motel.” Sam said, standing up.

“You sure?” Dean asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going with him.” You pushed your beer away and stood up.

“Sweetheart, come on.” Dean said, looking at you.

“Have fun, Dean.” You grabbed your jacket and turned away from him.

“Right, remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you guys later, alright?” Dean shook his head, tossing Sam his keys. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, leaving the bar with Sam.

“I can’t believe him right now.” You said, getting inside the car.

“Please tell me you like him as much as I do.” Sam said, driving to the motel.

“I don’t like him at all. The way he knew that much about our lives, I mean, something isn’t right.” You sighed, walking into the room you guys had for the week.

“How come we never heard of this guy?” Sam asked.

“I’ll call Jo and Ellen, see if they might know who he is. She did say hunters come and go through her roadhouse all the time.” You pulled out your phone and called Jo since hers was the only number you had. You needed to get Ellen’s.

“Hello?” Jo asked when she picked up.

“Hey, Jo, how are you?” You asked with a smile. You like her and you hoped she would be in your life for a while.

“Y/N! It’s good to hear your voice, what’s going on?”

“Well, I was wondering if you knew of a certain hunter.” You trailed off.

“Who?”

“Gordon Walker.”

“Um, I’ve heard his name but my mom would know more than I do. Let me go get her.” You waited for a bit until you heard her voice on the other line.

“Hey sweetie, you had a question for me?” Ellen said.

“You ever heard of Gordon Walker?”

“Yeah, I know Gordon. He’s a really good hunter. Why are you asking?’

“Well, Sam, Dean and I ran into him on a job and we're kind of working with him, I guess.” You sighed.

“Don’t do that, Y/N. You get away from him right now.” Ellen warned.

“What? I thought you said he was a good hunter?” You looked at Sam worriedly who gave you a concerned look.

“Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you just let him handle it and you move on.”

“That’s what I tried telling Dean but he was persistent. I can try him again but I don’t know how well it would work. He’s hell bent on helping Gordon kill some vampires.”

“Please, get out of there while you can.” Ellen pleaded.

“Alright, fine, I’ll try and steer Dean away. Thanks, Ellen.” You hung up and sighed, looking at Sam.

“What did she say?” Sam asked.

“Gordon is bad news. She doesn’t want us working with him. I’ve tried to warn Dean but he doesn’t listen to me. What are we going to do?” You sighed, looking at Sam.

“We do what we can.” You nodded and sighed, getting up.

“Want something from the vending machine?” You asked, grabbing your wallet.

“I’ll go with you. I can’t just sit here.” You nodded and walked with him out of the room and to the nearest vending machine. You bought a soda and a candy bar for yourself before walking back with Sam. The walk was short but it was nice to be in silence.

You walked back into the room but stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked from behind you.

“Something isn’t right.” You frowned and turned on the light but before you could see anything move, you were sucked into blackness when you were hit in the back of your head.

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