#Episode Tag

[codependentfreaks]

"Sammy, remind me to beat the buzz kill out of you later alright?"

WHY would you say that to your brother wtf

[noggington]

Live Fast and Prosper is *chief's kiss*

Fake Tuvok getting too into character and fanboy-ing when he meets real Tuvok

Fake Janeway being sickeningly sweet

Tom and Neelix lamenting that they've lost their edge and gone soft

Janeway forcing Tuvok to do improv

I love an episode that is willing to poke fun at the characters. and I love a con!

[sasusc]

Spoilers for 911 8.15 Lab Rats

And fic idea that I dont think I'm capable of writing but I so hope to see! Please...I need a Buddie fic like this.

I'm not a Tommy hater. Buck and Tommy and all the gifs and posts I saw on tumblr are the reasons why I actually started watching this show. But their relationship didn't click with me, and I really love idiot4idiot relationship of Buck and Eddie.

I'm really hoping Tommy's help and Bobby's death doesn't restart Buck and Tommy's relationship. But I can see that potential and maybe I can jump back on their relationship even if I'm hoping for an Eddie gay awakening and Buddie to happen.

Tommy watched as Buck broke down crying about Bobby dying. He couldn't do anything to help the man who he has feelings for...possibly even loves. And I want him to realize as much as he wants to be Buck's person, he knows it's Eddie. He's the one to call Eddie and tell him that Buck needs him...that Bobby died. Maybe he's even the one to fly down to El Paso and pick Eddie up and bring him back to Buck.

[yanak324]

stop and release

fandom: The Pitt (tv show) pairing: Jack Abbot/Emery Walsh rating: e | ao3

“Me too,” she groans out in spite of herself. “What?” Jack pulls back slightly to stare down at her. “If you were on that table, I wouldn’t stop either. Not for anything.”

Emery comes home after the shift from hell. At least she's not alone.

[youchangedmedestiel]

As promised I said I'll give you fic recs to celebrate the fact that I have more than 100 followers now. Again, thanks a lot! This makes me happy! :)

So now, here's my gift to you:

Every fucking fic by xylodemon

The writing is always perfect! I'm not kidding, this is my favorite writer so far! I've never been disappointed by their fics. NEVER! I haven't finish to read all of them but I certainly attend to.

Fics written by deancaskiss

If you like reading about Cas and Dean "just" kissing, then you should try reading those, if you haven't done it yet. I haven't read all of them yet, I read only around 10 fics for now, but same I'll attend to read more.

Then, more specifically:

Blackberries Wild by SaltyWords (agent4hire22) Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Canon divergent after 13x12, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief mention of suicidal ideation - around 2500 words

This is so well written, the descriptions are everything, especially the ones for the kisses. It could totally happened like that. It's very true to their character if you ask me.

a kiss for every season (literally) by sobsicles and it is also available as a podfic here read by Scintillating Gatria (LadyLoralye) Canon typical level of violence, Canon Compliant, Brief Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kisses, Smut - around 22000 words

The title says it all, a kiss between Cas and Dean happens every season and since there's never enough kisses between these two, that fic is therefore perfect.

People Who Are Good Like Pie by sobsicles Blowjob, NSFW, Castiel is a Little Shit, Dean is In Over His Head, Flustered Dean, Confused Dean, Creatively ties eating pie into sex, Sounds disgusting but it's really not I promise, it's hilarious, fluff and porn - around 1800 words

And it is indeed hilarious imo as well as very hot. It's short and easy to read, really different from the above. But it's human!cas and I'm weak for him in a sense that there is so much potential with him in a fic and that I love him.

You and I Know the Way by aishitara Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Series, Canon Compliant through 15x18, Fluff, a smidgen of angst, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Mentions of Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort - around 4300 words

There is human!cas in there too, so yeah I'm sold. Plus some amazing, beautiful, stunning art from winchester-reload is included in the fic so it's even more perfect. This is smut yes, but, BUT you can really see all the love there is between them and that fucks me up. That's the type of porn that makes me cry. I never thought I could say that about porn one day. But maybe it's because it isn't, this is just LOVE!

Humans Do It Better by Hatteress Episode: s06e10 Caged Heat (Supernatural), Excessive Drinking, Light Angst, First Kiss, Second more heated kiss, Kinda Funny.

I invented the tags here because it isn't on AO3. I need to mention this fic because it was like one of the first fics I read. It was more than a year ago and I still remember it. Maybe because I wished it had a next FUCKING chapter. I want to read more about it. I want to see what happened when they meet again later. I want to see what's going on in Dean's mind the next morning when he realized what he did, thinking about how he corrupted a fucking angel. Feeling guilty about it because it's Dean. I - I, maybe I'll fucking write this second chapter one day. But I don't know if it's a thing, you know, writing a sequel to someone else's fic.

Anyway, I hope you'll like reading those if it's not already done. I for sure have more fics to recommend but I have to save some for the 200 followers I guess lmao. One can dream.

BUT if you need specific fics, like from an episode in particular for example, you can still ask me because I sort them by episode tag too.

[singledarkshade]

Always Left Behind

Summary - Returning home after leaving his grandfather with the giant aliens, Daniel is fine.

Author’s Note - @gateathonworks month three, the prompt I chose was Episode Tag.

This is an episode tag to Crystal Skull with spoilers for The Gamekeeper and Forever In A Day.

Hope you enjoy.

~

The clang of his feet on the ramp was a relief to Daniel, meaning he was actually solid once more. Reaching the bottom, he was instantly greeted by General Hammond.

“It is good to see you, Dr Jackson,” Hammond said.

Daniel smiled, “It’s good to be seen again.”

Hammond glanced behind him as the Gate shut down, “Where is Dr Ballard?”

“Dr Ballard,” Daniel stated, with a little more brightness than he intended, “Has opted to stay with the giant aliens and learn more about them for us.”

Hammond stared at him in silence.

“He’ll contact us in a few months to give us an update,” Daniel added before noting, “I’m guessing Janet wants me in the infirmary after everything.”

Without another word, Daniel headed out the Gateroom, heading to the infirmary knowing that Hammond was asking Jack what had happened.

~

Jack quickly explained what had happened to on the planet and waited.

“It looks like I now have to report we lost Dr Ballard. That’s a conversation I’m looking forward to,” Hammond frowned before asking, “Dr Jackson is…”

“Being Daniel,” Jack replied, “I’ll catch up with him once the doctor is through with him.”

Hammond nodded, “On that note, all of you should get to the infirmary now. We’ll do a full debriefing later.”

Jack motioned the other two members of his team to head out before he followed, worried about his friend.

But he knew that he would need to hold off on that, especially when he reached the infirmary and found Daniel fast asleep. Janet had him hooked up to multiple machines, ensuring he was fine after his disappearing act.

“Amazingly,” Janet said moving to Jack’s side when he watched his friend sleep, “He’s in good health. A little tired, a little dehydrated but astonishingly in healthy.”

Jack sighed softly, “That’s good to know.”

“He’ll be asleep for a while,” Janet assured him, “Go and get something to eat then rest. I’ll let you know when he’s awake.”

Jack stared down at Daniel’s face, lax in sleep and for once not bothered by bad dreams.

“His grandfather stayed on that planet,” Jack said softly, “Chose the aliens over his own grandson, who he’d just made amends with. I don’t understand it.”

Janet sighed, “I don’t either. I will say though that in Nick I saw a part of where Daniel’s focus on his work comes from.”

“But Daniel wouldn’t abandon those he loves for it,” Jack replied.

                             *********************************************

Daniel was in his office when Jack found him after ensuring SG6 were debriefed properly and then meeting the new recruits who were joining them. That was always fun, watching the newbies going from disbelief to astonishment in the space of a few seconds.

“Aren’t you meant to be resting?” Jack asked.

Daniel glanced at him, “Just trying to find a book to take home with me,” he held up his hand and clarified, “A specific book I want to read.”

“How you doing?” Jack tried to be nonchalant.

“Still a little tired,” Daniel explained, “But I’m fine. Just hoping Janet will sign me off on Monday so we can get back to work.”

Jack chewed on his lip for a moment as Daniel moved several books to one side and tried again, “About Nick.”

“What about him?” Daniel asked absently.

“Just thought you might want to…” Jack hesitated because he knew, like him, Daniel didn’t really do conversations about feelings.

“Want to what?” Daniel glanced up.

Rolling his eyes, Jack stated, “Talk about Nick leaving.”

“Jack, I’m not upset by what happened,” Daniel told his friend. He shrugged, “It happens.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jack said.

Daniel tilted his head slightly, “It does to me.”

Nodding when he looked at the book he picked up, Daniel put it in the bag then grabbed his journal sliding it in and turned to Jack.

“I’m heading home before Janet chases me,” Daniel said, “I’ll see you in two days.”

Before Jack could say anything else, Daniel was out the office calling back at Jack to turn the light out when he left.

~

“Well,” Hammond said when Jack finished his version of events after Sam and Teal’c debriefed, “That matches what Dr Jackson told me. How is he, considering his grandfather stayed on the planet?”

“He told me he’s fine,” Jack said, the frown unbidden.

Sam tilted her head thoughtfully, “Isn’t that Daniel-ese for not fine?”

“Usually,” Jack told her, “But when I talked with him, he actually seemed fine.”

The other three stared at him amazed.

“Does anyone have anything else?” Hammond asked, when they all shook their heads, he continued, “Then you have forty-eight hours leave. Dismissed.”

“I would like to visit Ry’ac while we have the time,” Teal’c stated before Hammond left them.

“Of course, Teal’c. Be ready in an hour and we’ll open the Gate for you,” Hammond replied before leaving them alone.

“Tell me you’re not going back to work, Carter,” Jack said sternly.

Sam chuckled, “I’m going to go see my brother. What about you?”

Both Sam and Teal’c stared at him, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m going to check in on Daniel,” Jack assured, “Then I’ll see.”

                             *********************************************

Daniel answered the door, looked at Jack before he turned around and walked back into the apartment knowing Jack would follow him.

“I promise I am resting,” Daniel said as he sat on the couch again, “You didn’t have to come check.”

“Well, the doc doesn’t trust you,” Jack smiled.

Daniel rolled his eyes, “If you want some coffee, the pot is fresh. And there’s some pastries as well.”

Jack raised an eyebrow questioningly as he headed to the kitchen.

“I felt like a walk,” Daniel noted at his friend’s unasked question, “Passed the bakery and they smelled so good. After not eating for a few days, I really wanted one.”

Snagging a chocolate and almond croissant, Jack poured himself some coffee before taking a seat across from his friend. They sat in silence while Jack ate, and Daniel continued to read.

“So,” Jack said, after he finished the last few crumbs, “How are you?”

Daniel let out a soft sigh of irritation, “I’m fine. Jack. I am.”

“Even with what happened with Nick?” Jack pushed.

Putting his mug on the table, Daniel looked at his friend, “I’m fine, Jack. I’m not upset. This isn’t the first time Nick has left me.”

Jack winced but didn’t get a chance to say anything as Daniel continued.

“Nick has left multiple times in my life,” he said with a shrug, “I’m always the one left behind.”

“That’s not true,” Jack told him.

Daniel shook his head, “I’m not talking about you, but my parents left.”

“They died, Daniel,” Jack reminded him.

Shrugging Daniel replied, “That time. My parents loved me, I know that. But they weren’t expecting to have a kid so early in their marriage, or possibly at all. I was an accident. And before you ask, I know because I overheard my mom say once that I was the best accidental discovery they made.”

Stunned into silence Jack wasn’t sure what he could say, surprised when Daniel continued.

“They sometimes forgot I wasn’t an adult and there was more than one time that one of the workers had to remind them I was waiting for them. Then they died and Nick left me for his work, doing the same every time he visited which wasn’t that often,” Daniel paused and sighed, “Then Sha’re left me.”

“She didn’t want to leave you, Daniel,” Jack said softly, “You know that.”

Daniel dropped his head back, “I know. But it feels like it sometimes because she spent the last of her energy trying to tell me where her son was, instead of how I could save her. Then we would have found him together. I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help but feel that way sometimes. And now Nick is gone again. But I’m fine, Jack because I’m always the one left behind. I’m used to it now.”

Jack frowned, “Not anymore.”

“Let’s not kid ourselves, Jack,” Daniel stated, “If we survive this, Teal’c will one day return to the Jaffa, while you and Sam are both career military. You’ll be promoted at some point and could be sent anywhere. I’ll be here. There’s nowhere else I can go.”

Jack stared at his friend for several minutes, he knew that no matter what he said Daniel was in one of those moods that needed more than words. Pulling out his keys, Jack unhooked the spare key for the house from it and placed it on the table in front of his friend.

“Am I getting instructions on what you want me to check?” Daniel asked sarcastically before demanding, “Why are you giving me your spare key?”

“It’s not a spare key,” Jack stated, “It’s your key. For now, and no matter where I am, no matter where I live. If I get promoted, which is very unlikely by the way considering me, you will always have a key and a place in my house.”

Daniel stared at the key.

“You won’t be left,” Jack said, “And you’ll always have me there to drive you crazy.”

Chuckling, Daniel took the key and stood. He added it to his own keys with a smile, before turning to Jack.

“I’m hungry,” Daniel said, “Do you feel like lunch?”

“Only if you’re buying,” Jack jumped to his feet.

Shaking his head as he grabbed a jacket, Daniel motioned his friend out, “Why am I buying? It’s not like you worked through the night to find me.”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

What is... Coda?

Coda, which can also be called an episode tag, is similar to a missing scene. It also refers to a scene being added onto the canon storyline. But while a missing scene can be found at any point in the story, coda specifically refers to a scene at the end of an episode. Therefore, it works as an epilogue that the author creates to end the original source material.

This is especially popular when an episode leaves something open at the end and it is not revisited when the next episode continues. So it can also be seen as a missing scene between episodes. Another popular use for it is as speculation for what is going to happen next.

This leads to another difference between missing scenes and coda: missing scenes usually fit right into canon to fill gaps and don't really change it, while coda comes at the end of an episode and can therefore stray from what is actually happening in the next episodes.

Some fanfic authors specialize in these episode tags and create them for every episode. They tend to stray further from canon with every episode, but they can be a fun companion piece to read after watching each episode and reading the story basically written by someone else.

[thenameisgul]

I’m so sad for poor cas because he just can’t catch a break, can he?

Everything he did for Sam and Dean made him a pariah to the angels and they insult him for it every chance they get (case in point: Ishim and Mirabel) and every time he tries to help the angels and save heaven Sam and Dean stand in his way and call him stupid for his choices (Killing Billie to save Mary; the man who would be king)

It’s like he can never do anything right in their eyes 🥺

[sheafrotherdon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac Additional Tags: Episode Tag, after the finale, Reunion, Affection Summary:

Louis loves him so badly—this whole attempt at self-possession— that it hurts everywhere. “Yeah,” he says, and spur of the moment holds out his hand. He watches Lestat swallow before he takes it, and they twine their fingers like they’re brand-new lovers.

Maybe they are, Louis thinks.

[enolaholmes18]

My First DS9 fic!!

This fic is dedicated to my bestie @dontcallmecedge because "The Visitor" emotionally destroyed us both 🥲. So obviously I had to write a fic about it.

[gumnut-logic]

John found him in module two.

His second eldest brother was sitting beside the pod, pieces of it spread around him, staring at nothing.

John leant against the hatchway and quietly watched him. From the moment Grandma had reported the avalanche, John knew he would have to come home tonight. Avalanche rescues always messed with the family, particularly Scott and Virgil. He would be lying if he said they didn’t affect him, but he wasn’t boots on ground. He didn’t have to watch that wave of white bearing down on those he loved.

He hadn’t been the one there on that fateful day.

Virgil wore a frown as if he was glaring at something or someone John couldn’t see.

John had already checked in on Scott...on the other side of the Island and still moving. He’d be out running for a while and likely would come back and give the gym a work out.

Virgil was more subtle. He tended to pound the piano or vanish into his studio. On the rare occasion he could be found beside Scott either pummelling a sandbag or his brother on the spar mat. To find him here was a little odd.

“I’m okay, John.” Those eyes were suddenly fixed on the astronaut. “How’s Gordon?”

He pushed himself off the hatchway and entered the module. His spacesuited feet hardly made a sound. “He’s as well as can be expected. He’s with Alan.” A few more silent footsteps and John sat down quietly beside his brother. “What are you doing?”

His brother reached down and picked up a piece of pod mechanics. “Just checking the system after today’s rescue.”

John eyed exactly what Virgil had pulled apart. He was pretty sure it was the side of the module that hadn’t been used...and the same he and Scott had finished maintenance on that morning.

Busywork?

“I’m okay, John. You don’t need to worry.”

“Worry is my business.”

Brown eyes glanced up at him. “I thought that was in Scott’s portfolio.”

“Different perspective.”

Virgil arched an eyebrow before picking up another piece of pod and shoving it into the storage case. Several more pieces followed with no further attempt at conversation.

“Alan said you were grumpy for most of the day.”

That did it. His usually quiet brother flared up like a snake prodded with a hot poker. “He did, did he? Did he also tell you that he has turned Max into his personal slave so he can sit on his butt and watch videos while the rest of us work our asses off?”

“Not in so many words, no.” Calm and considered.

It succeeded. Virgil deflated. “No, he wouldn’t.” His brother returned to shifting around mechanical parts.

“How is Scott?”

His brother froze. “How do you think he is. Alan was nearly buried in an avalanche. I expect to be repairing gym equipment tomorrow.” Virgil stood up and put his back into moving the equipment into the locker.

“No one was injured. We’re all safe.”

“Yes, we are.” A chunk of pod landed on the module floor with a massive clang and Virgil swore.

Reaching down, John picked up the piece of machinery and, standing, held it out to his brother. Virgil looked at him with sad eyes. “Thank you.” It was taken from his hand and stashed beside its siblings.

“Gordon was very impressed.”

Virgil paused a moment, but then returned to shifting equipment. “With what?”

“With you.”

That was enough to stop him. “Gordon?”

John struggled to hold back a smile. “In his words...’Oh my god, yeeeah! Go Virg!’”

Virgil blinked at him and John could no longer hold back the grin. “Can’t say I wasn’t impressed myself.”

He watched his brother fight the urge to smile. “The new grapple gun performed well.”

John rolled his eyes. “You performed well, Virgil. There is no harm in taking credit where it is due.”

“I’m just glad I got Alan off the side of that mountain.” And the glum was back.

John sighed to himself as Virgil shut the equipment locker. “What is it, Virgil? What’s bugging you? Because all I can see is a successful rescue with a great outcome.”

His brother rounded on him. “It was pure chance, John. So damn close and it shouldn’t have been!” Virgil’s eyes flared at him in anger, but not at John, but...

At himself.

“How?”

Virgil’s brows knotted even more. “I knew that mountain was coming down. I had sensors on it. I was sitting there waiting with nothing else to do but stare at the damn thing, and it still caught me by surprise!” Virgil shoved the locker against the wall with a bang. John blinked at the strength his brother wielded. “There shouldn’t have been a dramatic rescue, I should have been there already!” Virgil turned away. “Alan and Brandon could have died because I wasn’t on the ball.”

John stared at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

The glare Virgil shot him was enough to flay him alive. “Do I look like I have a sense of humour right now?”

“Virgil-“

But his brother wasn’t finished. “We can have all the equipment in the world and it won’t mean jack shit if I’m not good enough to deploy it in time.”

“Virgil-“

“And Alan. We could have lost Alan. I-I can’t...not like Mom, please not like Mom.”

John’s eyes widened. “Virgil, take a breath. He’s okay. We’re all okay.”

Brown eyes stared up at him. “I fucked up so bad.”

John reached over and took his brother by his shoulders. “Virgil! How can you possibly say that? Did you see what you did?”

“I saw exactly what I did. Why wasn’t I airborne sooner? Why did I wait until the vibration sensor was in MOTION before making a move? It was seconds, John, seconds. I didn’t think I was going to make it. They could have been buried alive.” Like Mom.

That last might as well have been shouted with the rest.

“But they weren’t”

“Pure luck.”

“No! Virgil Tracy! You were on the scene. You were there. There was no way anything was going to happen to either of them with you in play, Virgil. You know this. I know this. I have seen you face far more than a falling mountain. It didn’t stand a chance.”

“John-“

“You listen to me. I know you. I watch you day in and day out. I may be twenty-two thousand kilometres away, but I am with you every step every rescue and, goddamnit, Virgil, those seconds may well have been hours for all they mattered.” He glared at his brother. “How many times have you sat back in a situation, watching, only to step in and save the day when it most counts? You sit there quietly, calculating, planning, knowing exactly when to intervene. You are our rock, Virgil. Solid, dependable and inevitable. And god forbid anything gets in your way once you get moving.”

John’s lips were tight and his heart thudding. Virgil stood staring at him, eyes wide.

Quietly. “When I’m so far above and someone is screaming, you are the hands I reach out to catch them with. I trust those hands with so many lives, Virgil. So many people calling for help and I have no need for faith because I KNOW you will do everything you can. Just like you did today.” A breath. “Don’t doubt yourself. I never have.”

He let his brother go and straightened.

Virgil was still staring at him. It wasn’t often John put so much into words, but the self-doubt in his brother’s eyes just demanded it. Perhaps it would have enough impact to sink in.

In the meantime, back to basics.

“Have you eaten?”

Virgil blinked. “What?”

Obviously not.

“Food, Virgil. Fuel for your engine.”

“Oh, uh...”

“I didn’t think so. C’mon, big brother, sustenance will help change your perspective.” John grabbed Virgil’s arm and nudged him in the direction of the module hatchway. Still staring, Virgil did as he was told.

“I’m the big brother, John.”

“Yeah? Well, sometimes big brothers need corralling as much as younger brothers. I thought you’d understand that with Scott on your radar so much.”

Virgil blinked. “I see your point.”

John held onto Virgil the entire elevator ride up to the residential levels. He didn’t let go until his brother was seated at the kitchen table. The acquisition of a simple sandwich and John plopped both the food and himself down in front of Virgil. “Now eat.”

“Are you going to watch my every bite?” A definite frown was forming like a storm cell on his brother’s brow.

“No, I’m just going to sit here and enjoy your company.” A thought. “Might even have a beer. You want one?” He stood up again and rummaged in the fridge.

Another blink. “Aren’t you going back up tonight? Doesn’t Brains need you?”

“No, I have more important things to attend to down here.” Ooh, some of Scott’s boutique beer. He eyed the label. Expensive boutique beer. It would do the job. Two bottles landed on the table.

“You know they are Scott’s.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Your funeral, I guess.”

“He’ll survive. Eat your sandwich.”

Virgil was staring at him again.

John sighed. “Is it really so shocking that I care about you?”

“No! It’s just...” Virgil’s shoulders settled a little. “Thank you, John.”

“No thanks needed, just trust yourself a little more.” He pinned his brother with his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now eat your sandwich.”

John held back a smile when Virgil immediately bit into his bread.

-o-o-o-

[kookicat]

A Void of Stars

The edge of the universe is a lonely place, one where the rules he lives by just... Stop working, break, no longer apply. It makes him feel adrit at a time he'd very much like to feel anchored, because nothing makes sense. Like his old-new face, dragged up from rest for reasons he can't figure out. Like Donna, who keeps breaking every rule he applies to her. Like the Tardis, beautiful and new but sterile in a way she has never been. Like she's waiting, holding her breath, until a new face appears on the tattered, worn out soul that keeps moving forwards because that's all they know, so she can change again into something proper, take her true form rather than the placeholder she's using for now. 

He wanders through the ship, aimlessly, trailing a finger here, lifting a trinket there, turning it in his hands, but he can't settle, even after drinking the tea Donna had sworn would set him right. The dark blue cup is still in his hand, half drunk, sticky round the rim from the sugar Donna had spooned into the brew. He sets it down, well away from anything important and keeps wandering, drawn towards the door like he's in a stifling house and he's desperate for a breath of fresh air. 

It swings open under his trembling fingers and he leans forward, pressing against the forcefield until he can feel the chill of space on his skin. The urge to step outside hits him and he holds his breath until it passes, knowing it'll come back, especially now he's stirred up things he'd much rather have remained undisturbed. 

How can I glimpse the heavens, when I'm too broken to fly? The scrap of poetry floats through his mind, picked up from anywhere, oddly fitting as he gazes out into nothing. 

Oh God, he thinks, and a tiny bit of him is amused by that, that he's spent so much time around humans he's picked up one of their favourite phrases, but the bigger, deeper part of him - it hurts, like an old wound, poked and prodded and bled anew for no benefit. The urge to talk - confess - is still there, burning through him like poison and just as destructive, because for one bright, shining moment he'd thought he had someone who could understand. Who could share the shame and the horror and the pain of what he'd done. Who could understand why, why he'd had no choice and no other path, so many times. 

To have that door opened just enough for him to peek through before being so cruelly ripped away - it's another wound, one that's still bleeding and one he has no idea how to staunch. Even if he can, because the words - my confession - are bubbling on his tougne and he feels like he might just go mad if he can't let them out somehow. 

The tears are a surprise, because a man like him who has destroyed so much shouldn't be able to shed them any more. Once they start, he can't get them to stop, presses his forehead hard against the wooden door, knees crumpling under him until he's slumped on the floor, face inches from the darkness that holds nothing. 

He doesn't know how long he stays like that, tears salty on his lips like blood, just knows that the hole inside of him, the one that rips open a little bit more every time he fails, is getting deeper, growing so much he thinks it might consume him. 

“Doctor!” Real, warm arms wrap around him, drag him out of the ball he'd curled into. 

He hangs onto Donna, nails bending as he clings to her sleeve. There's nothing between the silence and the screaming, so he bites his lip, holds all the words he wants to say inside where they can only hurt him. 

“You're freezing,” she says, holding him tighter. “Come on.” She stands and takes him with her, muttering all the time about lanky streaks, but her voice is a balm he didn't know he needed. 

They hobble into the kitchen - it's warm, and he realises just how cold he actually is, and she stops, deposits him neatly on a chair and sits down opposite him, fingers splayed on the neat little tiled table Rose had picked up from a flea market on a planet he's done his best to forget, because thinking of her is just another knife in his back. 

“Talk to me,” Donna says, voice choked.

He glances up, sees her eyes are wet too, and digs his heel into his shin, as hard as he can, because he doesn't know how many people he's going to hurt before he gives up using them. He shakes his head, and she reaches across the table, sleeve brushing over yellow flowers glazed into the tiles, grabbing his hand and squeezing. 

“Talk to me,” she says again, tightening her fingers, and breaks the dam holding everything back. 

“Wait,” he says, voice hoarse already, and crosses to the control panel on the wall, hitting one button, because the only way he can get the words out is if she can't understand what he's saying. 

There's tea in the big striped pot still and she pours them each another cup, wrapping her hands around hers like it's a shield and she's clinging to any cover she can find. 

He takes a deep breath and talks, for hours-minutes-seconds, using words she has no hope of understanding. Switches languages when the words won't come, ignores the constant salty stream down his face until he falters, running out of words for once, because everything that's being boiling inside of him is finally out. 

He expects to feel better, but he doesn't, just tired and cold and sad, because Donna is looking at him like he might shatter at any second. He digs his heel into his shin again, lets the physical pain distract him from the anguish in her eyes. 

“I wish I could remember,” she says, voice heavy with everything she can't express. 

“No you don't,” he says, wanting to shout, but the word come out soft and flat and exhausted. He's cold like he rarely is - running hot is his nature, and he shivers, hands clenching around the cup. 

“Yes, I do.” She stands and takes the raggy patchwork quilt from the back of her chair, wraps it around his shoulders and tugs him to his feet again. “Yes, I do, because even a brain as big as yours shouldn't carry all this alone.”

“You didn't understand,” he says and stumbles to a halt. “You can't have!” Horror tickles through him, that he'd filled her mind with the nightmares that swarm through his. He braces one hand on the wall, because his legs are shaking just holding him up. 

“The words? No! Gobbledygook to me!” She reaches for him, eyes so soft and sorrow filled that he can't bear it, has to look away. “I saw your face, Doctor. I don't need words, not when everything you were remembering went across your face!”

“Donna,” he starts. “I'm sorry-” 

He's not sure where that sentence was going because she shakes him, hard enough to rattle his teeth together. Hard enough that he stumbles, the quilt falling to the floor. 

“Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me!” she snaps, hands still fisted in his shirt. “Everything I have now - everything - is because of you. So don't you dare apologise because the things you had to do haunt you!”

“I didn't have to do them,” he says, and thinks about the bad choices and the good choices and the impossible choices. The ones he made because he was the only one who could. The ones he made to save as many people as he could and the ones he made because there was nothing else he could have done. “I didn't have to. I could have just kept running,” he finishes, softly, and clears his throat, wishing the headache throbbing between his temples would go away. 

“Then maybe it's time to stop. Maybe that's why you're back.” She turns and nudges open the bathroom door, tugging him along after her. “Stay with me, when I go home. Live a human life for a while.” Let yourself grieve, she thinks, but keeps those words inside. “Stop running.”

“I can't,” he says, even though the idea makes his chest ache for a whole new reason. To be part of a family again, to have people around him, friends, noise and bustle and love in his life rather than the newly sterile silence of the Tardis. I can't, he means to say, again, but thw words that leave his mouth are “I don't want to be alone.”

“Then don't,” she says, and starts the bath running. “God knows it's a big enough house, and Grandad will be delighted to see you.” She turns, meeting his eyes for the first time since they left the table. “Doctor, please. Stay with us for a while.” 

There's a double meaning to her words he almost doesn't catch, thinks about how she found him, staring out into the nothing and the penny drops. 

He blinks suddenly stinging eyes, presses his lips together, because want and need and responsibility are all fighting inside of him and he's not sure what's going to win. “Okay,” he says, finally, quietly. “Okay, I'll stay.”

“Then get in the bath, spaceman, and let's go home.” She picks up a pale green towel, and presses it to his chest, pulling him into a quick hug. “Let's go home,” she says, again and leaves him to his bath. 

He strips and settles into the hot water, closing his eyes, and finds the ache inside of him has finally started to fade.

Thank you for reading this! If you enjoyed it, please can you reblog? I do *adore* likes but they don't share the fic sadly! ❤️

[the-amber-raven]

words, how much they mean when paired with love

I have a sleep deprivation headache now but my god we scraped in at the eleventh hour before the next episode airs.

The one constant in Bobby’s life was failure. He loved and he tried and he obscured the truth with pretty words but none of it was enough to mitigate the harm his actions inevitably wrought on those he loved. His family begged to differ. – Or, the one where Bobby’s family spend time in him in his hospital room after 7x09 Ashes, Ashes and remember all the good he’s brought into their lives (which, of course, contradicts any notions of failure.)

Words: 15,028 | Genre: Family. So much found family feels.

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[compactstella]

Watching The Mentalist again and I'm wondering if anyone knows of stories that take off from the tag scene of episode 14 of 5th season, Red in Tooth and Claw? The poker scene with Jane and Lisbon ending with Jane saying "I'm going to smoke you"

[youchangedmedestiel]

My six first Destiel fanfics

I'm self promoting my fics. I hope you'll enjoy reading them. If you already did, thanks A LOT, I really appreciate it.

I hope they will make you smile at least :)

WITH SMUT:

Salty Dean

Cas has been human for months now. Sam, Dean and Cas go on a hunt together. It is supposed to be an easy salt and burn. And it is, but the watchman of the cemetery surprise them, because of the fire they start in the grave. So they have to run, Dean and Cas on one side and Sam on the other. Dean and Cas end up in an alleyway and do more than running.

Inspiring Fanfiction

After episode 10x05, Dean discovers fanfics about Destiel thanks to Marie, the high school girl that directed the musical play about their lives based on Chuck's books. She sends him some fic links to read. That’s how Dean ends up reading the one fiction that disturbs him in a way he couldn’t have imagine.

Happy 15th anniversary

Cas and Dean woke up in their bed together on the morning of their 15th anniversary. They met 15 years ago and remembered what happened that day. They decided to celebrate this together, as they should.

WITHOUT SMUT:

Leaving with memories from the future

(Warning for light angst). When his future self goes on a mission and leaves him tied up in a cabin, Dean manages to escape and goes find Cas. Chuck tells him where he is and when he enters his cabin, he is surprised by what happens. Cas knows who he is but he acts like he didn't notice.

Cosy Sunday morning

After defeating Chuck, Sam and Eileen are together and Cas and Dean too. They all keep hunting while switching teams. Sam and Eileen are out of the bunker on a witch hunt, while Cas and Dean rests lazily in their bed to recover from their previous werewolf case. Dean just likes lying on Cas. Fluff ensues. (Maybe some smut in a future chapter, I don't know yet).

Beautiful soul

At the end of episode 10x03, Dean is cured from being a demon by Sam and Cas's intervention. Sam leaves searching for drinks and food and Cas goes to check on Dean in his room. He enters Dean’s room but doesn’t tell him that he looks terrible, on the contrary. He can finally see his beautiful soul again.

[usaonetwothree]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS (TV 2003) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee, Abby Sciuto, Jethro Gibbs (minor) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canonical Character Death, Episode: s03e01-02 Kill Ari (NCIS), Episode: s03e01 Kill Ari Part I (NCIS), Episode: s03e02 Kill Ari Part II (NCIS), Sick Anthony DiNozzo, Protective Team, Team as Family, Missing Scene Series: Part 6 of NCIS Fix-Its Summary:

“He hit?” Abby shook her head. “But he’s wet and coughing. And not the good kind of cough, Gibbs. The very, very bad plague-y kind.” She looked up at him, sad eyes wide. “Dr. Pitt warned us about him relapsing...” Gibbs leaned over and kissed the side of her head, his actions belying the churning in his gut. “Not on my watch, Abs.”

Or, Kill Ari Parts I and II with Tony still recovering from the plague interleaved between canon events.