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sam-the-friendly-ghost · 1 year

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Sam's Chats to the Void: TMNT 2014

Welcome back to one of my chats with the void. This one has sat in my head as part of a larger chat, but it's such a big topic i thought I would post this by itself. This is a long one, and is practically an opinion piece. Feel free to have your own opinion, and tell me why I'm wrong. Also I liked the movie, i just feel like it could've been better. I'm being really harsh in this because i enjoyed it enough to care about it. anyways here's the chat.

I enjoyed the live action 2014 TMNT movie, but… What happened in it? I actually asked myself what happened when the credits rolled. It started really slowly like it was trying to hide the fact we were watching a TMNT movie, and then everything happened all at once.

April got fired for being into conspiracy theories, 3 of the turtles were taken, and drained of their blood, there was a chase scene, and then they fought the shredder, and saved New York.

I got so excited when Raph was the only one not taken, because that would mean the movie was Raph centric, but then nothing happens with Raph. I thought it would be cool if Raph had to find a way to keep his brothers safe, while saving New York. I thought he would go save his brothers, they would be weak from the blood loss (Maybe one of them can’t even stay awake), and Raph would be forced to navigate how to save New York without fighting, because he wouldn't be able to take the Shredder on by himself. It seemed to be more of a character driven story than a plot driven one. Alas I was wrong because some really bad movie medicine later and all of the turtles are fine, and they go beat the shredder.

(Also the turtles are called box turtles, but you can see before they mutated they were very clearly red eared sliders. Usually calling an animal by the wrong species name would be fine, but red eared sliders are very identifiable, and it felt like when you watch a movie and someone plays the piano obviously wrong. Like you don't have to know the piano to know that you have to press the keys to make a sound. Side rant over.)

I think it could've been a really good movie, but they spent their time muddling up their story. Was it about beating the shredder? Raph? April? I don’t know because they tried to tell every story.

If it was supposed to be an April story, April should've had more weight in the narrative. If it was a Raph story he should have learned something. If it was a beat the Shredder story they should've followed through on the idea of “If this tower goes down New York is screwed.” The tower fell, and that could've been when the plot really got started, but they ignored the reason why they didn't want the tower to fall.

Fixing 2014 TMNT:

I don't know if I’ll write this or not, but if I were to try, and fix this story, and tell every story it was trying to tell I would split it into parts.

Part 1: April O’neil. This mostly stays the same. April is looking for a big story, gets called crazy, gets fired from her job for getting into conspiracies etc. She gets proof of the turtles, and who they are, and tells a bad guy. Give her a reason to tell the evil scientist guy, like, she thinks the turtles need to be cured, something that puts her against the turtles (that comes from her not the bad guy). Evil guy tells her to carry a tracker on her, and the next time she sees the turtles she can alert them to her position. Kinda like Karai in 2012. She gets there, realises she messed up, and the lair is destroyed.

Part 2: Raph, and April. Some things change here, but not a lot. Raph is furious at April since she gave away their location, and is the reason his brothers got taken. He is right to be mad, but because he is mad he is blind to the fact he needs help to save his brothers. Raph starts tracking down his brothers alone, but because it’s winter he can't make the journey to the mansion. During this time April is trying to find out how she can fix this, and with some advice from the camera guy she decides to follow Raph. Camera offers his car, and they're off to the mansion where they pick up Raph on the way. Raph, when he’s found, knows he can't get there with the snow, and has cooled off enough to tentatively accept April’s help. When he arrives it again is mostly the same, but the adrenaline thing is gone. Instead he gets there, and his brothers are getting weaker, but currently okay, maybe Mikey isn't doing too well because he’s smaller. Upon his brother’s rescue they can fight, but they are running on their own adrenaline that wears off when they escape.

Part 3: Stop the Shredder. The chase scene is either extremely short, or scrapped completely, but on the way Raph sees his brother's conditions. While he has his brothers back, he still has to step up, and deal with the Shredder alone. This is where major changes would happen. Instead of a big battle between the shredder, and the turtles on the roof, Raph has to figure out how to save New York without confronting the shredder. At this point the audience has seen how Raph can be impulsive, so they will be curious how he will come out on top. The answer, get his brothers to a safe place, and using some phones he keeps them safe while being able to get help from them. He needs help figuring out how to get to the top, and Leo gives him a plan. He needs to disarm the bomb, and Donnie walks him through it. He can’t do it alone, he needs his brothers. April still gets to do the shoot off thing with the evil scientist guy. Raph manages to get the bomb disarmed, but that's when the Shredder finds him. The phone breaks, he loses the connection with his brothers, and it's time for the finale.

Part 4: The finale. The shredder's plan could still work if he takes down the tower with the poison container attached to the side. Raph fights as hard as he can, but he can't do it. He is losing, and after some cool battle choreography Raph is thrown off the building but caught by his brothers who were given just enough time to get to Raph after the call was dropped. Raph thinks he failed, and we watch the shredder take down the tower, and…. Nothing happens. April in the background of the Shredder vs Raph fight was climbing up the tower, and taking the poison off. She was able to do this, and sneak away without the shredder’s notice because Raph held on for so long. End film

Make 2 movies with 2 parts each, and you get a major battle to end each movie and a COHESIVE STORY. You can tell the first movie is about April, and Raph. The second one would be building off the first one, and be about Raph, and stopping the shredder.

I didn't change a lot (except the end), I just made everything hold weight in the story.

Obviously it would be hard to sell a company on a movie that depends on another movie, and MANY things would have to change to make this story work. BUT it doesn't change my point.

A story get's muddled the more you try to do, and if you try to do too much nothing happens. This is part of a bigger conversation with the void about what makes a good story, and how I can apply it to my own story telling.

I've found I need a goal for my story. My goal can be to make someone think, or it can be to have fun writing it. I try to limit myself to 1 or 2 goals that are extrememly clear to ensure my story doesnt get muddled.

(Ex: My goals for 'The story of future boy' are to (spoilers) give a realistic depiction of toxic friend relationships, and show why a kid should never fear their life in a school. Both of these are heavily based on my own personal experiences. Meanwhile in 'Winter for Cold Blooded Turtles' my goal was to write something fluffy that I could make small character mistakes in, and not have them matter. This was because i had a massive migraine, and I didn't have the ability to think too hard, but i wanted to write.)

I'm cutting this off here since this is too big a topic for one post. Expect more about story telling as time goes on though, because I have so much to say on this.

#Sam the friendly Ghost #Sam's Chats to the Void #TMNT #2014 tmnt #tmnt bayverse #rant #rambles #i wrote this over a month ago #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt

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chcsinghcppiness · 1 year

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Verse One - teen billy

In this verse, Billy gets portrayed during his teen years, especially during the events of the movie. Driven by revenge and his emotions, he plans the murders of multiple people before the final showdown at Stu’s house where he gets shot by Sidney.

Verse Two - canon divergent

Billy survives the night Sidney stabbed him with the umbrealla and Gale shot him. Billy didn’t make his final move, believing he was slowly dying before he got recovered still alive and the ambulance brought him to the hospital. Billy received medical treatment and after a few months he was brought to court and pleaded guilty for his murders. He went to jail for two years and after getting into arguments and fights with cell mates, he was brought to a psychiatric hospital after he had killed one of his cell mates by choking him to death. He was only 18 when he was locked away in a single room and a doctor came to talk to him every day. And Billy changed. His whole behaviour changed. The sessions he went to helped him go through the process of his grief, releasing the anger and finally being able to let the past go. After 7 years, he was proven stable and Billy was sent back to prison for another 16 years. To be released for good behaviour, Billy was a free man again at the age of 42. Instead of moving somewhere else for a new start, Billy thought there was a lot to make up for and so he remained in Woodsboro, right before the murder in 2022 started.

It was known that Billy was free again and after Tara got attacked, police considered him the number one suspect and arrested him. Even though he declared his innocence, no one believed him and he was kept at the sheriff station for the time remaining. Even after the killing continued, police didn’t believe him a word since he had fooled them once and was marked a black sheep. After he found out that Sam was his daughter, he asked the police as for why he would be going after his daughter? He had no family left, his father abandoned him the moment the truth had been revealed and he had been alone for 25 years. Billy was longing for a family, and Sam was a part of his.

Police released him and he was tricked into being part of the bigger game and he found himself back at Stu’s house where it all started. Amber and Richie had never believed that their movie could become even better by not only framing Sam to be the maniac of the story but also her father being in the picture again. Billy was shot again, same way he was 25 years ago, laying on the floor bleeding. Sam killed Richie, Tara shot Amber and the nightmare was over. Billy had his chance to apologize to both Gale and Sidney that night, and spoke his sympathies for Dewey’s death. They all decided it was time to make a cut and move past this, leaving Billy back to finally start his new life.

He moved to New York with Sam and Tara after talking to them. Mad at their mother for abandon them as well, he promised to be there and look out for them.

Verse Three - canon divergent with @faeryworlds

Back in 1996, Billy and Sidney had their first time together before the final night, resulting in Sidney becoming pregnant. Sidney told him at the party the night at Stu’s house. He had a change of heart about what he had planned to do, knowing he could not risk to lose his child or its mother. He called things off and Stu was turning mad, not only trying to kill Sidney but also shooting Billy right through the heart. But he missed. Billy was on the floor, bleeding like hell before he was brought to the hospital for recovery. Sidney went on to kill Stu by pushing a telly onto his head but the truth had been revealed that Billy had been part of this nightmare and so Sidney broke up with him and never wanted to see him again. After his recovery, Billy was brought to court and received his life sentence. After that, Sidney found out that the baby had survived the horror she had been through, and not only was she carrying one child but two. Torn between having the babies or not, she decided to not kill any more lives and have the babies. Billy had tried multiple times to reach out to Sidney, trying to explain himself. And she only went once to see Billy. She never told him about keeping the babies or that it had been two. She made a cut, telling him to leave her alone and he never saw her again.

Billy worked hard on himself the next years, making sure he saw psychiatrist every day to deal with his trauma and pain. And only fifteen years later he was released from prison for good behaviour. Billy knew it may be a bad idea to go see Sidney but he was in a better place now and he wanted to at least tell her how sorry he was for what he did. Sidney wasn’t home to that point, she had been on tour promoting her book. And that’s where he met his children. Hayley had opened the door, when she told him her mother wasn’t home. And Billy was quick to collect the pieces together, knowing Sidney had kept the baby. Hayley found the situation rather weird before her brother Riley appeared behind her. And Billy knew there had been two of them. Shocked by the news, he didn’t tell them his name or anything, just leaving them back in confusion.

Sidney returned a few days later, her final stop of the tour being in Woodsboro and Billy went to see her. He had lots of questions but before Sidney had even the chance to tell him to leave her alone, the police interrupted them by revealing the bloody knife in the trunk of Sidney’s car. The killing started again and Billy was immediately framed the number one suspect and brought to the sheriff station. Of course, he declared his innocence but no one believed him and so he was kept inside. The killing continued and Billy was kept away until the killers were revealed. Sidney felt a little sorry for blaming Billy again and agreed on giving him at least a chance to get to know his children. He did try his best and Hayley seemed to be okay by getting to know her father while Riley had a rather tough start with him. He didn't want to spend his time with a framed killer and he did everything to go against him. But only two years later, Hayley suddenly turned out to be the trouble child while Riley slowly came to peace with his father. He was giving him a chance, seeing the way he tried his best every day. During this time, a few little sparks came up between Sidney and Billy again but they quickly faded after it came out that Sam was his daughter and that Billy had cheated back then on Sidney. The trust was gone and Sidney decided it was time for a change. She had offered her kids to come along but both denied her offer. Riley felt better sticking with his father and watching out he stood out of trouble, and Hayley didn’t want to leave her brother. But as soon as Hayley turned 18, she left Woodsboro along with Sam. She had offered Riley to go with her but he decided to stay with his father once again.

In 2022 the murders started again, kicking it off by hurting Tara and Riley. Billy was once again the first suspect but after a few questions he was free to leave and he was actively helping to find the killers. Though, he had proven more than once that he had been staying on the right path, it seemed like people were still lacking trust in him and so he was still the number one murder for the group of teens. He decided to keep himself more in the background until he was dragged into the game when he got attacked too. The final showdown at Stu’s former house brought them all back together, even Sam and Tara who were trying to leave again. Billy got knocked out, kept in a little chamber until Richie and Amber had their finale. He was found by Hayley, who freed him after Richie and Amber died.

After these events, Billy decided it was better to finally leave Woodsboro, and start somewhere knew. And so he moved along with Hayley and Riley, just as Sam and Tara and her group of friends to New York City. That’s where the story continues...

Verse Four - ghost ( inspired by the ahs murder house )

In this verse, Billy is a ghost. After he dies, his spirit remains in Stu’s house along with the rest of the people he and Stu killed there. He can be seen by those he want to be seen and inside the walls of the Woodsboro Murder House he’s able to kill everyone who’s trying to buy the house. On Halloween nights, his spirit is allowed to be seen by everyone and he’s able to continue living his life as a 16 year old teen and leave the house for the entire night. During this special night, he does let out his anger on innocent people, killing them and continuing the legacy he wanted to built as a living person.

#;character verse #;verse { billy loomis }#;scream

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munsonsduchess · 3 years

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Hello there, lovely duchess <3

I'd love to see what you come up with for prompt #8!

Take care! :)

-bee

summary: You and Bucky are FWB and you've been together for a while now but that's all about to change warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing, gambling (don't do it kids), mentions of smut a/n: yeah so this took an age and that's because my motivation went on vacation and i had to wrangle it back through customs

Prompts from this list

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You’d met the Avengers when Tony had finally had enough of your constant nagging and had agreed to let you meet the team he always spoke so much about - not to mention you wanted to see the people he couldn’t stop complaining about in the flesh - so he’d finally relented and introduced you to everyone as only Tony knew how. With a party.

You’d been so excited to meet everyone you hadn’t even minded when the dark brooding man at the bar had spilled your drink on your dress, he was too handsome for you to be mad and with the gleaming metal arm on his left side there was only one person he could be,

“It’s perfectly alright Sergeant Barnes, it’s just a drink” you’d given him your best smile and offered to buy him a drink instead but he’d refused and you hadn’t seen him the rest of the night. Much to your dismay, he’d been someone you’d been looking forward to meeting the most.

In Bucky’s mind anyway he wasn’t planning on getting too close to you, figuring that if you were Tony’s friend there was a high chance you were just another upper east side park avenue princess. A socialite who only cared about wealth and who she could be photographed next to in newspapers and he didn’t have time for that anymore. He was a different man now.

Then you were around more often, spending time at the compound with Natasha, getting lunch with Wanda, offering to bank roll the team since you had “more money than I know what to do with” and it didn’t seem fair for Tony to have to do everything when he had a family to support as well.

Slowly but surely you wormed your way into the team’s hearts and it got to the point where everyone was asking Bucky what his issue was with you, why did he not like you? Had he even spoken to you?

Bucky had brushed off every question, he’d just ignored the needling and the nagging until finally he couldn’t. He’d blown up at Peter who’s eyes had gone wide as the teenager stuttered out an apology. Bucky hated himself for it, even more so when everyone was walking on eggshells around him afterwards, even Steve and Sam who knew him best.

He’d gone out to clear his head and off all the gin joints in all the world you had to be in the one he chose. With your warm smile and offering to buy his drinks, telling the bar staff to put everything on your tab despite Bucky’s protests that he could buy his own drinks. You just rolled your eyes at him and moved to sit next to him instead.

It ended up with just the two of you in the bar that night, your cheeks rosy from the alcohol and your eyes glassy with tears of joy as you listened to his stories and laughed at his jokes. Maybe you weren’t as bad as Bucky originally thought but he still wasn’t planning on getting closer than he needed to, until you’d put your hand on his thigh when you settled the tab and offered to split a cab.

You’d both ended up tangled in your bedsheets, laughing and joking, gasping and moaning well into the night. It had been a while for both of you and this release was definitely needed, plus you’d ended up teaching Bucky a few things when the initial groping like horny teenagers had worn off.

You’d also introduced him to the term ‘friends with benefits’ which is where you found yourself currently. Of course you both went on dates separately but you found yourself cancelling plans more and more to spend time with Bucky instead. To be curled up on the couch watching a terrible movie which was usually forgotten about halfway through for other more entertaining activities that could be partaken in on a couch.

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Maybe it was silly of you to think you could resist having feelings for someone like Bucky, someone so kind, caring, funny and someone you felt so comfortable around but that’s exactly what happened. You’d woken up one morning with the smell of him cooking in your apartment kitchen with the radio playing something you didn’t really care about. You’d curled up in the blankets on the bed and revelled in the domesticity of the whole situation and it had struck you. You really cared for this man and not just as a random hook up.

The only problem was, did Bucky feel the same? Everyone else seemed to think so, when you’d spoken to Steve and Sam and Natasha and Wanda and even Scott they’d all seemed to think you and Bucky were already a couple. So you’d enacted a plan, was it your smartest plan? Probably not. Were you going to do it anyway? Damn straight.

You’d created a new tinder profile and specifically matched with the most boring man you could find. The poor bastard had no idea what he was in for or why you’d decided to go out with him but you needed him to be the human equivalent of the colour beige for the plan to work.

Bringing the man around the compound to meet the team, telling Bucky you couldn’t spend time with each other sexually anymore since you and … Dave were serious now and it wasn’t right to cheat on your boyfriend.

Bucky to his credit had wished you well and was happy you’d found someone, outwardly anyway. He’d known the ‘relationship’ the two of you had couldn’t last, that of course you’d move on and find someone worthy of your time and attention. Did it hurt? Like a bitch but he was going to be the bigger man.

Or at least he had wanted to be. The more you brought Dave around the more Bucky wondered what the hell you were doing with a man like that, he couldn’t make you laugh the way Bucky could, where your nose would crinkle in the middle and you’d gasp for breath. He didn’t know how you liked your coffee in the morning, iced usually and loaded with sugar. He sure as shit didn’t know how you liked to be touched.

It had come to an ugly head one evening when you and Dave had gone for dinner, in a restaurant you and Bucky would hang out in all the time. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, that and the asgardian mead that Thor had left on his last visit. Bucky had taken a shot for some dutch courage and driven his bike straight to the restaurant pushing past the staff who tried to stop him,

“Y/N” he yelled, causing you to look at him with wide eyes and a surprised expression.

“Bucky, what are you doing here? Is everything alright? Did something happen to Steve or Sam?”

“Forget them and forget this guy too, you’re coming with me” he reached down to where you were sitting and wrapped his metal hand around your upper arm, “come on”

“Bucky no, I’m on a date I can’t just leave!” you protested, “David, I'm so sorry about this”

David opened his mouth to say something but a glare from Bucky told him that wasn’t a wise move. Instead he seemed to shrink back into his seat under the weight of Bucky’s icy glare,

“Come on doll” Bucky said again, hoisting you up from your seat by his grip on your upper arm, “we’re leaving”

“James Barnes! I am not your property, let go of my arm right now! If you have something you want to talk about we can talk about it later, I am with David and you have no right to barge in here like this!”

“The hell I don’t”

“Leave James, we’ll talk about this later”

Bucky was about to rebuke you again but was interrupted by a man in a fancy suit clearing his throat, apparently you and Bucky had caused enough of a commotion that several guests had complained and now both of you were being asked to leave. Which suited Bucky just fine. He grabbed you and pulled you from the booth ignoring your cries and protests and simply pulled you along with him until you both were stood at his bike,

“Come on”

“No! You do not get to manhandle me like you own me and then act like nothing is wrong, if you had something you wanted to talk to me about we could have done it like grown ups”

“Oh yeah? Like Dave? Is that what you do with him? Talk like grown ups?”

“What David and I do is none of your business Barnes”

“It is my business cause you’re my business, you’re my girl not his!”

You blinked at Bucky a few times before you huffed out a laugh, that was definitely confusing. Why were you laughing?

“Oh my god! You couldn’t have said something earlier? You had to make a scene? How am I supposed to come back here now?” you were still laughing, “not to mention I owe Steve $50 because he bet you couldn’t last the month”

“Wha? You and Steve had a bet goin’ about me lastin’?” Bucky was beginning to get agitated now, what the hell were you and Steve betting on?

“Yeah! I mean honestly Buck did you think I really liked David? He’s the most boring human being alive! I mean yeah he’s nice enough but oh my god of course I wasn’t serious about him!”

“Then why were ya out with him?”

“To see what you would do!” you said exasperatedly. Bucky raised his eyebrow, what the hell did you mean by that? “Oh my god how can you be this dense, it’s you I want to be with Barnes, not David. You! So I picked David to see if you would just let me be or if you felt the same way!”

“Wha? You couldn’t have just asked me?” Bucky shoots back, “you had to make this whole convoluted plan?”

“Right because if I’d asked you you’d have said you wanted whatever was best for me and if I wanted to see other people that would be fine and you’d never tell me what you really wanted. At least now I know” you said batting your eyelashes at him “you like me, you called me yours”

Bucky groaned and ran a hand down his face. He’d been an actual idiot. He’d told himself he was fine with you seeing other people, that this was just how the modern world was like. He couldn’t expect to hold onto someone like you forever. Now he’d gotten you kicked out of your favourite restaurant and had put his hands on you in a way he swore he never would. That being said, none of that would have happened if you’d been honest with him, no matter what you thought he’d say to you. Now here you were batting your eyelashes at him like nothing had happened,

“Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!”

“Oh shut up and kiss me Barnes”

That he could do. Repercussions from his actions be damned. You were his. All his.

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orionshounds · 3 years

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I’ve been knee deep in dsmp lore streams and I just want to ramble about it

Dream smp lore is so good, it’s so good!!! Not only is the story itself just fascinating, but how it’s presented so uniquely through the medium of minecraft of all things is just so cool. One of my favorite parts of the lore is seeing how everyone on the smp has their own “style” they present it in, and watching them find the way they find the most enjoyment in is so cool. Literally no two streamer’s lore stream quite like each others and it’s just incredible! It just speaks to the flexibility of roleplay as an artistic medium and really shows everyone’s individual personalities.

Wilbur was dramatic as hell and wrote eloquent speeches. He started a drug operation under the guise as a country, and it lead to a revolution in which he was able to explore the spiral of a man who loses control of everything he had built. And after his arc and he wanted a break from the server? He created ghostbur, an amnesic comic relief with just enough touch of tragedy that he is still able to make heartbreaking monologues when he wants to.

Tommy is able to run around with his friends and cause as much chaos to his heart’s extent, but there is so much more than meets the eye. He is incredibly social and isn’t afraid to start conflict with a lot of people, bringing them into the roleplay. He doesn’t back down from storytelling either. His character goes through terrible situations and he fully explores the trauma that comes from those experiences. His character goes against the “stereotypical” trauma I see alot in media; instead of being shy or scared he’s reactionary, he’s angry, he’s violent, he’s depressed. I’m actually really impressed with the heavy subject matter this 17 year old teen has managed to portray (I’ve connected with it quite personally at certain points), while still being able to keep the light hearted fun that’s so intrinsic to his personality.

Tubbo isn’t really interested in serious lore as much. Even in dire moments he tells jokes and just has fun. So, in his recent lore, he just streams as normal while putting mysterious writing on screen that he doesn’t acknowledge or have to explain, which I think is just a genius work around for him to participate in lore. He still has his dedicated lore streams sometimes, and when he is in the acting zone he has some of the most powerful moments out of everyone on the server.

Ranboo, while having stake in the greater smp lore, is much more character focused. He presents his lore through long monologues and fucking heart-wrenching voice acting. He loves working in themes of horror and causing a specific feeling in the viewer. So he chooses specific music as a themes for events/characters and creates visual queues in his overlays to draw out that desired reaction. He also values improve a LOT, if something unexpected comes up he just runs with it and he has made huge changes to his lore as early as 30 min before a stream.

Technoblade, while arguably one of the most powerful people on the server, prefers a more light-hearted yet dramatic approach to lore. When Dream was at his house looking for Tommy, Techno had no problem joking around and making fun of him for being homeless. He tore down an entire nation on the server and had so much fun doing it! He’s more of an antagonist than a true villain in my opinion. And lets not forget how dedicated he is to the game, he’s cracked at the craft. He spends hours grinding and creating farms on the smp, for amazing pay offs (his several vault reveals, the withers, etc), most of which weren’t even on stream!

Karl Jacobs is extremely social, so he created Tales from the smp as a way to involve TONS of people in lore while exploring the past and future of the server (it was also a way for viewers who weren’t that well versed in dsmp lore to join and not have to worry about it!). And through this premise, he took the opportunity to develop his own character on the smp; making an incredibly tragic story of a time traveler trying to save his home while slowly loosing his memories. Not to mention the beautifully shot cutscenes of the Inbetween and the Other Side. He includes so many people behind the scenes as well, collabing with other members on lore, hiring building teams and people to make intros and credit scenes, and promoting fanart and fansongs from the community!

Quackity explores his lore through heavily scripted events and amazingly shot cut scenes. While the way he expresses his lore comes at the cost of improv, the payoff of the visuals and story is well worth it! The shots he makes of the smp is downright gorgeous, no to mention he’s the first person to include irl footage in his lore (not counting facecams)! He’s not afraid of thoroughly examining his own character, being one of the only people I can think of that shows us “past events” leading up to something that has already happened.

Badboyhalo, Antfrost, Ponk, Skeppy, Captain Puffy, Punz, Awesamdude, Hannahxxrose all work together on shared lore and the payoff is amazing! By introducing the Egg, a constant antagonistic force that constantly pulls on character’s relationships with each other, everyone is able to stream together to battle for or against the egg! There’s also plenty of room for people to do individual lore that's more intimate to their respective character. They spend hours changing vines, putting up posters, slowly shaping the smp in a way that makes it exciting to watch streams to see just what has changed everyday. Because there’s so many people necessary to tell the egg’s story, it does comes at the cost of time (the egg has been around FOREVER). However, they all work together super hard and I just admire their commitment to the story they’re trying to tell!

And Sam! He has several different “Modes” his character is in (and an entirely separate character, Sam Nook) that he gets to explore lore with. He’s a terrifying warden, he’s a money motivated businessman, he’s a conflicted lover, he’s a traumatized victim of the egg, and just so much more. Through having so many different “roles” in the rp he gets to explore relationships and plotlines with a whole array of people. Not to mention he’s absolutely cracked at redstone and has some of the most impressive builds on the server.

And Puffy! So much of her lore is calling into question the morality of the server and really makes you step back and think critically about the characters. Her character also has, in my opinion, one of the most interesting relationships with Dream, the main antagonist of the entire server, which is just fascinating to watch unfold. Not to mention she’s one of the first people to start exploring the backstory of her character!

George doesn’t exactly do lore. In fact he’s slept through so much of it it’s become a meme. And you know what? That mad man took that and ran with it. He explains his absence in the story by having his character literally being asleep through it, creating mystery where there used to just be an absence. He’s able to goof off with his friends and have borderline nonsensical streams, then at the end sucker punch the audience emotionally by “waking up” and have the viewers question just what was real and what wasn’t?

The smp has the freedom for people who want more independent lore to be able to explore their character’s that way as well!

Hbomb, Connereatspants, and Purpled don’t have a lot of lore on the smp, generally only coming on to have fun with everyone, but when they do have their moments it unfolds in very interesting ways!

Sapnap, Eret, and Schlatt maybe aren’t as active as some other people, but when they are on they actively participate in lore and have lasting impacts on the story (Ex: Eret’s betrayal, Sapnap’s visit to dream in the prison, Schlatt becoming president).

Philza mostly does his own thing, improving the server or making some bomb ass builds. He has incredibly devastating roles in lore (killing wilbur, blowing up L’manberg for the final time, starting the syndicate with Techno), but he also has quieter moments that speak to the depth his character has, such as fishing with fundy or reminiscing about his dead son and how it went so wrong. Like Techno, he doesn’t like to take lore completely seriously, often laughing no matter what’s happening or teasing chat after something big goes down, but his character is solid with a lot of potential for future lore.

Foolish has only started on his character and its already super interesting. The hints at his dark past as a “god of death” and his current conflict with the egg are intriguing as fuck. Not to mention the MASSIVE builds he does for everyone, helping to progress their lore as well.

Fundy has a lot of freedom with his character to participate however much he wants in lore. While generally he’s a trickster who loves to prank people he has enough tragedy build into his backstory he’s able to break the viewer’s heart with a flip of a switch. Not to mention his recent, almost surreal, stream that explored his character’s disturbing dreams that may or may not predict the future.

Niki is very character driven, exploring her character's grief of losing her best friend and her anger of being ignored in the very country she helped create. She has incredibly emotional moments, and even though she’s on her own building an underground city she still participates in other lore via teaming with jack manifold or the syndicate.

Jack Manifold’s lore is VERY character focused, and while he’s described his story as a “B plot that occasionally intersects with the main plot”, the story he tells is still fascinating. Being pushed aside not taken seriously his whole life, his character develops into a fun cartoony-esque villain who begs to be taken seriously, that has the depth of a truly conflicted person who is torn between wanting revenge on everyone who’s done him wrong and just wanting a friend.

Last but not least, the man himself, Dream. The most fascinating thing about his lore is that absolutely none of it is from his pov. All we know about his character is only from what we see from everyone else’s povs, and in his case it leads to a very intimidating villain! Not to mention, mans owns the damn server and yet has made himself the main antagonist! He is the only character I consider a “true villain” on the smp. His voice acting and writing is downright sinister. I could write a fucking essay on how his character’s obsession with power has led him to the point he thinks himself an unstoppable god

Everyone on this server is stunning and I love all of them!!!!!

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‘Make me pretty doll’-Bucky Barnes x Reader

(GIF credit to @violet-blur)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi love! Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader writing? One where his favorite thing in the world is asking his partner to play with his hair at the end of a hard day because his love language is physical touch. I honestly just imagine him sitting down next to the reader, leaning his head down and saying something like “make me pretty, doll”’

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of violence/injury/ blood, LOTS AND LOTS OF FLUFF

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Bucky groaned as he sat up from the hospital bed, his hand gently holding onto the right side of his lower torso where he had been grazed during a mission. Dr Cho's technology was baffling to him. He had new skin where it had been previously torn off, bleeding profusely before he came back. There had been an ambush, the people they were tracking down somehow knew they were coming, and were able to disable all communications between them. Although they managed to complete the job, it was a messy one.

"Bucky," Steve said as he entered the room,"hey, you alright?"

"Good as new." Bucky chuckled, wincing as he put his t-shirt back on."I don't question this new technology anymore, I just let it do what it does best."

"Me neither, I don't ask for explanations either." Steve smiled, knowing his friend would be alright."Can't believe how south that mission went."

"Nothing we couldn't handle."

"Hey man," Sam appeared in the doorway,"you alright?"

Bucky nodded."Yep, becoming more bionic by the second."

Sam smiled at that."You heading back to your place?"

"Yeah."

"Need a ride? I'll be passing by on my way home."

"Thanks."

"Have you told (Y/N) about all of this?" Steve added.

"No, not yet. I'll tell her once I'm back."

His friends didn't know how (Y/N) usually reacted to this kind of thing. It was obvious that she would be worried about the man she loved. There had been bigger scraps than this last mission, however, Bucky had told her that this wouldn't be a tough job, the most he would get out of it was a few bruises. But Bucky knew she wouldn't be mad at him as soon as he explained. She would make sure he was fine, check his injuries, then everything was back to normal, they would forget about the entire thing.

The car ride wasn't quick enough for Bucky's liking. Sam was sticking to the speed limits, but Bucky wished they were a bit higher, he would be home sooner. He wanted to be with his girl. He was tired, hurt and overworked. Although the mission was (supposed to be) easy, it was out of the blue, meaning Bucky was robbed of time with (Y/N), which infuriated him. He hated the look on her face whenever he told her that he had to suddenly leave. She tried to hide her disappointment every time, (Y/N) never wanted Bucky to feel guilty, though that pained him even more. She sacrificed so much for him.

Once Sam had driven off, Bucky rushed inside, not even fumbling with the lock. He called out for her, repeating himself as he looked through the rooms.

"Hey, I'm here, I'm here," (Y/N) appeared, shocked by Bucky's tone of voice, he sounded panicked,"are you OK? Did something happen on the mission?"

Bucky let out a relieved sigh as he smiled, calming down and slowly approaching her. He slipped his arms around her, embracing her tightly, his head in the crook of her neck.

"Bucky?" she whispered, hugging him back."Are you alright?"

"Yeah doll." Bucky finally said after another minute of silence."Just happy to be back with you."

Although (Y/N) didn't want to end their hug (she loved being in his arms), she needed to properly check her boyfriend. Pulling away, she didn't miss Bucky squeezing her slightly, indicating that he didn't want her to let go. (Y/N) smiled as she took Bucky's face in her hands, trying to subtly scan over his face and body for injuries.

"How did it go today?" she asked.

"Not great. We got ambushed. But everyone is fine."

Bucky took one of her hands in his, guiding them upstairs. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He had never been so quiet after a mission. Usually he would tell her vague details, how everyone was and then ask her about her day. She wasn't saying she wanted attention, it was just different. She stayed silent as they walked into their room, turning to face Bucky. He just smiled softly down at her, still amazed by how beautiful she was. (Y/N) yelped in surprise as Bucky scooped her into his arms giggling as he walked towards the bed. He gently threw her onto it, crawling on after her. (Y/N) was still laughing but just as perplexed; he wasn't in the mood was he?

Everything clicked into place as Bucky laid on top of her, his head resting on her chest, legs tangled together. She hummed a in amusement as he snuggled into her.

"That bad, hm?" she started."Are you hurt?"

"Got some skin tear away as someone threw me across the floor. But I'm good now, there's this machine Dr Cho uses to...create new skin, to put it simply." Bucky propped himself on his elbow, lifting his t-shirt to show her."See, it's like nothing changed."

(Y/N) reached down, tenderly stroking her fingers across the area. She sighed."It is amazing."

"What's wrong?"

(Y/N) covered up her concerns with a smile."Nothing, just the usual worry for my superhero boyfriend."

Bucky looked into her eyes, sensing her lie. He simply pecked her on the lips, laying back down on her body."I'll always come back to you. We've had this conversation."

"I know."

(Y/N) didn't want to get into that topic again, neither did Bucky. There were too many 'what ifs' they had come up with. The scenarios they had spoke about were horrible, but it was necessary to talk about it, they had to have plans. Bucky wasn't in a normal job, he wasn't normal himself; he was technically over 100 years old, had a metal arm that was his weapon, had been brainwashed then saved and fought aliens, secret organisations and super villains every other day. They tried to not bring any of this up again. The couple knew it was important to look on that side of things, but they also loved in the moment.

Bucky sighed in content as (Y/N) started running her fingers through his hair. All he wanted was to relax, anyone could see that. His eyes closed as he relished in the sensation, lightly squeezing (Y/N)'a hip every now and then to let her know he was awake.

"Your hair is getting long again. Do you ever think you'll cut it short, like in those pictures you showed me?" (Y/N) pondered.

"If I can come back home to this, I'm never cutting my hair again." Bucky mumbled.

"You're so sweet. But isn't it getting in the way?"

"Think I should braid it? Like Thor?"

"Do you even know how to?"

"Do you think I have ever braided hair in my life?"

(Y/N) giggled."I don't know, you're an interesting character to say the least."

Bucky chuckled too, until he felt (Y/N)'s hand change motions."What are you doing?"

"Braiding your hair."

Bucky grinned."Make me pretty doll."

(Y/N) didn't answer, she was too focused. She had gone with a French plait, hoping there would be enough hair left to put into a man bun. It wouldn't be too tight, she wanted it to be comfortable for him, even if he took it out after five minutes.

"How do you put up with all this?" Bucky said after a while.

"Hm?" (Y/N) was still concentrating.

"Not knowing what state I'll be in when I come home from a mission. Being by yourself for weeks because I'm away. Having a boyfriend who is actually an old man-"

"You've already asked about this-"

"I'm asking again. You're amazing. I never thought I would find someone who would fit in with this lifestyle. Who would be OK with who I am, what I've done."

"I love you Bucky. I am in love with you. Who you were in the past is exactly that, in the past. It wasn't even you. I've fallen in love with a man who has gone through so much pain, but always puts my needs first. You've held me on days where I've cried over a bad day at work, which is nothing compared to yours. You immediately sprung to my rescue when I had that burglary four months into our relationship. You're the real Bucky now. The real you is coming out of its timid shadow and it's amazing how much you've grown. Steve told me a lot about you once we were stable, he wanted to make sure I was in it for the long run."

"And are you?"

"Unfortunately, you are very much stuck with me."

"How will I go on? Oh, I know, very happily."

"So cheesy."

"I thought I was sweet."

They laughed together. (Y/N) glanced at the bedside table, happy when she saw a lone hair band. Now finished with the plait, (Y/N) tilted Bucky's head so she could tie up what was left. When he laid his head back down, (Y/N) admired her work and the face of her boyfriend, kissing the top of his head.

"My best creation yet." she said.

"Do I look pretty?" Bucky joked.

"When do you not?"

"You've picked up your smooth talk from me you know."

"The student has become the master." she now started rubbing his back, her other hand stroking his cheek, along the stubble."You think you'll be alright? After your scrap?"

"Thought we weren't going to talk about it?"

"Just making sure."

"I'll be fine. A good night's sleep will sort me. But (Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

"Can you help me get to sleep tonight? This is so soothing."

"Anything for my soldier."

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Retrospective Review: Skyfall (2012)

So after QoS was generally considered to be a letdown after the impressive success of Casino Royale, there was a bit of a course correction required. It wasn't as if QoS was a bomb. Both Casino Royale and QoS were the highest grossing Bond films till then. But critically they needed to course correct a bit. Skyfall came in with a lot of hype since it came on the 50th anniversary of Bond in films. Sam Mendes came in and knocked it out of the park in Skyfall. In my opinion, Skyfall is second only to Casino Royale in the ranking of Bond films.

What is interesting about Skyfall is that it feels like it takes a significant step away from the previous two films. It feels aesthetically different from the previous two films and Bond himself is reinvented as someone at a different point in his life. While Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace were films with Bond as a new 00 agent. In Skyfall, he is an older agent, considered to be past his prime. So it seems like there is a big time leap in his career. The film has a fantastic opening action sequence, going from car chase, to bike chase, to fight on a train. You really feel Bond being pushed to his limit in this sequence. Yet, there are still very lovely iconic touches like when Bond leaps from the tractor into the train, he checks his cufflinks. Its really a small thing but it lends a lot of Bond's character. Skyfall is probably one of the most known Bond songs and it really lends to the mood of the film to follow.

The film's biggest strengths lie in the film making and in the performances from the actors who are all excellent across the board. The film has makes some bold choices when it comes to plot by making MI6 fallible. M in this movie is not at her best. She makes mistakes and a security leak happens as a result and people die because of the mistakes she made. There is also a legitimate argument to be made that she did wrong the villain and does manipulate Bond. As a result, she becomes an even more interesting character. If there is a true Bond girl in this movie, it is Judi Dench because she is front and center in this movie and the plot really surrounds her. Its by far her more substantial role in the franchise and she really makes the most of it. Her relationship both with Silva and Bond is fascinating, with Silva having almost an Oedipal complex with her whereas there is a clear maternal connection with Bond. Its a very fitting swan song for her.

There are a couple of other Bond girls in the movie. Naomie Harris makes an excellent debut as Moneypenny. If I am correct, I don't think we even know she is Moneypenny until the very end of the movie. But she's pretty badass from the very beginning and she has a nice witty banter with Bond. There is a nice and friendly sexual tension between the two. Its definitely a different Moneypenny from the previous eras but she is a welcome presence. One performance that doesn't get enough credit is Berenice Marlohe as Severine. She is actually pretty fantastic in the movie in a fairly brief role. She is enigmatic and seductive and a deeply tragic figure but her scenes are ones that really stick with me. Definitely the scene in the Casino is excellent.

We also get the reintroduction of Q, played by Ben Whishaw and he's immediately winning. It makes a lot of sense for the modern technology driven Q to be a younger man and its a fun switch of the dynamics between Bond and Q, where previously Q was sort of a mentor figure for Bond, here Bond is the elder person who makes fun of Q's age. One other character who is a surprise is Ralph Fiennes as Mallory. When he is initially introduced, he feels like a stereotypical government employee who is against Bond and M, but you slowly see that there is more to him than meets the eye and he's actually quite a badass himself and ends up being the new M by the end of the movie. Fiennes is great as he normally is. Albert Finney has a fun role in the last act and Rory Kinnear continues on as Tanner.

Javier Bardem's impact on this film is immense. What is interesting is that he doesn't appear until just a few minutes past the halfway mark of the movie. And even in the second half, he disappears for about 15-20 minutes after the hearing shootout. But his impact looms over the entire movie, even when he's not there. And that's a testament to his performance. He is brilliant in the role. He has an outstanding entry scene with a great monologue. You can just tell that Bardem is having a blast in this role. He manages to induce menace, rage, heartbreak, and madness. You genuinely feel some sympathy for his him because he isn't completely wrong. Its a performance that is truly right towards the very top of Bond villains and it elevates the movie a lot.

Daniel Craig is again fantastic here. He continues to give his all, both physically and emotionally in the role. The scenes between him and Bardem on the Island are some of the best acted sequences in the movie. And again, the dynamic between M and Bond sells because of how well both Craig and Dench play off each other. There are little touches that Craig does that I love so much. I already mentioned the cufflinks scene in the opening action sequence. Then there is a fight scene in a Casino where he and a goon fall into a pit and he spots a Komodo dragon and he is startled and points at it even, even when he is being picked up by the thug. Also, when he gets pissed off when he sees the DB5 get blown up in the climax. It doesn't sound like much, but it genuinely adds a lot to the character when you see it. He has good chemistry with all the cast and you even buy him when you see him struggling physically post the injury inflicted in the opening sequence. Its a performances where he delivers the humor, action, drama, emotion etc... and he does it all brilliantly.

As I mentioned earlier, the film making is terrific. Aesthetically, this film stands out and his beautiful to look at. Its no surprise that Roger Deakins is the cinematographer. There are just some gorgeous sequences throughout the movie, be it the fight in the empty office in Shanghai, the sequence in the Casino, the empty old house in the middle of nowhere, or the moors of Scotland in the climax. There is just a wonderful use of light to make every frame stand out. Sam Mendes also keeps the pacing tight. This is almost as long as Casino Royale, and just like that film, you don't feel the time. The only reason I rank this below Casino Royale is that the story telling isn't as tight as it could have been. For example, Silva's entire plan is really implausible when you think about it. No amount of preplanning would have led to everything happening exactly as he planned it because it requires a lot of random actions from people which he could definitely not predict. Then there is the fact that M endangers the ministers and everyone at the hearing despite knowing there is an eminent threat. Also, while the climax is spectacular and I get that Bond wanted to get Silva out of his comfort zone, but I still don't see how isolating himself in the middle of nowhere, with just M for backup against Silva and his entire army was a wise idea. Also, the film sets up the interesting notion that Bond is not at his best physically, but it sort of abandons the idea towards the end with Bond basically taking out Silva's whole army on his own. So there are some loose ends to the storytelling. But its easy to overlook them. The film also makes the brave choice to have Silva actually win since M dies in the end. So it is a bittersweet ending in a way. But its all done in a very satisfying manner.

Overall, its an excellent movie. Definitely top tier Bond and a very fitting movie for the 50th anniversary for Bond. A 9/10.

#skyfall #sam mendes #rory kinnear #tanner #naomie harris #eve moneypenny #ben whishaw #Q #M #berenice marlohe #severine #javier bardem #raoul silva #ralph fiennes #gareth mallory #007 #daniel craig #judi dench #roger deakins

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From All Sides (P.6)

Title: From All Sides (Part Six) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony. Tony is obsessed with a certain barmaid at port and showers her with gifts to try to bring her to his bed. She is resistant to his advances, her eyes elsewhere, specifically on her coworker, the cook. Although, that love is unrequited and always will be. The reader is forced into close quarters with Tony unexpectedly and sailing the sea, she slowly bends to his will. And he plans to give her all the affection he can to make sure she stays. Words: 2,280 Warnings (for the whole fic): Eventual smut, violence, angst, possessive behavior

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“Where the hell is she?” Tony practically shouted.

They had made rounds around the inside of the cavern for the last fifteen minutes, looking in game rooms and cabins where she might be. Tony had ignored everything Steve was saying up until that point, on a rampage to find her. Much to Steve’s annoyance because he had an idea where she might be and even more so, annoying that Tony himself had left Y/N on the beach and was now mad she had wandered off. He had just wanted to drink and sit on the ship.

Grasping the opportunity of Tony standing still, Steve stepped into his sights.

“I’m sure she’s fine. Vanko said a dark-haired ‘boy’. It was probably Peter!” Steve blurted.

“Peter?” Tony demanded.

Steve saw the jealousy already swimming and he said, “Yeah. Who else would come swooping in to rescue her to make sure that no one took advantage of her? He knows she’s with you and he doesn’t want to piss his captain off. He did it for you! She’s probably with him!”

“Where’s his cabin?” Tony said.

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Peter walked with you down the sandy path. “And he just… left you down here? By yourself?” You nodded and Peter frowned.

“You don’t judge me?” you asked. He shook his head and a sad smile reached you. “I know many are not followers of religion here – myself included – but it seems the mere idea of… being with a woman would cause scorn. Casting me out.”

You had already spilled everything to Tony and telling someone else you felt close to felt now like nothing. You had held it inside for so long. And for how Tony reacted, you thought yourself perhaps wicked for how you had acted and you wanted to be clean with everyone. Peter was reacting far differently than Tony though. And that was not entirely shocking; Peter was not pining after you. He was objective.

Peter shrugged and said, “It does not bother me in the slightest. Eloise was nice.”

Nice. As if that was the only thing that mattered. Nothing else. It was so simple when he put it like that.

“Yes… she was.”

“Is,” Peter corrected, giving you a bump with his shoulder for reassurance.

“Right. Is.”

Peter asked, “Do you really want to go back to our home port? To see if she is still there? I mean… you said yourself that you did not think she would ever return the feelings. So… do you think it would be worth it? To go back to settle for that?”

You sighed heavily. You could read the undertone of his words. You had someone here that actually returned your feelings.

But then he cut you off at the knees of that thought about Tony.

“I mean, going back to port makes sense if you are looking to find Adam.”

Turning your head towards him, you met his gaze. And you could see he could see the remorse in your eyes.

His shoulders slumped and he asked, “Did you… were you never considering him?”

Reluctantly, you admitted, some tears coming, “I didn’t know how to let him down easily. He was so kind. I would feel guilty doing it, but I still felt guilty not doing it.”

“May I have your problem some day of having multiple people after me,” Peter said. Your face fell and he quickly said, “I did not mean for that to come off as crass. I can see it was hard. I was… just trying to make light. It was not the time. Sorry.”

The two of you walked in silence for a while. The waves lapped at the shore, coming close to your own feet. The sand was wet, and it felt good beneath your bare feet, your shoes held in your hand. The moonlight was reflecting off the sea, lighting the beach. You could stay here… truly. Just build a house up further in the rocks and always have the sea to look out at.

Peter was still quiet, waiting for you to initiate again. You cleared your throat.

“No. I know. I had multiple people. Some dropped off after a month or so, but they kept coming. Tony was constant. And… I knew. I knew this whole time if it was anyone, it was going to be Tony. And I don’t mean that in a last resort kind of way. It’s just the one that made the most sense. But like I told you, I’m afraid of being left behind.”

“Maybe he would not leave you behind? He’s already brought you on the ship.”

“Out of necessity. I’m sure that will change. And then I’ll just be left to wait for him.” You scoffed, suddenly angry again about your exchange with him earlier. “And he was so indignant that I loved anyone but him.”

“He’s a jealous man,” Peter commented.

“He is!” you agreed. “He cannot stand it knowing someone else was in my sights! Even Adam! He cornered him you know? I know he was threatening him. I didn’t heart it but I could see it in their body language. I was a prize for him, and he was making sure no one else would win me but him.” You inhaled deeply before admitting. “But what he said was true. I kept him dangling. Because I could not face the fact that Eloise and I were not to be. And I may have fueled his jealous behavior by continuing to flirt and giving him the hope he needed to be persistent.”

Peter looped arms with you and leaned in. “If he really likes you, he’ll get over it.”

You snorted, holding him tighter. “Tony? Get over a slight? I will live to see the day. He could not even handle it when men merely flirted with me at the tavern when he was at port and witnessed it.” You exhaled deeply and said, “I shouldn’t have told him about Eloise. I was pretty far deep in a bottle and thought maybe it would be okay, but I should have known then he would be envious. Even more so now that we have laid together.”

You suddenly blanched, realizing what you had divulged and shot Peter an embarrassed look.

Peter recovered quickly and ran a hand through his hair. “Are you happy though?”

“Mostly.”

“’Mostly’?”

“Yes. He will take care of me, is far too handsome for his own good, and he is kind enough to me. And is not… unskilled in the bedroom.” Peter’s lip upticked at the corner and you elbowed him with the arm looped, causing him to grunt before the two of you laughed. “I just wish he had not gotten so angry with me for telling him my feelings. He is possessive. And his anger is so easily lit. A very short fuse.”

Peter shrugged as if it was simple. “Then let’s just stay out. You and me. We have this whole ocean. And we can go lay on the grass up there when we are done and watch the stars.”

“That sounds romantic.”

“Trust me, Y/N. I’m not after you. Not to insult but I have my eyes set on the sea.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sounds like someone else I know.”

“And there had been a girl at port.”

That piqued your interest. “Who?”

“Mary Jane.”

“The florist?” He nodded and you smiled, grasping his hand. “You two would make a fine match.”

“If we ever go back to port, she’ll be the first one I will look for.”

“Why not request to go back? We both have someone to look for?”

Peter shook his head. “No… I think I was driven from port with events beyond my control. Right now, I need to follow the tide.” You frowned and he shrugged. “If we are meant to be, we will find each other again.”

“I wish I was so easily able to go with the flow as you,” you told him.

Peter snorted now. He pushed you towards the waterline, your feet dipping into the wave that lapped at the sore. “Come on now! Have some fun! You deserve it!”

“We’re both drunk.”

“That’ll make it this much more fun! Come on. Tony was an asshole to you, and you need to blow off some steam!”

He was right.

You dropped your shoes onto the sand, further up away from where the waves would touch them, and he followed your lead. Bending over one foot at a time, Peter pulled his shoes off and tossed them. You tore your gown off, leaving you in your shift. Your gown fluttered to the ground closer but far enough away to ensure it would not be swept away.

The water was up at your waist before Peter swooped at you and drug you under with him. Your scream was lost as you closed your mouth at the last second to make sure you did not swallow any salt water. The water was reprieve, a cold bath.

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“Well, there she is,” Sam commented, stopping on the grassy path outside the cavern. They had been hiking up it to check around the island.

He pointed down the cliffs and found Y/N only yards away from where her and Tony had been down on the beach. And there was a dark-haired boy with her. Peter, it looked like. And they were swimming together.

Tony rolled his eyes to high heaven before turning around and making to go back down.

“We need that boy. The food has been so much better with him the last couple weeks,” Steve hissed at Bucky and Sam. “Please don’t let him do anything rash. He’s still beyond drunk! Be on my side!”

Without waiting for them to answer, he turned and followed Tony quickly.

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Storming up to the edge of the waves, Tony shouted, “Y/N!”

She had just surfaced and had not heard him. He bellowed her name again over the waves and she turned her head towards him.

Her expression darkened as she recognized him, brushing her hair away from her forehead, and she shouted back, “What the hell do you want, Tony?”

Tony bristled at her attitude.

“Get out of the damn water!” he demanded, coming into the waves. “Come to my cabin!”

“No!” she snapped, still holding onto Peter’s arms. Peter was looking at Tony uncomfortably, nervous. “You’ve made your feelings clear! I’m just a whore, remember! I should sleep in any bed!”

Tony started coming through the waves, his legs dragging in the current until he was almost knee deep, stopping again. “I will not have you sleeping anywhere but my cabin! Get. Over. Here. Now!” She huffed disobediently, and he shouted, “Before I lose my fucking temper!”

His shout seemed to get through to her.

She shot Peter a look before pulling away from him. He followed her still all the same and Tony fought the monster clawing away inside his chest. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, he yanked her to him and she stumbled in the water.

“If anything makes you look like a whore, it’s being in your underdress with a man under the moonlight! And not to mention, kissing another merely an hour before!” She opened her mouth to argue and he spat, “Save it!”

He demanded you pick up your dress and shoes. You angrily followed his directions, and he took a tight hold of your wrist again, yanking you close once more. Over your shoulder, he told the men he had brought with him, “We’re going to my cabin. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you for your assistance. Please, grab one a bottle from the bar and put it on my tab.” They seemed to perk up that. His eyes fell on Peter and he sneered, “Get yourself dressed, boy. You’re going to be needed for breakfast sooner rather than later.”

With that, he pulled you behind him up the path towards the cavern again. But he was not taking you towards the cabins, he was taking you towards his ship. He was silent, ignoring your questioning. As soon as you were into his quarters again though, he propelled you in front of him, letting go. You stumbled, trying to catch your balance as he turned away and closed the door behind him. You threw your dress and shoes on the ground, pissed off.

He was on you in a second, a finger held up in warning. “I’ve had quite enough of your games, Y/N! I have been patient! I have given you choice and time and—FUCK! All the time in the world! You’re here with me now and that’s how it is going to stay! No more pussyfooting around!”

“I’m not pussyfooting—”

“This is where you stay,” Tony interrupted roughly, his finger pointed downwards at the hardwood of the cabin, his gaze burning into you. “You do not step foot off the ship but also, this room is where you stay!”

“I’m not a pet you can keep caged up!” you protested.

He closed the space quickly, fire burning in his eyes. “Watch me!” Tony snarled, towering over you.

You cowered back slightly, and he noticed. He was firm when he told you, “It’s just me. From now on. That’s all you get. If you really truly have feelings for me, this is your time to prove it. Stay in here! Like I just told you!” He leaned in to hiss, “Don’t test me, love! I’m done playing nice!”

He turned around furiously and strode out of his quarters, slamming the door behind him, and you jumped at the sound.

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recycledcactus · 3 years

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so i’m really thinking about the Dream SMP as like, a world with civilians and stuff. because you know how when there was an election, our votes were canon, right? so what if there were regular ol’ villagers and civilians who lived in this world...

(also this is kinda based off of something @khizuo said a while back. also @phantom-clock, @strawberiitea, and @emo-and-confused, y’all might like this, idk)

reblogs appreciated :]

Warning: Long post ahead!!! (Basically me just skimming over all the events since Tommy had the first duel with Dream and then to the point where he and Tubbo faced off with Dream in sort of a civilian’s perspective)

I’m thinking about how people inhabited the lands of the whole DreamSMP, lived in those places and had homes and jobs in those places. There were people who followed their leaders. People who grew to question their leader’s morals. People who still remained after all the destruction. And people who left because nothing could ever be the same

I’m thinking about how some men, women, and even possibly some children went to war for their countries. They looked up to their leaders––their symbols of hope and freedom. They fought and died and some probably never made it home.

I’m thinking about how they went to bed one night, presuming they had lost the first war, only to wake up to cheering in the streets. They woke up to see their leader, Wilbur, and his closest friends laughing and hollering and yelling ‘We won!!’. Do you think they ever learned that Tommy sacrificed a life? Do you think they were told that? Or do you think they lived in blissful ignorance that a child died and gave up his discs for their country. Did they celebrate that day, thinking all was well?

Did they pass the walls of Eret’s castle with hatred in their gut?

What about Schlatt’s election? I wonder if people knew who this guy was. Wasn’t he just a stranger brought to their lands? Schlatt was originally there to help Pog2020 win, right? How did the citizens feel when the ram announced he’d be running too? Or worse, when he won? They must’ve been scared, right? Confused. Scared. Unsure. Curious, probably. And when Tommy and Wilbur were exiled. They had to watch their leaders be shot at, driven away by arrows and mad laughter. They watched Tubbo be called to the podium. Watched Schlatt grin at the teenager and announce him as his right hand man. They were helpless to Tubbo nervously leading Tommy and Wilbur far away. Did they riot? Cry out? Try to fight? Were they held back by the others? Perhaps some left the nation, too scared to stay.

Citizens probably slipped away in the night, past guards, and followed where they saw Tommy and Wilbur go. They probably found the two building their home and joined them, eventually setting up a system for other people on their side to come quickly. Did they work as double-agents in the shadows? I imagine they mined out Pogtopia and created little pockets of space to live in. Children’s laughter would ring out on all levels of the ravine. Patters of footsteps rung throughout the underground society. People would slip in and out with resources, information, and recruits. It was a small, bustling base. But it was home to the revolution.

They watched the great Blood God walk their halls, scared to be in his presence but ultimately in awe. They farmed silently by his side for hours, just to go to bed and wake up the next morning, finding he didn’t stop. That probably changed their vision of him, if only for a short while.

I wonder how they felt when Wilbur went insane.

Were the plans of bombing their old nation just rumours that echoed the caves? Or did they know the grim possibility of what could come?

When Technoblade murdered Tubbo, did cries ring out in the streets? I’d imagined they did. I’d imagine more riots. By both citizens and revolutionists. Fireworks danced in the skies but they were never a joyous sight after that day. Did people yell and scream at Techno as he massacred the leaders and founders of this server? Or did they dare to make a noise, too scared to meet an end like that?

Some of the adults gathered around the pit Wilbur made, watching the sickening show happen. They cringed at each of Wilbur’s little taunts. This was not their leader. This was not who they swore to follow.

I think some people left the lands after that.

They went into another war and thought they came out with a win. Schlatt was dead in the old drug van and it seemed things were at peace now. Many people disagreed with Tommy being at the podium––being in power––but not much was said. It couldn’t really get worse from Schlatt and Wilbur, right? Tubbo is elected and he accepts. There are cheers and cries of relief. Everyone’s tired but in a good mood. They don’t notice their old leader slip away. It only descends into more chaos from there. There are more fireworks, fighting, clanging of metal on metal. People no longer know which side is which––or even who attacked in the first place. Tommy is yelling something, and Techno is yelling something back. Did they notice Wilbur was gone? Did they start to realize the gravity of the situation? Did anyone suddenly just feel hopeless and accept that this was the end? The ground shakes, and people can’t tell if it was due to battle, or due to a winged man entering their world. Civilians and soldiers alike witness their home explode and burn to the ground. Did they have time to see Phil and Wilbur argue? Did they watch their former president get stabbed by his father? Or were they too distracted with Techno’s speech and the Withers and Tommy’s reaction to see anything? (A reminder was set into place: Do no mess with the Blood God). How many people do you think died that day? Soldiers and civilians alike? Children, even?

What did they do when their nation was nothing but a burning hole in the ground?

What did they do when they suddenly lost everything? When their homes were nothing but rubble and ash? When the bodies of their friends and family alike littered the gaping crater that was their nation?

Did they hold onto hope at the words of their new leader––the dream of a new L’Manburg? More people left, probably. Did the revolutionists take their stuff from Pogtopia and never enter that toxic crevice of a base again? Perhaps they put up tents and huts around the destroyed L’Manburg just like how it used to be in the early days. They set to work slowly rebuilding their country and tried their best to keep their spirits high. It wasn’t the end.

Philza was nice to them, albeit melancholy at times. They liked him. (Did they know what he did)?

How many people do you think yelled and took out their anger on Ghostbur? How many people do you think actually liked him?

Did they turn the site of the still-intact L’Mantree into a graveyard for their fallen friends and family?

I wonder how many people hated Tubbo being in power. Hated that a kid was leading their country. Or were they more pitying and angry at life for doing these things to children?

Did they know Tommy and the new kid, Ranboo, burning George’s house before Dream caught on? How many were terrified when the obsidian walls were put up? How many people were angry when Tommy went to court. Angry at Tommy for doing this? People probably either yelled that Tommy was just a kid, a victim of war and manipulation. Others probably yelled that ‘yes, this was all his fault, he should be punished for this’.

But were they prepared to see their conflicted leader exile his best friend?

Did they riot, scream, curse, and fight? Did they shout at Tubbo for being a terrible leader? Did they drive him into his home with their protests? Or were they stunned into silence at the gravity at the situation. He was a kid. He was a kid. He was a kid. They were kids. Did anyone try to find Tommy when he was in exile but ultimately get killed/escorted back to L’Manburg for their efforts? What did they think when Tubbo stumbled into their nation one day with tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, mumbling something about ‘Tommy’s dead’?

I wonder how many people lost respect for their president that day.

I wonder if they showered the famous bench in flowers, place notes of respect in Tommy’s house, and give him a grave under the L’Mantree next to Wilbur’s.

Was it a surprise when Philza fled the country? He was kind, yes, but he never seemed to enjoy himself. He always looked tied down. Were they happy he was going to find a better place to be, or were they angry if they knew just where exactly he was going? Were they horrified and disappointed in their government for forming a ‘butcher army’? How sick do you think they felt when they heard the ambitious whispers of Quackity and saw how his behaviours became small reflections of Schlatt? Were they terrified at the possibility that another dictator like Schlatt could arise into power? Did they watch Techno’s failed execution with satisfaction or with unease? I think some were more amazed seeing the powers of a Totem of Undying for the first time. (A second reminder was set into motion: Do not mess with the Blood God).

Was anyone brave enough to ask Quackity how he got that scar running down his face?

How do they feel when Sam starts building a large whatever-the-hell-it-is out of blackstone and obsidian? They might catch wind of a prison being built to contain somebody certain. Nobody knows who, but many theories (Tommy, Techno, Tommy, Techno, Tommy–) are discussed. Is the inescapability of the prison boasted about or kept entirely secret? Does anyone look at the massive creation and feel like throwing up on sight? Not only because of the magical effects, but also because how the hell could somebody put a living, breathing human in there and not feel an ounce of regret or remorse? It sticks out like a sore thumb in the badlands and soon people just learn to travel places in a way that they can avoid it at all costs. I wonder if anyone senses Sam’s slight discomfort when he’s talking about who will go inside. Do they pity him? Or do they spit on him and glare at him for agreeing to do this?

The egg is is still only known by Bad, but do you think they sense the changes in his behaviours? Or are they simply too busy with their own lives?

When Tommy shows up, do people think they’re hallucinating? Do they stop in their tracks when they see that not only is he still alive, but he also looks nothing like who he was. He looks tired. So, so tired. His eyes are mostly dull, only the twinkle of the Christmas lights making them seem remotely bright. Though his smile is wide, do they notice how nervous it is? How happy yet unbelievably worried he is? How he slouches more, curls in on himself more, to appear smaller and less threatening. He still speaks loudly, yes, but he shuts up much faster. Do they notice how he always looks over his shoulder? How he always seems hesitant to open his mouth. Do they even recognize who he is anymore?

How do they feel when Tommy lights up when he sees Tubbo, yet seems almost scared to go and talk to him?

When the festival for Dream is announced, do they dread it? Do they get nightmares about the old festival when Tubbo was executed? Do they talk amongst themselves about how bad of an idea it is? Does anyone protest? Or are they just relieved to get some time off? I can’t imagine they’d know about the plans to assassinate Dream.

Are there any passerby’s when Dream stops Techno and Tommy at the Nether portal? Do they exhale in relief when Techno says Tommy is with him? Do they hold their breaths when Techno talks about cashing in a favour? Or do they simply retreat, too scared to be caught in a potential scuffle?

Do they cower or prepare to fight when Tommy and Techno show up, demanding for Techno’s things back? Does anyone really feel any kind of sadness when a Wither is spawned and destroys bits of their homes? Or do they just sigh and pick up the pieces of their hopeless nation?

How many people hear Techno mention blowing up L’Manburg again when he talks with Tommy at the community house? Does anyone catch that information amidst the pouring rain and newly-broken homes? I imagine it’d go unheard. The civilians are too busy fixing yet another damage to follow the mysterious brothers in the pouring rain. (They’d prefer to sleep in dry beds that night, thank you).

The festival takes place and it’s surprisingly... normal. There are tensions between the members of the cabinet and the other important figureheads of their respective lands, but it’s relatively quiet. It’s obviously not a well-planned festival, but it’s a festival nonetheless. Citizens get to enjoy the crappy games and snack booths that were haphazardly put together. It’s unusually peaceful considering this is the DreamSMP. Do they fall to their knees in despair when they find the watery ruins of the Community House? Are they furious that the most significant building in their world has been destroyed, just like everything else important, it seems. How many tears fall that day? How many accusations are spewed that day?

As they watch Tubbo and Tommy yell at each other, are they reminded of the day Tommy was exiled? Do they think of the face-off between best friends that happened on looming obsidian walls and dull skies?

Can they even register the words Tommy screams in blind frustration?

Are they in disbelief when discs are tossed to the enemy?

Or are they even surprised that another fight is breaking out? Do you really think that after all the shit these people witnessed, they’d still get surprised at conflicts.

But what about when Techno and Dream casually discuss plans to blow up their nation beyond repair? Do they finally register what’s happening? Are they frantic, already running to save their stuff? I think some would be in such a state of shock that they can’t even think about leaving.

I think that’d be the moment when people realize just how utterly powerless they are when it comes to their fates.

Is it really worth being sad over anymore?

When Tommy rallies figureheads and civilians alike, they try to be hopeful. To have one last spark of faith. But it’s hard. It’s so hard to be hopeful when the only constant in your life is destruction and chaos of your own home. It’s hard looking into the eyes of a boy so broken by war but still desperately trying to fix things. To know nobody had faith in him, and watch as this kid tries his goddamn best to make things better.

(Is he called selfish? Are people still mad at him? Does anyone have the energy to be mad at him for wanting peace?)

Nobody sees Nikki destroy their items for war.

Many last ‘goodnights’ are said as everyone prepares for what they dread (read: know) will be the end. They wake up to a big obsidian grid towering over their nation and a feeling of hopelessness settles into their guts. It wasn’t supposed to happen this early. It was supposed to be later. They were supposed to have some time in the morning to prepare for the inevitable. To say their final ‘goodbyes’ and hug their families for what could be the last time. They were not supposed to wake up to a grid obscuring the sun, still in progress of being built.

This battle is far more chaotic than the first destruction of L’manburg. There are far more Withers, far more swords and shields clanging, far more shouts between once-brothers and leaders. Phil no longer has the caring yet melancholy smile on his face. His eyes are cold and uncaring, his mouth unmoving as he schools his expression. People drown in blood, but they keep fighting because why not? They don’t have a reason to live anymore. Why not go out fighting for their doomed nation? They look the screeching Withers in the eyes and accept their fate.

Most are too distracted by Withers to listen, but do some hear the desperate cries between a certain Piglin and a certain blond boy? Do their hearts shatter all over again, or can they no longer feel anything? Perhaps their pity is buried underneath all the trauma and exhaustion they’ve endured. It can be hard to pity another when you yourself are barely getting by. They watch Nikki throw a torch into the L’Mantree, uttering the line ‘It was never meant to be’. They watch as it goes up in flames. They do not have the strength to put it out. But some salute with her and give her silent nods of understanding. They can’t bring themselves to be angry when Fundy stands off to the sides and watches their country burn. Do they hear Ghostbur’s outburst agains Phil? Do they watch in sadness as blue tears flow out of his eyes and he cries out about how much he actually feels things and isn’t just some happy-go-lucky comic relief.

Does anyone have enough care left in them to cry?

The numbered survivors join in on singing the national anthem. That seems to be the breaking point for a lot of them.

It’s okay, some try to convince themselves. It was never meant to be.

Not many people stay after that. There are only around 6% of the original population left. A good portion of these people are ones without families or friends. People who can afford to stay in such a destructive environment. It’s a desolate wasteland and people scatter around to find some kind of shelter. They don’t really know why they stay. Why they bother caring. It’s over. Maybe it’s because there’s really nothing left in life for them so what’s the point in leaving if their past will haunt them forever? Or because the chaos of their lives has now become a definite constant and they can’t imagine living without it. They’ve lived with destruction for so long that peace almost seems boring and unfulfilling. Did they really form an addiction to this lifestyle? How pathetic, honestly. Most people join Tubbo in Snowchester while others simply live wherever isn’t completely destroyed.

There are plans of Tubbo and Tommy finally killing dream.

Citizens are tired. It will not end.

The day comes, slow and steady like molasses on a hot day. Silence blankets the already pretty-quiet lands. Unspoken words are muttered between citizens and leaders alike. They line up on the Prime Path and say goodbye to the boys who fought so hard for a better world.

They try not to think about how much the two have lost, and yet they do not give up. Like the soldiers they were forced to be, they march on and face the jaws of death without any second thoughts. There are no fathers or brothers to be proud of them anymore. Nobody to stand behind them and offer unwavering support. They only have each other, and who knows if that’s a good or bad thing.

The silence that hangs over the land doesn’t lift. Not for many, many hours. Not until they watch as Tommy and Tubbo stumble back into the DreamSMP with wounds on their bodies and drained yet ecstatic smiles on their faces.

Nobody talks when they see Sam lead a chained up and tired-looking Dream to the large, inescapable hellhole that is Pandora’s Vault.

Not a word is uttered until the two teenagers announce their victory.

Dream is on his last life.

Dream is in prison.

Dream will no longer hurt them.

There’s an exhale of relief.

Many would argue that this wasn’t worth it. That living in this land was not worth the trouble it brought upon people. And many people would be right. But the sight of Tommy and Tubbo finally relaxing for the first time since before L’Manburg even started made them feel like maybe, just maybe, this moment was worth sticking around for.

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The Ghost of Christmas Past

Summary: Arriving onto the set of a Christmas photoshoot, Jensen is faced with someone from his past. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Slight Angst/Fluff Word Count: 1527 Square Filled: Christmas Photoshoot Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo

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Jensen groaned as the alarm on his phone chimed. Since the ending of Supernatural the last few months had been blissfully alarm free for him until his manager begged him to be part of a Entertainment Weekly Christmas special issue. He loved everyone at Entertainment Weekly and knew it would be great PR for his upcoming role in The Boys. Now, as he stared at his phone flashing the time, he was regretting ever agreeing to the photoshoot.

He pulled himself out of his comfy bed and made himself presentable to the outside world. His brown hair was longer falling into his eyes and the sides were highlighted with strands of silver and copper. Running his hands through it once, leaving it for hair and make-up would deal with it. He ran his hands down his scruffy beard that was more ginger than anything with specks of salt and pepper. He slipped on some joggers and a hoodie to make his way down to the lobby of his hotel.

As usually, the EW studios were chaotic with celebrities and journalists all around. He was ushered into a dressing room where his manager was waiting for him. They went over some talking points for his interview with Sam Highfill before the stylists came in to make him all pretty. They had him a rich forest green suit with cream color pinstripes and matching Oxford button down. Thankfully, they left the shirt unbuttoned at the top which meant no tie. He slipped on the glossy black dress boots and followed the assistant to the studio.

There were a few other former CW stars mingling about including Stephen Amell and David Ramsey. Jensen took a deep breath before putting on his professional mask socializing with everyone. It had been awhile since he spoke with Amell and genuinely enjoyed catching up with him. His new wrestling show, Heels, sounded intense, terrifying and a lot of fun. The studio door closed shut signaling the arrival of the photographer.

“Sorry everyone, we had a camera malfunction. I appreciate your patience.”

The moment her voice echoed throughout the room the hairs on his arms stood up and goosebumps spread down his skin. Memories of long drives to the beach and kissing under the stars flashing in his mind. He looked over to where she was setting up her tripod and though it had been over fifteen years since he last saw her she still made his heart race.

Her long legs were covered by tight denim with her traditional Chuck Taylors on her feet. A red and green flannel was tied loosely around her slender waist being held mostly by the curve of her hips. Her favorite band memorialized on her shirt. The memory of being front row with her and reaping the reward for enduring the god awful pop music later that night. The corner of his lips curling upward as his eyes traveled further up her body.

Her beautiful (Y/C/H) hair swept away from her face as she focused on the task at hand. Nimble, delicate fingers working over each knob of her camera. Glancing up is when her vibrant (Y/C/E) eyes met his and her full bottom lip disappeared beneath her teeth. She looked away quickly refocusing on her camera and assistant speaking to her. She must have known he would be here, that they would see one another. The memory of the last time they spoke dragging itself to the forefront of his mind. His shoulders slumped forward from the invisible guilt resting heavily on them.

“I’m going to take the group shots first then individual photos. Sam will come out to get you when she is ready for your interview. This is Rina, my assistant, and she will be helping me keep you all in line.”

There was a wave of laughter before Rina clapped her hands getting everyone on their marks. Jensen tried to shake off the memories of them and took his spot beside everyone else. His head snapping to her as she turned on her bluetooth speaker. Her favorite band piercing his ears, she giggled as he rolled her eyes.

As the photoshoot went on and he completed his interview with Sam. He walked back into the studio where it was empty except for her and him. She was looking down at her phone when he walked over to her.

“Hello (Y/N).”

Her eyes met his. An electrical current building around them. Standing, she extended her hand to him formally, professional.

“Hello Jensen, nice to see you again.”

A spark ignited as their hands clasped together. Each of them flinching from the suddenly tingling shooting up their arms. (Y/N) withdrew her hand and began to fiddle with her camera.

“I’m going to take a few headshots then finish up with some candids with the music playing. Sound good?”

He nodded, shoving the overwhelming urge to pull her to him to the deepest part of his core. (Y/N) moved around snapping pictures with the grace of a dancer mesmerizing him. With each touch posing him for various shots sent his body buzzing. She motioned for him to stand then the familiar tunes of Led Zeppelin filled the room.

“I figured I’ll get better photos with music you actually like.” (Y/N) stepped in front of him, slipping her hands beneath his jacket pushing it down his arms.

He held his breath, choking on the satisfying sigh that wanted to escape his lips. A breathy gasp escaping her own as her hands drifted over his toned arms. Chuckling, flashing her a smile that made her suck in a quick breath before her face shifted lowering the professional mask once again.

“You have free reign to move as you please and I will take the photos I need.”

A distant memory flew into mind of them camping one summer. He had driven her mad by simple, mindless movements that were natural to any one. Wanting to get her riled up, he started off easy by tapping his foot and hand to the beat. Bobbing his head from side to side and closing his eyes. He did not need to see her to know her eyes were on him. Beside the clicking of her camera, he could feel her intense stare making him bolder.

Walking around the small area, he played a little air drums parting his lips to mouth the words of the song. A small growl coming from (Y/N)’s direction adding fuel to his fire. The song was almost over so it was time for him to go big. One foot up on the small stool he had been sitting on, invisible mic in his hand, Jensen belted out the last chorus. As the song faded out, he looked over to see (Y/N)’s narrowed eyes on him. Her lips curled into a devious smirk with her arms crossed over her chest.

Then came the slowly building applause from behind her as the CW stars stood watching in awe of his performance. His cheeks burning brought a wider smile on her face. To see that smile was worth the embarrassment.

“Encore! Encore!” Stephen Amell called out as they all walked back into the hallway leading to the dressing rooms.

“Well played Ackles, well played.” She picked up his jacket handing it to him, “I have all the photos I need.”

There was a brief moment where they stood silently both waiting for the other to say something. (Y/N) grasped his hand for a moment, “Honestly, it was good to see you again.” She pressed her soft lips to his cheek before leaving the room quickly.

Two weeks had gone by, Jensen found himself thinking about (Y/N) every moment he could. Desperate to reach out to her but not know the best way to go about it. Sitting in his office, daydreaming about her for the millionth time the front doorbell rang. Opening the door, immediately froze in place. There she stood as if he had materialized her from his thoughts.

“Are you going to invite me in or just stare at me?”

He stammered, “Y-Yeah, of course, come in. I’m just surprised to see you.”

“Yeah, two weeks of you plaguing my mind was enough for me…”

He did not let her finish before his hand slipped behind her head bringing her lips to his. Her body tensing before molding into his returning his advance passionately. Pulling away from her, Jensen rested his forehead against hers.

“I should have never let you go in the first place. I should have stood my ground with my managers then and rejected their ridiculous assumptions. I’m so sorry.”

The soft pads of her thumbs brushed away the wayward tears sliding down his cheeks, “I forgave you a long time ago Jensen. All that matters now is what we do moving forward.”

He brought his hand up to her cheek, (Y/N) leaning into his touch, “Right now, I’m going to kiss you again.”

Her brilliant smile took his breath away, “I think that is a good step to take.”

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percywinchester27 · 4 years

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A lot like ‘Us’ (Part-19)

Word count: 4.9K

Pairing: Sam X Reader AU

Warnings: Fluffy stuff for real ;)

Series Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

A/N: I kinda sorta really like this part. It was so fun to write :)

The story employs two different timelines. The present timeline for the story takes place in 2014. Please let me know what you guys think :)

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“Coffee?” She squeaked, gulping, eyes going wide.

“Or not,” Sam said quickly, panic rising inside him like a tidal wave. She didn’t want to spend time with him after all. Heartbreak stronger than what he could have imagined ripped through him. So everything that she’d said last night…

“I-” Y/N started to say, clearly taken aback. It was so easy to read her face that Sam wanted to kick himself for even thinking that this was a good idea.

“It’s alright,” he said, voice low. “I understand if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” she protested immediately, then seemed to regret the haste. “I mean… coffee sounds nice. I just… didn’t expect...” her voice trailed off.

She was being honest. Sam could, at least, see that.

“I thought maybe we should talk,” he said, then added carefully. “Catch up.”

Y/N nodded, a speculative look in her eyes.

Her eyes. Just like that Sam was lost, marveling at the beauty of them and how they were the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world.

Get a grip!

He had to scold himself to keep his hungover head on track. “I think we could both use some caffeine after all.”

“Give me a minute.”

Sam saw her rush into the librarian’s room. When she came back, she had a pretty paisley scarf wrapped around her neck. The sheen of the silk reminded Sam of the satin she’d been wearing last night and again, he had to wrench himself back to the present.

What was happening? This was worse than being fixated on a high school crush.

Worse because he didn’t have the excuse of being a hormone driven teenager; because he didn’t want to bring up the pain of the past or face the uncertainty of the future. This was worse because he couldn’t say any of it to her here, where he was a professor and she was a student.

“Ready,” she breathed, coming to stand next to him.

“Where do you want to go?” He asked as they stepped out of the library and walked along the long corridor of the quad overlooking the shadowed trees.

Y/N pursed her lips. “I actually don’t know any places around here. Just the campus cafes.”

Sam was through with students spotting him, at least for a week. The last thing he needed was someone to rush up to him now.

“I think I know just the place.”

Y/N walked quietly besides him. Sam didn’t peek to see the expression on her face; he stared straight ahead. If he sneaked a glance and found her to be apprehensive, he didn’t think his nerves could take it. Better to assume that she was lost in thought than to confirm she was regretting her decision.

The small café was very close to his home, and thereby hers too. Just two lanes down. Sam had discovered it by fluke on a morning jog, nestled in a small niche of the college town. The café wasn’t grand, which made it all the more cozy. He grabbed his coffee every morning from here before heading for classes or work. Fortunately, the place didn’t have many students coming there. They mostly just preferred the Starbucks on the campus or the other scattered cafes with more seating space.

Sam opened the door for Y/N, and she stepped in with a murmured thank you. He saw her eyes take in the low ceiling, paneled in dark wood and supported by long wooden beams. The furniture was eclectic and mismatched, as if it had been put together at different times- which it probably had. She would like it, he thought. It was exactly her style.

The barista, Suzy, grinned when she saw him.

“There you are!” She admonished him. “I thought my most reliable customer had abandoned me.”

Sam shook his head at her. “I had to be in LA for a couple of days… that sort of thing…”

He felt Y/N’s curious gaze on his face. But what was he gonna tell Suzy? That he had been too busy pining after Y/N to make a round?

“We missed you around here,” she said, then called back, “Ain’t that right, Matt?”

“My Sun wouldn’t rise without seeing your face!” Matt yelled from somewhere inside and Sam chuckled.

“The usual?” Suzy asked and Sam nodded.

She turned to Y/N, “What can we get you, ma’am?”

“A Cappuccino, please.”

“Regular?”

“Large, please.”

Sam threw her a swift look. All that caffeine on a weak stomach?

“What name do I write?”

“Oh, it’s not to go,” Sam said quickly. “ We’ll have it here.”

Suzy raised her eyebrow, her eyes flitting between him and Y/N curiously.

Sam hurriedly turned, gesturing towards the table at the very end, next to the window. It was his favorite place here.

The memories he had in Stanford, in California were all his. Nothing here had ever been touched by Y/N. Wasn’t that why he had moved from New York, because he couldn’t live in that apartment anymore? Moved across the damn country to escape the pain? And here he was subtly including her in all his new memories, too. Sam could barely think of the library without imagining her behind the desk. Could he come to his café now without thinking of her?

So lost was he in the thought, that before he could pull the chair for her, Y/N had seated herself. Slowly, he sat down opposite to her.

Before Sam could say anything, Y/N burst out. “I’m so sorry about last night! I don’t know what had gotten into me.”

Sam knew. She had been mad at him for going out on a date. While it had made him angry yesterday, today, it just made him feel a tiny bit smug. Y/N apparently didn’t know that he knew.

“You don’t need to apologize-” he started, but she cut him off.

“Just let me get through this, please?” She pleaded.

Had he ever said ‘no’ to her ‘please?’ Sam didn’t think so. He motioned with his hand to continue, giving up.

“I just… It’s very embarrassing to even think about you having to take me home like that,” she slapped her hand across her forehead. “Your evening was ruined because of me. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, or even how ashamed-”

“Y/N-” he cut in, despite having committed to listening to her. It was simply inacceptable to let her stew in this feeling if he could help it. “You didn’t ruin my evening. If anything, you saved me.”

“What?”

“I ran into a couple of girls- oh, from your class. It wasn’t very comfortable,” he admitted. “I didn’t even want to be at the bar to begin with. To top it off, Jody kinda stood me up. You were my knight in shining armour.”

“More like dame sloshing with alcohol,” she snorted. “I’m sorry about Rebecca and Lacey. To be fair, I did try to stop them.”

“Thanks for looking out for me,” he said, and then couldn’t help but tease. “You don’t like them very much, do you?”

Y/N bit her lip. “It’s not like that.”

It totally was. He could see it all over her face- the guilt that she had given away her bad impression of someone. It just wasn’t like her to think ill of anyone. All the same, Sam wondered why she didn’t like them. Had they been mean to her?

“I hope I didn’t say or do anything that I shouldn’t have last night.” she was looking down at her hands.

“You really don’t remember, do you?” Even to him, his voice sounded chagrined and defeated.

“No, I don’t.” Her brows furrowed, voice rising. “Did I do something? What happened last night?”

Sam took a deep breath, and said with as much confidence as he could muster. “Nothing happened. I walked you home and you went straight to bed. That’s all.”

“So we didn’t sit on a sidewalk anywhere?”

Shit. Lying to her was going to be dicey if she even remembered bits and parts.

So, instead of answering her question, Sam countered, “What do you remember?”

The hand on her forehead slid down to cover part of her face. “Nothing,” she groaned, trying hard to think. “I remember absolutely nothing. One minute I was asking for the- gosh, I don’t even remember what number drink it was and the next moment I was throwing up in the toilet.”

Sam winced. “That bad, huh?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not really. I feel fine now. Fine enough to risk a large coffee.” She tilted her head towards the cup before her.

There was one in front of him, too. Where had the coffee come from? He hadn’t even noticed anyone place it on the table.

“Thanks for the water,” she added. “It made all the difference, I think.”

“I’m glad.”

“You didn’t tell me, though,” she insisted, not giving in to his track change. “Did we ever sit on a footpath?”

The impatience and doubt in her voice hinted that she might be remembering exactly what he was. Her hands around his waist, fingers digging into his shirt. Clearly, telling her the truth would only upset her. It was better to play safe.

“Just for a bit. Your feet were hurting.”

“You’re being very illusive,” she accused, eyes narrowed.

“And that’s how I make my living,” he grinned. “Really, though. You were mostly out of it. You fell asleep the minute your head hit the sack.”

“Why did you stay, then?”

Y/N could put the Spanish inquisition to shame, Sam thought, asking the exact questions he didn’t want to answer.

She’d make a damn good attorney.

“Because I was worried you might get nauseous and then trip on the way to the bathroom.”

“Uhhhgg. This is the worst,” she threw her hands up. “I wish there was some way I could erase that out of your memory.”

If there had been a way, Sam would have resisted with the last bit of his strength. There was no chance he was ever ridding his mind of even a second from last night.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bring it up,” he said as lightly as he could. “After all, you did save me from those girls last night. Consider us even.”

“You guys want anything else?”

Sam looked up to see Matt standing over him with a huge grin. Sam could take a few guesses about what was on Matt’s mind.

Ignoring Matt’s smirk, Sam looked at Y/N expectantly.

“Nothing for me. Thank you,” she said shyly.

“The usual for you, Sam?” Matt wiggled his eyebrows.

He sighed. “I don’t have a usual for food, Matt. You know that I don’t eat here.”

“You liked that burger one time,” he reminded, lingering on purpose, eyes flitting curiously to Y/N for just a second.

“Fine. Get the burger!” And maybe leave us alone.

“Okie dokie,” he grinned again, whistling as he went away, no doubt to gloat to Suzy about how he has successfully taken Sam’s case up.

“Make it to go,” Sam hollered after him.

Right then, his cellphone rang shrilly. Excited, Sam looked at the screen, then rolled his eyes in slight disappointment when he read the name. He put the phone to his ear. “Chase.”

“Samuel!” The voice drawled on the other end. “How be it going, m’ boy?”

“Don’t call me that,” Sam said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Samuel or m’ boy?”

“Both, just both.” He sighed. “What do you want?”

Y/N was sipping on her coffee, trying to look inconspicuous, but really, it wasn’t like she could avoid listening in on the conversation.

“You were supposed to be at the office, why is your cabin empty?”

Sam knew very well that he had to go through the depositions once more before the hearing on Monday. Chase was the primary, and he wasn’t very confident. He’d asked Sam to go through it. In fact, he’d had Stacey- Sam’s secretary- to put it on Sam’s calendar.

“I’m a bit hungover right now. Just mail the depositions to me?”

“No can do. Come over tomorrow. I want to go over the papers with you.”

“It’s a Sunday!”

Chase laughed. “And when has that stopped you from working?”

It hadn’t, but Sam couldn’t go tomorrow. He had been waiting for a solid month, dragging his way through the day by looking at the photo by his bedside. He couldn't say that out loud with Y/N here, though.

“Chase,” he said carefully. “I can’t tomorrow. You know what day it is.”

“Oh, right! But I won’t take your whole day. Just drop by in the morning, I swear it won’t be more than an hour. And I’ll owe you one.”

“I’m starting to think, having you owe one is even worse than owing you one.”

Y/N giggled into the cup and then tried to conceal it by coughing. It made Sam smile automatically, but also got him annoyed that he was wasting this stolen time with her on a phone call from Chase Lincoln of all people.

“If that’s it then,” Sam said, pulling the phone away from his ear when Chase’s protests sounded.

“No nooo wait. We didn’t even talk about the weekend.”

“What about the weekend?”

“It’s the Induction fair, isn’t it?” Chase sounded appalled. “Don’t you teach there? You ought to know, man! We’ll have a blast.”

“It’s only the induction fair. It’s the same every year.”

“But this year Jess is coming.” Chase stressed. Sam could almost see his shit eating grin. “Ask her out this time, please? By now, you’ll have to relearn how to be around a girl!”

Oh the irony. Sam just might get to be around the girl, if Chase would just shut up.

“Goodbye, Lincoln!” Sam cut the call, impossibly irritated. Y/N was already done with her coffee while he hadn’t touched his.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “It’s work.”

“That’s fine,” she waved it off. “It sounded like you were talking to a friend.”

Chase was his friend- at least when he wasn’t interrupting. He had been working with Sam for years now, as his junior associate. Somewhere between staying up at nights, poring over casefiles and silent, calculative glances in courtrooms, they had become friends.

“He’s alright,” Sam shrugged.

“Were you talking about the Stanford Induction Fair?”

There was a twinkle in her eye. Y/N was clearly very excited about this. And despite how grumpy he had been when Chase had brought the topic up, Sam wanted to talk all about the Induction fair now. It was fairly basic. The alumni came over for talks and activities. There was a lot of drinking.

“Yes,” he said. “You’re heading the Committee, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am, but you don’t like it very much.” She surmised. Funny how even now, she got him just like that.

“It means long days and nights, especially since I’ve been invited for a talk,” Sam answered more fully. “Chase is a couple years younger. We were in Stanford at the same time, but I didn’t know him then. He’s usually excited for these kinds of things. Happy to show off for the college girls.”

Y/N giggled. “How will it be different for you?”

“Well, I get to dress casually and bully you newbies around if I want to,” he said, “And oh, you get to call me Sam for the day.”

It wasn’t the right thing to say, because her face fell for an instant. It was a reminder of the past, even if he hadn't meant it that way- of how things had changed. So Sam had been right in his assessment after all. She had suppressed a good chunk of past, buried it so deep down that not even the light of conscious thoughts touched it.

Y/N rearranged her features back into a smile, the corner of her lips quirked up. “I’m sure the girls club will have a field day with that one.”

Sam felt his cheeks heat up. Here’s something he hadn’t expected. To have his wife tease him about other girls. He was even less excited about the induction knowing that Jess would be there. That was bound to be awkward as it was, but with Y/N heading the preparation, he didn’t know how to maneuver around. He could hope that Y/N wouldn’t remember about his college girlfriend, but it didn’t seem likely. If Y/N had dated anyone before him, Sam wouldn’t have forgotten the name, either.

Jess coming here was like an omen that Sam couldn’t outrun his past. More than that, he couldn’t outrun the conversation he had been putting off for so long now. The hard part was doing it without opening her buried wounds.

He took a sip of his now cold coffee. “Where does this leave us, Y/N?” Did she notice how his voice softened when he said her name? How could she not? “What’re we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” she said, slowly… almost like her voice was choking up. “I don’t know what to do. But, I do know that I can’t go back to not talking. I can’t go back to that first week. I just can’t.” She was rapidly blinking her eyes.

“I suppose we can, at least, be friends, right?” Sam asked, keeping the hopeless yearning out of his voice and almost succeeding. It was beyond dramatic, but Sam knew he would be devastated if she refused. “We’d started out as friends. We can still do that.”

Don’t say no, Don’t say no.

“What about college?” She asked. “No one can know.”

The relief was a plausible, physical thing. She wasn’t refusing… she was just being pragmatic.

“Then we don’t tell anyone,” he suggested. “How hard can it be?”

Her voice was grim, when she said, “Wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world.”

***********

You had known that this place was special to Sam the moment the barista’s eyes had lit up, but as he picked up his parcel while leaving, you noticed how Suzy and Matt kept exchanging loaded glances with each other. It looked like Sam was going to have a lot of questions to answer when he came back alone. You weren’t clueless about what was happening. Those two were going to hound him about you, about his date.

But was that what this was? A date?

He had asked you out, picked the place and paid the bill, despite your protests. In fact, if you didn’t know better, you might have construed all that teasing as light flirting. On your part, you definitely didn’t interact with other people like this. Just Sam. It had always just been Sam.

At first you had feared that he was going to be mad about last night, or worse, hurl all the accusations of the past. Not that you didn’t deserve it, but that would mean the end of whatever you had going for you right now- this careful and fragile relation that Sam wanted to call friendship. You were dubious about the prospect because being with him was like falling. Once you tipped off the edge, you could never go back to the way it was. You could only hurtle downwards with insurmountable speed. Who could ever fight gravity? Loving him was exactly like that- like gravity. Even when you had been standing at the edge of the cliff, resisting that fall, it was his love that kept you tethered to the ground.

“You’re quiet,” he noted, walking next to you.

And despite your better judgement, you spit out the truth, “I’m waiting for you to… not be so calm.”

He didn’t say anything, and when you couldn’t take it anymore, you looked up at his face. Sam was frowning lightly, not like he was angry, but like he was trying to frame words. “It’s not coming, Y/N. Anger or whatever it is you’re waiting for.” He looked at you for just a split second and you saw through him clearly in that moment.

Sam had been angry at some point, maybe even more than that. Your insides started to feel like they were being pierced with tiny needles at the thought of what must have happened after you left. You couldn’t let yourself think about it, and Sam could see that. He could see right through you, and just how easy it would be to riddle you with holes by firing questions. Maybe he still cared enough to not want to see you in such a pitiable state. Or maybe the anger wasn’t coming now. Either way, he didn’t seem to want to elaborate, and you were too damn scared to ask.

There was something else that you wanted to know about. You had been dying to know since you first saw him.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked hesitantly.

Sam looked wary but he nodded. “Sure, anything.”

“How’s….” Your throat closed up. “How’s Jo? And Dean and aunt El?”

Sam’s stiff shoulders relaxed and a hint of a smile touched his lips. You felt yourself deflate right along with him, the answer clear on his face before he even spoke the words.

“Jo-” The grin widened- “Jo’s doing great. She runs the diner now… took over from Ellen five years ago. Ellen’s part of this biker gang. From what I know, she’s loving life on the road. Jo’s expanding the business, owns two more diners. And Dean’s pretty much the same. They got married two summers ago.”

You stopped walking. “Got… married…?” You blinked, feeling a wetness at the corner of your eyes. And yet your lips were stretching into a smile.

“Yes,” he said smiling, as well, “They’re very happy.”

You hurried to wipe your tears, feeling the extreme joy warring against the immense sadness. Jo and Dean deserved this happiness more than about anyone you knew. You had teased your cousin endlessly about how they might end up having the same surname one day, and then they would be twice the sisters than they already were. Every cell in your body missed her.

Sam seemed to be on the verge of adding some more, but he stopped himself. You wondered what it was that he wasn’t telling you. Was it the same church they had married in? Had she missed you? Did she still miss you at all?

If that was the case, you were glad that Sam didn’t say anything more. You didn’t know what would hurt worse- the confirmation or the denial. As for you? You were elated that your family was safe and happy.

It wasn’t hard to see that Sam had been very careful today about what he said, clearly being evasive, but you wouldn’t dream of pushing him on that. Whatever you were getting out of his words, his company and his kindness was still more than you could ever ask for. You knew that very well.

The two of you were almost to the turn of your building, the high wall with creepers coming into view.

“Y/N,” Sam said as you reached the gate- each time he said your name, a spark flew through your body. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you… from the very moment I saw you.”

“Y-yeah?” You stuttered.

“I-" He whispered, voice fervent, "I’m… just so incredibly proud of you, Y/N! You did it! You got into Stanford!”

He breathed out heavily, as if the words had been waiting to burst out.

“They were running through resumes to form the committee for the induction fair, I happened to read yours,” Sam continued, “Pre-law and a license for paralegal practice while working two jobs? That’s just-” he looked around to find the right word- “That’s phenomenal! And you got in with a full-ride! Not that I doubted it for a second. But it doesn’t make me feel any less vindicated. Doesn’t make me any less proud.”

You put your face in both your hands and finally started shaking, crying into your palms.

“Hey?” Very tentatively his hand landed on your shoulder, his fingers curling to the shape of it. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, not taking your hands away from your face. What were you going to tell him? That you didn’t think there was anyone left anymore who’d be happy for you? Let alone be proud? The day that you had opened the acceptance letter for Stanford, your very soul wanted to run towards Sam, the way your nineteen year old self had, barefooted and in pouring rain. Even in those dark days, when you tried with all your might to not think about him, for that one day you had allowed yourself to freely imagine how Sam would have reacted to the news. He had always pushed you, drilled it in your head that no law school was beneath you. He’d wanted this for you more than you had wanted it for yourself. And here you were, getting to live the moment. See the absolute victory in his eyes.

Sam’s grip on your shoulder tightened. “Y/N, you have to know, no matter the circumstances, no matter if we had met or not, I would’ve always been proud of you. Always. You can’t seriously question that!”

It made you cry harder.

Sam’s other hand came to rest over yours, on your face. “You know those girls in your apartment really don’t like me. I swear if they see you crying now, one of them is going to come at me with a machete.”

You laughed despite yourself and turned a bit to wipe your face on your scarf. It was regretful that it meant Sam had to drop both his hands. You could smell his cologne, the one that you'd gifted him.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “Yesterday I passed out on you and today I’m a blubbering mess.”

Beyond the tall gates, the fountain in the meadow gurgled softly.

“I guess I’ll see you Monday, then?” You asked, feeling more dejected than you should have.

“Soon,” Sam sighed, and absentmindedly, from the sheer force of habit, just like he had done a hundred times before, he stepped, hand twitching to reach out to your cheek. Halfway there, he took a deep breath and placed it against your arm instead. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

With that he sidestepped and started walking back the way you had come. You stared after him. Just around the corner he turned back and called. “Go in, it’s starting to get cold. And oh, say hi to Judgy Judy for me!” With a wink he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight.

Judgy Judy? What the hell had happened last night?

In a daze, you crossed the meadow and climbed up the stairs, completely forgetting the lift. Lost in thought, you turned the key in the lock and were met by an uproar the moment the door opened.

“See, now you’re dead, Y/N!” Kevin said, exasperated.

“Excuse me, what?”

Kevin was standing on the Sofa along with Jack. Meg was sitting on the kitchen island with both her feet drawn up and Cas was standing on the parapet of the balcony.

“And now you’re deader than dead. Get out of the lava!” Jack sighed.

Either you were very slow or the world wasn’t making sense anymore.

“We’re playing the floor is lava,” Cas explained patiently from the other end of the room. “And you’re charring very quickly by standing there.”

You yanked your shoes and hurried over to Meg’s bean bag, opposite to the balcony and jumped on it.

“It doesn’t matter now, you’re already dead,” Kevin announced.

“Hey, asshole, it’s her house,” Meg said. “She gets an extra life, or you get kicked out. Take a pick.”

“Fine, if you want to play it like that,” Kevin huffed.

The bean bag was placed such that you were standing closest to Cas, who turned slightly pink when he met your gaze. So Meg had told him that you knew.

You threw him a huge grin, but Cas’s eyes zeroed in on you. “Have you been crying?” He asked.

Well, so much for escaping the observant guys of this building. You shook your head.

“I’m standing on the balcony, you know. I can see the gate from here,” he said mildly. Cas wasn’t trying to force anything out of you, he was just concerned, which made it even easier to tell him.

“I’m really happy, Cas. Don’t worry about it.”

His blue eyes tightened for a second, then the twinkle returned in them. “You’re happy,” he said, lips twitching, “But are you alive?” The next moment, he stepped on the bean bag, throwing you out of balance and you had to step down on the carpet to steady yourself.

“C’mon, she’s dead for real this time,” Kevin complained, looking at Meg, who shrugged.

“I tried, Y/N.”

But you were happy to take the next turn to be the counter as everyone scrambled up again, and take the turn after that, and do it with a smile. Tonight you wouldn’t stop smiling.

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You Owe Me 20 Bucks - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Steve just simply wants to protect you, you find it extremely annoying how his plans to protect you get in the way of you doing your job as an Avenger, and Bucky and Sam have a running bet.

Warnings: A lil bit of language. Arguing. Mentions of violence. Mentions of betting. Wack ass stuff man. Fluff.

Words: 2,030

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

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You walked into the meeting room, ready to be briefed by Fury for the next mission. This would be your first assignment in 2 months since your injury. Ever since you had woken up, everyone had babied you, especially a certain super soldier, which ticked you off to no end.

You took your place in-between Wanda and Bucky and prepared yourself for the droning voice of Fury and the nagging of Steve. “Hey, you good?”

You inwardly groaned at Bucky’s question. It was nice that the team cared so much but it was a bitch to deal with all their incessant babying and over protectiveness. “I’m fine, Buck, really.”

As if he could sense your irritation, he retreated and opted to leave you be. You signed in relief and sunk back into your chair. Just as you had gotten comfortable, Fury entered, followed by Maria then Mr. Patriarchy himself. “Avengers.” Fury simply greeted to grab everyone’s attention.

And so, the briefing had commenced and passed by, the only thing left on the check list was to discuss who will be part taking in the mission. “A team of 6 will be going in, the others will stay behind and only move out when needed. Stark, Barnes, Barton, Maximoff, Y/L/N, you 5 will be joining Rogers at the base.”

Before any body got the chance to voice their readiness, Steve had spoken up. “Y/L/N isn’t ready.”

You saw red as he had easily diminished your ability to be out in the field. “Like fuck I’m not ready.” You quickly stood from your seat so fast, the chair had scrapped against the floor before falling over harshly.

“If I say you’re not ready then you’re not ready.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, standing his ground. Thing is, you were stubborn, every Avenger and agent knew that about you.

You walked towards in quick, long strides and stared him down, inches from his face. “It’s my body, I know when it’s damn ready.” You stepped back and looked towards Fury. “So, when we due to head out?”

“In an hour.”

“Great, see you guys at the jet.” You quickly turned on your heel and headed towards your room, ignoring the calls of your peers.

“I guess that’s all. Dismissed.” Fury disbanded the meeting, sending the remaining Avengers to prepare for their mission or go back to lazing around, ready to be called out as back up. Steve sighed heavily through his nose as her closed his eyes and pinched the bridge between his pointer finger and thumb.

As Bucky passed his best friend, he patted his shoulder and flashed him a tight-lipped smile, sympathising with his friend. This is gonne be one long mission.

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The time came for the team to meet at the jet. You stepped on to the platform and headed over to the jet to meet with the others. Just as you placed one foot on to the flying metal contraption, the blonde of the 40’s due spoke. “I said you’re not ready.”

You rolled your eyes and chose to ignore his complaints. Ensuring your gear that you’re decked out in is securely strapped on, you made haste towards a free seat at the back off the jet, unfortunately getting blocked off by Steves’ broad and muscular form. You huffed and quickly side stepped him, proceeding to sit.

“No matter how much you nag, they’re still gonna tag along, dude. May as well give up before you’re driven mad.” Clint commented, eliciting a soft giggle from Wanda and a snicker from Tony, both trying desperately to cover their amusement up in any way available to them.

“He has a point. Maybe instead of butting heads, you could help her through this mission.” Bucky spoke directly to his friend.

“Or they could actually listen and not go.” Steve narrowed his eyes towards your ignorant and slouched form, folding his arms across his chest. Tony rolled his eyes before making his way through the jet to pilot it.

“Okay losers, can we all quieten down now. Daddy’s got a jet to fly.” And with that, Tony had the jet off the platform and heading to your destination. Steve huffed and sat opposite you next to Bucky. He stared you down whilst you continuously ignored him through the whole flight.

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“What the hell, Steve?! I had it handled!” You yelled at your fellow Avenger as you all boarded the jet, ready to head back to the compound.

“Didn’t look like it!” Steve had replied, matching your volume.

You scoffed and threw your arms up into the arm in exasperation. “You have a seriously fucked up hero complex, you know that?!”

The yelling match continued between you both throughout most of the flight. By this point, the others within the small confides of the jet had pounding migraines and are in need of about 20 Advils each.

As soon as the jet landed back within the grounds of the compound, you both stormed out of the jet, heading to your separate rooms, both slamming them shut as loudly as possible, hoping the other would hear and convey how pissed you were.

“Ah, young love.” Tony quipped as his suit disassembled from around his form.

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It had been a full week of you ignoring Steve. He had tried previously throughout the week, but you blanked him, simply as if he hadn’t existed. He knew he seriously messed up the second enemy after enemy headed towards you. He knew you could have easily defended yourself and have taken them out even easier but, you were right. He does have a fucked up hero complex.

But mostly, he always felt the need to protect you. Falling in love with a completely independent and able Avenger is a tough gig. Apparently.

Steve had had enough and decided he was going to talk to you, whether you wanted to or not. He marched with determination straight to your room and knocked brashly. He heard you groan from the opposite side of the door before the light patter of your feet pad along the floor. You swung the door open widely with a look of annoyance across your face, but it had quickly faltered as you tried to close the door just as hastily. He jammed his foot between the door and its frame.

“Leave me alone Steve.” He could easily detect the irritation and impatience within your voice. He pushed the rest of the way into your room and you groaned loudly once again. “You clearly don’t understand English, should I try Spanish? German? Ukrainian? Mandarin?”

“Okay, I get it, you’re pissed and you don’t want to see me. Well tough shit.” He stepped closer to you as you stood your ground. “We need to talk whether you like it or not.”

“Oh yeah? And what do we need to talk about exactly?”

Steve inhaled deeply before continuing. “About how you’re acting. You can’t act like a stroppy teenager whenever someone gives you a helping hand during a mission.”

You scoff, unbelieving of what he is saying. “That wasn’t a ‘helping hand’, that was undermining myself as an abled agent and my abilities to handle the enemy. That wasn’t a ‘helping hand’, that was throwing me to the side while you did all the work.” Your shoulders heaved up and down as your breathing became heavier the more anger filled you.

“Jesus Christ Y/N, I was trying to help! I led the mission that day and it’s my responsibility if any of you screw up. All I did was ensure none of you did.” Steves’ voice raised to match yours.

“NO! You ensured I didn’t screw up because “I’M NOT READY!”” At some point you had started to pace around the room in an attempt to calm you.

Steve ran his hand down his face as he groaned loudly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, willing himself to calm himself down also. “I just care about you Y/N/N. Please, why can’t you just understand that.”

“Well, you should go care about someone else. I didn’t see you hounding Starks’ ass about being careful.”

“Jesus H Christ, I’m in love with you, alright?!” Steve had exclaimed loudly in exasperation. You froze on the spot and slowly turned, shock evident across your face.

“Wha-what?” You stuttered out in a quiet whisper. Steve registered what had just slipped passed his lips and opened and closed his mouth, attempting to come up with some form of excuse for what he had said. “What did you just say Steve?” You spoke, your voice raised, pronunciation clear.

Steve sighed and looked down before tilting his head in the slightest to gaze into your eyes as he spoke sheepishly. “I said I’m in love with you, I love you.” He searched your face for the slightest inkling of reciprocation in the mix of a million emotions displayed across it. It had been a good minute or so of silence as you comprehended what he had just told you. He began to feel self-conscious and paranoia presented itself within him deeply. “Please say something.” He pleaded, his voice quiet.

This seemed to have snapped you out of whatever trance had engulfed you and you swallowed thickly as you looked up at him with wide eyes. You willed yourself to be brave as if you were back out in the field. You charged forward and crashed your lips to his, the move bolder than what you were used to doing.

You grasp on to him tightly, afraid he would pull away, although, you knew that was not going to be the case for he instantaneously reciprocated the intimate action with as much gusto and desperation. His larger hands came to hold on to your hips, knuckles turning white from how tightly his hands balled up your shirt.

Sooner than you had liked, you both parted and laid your foreheads against the others as you panted, desperate for any intake of oxygen. “I love you too, Steve.” You whispered breathlessly, looking up into his beautiful, blue orbs. They had even seemed to have an extra shine in this moment as you gazed deeply into them.

He smiled a huffed out a small chuckle, his thumb rubbing up and down against your side in a soothing and loving manner. “God, you drive me crazy.”

You both continued to stand there for what felt like hours when in actuality, was only a minute or so. Suddenly, a loud knock at the door echoed throughout the room before opening and revealing Sam and Bucky on the other side. “Hey, you guys comin-oh, damn, our bad. We’ll uh, leave you to it.” And with that, Sam quickly turned and shoved Bucky out along with him as he closed the door behind them.

“I think you owe me 20 bucks.” You heard Bucky’s voice through the door which had muffled the sound slightly.

“Man, I was sure they’d go another week before one of ‘em confessed.” You heard Sam whine as you presumed while he fished out the bills from his pocket to hand over to his apparent betting partner.

Their interaction had caused both you and Steve let out a small bout of laugh before turning your attention back towards one another. “I guess we should head down for food, huh?” Steve suggested whilst he had a boyish grin etched upon his face.

All you could do was mirror his smile and release a near inaudible ‘yes’ as you nod and step back, taking his larger hand into one of your own. He quickly pulled you towards him to lay a final pure, sweet, gentle kiss upon your plump lips. “Let’s go.”

He led you out of your room and towards the elevator, ready to join the others for food. As you stood in the elevator, you felt Steves’ gaze on you. You turned you head and sent him a wolfish smirk. “Bet you 20 bucks that they told everyone.”

Steve threw his head back in laughter as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer into his side. “You’re on.”

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Those pants are nice, yeah, just the pants, definitely just the pants I’m admiring, nothing else... *definitely is looking square at his ass* ...yeah man, nice pants...

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I did a Steve fic, noice

I’ve been super sucky with fics recently but I mean, college stuff, losing family, this, plus messing my knee up badly yesterday after accidently yeeting myself down some stairs, it be like that

I really hope you enjoy this

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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cas-huggybear · 3 years

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God’s most beloved

A/N: this is just a random story I wrote. It’s about Lucier and his fall, his time in the cage and his relationship with his family. And why he tortured Sam Winchester.

He was God’s favorite.

He loved him and siblings deeply.

It hadn't been his fault. The mark, his father had given him, it poisoned his mind.

God had acted irresponsible and foolish, putting such a burden on his most beloved child. He should have known that an object of such power would be too much, even for an archangel.

Then God created men.

Of course Lucifer became jealous of mankind because he loved his father more than anything, and he believed so did his father.

But he was wrong.

God showed more concern fore those creatures than him.

He could not comprehend how such weak and foolish beings even deserved to exist.

So he wanted to set humanity free; to show them that there is more than blind obedience and that free will exists. He would free their minds of the illusion his father created, show them how wrong their beloved God was.

So he seduced her, Eve, the woman. Not because she was weaker than Adam, it had been the contrary. He found more pride in seducing the stronger one, to humiliate his father even more.

He laughed when he saw Adam eating the apple out of Eve's hand, greedily biting and chewing, the sweet juices dripping down his chin.

And he laughed when he twisted Lilith's human soul, creating the first of the demons.

But then his family turned against him, coldly banishing him from heaven.

And he should have known the angel's blind devotion to their father wasn't something to be quickly overruled.

But the devotion in those who followed him burned hot and the war that came was terrible.

Heaven was shattered, and the descendants of Adam and Eve were terrified, cowering on earth below every time a deafening rumble from above rang in their fragile ears.

When he remembers the war, which divided heaven forever, all he can see is his brothers and sisters.

Angels, slain. Their wings ripped out on the base, terrible, gaping holes where beautiful, divine feathers should be.

Angels, broken and battered.

And he knew, what burns hot, fades even faster. By the time it wasn't utter love and admiration he saw in their eyes. Instead, he saw doubt and grief, slowly turning to anger and hatred. Towards him.

And in his terrible wrath he smote those who doubted him, smote his own people.

After that there were whispers in his own garrison. Whispers, that he had become insane, driven to madness by having to kill his own siblings.

And if he would have been honest to himself, he secretly knew those voices were right. But he was known for his pride and so he refused to believe so.

Perhaps he was insane, but for a different reason. The Mark. The Mark to seal away his father's sister, the Mark that held too much power for him to bear. He had to lose it. And he found a way. The foolish human Cain, tricked and deceived by the Morningstar now bore the Mark, making it widely known. Making him the first human to commit the most terrible crime: murder. He slaughtered his own brother Abel with the jawbone of a mere cow. Lucifer laughed as he saw the despair in father's eyes as it happened.

But he was afraid, afraid because he knew there was still no going back now.

Then it happened.

His father gave the orders. Lucifer followed out of pride, his beloved brother Michael followed as always out of obedience.

There was a time when he secretly used to be jealous of his brother. What a perfect soldier he was. He knew he could never be like him, and the doubt wormed its way up to his heart. But father's strong, soothing hand on his shoulder and gentle words of assurance had simply made the doubt vanish.

The first thing the oldest archangel had noticed while entering the imposing throne room, was Michael's place, – at father's right. The place where he used to stand, assisting father, deliberating with him.

Tall, proud and in golden armor, sword in his mighty hand, Michael did not look at Lucifer when he entered. His piercing blue gaze was fixated right above his brother's head, not acknowledging him. Lucifer couldn't help but grin at his brother's stubbornness.

A choir of whispers surrounded him, hundreds of angel's bearing witness in the throne room.

There was a time those whispers were full of worship and adoration – adoration for him, the Morningstar. But instead of soft, quiet whispers, words of fondness and devotion, those whispers were now cruel and harsh, piercing like the ice-cold wind of earth below.

Insane... evil... traitor... unholy... MONSTER!

He growled and turned around, facing the brutal voices. How could they. They were his family. How dared they insult him that way. After all he was the first and most powerful archangel, Lucifer Morningstar, the bringer of dawn and (he used to be) God's most beloved.

And who were they? Low, meaningless angels, talking about him like he was insane, when in truth they were the blind, little sheep.

He smiled. Pathetic, he thought, as he looked into their faces, expressions full of terror. He snapped his fingers, a dozen angels disintegrating. The unharmed angels cried out in horror, cowering under his fiery blue stare and he delighted in their fear.

“LUCIFER!”

There he was. His brother finally looked him in the eye. Lucifer grinned at him too.

“You will pay for this.”, Michael's voice sounded, threateningly low, but his older brother was not impressed.

They met in the middle of the white throne room, surrounded by angels and marble-pillars.

It happened fast. Michael raised his sword. The proud, strong archangel Michael, but most of all his dear brother, was fighting him.

They had fought before, before all of it happened. They had fought about every mild inconvenience, driving father and his siblings mad. But back then, there was always some sort of playfulness, even cheer in their eyes. And if he hurt Michael in a serious manner, or the other way around, the brothers would always apologize, hug and laugh it off, not seeing the content smile on their father's face afterwards.

But not now.

Now, it was Michael's intent to end him. His hits showed no mercy, relentlessly battling him, channeling all his strength. His mighty sword coming down on his and the look on his face, grim and cold, showing no emotion.

Lucifer knew his brothers and sisters were watching them, they cried out in horror every time one of them was hit.

The two beautiful brothers were fighting hard and relentlessly, divine swords crashing together in loud, metallic rings.

But Lucifer knew he was still a better fighter, more powerful. He was the first archangel, angel, older than his brother and he would win.

Or so he thought. He had underestimated his brother's grim determination, underestimated Michael's will to turn against him.

At first he thought there was a chance of talking to his stubborn brother, but every time he attempted to speak, his brother's eyes would glow, bright and blue, and his celestial energy would force Lucifer back.

Still the Morningstar believed he would win that terrible battle.

And Lucifer was furious. How could his brother do that to him? How could father do this to him? He loved them, he loved all of his family.

They were both bleeding now, grace shining bright through their bodies.

Father's voice rumbled through heaven's throne room, commanding them to halt in their action. They both stopped, Michael out of obedience, Lucifer out of old habit.

Father's accusations numbed him but at the same time...

There it was.

The flame inside of him, burning bright and red through his eyes and Michael's look of utter disturbance when he saw his brother's blue eyes turn red for the first time fueled his unstoppable rage even more.

With proud strides the Morningstar made his way over to father's throne.

The angels screamed as they saw him raise his sword at father, and then he screamed when Michael roughly yanked him backwards.

By his wings.

The most sensitive and most holy part of an angel's body. The most intimate. He could feel feathers ripping out, blood spilling, the small bones crushed under Michael's merciless grip.

With a roar he turned around with the intention of causing Michael as much pain as he experienced.

But then it happened. For a split second he could see Michael's facade crumble when he heard father's command. He could see the real Michael, not the cold soldier but his little brother, staring up at him in dread. Even for Michael father's choice of punishment sounded cruel.

Lucifer stared at his brother, awaiting his reaction.

A choir of terrified angel voices followed them again and when he saw the clouds dividing, the distant green of earth so contrary to the white marble of the throne room, he knew it was the end.

Michael's expression shifted back to grim and determined.

For the last time Lucifer allowed himself to look at his brothers.

Gabriel. Tears were streaming down his little brothers face, arms around a little fledgling who had buried his face in Gabriel's side.

Raphael stared at him without emotion, looking at him as if watching the clouds in heaven.

But Lucifer couldn't look at father. Not after this. He despised him.

And in this moment he swore his revenge would be terrible.

With gleaming red eyes he turned his face to look at Michael. The cold breeze from the opening rustled his and Michael's feathers.

He grinned at his brother, his face a mocking grimace.

“What are you waiting for, brother?”, he spat.

With another violent pull Michael yanked him forward once again and he could hear his bones break. The pain emerging from his wing was almost unbearable.

Lucifer wanted to stop his brother from dragging him, tried hitting him with his bare hands, kicking him, clawing at him, anything to protect his wings, but his hands did not affect Michael and he knew, it was father who protected his brother against his attacks.

He stumbled after his little brother, cursing him, cursing father and the entirety of heaven.

When his other wing broke, the angels started crying but he simply laughed.

“You are a monster, Lucifer.”, his brother's cold voice hurting him more than his grip on his wings.

With those words Michael let his white, bloodstained wings go and violently kicked him, hard, in the back, right between his destroyed wings.

Then he fell, accompanied by his sibling's cries.

What he mostly remembers from the fall is pain and the smell of his burning wings. Once he reached a certain speed, he was nothing but a ball of fire.

His broken wings were flapping useless above him, burning.

He tried to do anything to slow himself, tried to lift his once strong wings, but the broken bones did not allow him to.

It is said the scream that erupted from Lucifer's throat that moment shook not only heaven, but hell and earth as well.

And mankind was terrified once they caught sight of the archangel, falling in a fiery mess, and heard his terrible cry.

The moment he collided with earth's rough surface, he wished he had lost consciousness.

Instead, he hit the surface with a shattering thud.

Only then, everything went black.

When he woke up again, he found himself behind strong, warded metal bars., His father's print clear on them.

He knew father had meant to bind him, to not release him upon the earth, threatening his oh so beloved creation.

The millennia he spent imprisoned in the cage had their fair share on him. Healing was hard, all alone in the darkness with no help.

His wings...

His beautiful wings were destroyed. The once alabaster white feathers, with sprinkles of pure gold at the feather's ends were now black and stunted – burned.

And he wept for them, wept alone in the darkness of the sickening cage, wept for his despair and repudiation.

Once he used to laugh at his father's poor creativity, locking him up just like he did to his sister.

Once he used to laugh at the screams of the doomed souls, suffering.

After a while he stopped. He became... considerate, quiet.

Over hundreds of years he took the time of the solitude to heal himself.

And finally his wings were restored to their former glory, as well as the rest of his body.

But not his mind. It was broken and no grace, no divine power could repair it. There was nothing but a storm of dark clouds, full of hatred, disdain and rage.

So he was left with himself. Thinking, planning, listening.

And how he learned to loathe his father and all his creation.

The once beautiful archangel Lucifer Morningstar, God's most beloved child, was now the Devil.

Twisted, sick and evil, he waited.

A whisper. Promises from Azazel, one of his princes. Promises for him. He hoped Azazel wouldn't fail – otherwise not even the bars of the damned cage would save the demon from his wrath.

Then, he felt a low rumble, vibrating through the cage.

Then another. And another.

He could sense her coming. His first creation. Lilith. After all she was bound to him.

Her words were the sweetest music in his ears.

Music, of the 66 seals being broken, music of heaven's armies failing.

And finally he laughed again and all of hell heard him and cheered.

Lucifer would walk the earth and be their salvation.

With the last seal breaking, the fire in him burned again, after a long time.

He was free again.

Finally he was going to get his revenge.

And it would be so sweet.

He smiled. He would destroy the one thing that brought him his doom – humanity.

And he would find such pleasure in destroying his father’s most beloved creation.

Lucifer would destroy mankind the same way his father had destroyed him.

He was surprised at how easy it was to possess his first vessel. How easily manipulated humans still were.

Thousands of years after their creation and they were just as weak and pathetic as the day they first opened their eyes.

The suffering they would endure once he had raised hell would be terrible, and he hoped that father, wherever he was, would see the mistake he made.

He knew his brother's garrison was after him, but he had other, more important concerns.

For example convincing Sam Winchester to be his vessel – it was his destiny after all. The same way it was Sam's idiotic brother's destiny to be Michael's vessel.

But the brothers were... stronger and more resistant than usual, their brotherly love painfully reminding him of what he and Michael once used to have.

He did not worry though, they were just humans after all and he was, well, the Devil.

Then, the one thing he always tried to avoid happened.

His little brother, Gabriel got in his way, and he couldn't understand why he would care for those pagans. Lesser beings, not half as worth as his little brother himself, far beneath him.

So he left his little Gabriel the choice – him or Michael, to evaluate whether he was worthy of being a part of his new kingdom.

And oh how he wished his little brother would have picked him, how his foolish little brother would see that he was the right choice.

But Gabriel was blind and so he had to end him.

He simply couldn't show any more weakness. Now it was about his main goal, and to reach it. He would turn against his family for it, like they once turned on him. He had tried but his brother had left him no choice.

And so he had turned around, piercing his brother's own blade right through his heart, watching the life leave his eyes, shining bright and blue through them.

He cried and wept for his little brother but it had to be. There was no way he could allow any form of resistance in his kingdom.

The world would be his, only his.

But of course his other brother couldn’t let that happen.

Lucifer still loved Michael. Even now, after what Michael had done to him. Even after his last words to him had stung terribly.

So he tried talking to him, get him to understand that he wasn’t evil. (Just) simply misunderstood.

But his stupid, prideful, stubborn brother wouldn’t listen to him. He was just as blind as Gabriel was.

So they had to fight and he knew he would win. He was the Morningstar after all.

And his kingdom would rise.

But then, this miserable human and his imbecile brother damaged his plans.

When Sam Winchester accepted to be his vessel, he knew he should have locked him far away in his mind before, but it was so much fun watching the younger Winchester suffer.

Watching it tear him apart that he wasn’t strong enough to overpower him, to watch innocent people die at his own hands.

And how he enjoyed beating up the pitiful other one, Dean, making him suffer at his Sammy’s hand.

But he underestimated them, and he cursed himself for it.

His stupid vessel took control, and it grabbed Michael, dragging both of them with him.

And then he was there again.

The one place he wished to never be again, the one place he feared.

He had wished to never having to look at the iron bars, how they seemingly got closer with every breath he took.

But this time he wasn’t alone.

And even if he couldn’t get his revenge on father, he knew ways nobody else knew of, to make the person suffer who brought him back to the hell hole.

A smile crept up his face.

He would break Sam Winchester.

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hazzoranstories · 3 years

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THE WHITE SUN AT MIDNIGHT | J.BLACK Ch. 43

"Do you think she'll live? Bella, I mean," Jacob whispered to Paige, who was slowly falling asleep on his shoulder. The two Alphas were trying to sleep without their minds attacking them with all their problems but had been unsuccessful for hours.

"No," the Claymore gloomed.

"Then why don't you try and talk her out of it. Or at least show you disapprove."

"Because then she'll die having her sister mad at her. It's bad enough to have you and Cullen upset with her. I don't want to cause her more pain."

Jake sighed and pulled Paige closer, squeezing them across his small mattress. "I would just prefer we be on the same page."

"Well, right now, Bella is more important than what you prefer."

Silence filled the air, minus both their steady breathing. "What are you gonna tell your pack?" Jake asked.

"The truth. That Bella is doomed to suffer some fate we don't know of yet and that I'm staying down here until this is over."

"And after that?"

"I have no clue. I'm starting to regret moving them here. They belonged in Polson."

"Let's say you stayed in Montana after burying that son of a bitch you used to call an Alpha. What would you do then? Your pack had nothing else there."

"They had friends, family; they had lives there."

"And you have yours here. You're their Alpha, Paige. You have to realize that if they don't follow you to your darkest places, then they're not your true followers," Paige looked around to gaze at Jacob, who looked more serious than usual. She knew that his new status as an Alpha was already stressing him out, but he was a natural-born leader, blood or not.

"You're gonna make such a good little Alpha to Seth," she said with a grin. The werewolf flipped around, so she was on her stomach and brushed a thumb along Jake's bottom lip.

The Black boy rolled his eyes. "He's not my follower. He's just helping me out as a friend," he argued.

"Sure. And the sexual tension is non-existent right now," Paige teased, causing a scoff to escape Jake's lips.

~:*:~

"Sam's lost the element of surprise, and he doesn't want to take you on outnumbered, so he's not gonna come at you head-on. He's got this place surrounded, and he'll wait for his opportunity," Jacob explained to the Cullen family.

"We won't get through without a fight," Emmett boasted.

"No fights. We won't be the ones to break the treaty," Carlisle interrupted.

"The treaty is void, at least in Sam's mind," Jake said.

"Not in ours," Esme added.

"Carlisle, no one's hunted for weeks," Emmett worried.

"We'll make do," Esme forced, and the burly vampire stepped back and gulped.

"You've done us a great service, Jacob. Thank you," Carlisle commented, and Jake nodded.

~:*:~

"How can you do this to us?!"

"I can't believe this!"

"You're insane!"

"We have to leave again!"

"We just got here!"

Paige let her follower's jeers and complaints hit her like a wave of rushing water, spraying her in the face. Besides Jake's advice to not act on impulse and doubt towards her decisions as Alpha, Paige couldn't slip past this one option. Sending her pack home. It sounded simple enough, and it was, but leaving her behind in Forks while they returned could overload them with guilt which would later lead to drowning in their own thoughts. She had seen it happen to a lone wolf who had returned to her father after saving himself to get across the Canadian border. What was left of him was a horrific sight. Or at least for a seven-year-old girl. He was halfway through being driven insane after only a few months away from his Alpha. Chayton didn't handle him very well when he returned.

"Everyone shut up!" Chloe screamed across the remaining seven other wolves. "I'm sure Paige has an explanation for her reasoning."

The young girl looked toward Paige with hopeful eyes, and the Alpha coughed awkwardly. "Yes, I do. Everyone knows what happens when a Claymore wolf leaves their Alpha, and I am aware of this."

"You're practically sending us to our death! From the inside out!" Someone barked, and a glare fell across Paige's eyes.

"However!" She raised her voice. "You all know I don't live up to my father. And I never will. Hell, I'm not even a good Alpha. I'm not that much better than Kaimbe. At least he knew what he was doing; he had a plan. I never have a plan. But for once, I had a solution that kept me in Forks with you all in Polson. And it wouldn't drive anyone insane unless under their own doing," everyone's interest perked up.

"I'll be leaving this pack," an eruption of yells came from the small crowd again. "Which means the position of Alpha is handed down to the Beta. What do you say, Mika?" Everyone looked toward Mika, who had his mouth agape.

"Of course," he gasped, a smile spreading across his face. Ryland patted his father on the back, and Chloe was still in her starstruck stance.

"Excellent."

A/N: Another short chapter ops

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snapplejaxs · 3 years

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Our Story

Sam Winchester x reader

For @negans-lucille-tblr SPN Secret Santa Fic Exchange. My SS: @pinknerdpanda

a/n: I kinda got carried away and this was super long and I had to keep editing it down. Sorry it took so long ♥️

5k words // all mistakes and bad writing are mine.

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“Did you find everything okay?" The cashier asks me as he eyes my gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, Cheetos, mint ice-cream, and Oreos, before looking up at me with a look. I suddenly feel like a little kid who was let free in a candy store.

"Yup, this is everything. Movie night with the kids." I lie with a smile.

"Ahh." He nods as he starts to ring up the junk without another word. And thank God for that. I didn't need to feel purchase shamed. It’s Friday night, I’m off of work for the weekend, and this is my money. I can spend it how I want. And what I want is to get junk food and not leave my apartment until Monday morning. I pay quickly, skipping my receipt, and grabbing my packed plastic bag. "Happy holidays. Enjoy your night." The cashier calls.

"Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when I pull it open to step out into the cold night. The street lights are on but the streets are empty. The sidewalks are even emptier, except for a homeless man playing his guitar and singing ‘Joy To The World’ while his dog sleeps nearby.

Snow hasn't fallen, but it's so cold I expect it by morning, if not any minute from now. I secure my bag around my wrist and tuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I walk down the sidewalk, watching my breath appear and disappear in front of me. My gloved fingers wrap around the few dollar bills of my change and I stop to lay it into the homeless man’s cup. He wishes me a merry Christmas and continues his holiday carols.

My apartment is a block away. I could have driven to the market but decided to walk since my only plan was loading up on sweets and sours and I thought I could at least try to exercise. But feeling this weather, I now know walking was a mistake. I just want to get home as quickly as possible to wrap up in blankets, drink hot chocolate, eat my sweets and watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas.

The street lights up as a car approaches. I stop walking and watch it pass me and the road is clear again. No one else seems to be coming and there’s no need to walk all the way to the crossroad when the road is empty. I can just cross right here and be home quicker. The streets light up again and a car comes speeding down the road.

It passes me so quickly I can feel the breeze fly off of it. Jesus, who needs to be driving that fast? I step into the street when the car fully disappears. Suddenly the street lights up again. I hear the car before I can see it. It’s black and loud and driving just as fast as the one that just passed me. Before I can make a move, the lights get brighter and closer. It takes me only a second to realize it’s too late to run. I drop my bag right before the crash.

Beep. The street lights up again. I hear the car before I can see it. Beep. It’s black and loud and driving just as fast as the one that just passed me. Beep. Before I can make a move, the lights get brighter and closer. Beep. It takes me only a second to realize it’s too late to run.

I throw my hands up to block the bright light, gasping, and blinking. There's no car. No street. I’m not even outside. I’m in a white room with a light burning my eyes. My throat is dry, my mouth tastes metallic, and holy fuck the lights are so bright.

“Hi.” I jump at the voice. I turn to see a man, who I've never seen before in my life, sitting in a chair nearby. His face is anxious, yet soft. He stares at me thoughtfully with emerald eyes and shiny brown hair brushing his shoulders. “Hi. Are you okay?”

Am I okay? “What the hell?” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s so dry and quiet, and hardly there. “W-who are you?” I speak anyway.

“My name-, uh, I'm Sam.” He touches his chest, stuttering anxiously. “I, uh, I hit you with my car. And I am so, so sorry.”

I blink up at the man. “You hit me with your car?”

“I’m really sorry.” He shakes his head slowly. “I- I, I tried to stop. So I didn't run you over exactly, I just kind of hit you. You fell and knocked your head pretty hard, nothing’s broken, but you're face--”

“What’s wrong with my face?” I try to sit up, touching my cheek. I can feel bandages under my fingers. My wrist is wrapped up.

“Nothing is wrong with your face.” I hear Sam say as I look around for any type of reflection in the room. “Just some cuts and bruises, but you still look,” I turn to him, “nice.” He breathes out before clearing his throat and looking away. I touch my wrist.

"I thought nothing was broken," I wave my wrapped hand at him.

"It's sprained."

“Okay…" I sit back in my bed. "Did you call the police?”

“No.” His eyes snap back to mine, suddenly widening. “I uh, was kinda hoping we didn’t have to get the police involved?”

He's kidding, right? There’s a knock on the door before it opens. A nurse walks into the room with a tablet in her hand.

“Oh, Mrs. Plant. You're awake.” She smiles at me and I quickly glance at Sam. Cause who the hell is Mrs. Plant?

“Yeah.” He stands from his chair, rising 12 feet in the air. “She uh, just woke up. Her throat is very dry. Do you think she could get some water, maybe?”

“No problem.” She turns to look at me. “How are you feeling? Any pain?”

“Hm, no." I try to speak. "Nothing right now.”

“That’s good.” She taps on the tablet. “You're very lucky to have no serious injuries after being involved in a hit and run.” Hit and run? I look over at Sam again who gives me pleading eyes. Not wanting to be in trouble.

“Yeah, so lucky.” I croak.

“And you're even luckier your fiance was there with you.”

Fiance?! I almost shout out, but the words get stuck in my throat and I start coughing. My throat is burning from the dryness and I grab it. Sam immediately towers over me.

“Okay, this can wait.” The nurse lowers her tablet. “Let me go get you some water. I’ll be right back.”

"Thank you," Sam says as we watch her leave the room. He then turns to his chair to get a water bottle and hands it to me. "Are you okay?"

"You had water?"

"Yeah, I just wanted her to leave the room." He tells me as I drink the semi-cold water. It soothes the burn but adds pain. I drink anyway. “I uh, kinda told the nurse you were my fiance so she let me stay with you," Sam says. "I mean, I hit you with my car. I wasn't just gonna drop you off and leave. I had to make sure you were okay.” I lower the half empty bottle and stare at him. He looks nervous, exhausted, and something else I can't put my finger on.

"You're mad?" He breathes. "Understandable. You have every right to be mad. I friggin ran you over for fucks-sakes. Of course you're mad."

"Hit me." I correct him, and he ceases to look at me. "You hit me. You didn't run me over."

"Right." He pathetically smiles, clearly not in a smiling mood, before his face falls into a troubled neutral again. "So um... Did you want to press charges?”

The door opens again. This time not the Nurse with water, but the concerned face of my ex-boyfriend, Henry, as he runs over to my bed. “Manda? What the hell? Are you okay?”

“Henry?" I suddenly feel like choking again. "What are you doing here?”

“The hospital called me. You got ran over?” His chest rises and falls and his eyes are enormous. He must have run down the hall. Henry and I broke up 6 months ago. But apparently, he's still my emergency contact.

“I didn't get run over. I just got--"

“Holy shit your face." He cuts me off. "And your arm." He points to my wrapping. "What happened?"

“It's my wrist. And it's not broken, I--"

“Who’s this?” He speaks over me again, pointing at Sam.

“This is Sam--”

“Sam? Who’s Sam?”

“Sam’s my finance!” I say louder than expected. But at least he finally shuts up. He stares at me and in confusion, eyebrows raised and face frozen. If I weren't so confused myself I would be enjoying this.

“Your fiance?” I hear the sound of my Mom's voice behind Henry.

Now my eyes widen. "Mom?"

"Yeah, I called your mom.” Henry steps aside, and in the doorway is my mom and little brother Matt. My mom dressed elegantly in a red dress suit and my brother in his school tie and slacks.

"Oh my God, look at your face!" My mom practically shrieks when she sees me. "Manda, how on earth did this happen? Is your arm broken?"

"No mom. I just sprained it." A quick glance at Sam. "It was a hit and run. I fell on it but I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine. You look horrible."

"Thanks, Mom."

"And this man." She gestures towards Sam. "Did I hear correctly? You have a fiance?" Henry's eyes lock on mine waiting for my answer.

"Yes." I match his stare. "This is Sam." I place my hand on top of his. "My fiance." Sam smiles at me and then nods towards my mother.

"Hi." He waves with his free hand.

"Are you knocked up?" Matt asks me with a smile on his face.

"Matty." My mom scolds him but turns to study my face. "Are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Well then, explain to me why you're engaged and I'm just now hearing about it?" She crosses her arms.

I let go of Sam's hand. "I was going to tell you this weekend, I swear."

"This weekend is still too late of notice. I should have known sooner." Mom states. "I don't know anything about this man. When did you two start dating? Where did you meet? Are you living together? How did he propose? What does he do for a living?" She shoots questions at me, and I dramatically grab my head.

"One question at a time, please."

"When's the wedding?" Henry cuts in. His aggressive eyes staring Sam down. I look back over to Sam stares Henry down right back.

"June." He says as calmly as ever. And I nod.

"Yup. We like June." I add on to his lie.

"Well, I suppose June is nice." Mom agrees. "That way your face can heal."

“Where’s your engagement ring?” Henry counters.

I look down at my ring-less hand, not knowing what to say. “Well um-”

“She hit her head.” Sam says. “She had to take the ring off because it's metal, and she couldn't get a CAT scan with metal on. It’s with her other stuff.”

I stare up at the stranger in surprise. He’s smart and a quick thinker.

“Well you just have an answer for everything don't you, Sammy?” Henry mocks.

“It’s Sam.” Sam demands in a strict voice. “Don’t ever call me Sammy.” Sam says directly to Henry and the room gets quiet. The door opens and the Nurse finally enters with the water.

"Ow." I grab my head, not actually feeling any pain, but just wanting to be left alone. "Ow. My head." I touch Sam's hand. "Sam?"

“Excuse me,” Sam turns his attention to the nurse. ”She's having some pain. Maybe we should call it a night, with the visitors?"

The Nurse hands me the cold water. "It is getting late. I can give you some pain medicine, dinner, and then you can sleep. We can check your results in the morning." She looks at Sam. "Will you be staying the night as well?"

"Oh? Um..." Sam turns to me and our eyes meet. He was cute. I won't lie. And for some weird reason, I feel safe with him. But I don't know if I want to be alone with him and make awkward small talk.

"I'm just gonna sleep." I tell him with a shrug. "You just go home and come back tomorrow… Honey.”

"Okay." He smiles. "I'll see you in the morning, honey.” He gives me a little nod. ”Get some sleep." His eyes look towards my family and I follow him. My mother, my brother and Henry watch us intensely. I turn back to Sam with a smile. "Goodnight." He says and starts to lean down to me. I prepare myself and he places a shy kiss on my lips. It's not mind shattering or romantic, more stiff and forced. I pull away and make the mistake of looking at Matt, who is silently laughing to himself. I ignore him and smile at Sam.

"Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow."

The door buzzing wakes me up. Followed by loud knocking. I quickly, but carefully, get out of bed and hurry to open the door to my mother, and Matt holding books in his arms.

"Mom? What the…? What are you doing? Why are you beating on my door this early in the morning?"

"Early? it's almost 1 o'clock. And we have a wedding to plan. You won't return my phone calls so we can do this in person." She invites herself in. "God, this place is a mess. How are you getting married?" Matt quickly follows her, struggling with the books.

I close the door and lay my head against it. Why didn't Sam just kill me? I was released from the hospital yesterday, and Sam took me home to sleep. But this fake wedding is all my mother can talk about. I was just ran over by a car. No soup. Or 'Get Well Soon' balloons. Just voicemails about a chicken menu and pink vs pink napkins.

"Manda!" She calls from the couch. "Get in here and come look at this color for bridesmaid's dresses. I know you said June, so we should probably be looking at a Summer's Collection, but this orange is just so lovely. You'll die when you see it."

"Oh, I wish." I push off of the door just as there's a knock. If she invited a planner I swear I'll... "Sam?"

"Hi." He smiles a wary smile. "I uh..." He lifts the paper bag he's holding in his hands. "You were holding groceries when I hit you. The ice cream ruined everything, so I replaced it. I also got you some other stuff.”

"Oh right." I laugh, embarrassed at the thought of all the junk he had to buy for a grown adult. "Um, thank you let me take it."

"No, no, no. I can bring it in." I step aside and let him in. "How's your wrist?" He places the bag on the counter.

"It's okay. I was just about to take some medicine."

"Oh, are you in pain?"

"No, I'm not." I rock on my heels. "Well, not in my wrist anyway, but trust me, a headache is coming."

"Hey, Sam." Matt enters the kitchen with a dirty smile as he looks between us. "Hey Ma, Sam is here." He walks over to the brown bag and pulls out apples. “And he bought fruit..?”

Sam's eyebrows raise to his forehead. "Your mom’s here?"

"Sam?" Mom calls as she walks up to him. "What a lovely surprise. I was just wondering where you were."

"Hi." Sam gives me a quick look. "It's good to see you again. I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

"No, not at all. The man my daughter is going to marry and I don't know a thing about you. Come here." She tugs him by the arm and drags him away to the couch. "Come sit son, and look at some of these magazines. Tell me what colors you like."

"Son." Matt laughs as he digs through the bag for the gummy worms. I need to tell her, and now is the time.

"Mom..." I mumble more to myself than her. I follow them to the couch and see her flipping through the magazine.

"Is your family excited about the wedding? I'd just love to meet your mother." She questions Sam with a giant smile.

"Oh wow," Sam stops on a page in the dress magazine. "This orange is really nice."

"Isn't it?" Mom practically hits the ceiling. "Oh Manda, you picked a smart one. And pretty too." She runs her hands through his hair. "Just wait until you meet the rest of the family at the Christmas party. They just can not wait to meet you Sam."

"The what?" My heart speeds up. “What are you talking about Mom?”

“Mom told everyone you were engaged.” Matt says with a mouth full of gummy worms as he sits across the couch in the lazy chair.

“"What? When? Why?" I walk over to look at her. “Ma, would you do that?"

She looks up at me. "Do what? Share the good news of my only daughter finally getting married?" She scoffs. "What's the problem? You're engaged. This is something to celebrate. I just let people know that you were bringing your fiance to the Christmas party.” She turns back to the magazine. “They're excited that you're getting married.”

"But I'm not Ma."

"What?" She snaps up to look at me.

"Sam and I aren't engaged." I sigh and sit across from her on the wooden coffee table. "I've never met him before last night. He’s the one who hit me. He took me to the hospital and told the Nurse we were engaged so he could stay in the hospital room with me, otherwise they would have made him leave."

The room is quiet, but nor quiet enough due to Matt’s chewing and laughing through his nose. Mom looks between me and Sam, who sits frozen.

"I'm sorry," he says. “It’s all my fault really. I should have told the truth.”

"So you're not engaged?" Mom says to me and I shake my head. "Manda, why would you say a lie like this? I've already told everyone." She stands to pace the room. "Your father is flying home, he can’t wait to meet Sam. Your aunt is buying a damn cake! One of those fancy ones that don't look edible, like in the cake magazines."

“Cake magazines?” Sam questions himself.

“Why?” I ask her. “Why buy a cake?”

"She's probably in shock," Matt shrugs from the chair. “Everyone else was.”

"Manda, you almost died the other night.” Mom tells me. “People are very excited about your engagement and want to celebrate you."

"Especially when no one thought it was gonna happen." Matt comments and I turn to him.

"Shut up, Matty."

"Maybe,” Sam speaks up and we all turn to him. “I could go to the party? You know weddings get called off all the time. I can show up. Meet all your friends and family, and then sometime in March, when no one sees it coming. We could, ya know, go out separate ways.”

"Great, more lying!" Mom throws her arms. “I don't know how I feel about inviting a stranger to my house.”

"A stranger?” Matt shouts. “Twelve seconds ago, he was son. Now he's a stranger?"

"Alright.” Mom shouts. “Okay. I guess to save everyone a night of embarrassment and questions. I'll play along with your lies.” She turns to Matt. “We both will.” She looks at me. “I’ll tell your father the truth when he lands but for everyone else, you two need to get your story straight at least.” She grabs her purse.“I’ll see you both next Saturday at 6 o’clock. Let’s go Matthew.”

Matt stands and holds up the gummy worms. “Taking these with me. But you can keep those heavy books.” He follows mom before turning back to me. “Oh, and advice- work on the fake kissing. Cause I kinda knew the truth night one. Bye.” Sam and I watch them leave and I turn to look at him.

“Sorry about them. About all of this engagement crap I just dragged you into.”

“It's not your fault.” He says. “I’m the one who told the lie."

"Yeah but I should have told her the truth sooner. But seeing Henry just…”

“I get it.” Sam nods. “Everything happened so fast and it was a heat of the moment thing. Don't worry. I can play along.” He touches his hair. “I don't have an ugly Christmas sweater though."

"Oh don’t worry, it's not that kind of Christmas party. It's more of a black tie event. Lots of tiny foods and champagne. My parent’s maid and cook will be walking around serving guests.” I stand to close the open magazines and books on the table. "Have you ever seen Die Hard? A Christmas party like that, minus the explosions which I...."I turn back to Sam and he looks physically sick. His skin getting pale and eyes gloomy. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah.” He nods to himself. "I just... “ He clears his throat. “A black tie party. I can do that."

"You don't own a Christmas sweater but you have a tux?" I set the books down, ignoring the little moment he had. “You must be a workaholic.”

“No I’m not. Well, not anymore, I guess. I just don't celebrate holidays much." He shrugs. "Never have really. Hey, are you hungry?” He switches the subject out of nowhere. “I’m kind of starving. So maybe we can work on our story while we eat?”

“Yeah, okay.” I look down at myself and realize I’m in pajamas. “Uh, just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.”

“Of course. “ Sam chuckles. “Take your time, I'll just wait here.”

“Thanks.” I walk back to my room to change.

Sam's car is beautiful. I didn't get the chance to appreciate it the other day when he drove me home because I so was tired. But seeing it now, shining in the sun, it’s gorgeous. He pulls into the parking lot of a diner I’ve never seen before, even though I’ve lived in this town my entire life.

“A diner?” My voice came out more critical than I intended.

“You don't like it?” Sam gets that nervous look on his face again and starts his car. “We can go somewhere else, I just--”

“No.” I stop him. “No. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound judgey. That was the rich girl in me that my mom raised trying to come alive again. A diner is fine. I'm not my mother. You saw my apartment. You saw my groceries. This is great. Let’s go.”

The diner experience is different. We got seated quickly. It wasn't crowded and the place smelt like pancakes. I look over the menu seeing pictures of nachos, burgers, and breakfast platters. The natural born sweet toother in me wanted something sweet. I place the menu down and looked at Sam.

“I think want pancakes.” I bite my bottom lip. “Is that weird? It’s almost 2 o’clock.”

Sam throws his head back in laughter. The first time I’ve seen him do that and it made me laugh. “That’s not weird. It’s a diner. Get pancakes.”

“Okay. What are you getting?”

“Probably a salad.”

“Well great.” I close my menu. “You eat all healthy, while I eat syrup and butter. The pressure you just put on me.”

He laughs again. “I'm vegan actually.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I've been vegan for about three years now. I've always wanted to try it but…” His words die down. He looks down at his menu, with those sad puppy eyes making an appearance again. Something is off about this guy.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s a long boring story, really.” He slightly laughs its off. “Trust me you don't want to hear about my discovery of veganism.”

“You never wanna talk about yourself."

His face flinches in confusion. "What?"

"You never talk about yourself," I repeat. "You always change the subject when anyone asks about you. I noticed it back at the hospital. And then today when my mom asked about your family. What's up with that? Do you have arrest warrants or something? I don't even know your real last name. Just Plant from the phony insurance card you gave."

He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. "Winchester."

"Sam Winchester." I repeat the name. "Nice. Tell me something else about you besides your name.”

“Um, I have a dog?” He says it like it's a question.

“Aww. What’s it’s name?”

“Miracle.”

“Well, that’s very cute Sam. Where are you from and Miracle from?"

"Kansas."

"Any family?"

"No.” He shakes his head. “It's just me and Miracle." I know that's not true. Everyone has family. But the look on his face told me not to ask anymore questions about it. So I don't.

"Hi." The waitress approaches our table. "Ready to order?"

"Coming!" I say as I smooth out the wrinkles in my dress and make my way to the door. I open it and see Sam dressed nicely in his tuxedo. "Hi."

"Hey." He smiles a handsome smile. Probably the first genuine smile I've seen from him since we met. "You look really nice."

"Ha, don't lie. My face is still kind of beat up, but I covered what I could in makeup." I step out of the apartment and close the door behind me. “Ready to go?"

"Let's go." He leans his arm out and I hook around him. "And for the record, I'm not lying. You look amazing, Manda."

"Thank you, Sam. You look pretty good yourself."

The drive to my parents is quick and filled with trivia about our story. We met at the park where I like to read, and where Sam walks his dog. His dog got loose and ran to me, spilling my coffee. Sam offered to replace it. We dated for five months before he proposed during a picnic in the park. And a week later I got hit.

Sam drives his car through the gate of my parents mansion. The parking lot is filled with cars of my relatives and family friends. The lawn lit up with decorations and the mansion with Christmas lights.

"Wow, this is your parents house?" Sam looks up at the house in awe.

"Yup." I exhale. "And before we go I'm, I apologize for everything in advance.” Sam laughs even though I’m serious. “You're laughing now, but I'm not kidding. Rich people are snobs and it's only going to get worse once we walk into that house."

“Alrighty then, I'll remember that.” Sam parks the car and turns to me. “ I have something for you.” He digs through his pocket and pulls out a ring. “It’s nothing special. It’s from a pond shop. But in case anyone asks, you know?”

“Smart thinking. That completely slipped my mind.” I hold my hand out for it but he slips it on my finger himself. I can feel my face heating up, and my stomach flipping. God, why is this happening. “Thanks.” I look down at the ring on my hand, and avoid his eyes. “Let’s do this thing shall we?”

As soon as we enter the foyer we are greeted with congratulations. Everyone from my aunt to my very distant cousins who I haven't seen since my childhood we're in the room. There are balloons and a giant banner with ‘You're Engaged’ spelled out in gold letters. There’s the giant Christmas tree, faux gifts, decorative lights and candles, and the fancy cake my mother mentioned sitting on a table surrounded by finger foods. This clearly is a huge deal.

Sam stood close to me throughout most of the party. But eventually, my dad took him away once he saw Sam’s Impala and I lost track of him. Once I was alone, my Aunt Janie pulled me aside to ask me question after question about Sam and give me all tons of wedding advice that I wasn't gonna need. Every time I saw or passed Matt he had a joke about me and Sam to tell. No one was enjoying themselves more than him tonight. Mom barely spoke to me, probably still upset about getting all excited about a wedding only to find out it was a lie. But the cake aunt Janie bought was good. So there’s that.

I ate and drank, not enough to get drunk, but enough to keep saying ‘thank you’ every time someone congratulated me, asked to see my ring, or wanted to hear the story of the proposal for the gazillionth time. There was only so much I could take in one night. If this is what engagements are like, I'm in no rush to do this again.

It’s getting late and I just wanted to go home now. I look around the party and don’t see Sam anywhere.

"Well, Merry Christmas to me." A voice says behind me. I turn around and meet Henry. He's dressed sharply in a nice velvet suit and holding two drinks in his hand. "I know how much you hate these, so let's get out of here, huh? You and me?"

"Yeah, no thanks.” I give him my bitchiest smile. “I'm here with someone."

"Ah, you mean Sammy?" He scoffs. "He's obviously a weirdo. He has no family. Lives in a motel, and just drives around towns running people over. And he needs a haircut." He extends a drink to me. "Let's get out of here, Manda."

I don’t even want to know how he knows so much about Sam or who invited him to this party, I just want to get away from him. "Get home safe Henry. Or don’t. I could care less." I turn to walk away, spotting Matt sitting with some of the younger kids at the party. "Matty? Have you seen Sam?"

"Can't keep track of your rent-a-man?" He laughs to himself.

“Enough already.” I hold back from choking him.“I just want to find Sam and go home.”

“I saw him talking with Dad. I think he invited him to that old school car show he goes to once a year. You might need to extend your contract to August.”

I push past Matt to hurry outside. Maybe they were in the garage. Dad is always sneaking off to show off his car collection. Without getting too far, I see Sam standing out on the patio, with his hands in his pockets and looking up at the sky.

"Sam?" He stiffens when he hears me but doesn't turn. "Sam? It's freezing out here."

"Yeah.” He turns to look at me and something about the way his face breaks my heart. “You ready to go?” He asks me.

“Sam, what's wrong?"

"What? Nothing I just…” He looks everywhere but at me. “This was just a lot, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I really didn't expect it to be this bad. Everyone questioning you. And my Dad not leaving your side. And then Matt with all the stupid jokes.” I breathe. “God, you're so lucky you don't have a brother.” Sam pauses, looking at me with so much pain. I don't know what I said, but I hate myself for saying it. “What?” He says nothing but turns away from me and starts to walk towards his car. “Sam?” I follow behind him but his legs are longer and he moves faster. “Sam, wait.” He doesn't slow down so I run after him. “Sam!”

He unlocks his car and I run over to the other side. At this point, I’m sure he’d leave me here without hesitation. I let myself in his car and turn to him.“Sam, what happened? Did I say something wrong?” He shakes his head but doesn’t tell me what’s bothering him. We sit in silence for a minute. “Why did you help me?” I ask him. He stays quiet so I continue. “I mean, why not just drop me off and drive away if you didn't want to get in trouble with the cops? Why’d you come back the next day? Drive me home. Bring me groceries, and then take me out to lunch? You texted me all throughout the week--”

“Yeah, I get it.” He cuts me off with a sniffle. “I guess, I was just lonely. I just wanted someone to talk to?”

“Okay, so talk to me.” I touch his hand. “Tell me what’s wrong with you Sam. No offensive, but something has been off about you since the day I met you.”

He slowly turns to me, eyes watery with the look he had when I first met him. Nervousness, exhaustion, and agony.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.” He whispers. I wrap my hand around his.

“I won’t.”

To my surprise he holds my hand back. “I…” He catches his shaky breath before he begins. “I had a brother.” He sniffles. “His name was Dean…”

Gummy worms, popcorn, hot chocolate, mint ice-cream, and Oreos. I think that’s everything. I palace all the junk on the counter. “Movie night with the kids.” I tell the cashier with a smile. She smiles and rings up the junk.

"Did you get any fruit?" Sam comes up behind me with a bag of apples in his hand.

"The Gummy worms are fruit flavored.” I smile at him.

“Stop it.” He places the apples down on the counter. “De, come on kiddo, time to go.”

Dean comes hurrying down the chip aisle with Cheetos in his hand. “Forget these mom.”

“Thanks Deano,” I take the chips. “Movie night would have been ruined without these.”

“You both are gonna rot your teeth.” Sam teases and ruffles Dean’s hair. I pay quickly, skipping the receipt, and Sam grabs the packed paper bag.

"Happy holidays and enjoy your night." The cashier calls to us.

"Thank you, you too.” The door chimes when Dean pushes it open for us to step out into the cold night. “It’s snowing,” Dean shouts reaching his hand up to the fallen ice.

“It’s freezing.” I say. “The faster we get home, the better. I want hot chocolate and Charlie.”

“Don't worry, I'm sure Charlie Brown it's not going anywhere.” am throws his arms around me and places a soft kiss on my lips as the snow falls delicately around us. I pull away and look up at my happy husband smiling at me. “Seriously Sam, I don’t want to miss it. We need to go.”

He scoffs with a playful eye roll. “I know you don’t.”

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