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Liam- Badass

A/N: This one has been in my ask box for a really long time, but I hope you guys enjoy it! I’ve been rewatching season 6, and Liam has grown on me a lot as a character!

Request: Hi can you plz do a review where (based in season 6 episode 14 where everyone Is judging Liam and all that) and the reader is trying to be nice to him and be his friend when no one else will but Nolan has a crush on her and that is another reason he wants Liam to change so she can she the “monster” he is thx❤️❤️😘

“Find anything interesting?”

You jumped. The voice had startled you as it came from behind a library shelf. When you turned, a pair of blue eyes caught yours through an empty space between books.

“Sorry,” Nolan Holloway apologized, smiling sheepishly as he came around to your aisle. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” you told him. “I was just trying to find another copy of the bio textbook for Liam. He forgot his.”

Nolan glanced back toward the collection of tables in the middle of the school library. One was occupied by Liam, Mason and Corey, with a single empty seat waiting for you.

“Study group?” he asked.

“Sort of,” you told him. “It was kind of spontaneous.”

He nodded. “You know, I don’t really get why you hang out with those guys. Mason and Corey, I sort of understand, but Liam? He just seems like he’s hiding something.”

You raised your eyebrows. It wasn’t the first time someone had questioned your friendship with Liam because of his temper, but Nolan seemed to be talking about something else entirely. “What do you mean?”

“You have to notice all the weird stuff that goes on around here, right?”

“I think everyone does.”

“Yeah, so haven’t you noticed that they’re always at the center of it all?”

“Not really, no,” you told him. “You sure you’re not imagining things? The bio exam is coming up and I don’t think anyone is getting much sleep…”

You trailed off as you noticed he was still staring at your friends. You were about to just back up and leave when he turned to you.

“I’m not sleep-deprived. I just pay attention. I pay attention to you too, you know.”

He had this strange, intense look in his eyes, and you were suddenly uncomfortable.

“Okay,” you agreed, struggling to keep a polite smile on your face. “Well, I’ve gotta get back to studying so…”

You trailed off and turned, quickly walking back to your table.

“There aren’t any more books,” you told Liam.

“That’s fine. We can just share...hey, are you okay?”

Liam had seen Nolan getting a little too close to you over by the bookshelves. He knew he had a tendency to be a little overprotective, and, as Mason had also pointed out, a little too jealous. Maybe he didn’t have a right to be, but there were many times that he couldn’t help it. He had heard the way the other lacrosse players talked about you in the locker room.

Nolan himself had said a few disgusting things when he didn’t think Liam had heard him. Though he couldn’t confront his teammate outright, he made sure to check him extra hard at practice.

Maybe that was why he had been so suspicious as he watched Nolan breathe down your neck while you searched for an extra textbook. Maybe it also had something to do with how much Liam cared for you, and the fact that Nolan seemed to be up to something worse than getting into your pants.

You nodded as you sat down at the table. “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just...I don’t know. Do you ever get the feeling like something bad is about to happen?”

Corey and Mason shared a concerned look, but Liam tilted his head.

“Like what? We might fail the test? Cause I don’t think I need a feeling to tell me that.”

“Shut up,” you complained, feeling the worry roll off your shoulders. “We’re going to make sure you don’t.”

You scooted your chair closer to him and opened up the textbook you had left on the table. “Let’s start with Chapter Nine.”

He leaned in to read next to you and flashed you a grateful smile. You were just about to turn the page when a couple of books slammed onto the table. You flinched at the noise, instinctively moving closer to Liam.

Nolan was standing at the edge of the table, smiling at the four of you. “Hey guys.”

“Hey, Nolan,” Mason said politely.

“Mind if I sit?” Nolan asked.

Liam opened his mouth to protest, but Nolan was already pulling a fifth chair up to the table.

Corey glanced over and met your eyes. He had seen you talking to Nolan in the stacks, and by the way his eyebrows were raised you knew he was wondering if you had invited him over. You shook your head.

Mason cleared his throat. “Studying for the bio test?”

“Trying,” Nolan said with a strange grin, sitting down next to you. “Trying to understand how organisms evolve and change.”

“I don’t think this is on the test,” Corey said hesitantly.

Nolan’s lips twitched, and he clicked the pen in his hands, over and over. He glanced around the table. “Do you think DNA changes?”

“If it’s damaged,” Mason told him.

“I wonder if any of us have changed,” Nolan wondered aloud. “And if we did...would there be any way to tell?”

“Like a DNA test?”.

Nolan smiled as he turned the pen over in his hands. “I was thinking a different type of test.”

Liam stood up suddenly.

“You know what, Nolan? This is a private study group. Get lost.”

Nolan nodded, seeming to understand. He pushed himself up from the table, flashing you a warm smile. For a second, it seemed like he was going to leave. Then, looking right into your eyes, he stabbed his pen into Corey’s hand.

You let out a shriek, and Corey cried out as blood splashed onto the table. Now it was glistening on the wood and your textbook.

“What the hell is your problem?” Mason demanded, but Nolan wasn’t phased.

He reached forward, jerking Corey’s hand up and holding it high for everyone in the library to see. The hole that should have been there was gone, like it had completely healed.

“Look at him!” he snarled at you. “Look at him!”

The entire library was staring. Kids looked up from their textbooks and phones to find a sight that confused and terrified them. What they didn’t know, and what you didn’t know, was that this was only the beginning.

In seconds, Liam had shoved Nolan off of Corey, knocking him to the floor of the library. “Get the hell away from us. Now.”

Nolan glared at Liam, shoving himself up from the ground. He snatched his books from the table and glanced toward you. “See what I’m talking about?”

Then he stormed off, shoving the library doors open and disappearing into the darkened hallway.

When you looked back, Corey, Liam, and Mason were all eyeing you carefully, as if you were an animal that might bite. You glanced at Corey’s completely healed hand, and you made a decision that would define everything that came after that night.

“Nolan is nuts,” you said firmly. “Let’s go study at my house.”

Their shoulders seemed to slump in relief, and Liam reached out to squeeze your hand.

You met his baby blue eyes, and a look of understanding passed between the two of you. What you had seen didn’t matter. These were your friends, and nothing could scare you away from them.

-----

It only took a few days for things to escalate to the unthinkable. Suddenly everyone was afraid of your friends.

You didn’t understand it. There had only been about ten other people in the library that night. Word shouldn’t have traveled that fast, and even if it had, what was there to be afraid of?

If Corey could suddenly heal from his injuries, that should have been a miracle. Unfortunately, not everyone thought that.

When the three of you had walked into school that Monday, all people had done was stare or shy away from you and your friends. You couldn’t hear the whispers, but Liam seemed to be able to. He looked pained as you stood in front of your lockers.

“Just block it out,” Mason assured him.

“They know,” Liam whispered nervously.

“It’s just rumors. They don’t know anything.”

You looked between the two of them. You didn’t know anything either, but you could at least tell that Liam and Corey were different. For some people, that was enough to be upset about.

Before you could interject, someone else did.

“They know everything,” Corey told them, coming up from the hallway behind you. “Two sophomores on the lacrosse team were there last night.”

Mason shook his head, still trying to convince Liam, and maybe himself, that things were okay. “Yeah, but it was late. It was pitch-black out, and there was fog on the road.”

Corey frowned. “It was a clear night, a full moon, and a well lit intersection.”

“Look, I have to get out of here,” Liam hissed.

“No,” Mason insisted. “If you leave, these rumors never stop. You gotta just convince them that you’re a regular kid.”

“I’m not a regular kid.”

You blinked, looking between them. “Wait, what happened last night?”

The three of them shared a glance. No one said anything.

“Look, you can tell me. I already saw what happened in the library. I don’t care.”

Liam and Corey hesitated, but Mason spoke up. “Okay, I’ll tell you.”

“Mason,” Corey hissed.

“Come on, she already has all the pieces. She just hasn’t put them together yet. It’s safer for her to know the whole story.”

Corey didn’t look convinced. He was eyeing you carefully with his arms crossed over his chest. Defensive.

“You’re right,” Liam told Mason, but when you looked into his eyes, he looked scared.

“Can you come with us?” Mason asked you.

You nodded and they led you away from the main hallway. You followed them into a quiet chemistry lab, where they locked the door behind them. There, they explained everything.

Finding out that Liam and Corey were both supernatural creatures was a lot to take in. If there was nothing else going on, you might have needed more time to process everything. However, the news that a group of werewolf hunters was targeting and killing your friends seemed to override the shock.

They explained that wasn’t their only problem, because after Liam had shifted in front of half the town last night, everyone, including the kids at your high school, seemed to know that he wasn’t human.

“So,” you finally said. “What do we do?”

“Good question,” Liam said. “Cause I have no idea.”

“Remember what Scott said?” Mason asked him.

Scott was the assistant coach for the lacrosse team, but he was only a couple years older than you. He hung out with you guys a lot, and he always seemed like a sweet, caring guy. You guessed he was probably in on the secret too.

“He said ‘Be like Clark Kent’.”

Liam looked exasperated. “Clark Kent turns into a guy with a red and blue outfit and a cape. I turn into a monster with claws and fangs.”

“Then just get through the day without shifting,” Corey told him.

“Liam,” Mason said softly. “People are saying that Brett and Lori died in a car accident. We know the truth. They didn’t just die.”

You sucked in a breath. “They were murdered?”

Liam’s face softened. “The people who are after us are dangerous, Y/n. They’ll kill us, and anyone else that gets in the way. That means you too.”

“I don’t care,” you insisted. “You guys are my best friends. I’m not just gonna run and hide, especially if I can help.”

You reached out to grab his hand and squeeze it. His lips turned up at the corners, if only for a moment.

“Then you’re with us now.”

You all agreed that Liam would try to keep cool. The rest of you would try to listen out for anything that might suggest someone was coming after him. Mason and Corey left the chemistry lab to head to their first period classes, leaving you and Liam alone together.

You were both supposed to head to your own classes, but you lingered for a moment.

“So...you’re not afraid?” he asked sheepishly.

You shook your head. “Liam, I know who you are. Having claws and fangs doesn’t change that, even if it’s a little weird.”

He smiled. “A little?”

“Okay, maybe a lot,” you admitted with a grin. “But that just means you can eat the people that piss me off on a full moon.”

Liam frowned. “Werewolves don’t eat people on full moons.”

“So what do they do?”

“Exactly what we’ve been doing every full moon for the past two years. Eating junk food and playing video games.”

You thought for a moment. “And you have super reflexes?”

He nodded. “Yeah, basically.

“So why do you suck so bad at COD then?”

Liam rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. He was relieved you were still treating him the way you always had. Telling you about the supernatural was always something he had wanted to do. You were one of his best friends, and he had always felt wrong hiding it from you.

He had thought about admitting his secret countless times before, but something had always stopped him. What you didn’t know was that Liam had always thought of you as more than a friend. He was pretty sure you felt the same way, but he had never asked you out.

Scott had questioned him about it once on the way home from a pack movie night. They had dropped you off at home, and as he pulled away from the curb in his mom’s sedan, he was looking at Liam with a smile on his face.

“What?” Liam had asked.

“Why don’t you ask her out?”

Liam flushed. Scott grinned at him. “I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since Hayden.”

“I don’t know,” Liam said.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “She likes you too. You can’t tell?”

“I know she does. It’s just...with everything going on, I don’t want to drag her into this.”

Scott nodded. “I get it...but you can’t spend your whole life doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Sacrificing your happiness to keep people safe. Even when you do that, they’re never really safe.”

“I don’t know,” Liam mumbled, glancing out the window into the darkness.

“I had to learn that the hard way,” Scott had told him. “But maybe you do too.”

Now, as he stood across from you, he didn’t want to leave the chemistry lab. He wanted to hide in there with you for as long as he could and tell you everything, including how he felt about you. Before he could get the chance, you spoke.

“Come on,” you said, nodding toward the hallway. “Let’s make sure you stay alive so I can beat your ass again this weekend.”

He had missed his moment, but he smiled at you anyway. “Can I walk you to class?”

“Duh.”

You looped your arm through his and headed out into the hall, ignoring the stares and fearful looks the entire way.

------

You met up again in biology class, which you all had together. When you sat down at the table next to Liam, he pulled you close to whisper in your ear.

Your heart skipped when he placed his hand on your arm, but he was too agitated to notice.

“Nolan and Gabe are going to try to force me to shift. Corey said they’re going to block all the exits.”

You frowned. “Then we have to find a way to sneak you out.”

You glanced behind you, where Corey and Mason were sharing a table.

“We’ve got a plan for that."

Mason explained that Corey could make himself and Liam invisible. They would sneak out down the halls and hopefully find an exit that wasn’t guarded by lacrosse players.

When the bell finally rang, the four of you headed out of class. Corey and Liam slipped behind a pillar and disappeared into thin air. You and Mason led the way as they shuffled behind you, completely unseen.

The four of you hurried through the school, but every exit you passed was blocked by an angry-looking lacrosse player.

“What do we do?” you muttered to Mason.

“Just keep going.”

You turned down another hallway, only to run right into Nolan. He was standing in the middle of the hallway with a few other lacrosse players. Gabe was right behind him. You and Mason stopped short at the sight.

“Hey guys,” Nolan said. His tone was casual, but there was no friendliness in his eyes.

Before you could attempt to go around him or the others, he stepped in front of you. His hands were curled tightly into fists.

“What are you doing?” you asked him.

“You should leave, Y/n. You shouldn’t get in the middle of all this. You’ll get hurt.”

You frowned. “Nolan, please.”

His gaze softened. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but then he simply opened his hand and blew a handful of white powder at you. The smell of flour drifted through the air as you and Mason were dusted. You felt terror grip you as you realized that Corey and Liam were covered too, making them suddenly visible.

You turned in horror, but before you could make a move, Gabe darted forward and threw Liam to the floor. Both Gabe and Nolan hauled him up, dragging him down the empty hall and into a deserted classroom. The other lacrosse players didn’t bother to grab you or Mason. Instead, they flooded into the classroom behind the others.

Some students passing by followed suit, eager to watch the fight they sensed was about to happen.

“Wait here,” Mason told you, darting after them.

He shoved his way into the classroom, ready to come to Liam’s rescue, but he was immediately grabbed by two lacrosse players. You frantically looked around for Corey, but he had disappeared again. You only hoped he was hiding somewhere safe, just in case they were planning on coming for him next.

With Corey nowhere to be found, you shouldered your way into the classroom, but you were trapped behind the sea of kids trying to catch the action.

You watched in horror as Nolan landed a punch to Liam’s face, causing blood to run from his nose. They shoved him to the ground, kicking and punching him. Every time Liam seemed to be close to snapping, he seemed to hold himself back. You were relieved, but you also weren’t sure how long he could keep that up.

“You’re fighting it!” you heard Nolan snap.

Your blood boiled. You were sick to your stomach with both rage and terror. Liam was getting his ass handed to him. He couldn’t even fight back.

You watched as Gabe snatched a tuft of Liam’s brown hair. He yanked him up from the classroom floor, only to slam his knee into Liam’s face. You flinched.

“What is going on here?!”

Suddenly the clicking of heels sounded from down the hallway. Mrs Finch was striding over, and the crowd of kids parted for her. Instead of looking angry, she just seemed scared as she realized what was happening.

“Do something!” Mason pleaded, but Mrs. Finch just held up her hands, as if she were surrendering.

“Sometimes it’s best to let them work things out on their own,” she told him, before turning back down the hall.

Kids stared in shock, dumbfounded at her response. You took the opportunity to shove your way into the space she had left in the crowd. As you got closer, you saw that Liam was lying on his back. Blood was streaming from his nose, his mouth, and various other cuts on his face.

Gabe was kneeling over him, punching him over and over. He raised his arm to land another blow, and that was when you moved forward. You had no idea what had gotten into you, but you couldn’t watch another second of Liam’s suffering.

Gabe grunted in surprise as you knocked him to the ground. The two of you spilled onto the tiled floor, but he quickly recovered. He yanked your head back by your hair, causing you to cry out.

Before you could register what was happening, pain was shooting through your skull. He had punched you so hard that it left you lying on the floor, dazed and seeing white for a few seconds.

“Gabe-” Nolan began to say, but he was cut off. “Is this what’s gonna do it, Liam?” Gabe demanded, pulling you off the floor by your hair. “Maybe you won’t change if we beat your ass, but what about hers?”

Tears were streaming down your face, blurring your vision. You could still see Liam's eyes glowing yellow though. As much as it hurt, you weren’t willing to be the reason he shifted in front of everyone.

“Liam,” you begged. “Don’t.”

You could taste your own blood on your lips. Judging by the look on Liam’s face, you probably looked terrible, even from the single punch. You knew they were going to do much worse.

Gabe balled his hand into a fist once more, and you closed your eyes, bracing for the next punch.

“What the hell is going on?! Back off!”

Suddenly, Gabe was ripped off of you by the back of his shirt. His fingers uncurled from your hair, and you dropped to the ground on your hands and knees.

“Get to the Principal's office now!” Coach Finstock was screaming.

He had Gabe and Nolan by their shirts, and he practically tossed them out the door and into the hallway. He looked absolutely livid. You had never seen Coach so angry. He gazed out at the crowd of students around you.

“What the hell is this?” He demanded. “Get out, all of you! I can’t stand to look at your faces!”

The crowd dispersed, and Mason was let go. You scrambled over to Liam, who was still on his back. He was taking short, gasping breaths and his face was covered in his own blood, but he looked relieved. He coughed as the four of you, including Corey, who had reappeared, helped him off the ground. One of his arms was slung over your shoulder, and the other was slung over Mason’s.

Mason stared at him in awe. “I can’t believe you did that...and Y/n, I can’t believe you just tackled Gabe. That was insane.”

Liam nodded, looking between the three of you. “Clark Kent, right?” he muttered.

“Yeah,” Mason breathed. “Clark Kent.”

Liam glanced over at you. He felt a lump in his throat when he saw the state of your face. There was a small gash on your cheek from where Gabe had punched you. A trickle of blood was making its way down to your jaw, and your lip was split open. The worst part was the bruising. The blood could be cleaned up, but the bruise that was beginning to form would be there for a while. That side of your face was also beginning to swell.

His blood was boiling. He wanted to tear Gabe and Nolan apart. In that moment, he didn’t care who saw. Then you spoke.

“Liam,” you said softly. “I’m okay. I promise.”

You squeezed his hand. The feel of your fingers wrapped around his seemed to ground him. The tension melted from his shoulders.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get out of here.”

------

“God, I have no idea how I’m going to explain what happened to your parents.”

You looked over at Liam from the passenger seat of his Toyota. He had a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. You raised your eyebrows.

“Why do you have to explain?”

“Because I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to protect you...and everything that happened is my fault anyway.”

You lifted the bag of frozen peas that Coach had given you off your cheek. He had assured you it would bring down the swelling, but you were skeptical. You pulled down the visor in front of you and glanced at your wounded face in the mirror.

Mason had cleaned the blood off with the lacrosse team first aid kit, but there was a visible gash where Gabe’s knuckles had connected with your cheekbone. The bruise, now a deep blue-ish purple, spread out across your cheek. Your lip was also busted and there was no way you’d be able to hide it.

“It’s not your fault. I’ll just tell my parents the truth. Someone was getting their ass kicked and I stepped in to stop them. Well, I tried anyway.”

“Okay, now you’re kind of making me sound like a little bitch.”

You shrugged, and you and Liam both burst out laughing. The movement in your face caused you to wince and Liam’s expression darkened.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to keep saying that.”

“I feel like I do.”

“You don’t,” you assured him. “Liam, none of this was your fault. It’s the hunters and Nolan, and that fucking psycho Gabe. Plus, I’m the one who tackled him…”

He didn’t answer right away. He was anxiously chewing on his lip, staring out the windshield.

“Liam?”

“I think you need to leave town.”

You balked at him. “What? No way!”

“Gabe could have done a lot worse to you. Now he knows you’re involved. Staying here could get you killed. You and Mason both.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” you demanded. “Just run away?”

“Yeah. That’s exactly what you should do. I can’t protect you, Y/n. I can’t protect anyone.”

“I can protect myself-”

“No you can’t!” he snapped. “Look at your face!”

You flinched back at his sharp tone. Wordlessly, you turned away, slouching down in your seat to stare out the window. Maybe he was right, but his words had touched a nerve.

Liam wasn’t trying to hurt you, but he was terrified. If he couldn’t even protect you from Gabe, how was he supposed to protect you from trained hunters?

“Y/n...I’m sorry. I’m not saying you’re not strong. I just…I can’t lose you.”

You felt a flutter in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you looked back over at him.

“Even if you can’t protect me, why would I leave you? If someone’s trying to kill you, I want to help. Even if it means getting hurt...even if it means dying. I can’t just leave.”

“I can’t be the reason something happens to you,” Liam protested.

“You wouldn’t be,” you pointed out. “If these people are coming after you, that’s them. Not you.”

He shook his head and you could tell he was trying to work something out inside his head. He was about to turn down the street to Scott’s neighborhood, but he hesitated for a moment. You were both supposed to be at a pack meeting, but now he was having second thoughts about bringing you.

“Maybe I should just take you home. I promise I’ll come and get you as soon as this is over,” he swore.

“I can’t just leave you.”

“You can,” he insisted, pulling up to the nearest curb. Scott’s house was still a few blocks away.

“If you want me to leave you, you’re gonna have to pick me up and carry me kicking and screaming out of town,” you told him stubbornly.

“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll throw you over my shoulder. I don’t care.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not serious.”

“I am!” he shouted. “You don’t realize how much danger you’re in.”

“You’re Clark Kent, right?” you demanded. “What if I’m Lois Lane then? I don’t remember her ever running away.”

He opened his mouth to protest. This wasn’t a comic book. It was real life, and you could die. But as you stared at him defiantly, he realized you already knew that.

Asking you to leave him would have been like asking him to leave Scott and the others.

“Fine,” he said.

He put the car back into drive and pulled away from the curb. You drove in silence for a couple minutes, until he pulled into a driveway you presumed was Scott’s. There were several other cars out front. You recognized Stiles’ rickety, blue jeep right away, along with Lydia’s Martin’s Toyota and Scott’s motorcycle.

“Promise me you’ll just think about leaving?” he asked. “Just think about it.”

“Fine,” you told him.

Liam eyed you. “You’re lying.”

“So you can read minds now too?” you demanded.

“Your heart skips when you lie. I can hear it.”

He slammed the door behind him, but came around to open yours for you nonetheless. You could tell he was pissed at you for saying you wouldn’t leave, but he would do the exact same thing and you knew it.

As you followed Liam into the house, you saw a group of people clustered around the coffee table, examining a map. You recognized Scott, his mom, Malia, Lydia and two other men you didn’t know. One was tall with dark hair, and he was wearing a suit. There was an FBI badge hanging from his neck. The other was shorter, with piercing blue eyes.

“...no one can leave,” the taller one was saying. “Gerard’s distributed all of his weapons throughout Beacon Hills, to anyone who wants them.”

The shorter one looked grim. “He’s arming his army.”

You turned toward Liam, wanting to ask what they were talking about. Before they could, Lydia, who had been staring vacantly out the window, yelled “Get down!”

She pulled Mason to the floor just as two arrows flew through the glass windows at the front of the house, shattering them. A bright flash spread across the room, blinding you just after you saw Malia shove Scott down. Liam tackled you to the floor, covering his body with yours.

Gunfire echoed across the room, and you felt a sharp, stinging pain in your side. You cried out, and Liam pressed himself harder on top of you. You closed your eyes, terrified of what would happen next.

Suddenly, the gunfire stopped. You glanced up, and saw the taller man, who you now realized bore a striking resemblance to Scott, stand up. He must have been his father, you realized, as he drew his weapon from a holster on his side.

Liam pushed himself up, but when he did, he realized there was blood soaking through his t-shirt. When he felt for a wound, he realized it wasn’t his blood, but yours.

You were lying below him, and a pool of dark, red blood was staining your right side, soaking into your shirt and your jeans.

“Liam, what happened?” you whispered. Your voice was soft and scared.

“No!” he shouted, looking around frantically for the others.

But Mason and Melissa were both unconscious on the floor, lying in their own pools of blood, which were slowly widening on the floor. Lydia was bleeding, but awake, and she was using a hand to prop herself up using the coffee table. Scott’s dad was groaning in pain, one hand holding pressure over his bloody arm.

Everyone was hurt. Everyone needed help.

When Liam looked back down at you, your eyes were closed. Your breathing was growing shallow, and he resisted the urge to scream. He reached down, frantically pressing both hands over your bleeding side.

“Scott!” he cried. “What do we do?”

The alpha, riddled with bullet holes himself, struggled to his feet.

“I don’t know.”

------

“You doing okay?”

Liam looked up at the sound of Scott’s voice. The older boy was looking down at him sympathetically, and Liam felt a twinge of annoyance.

“Not really.”

“Mind if I sit?” Scott asked.

“Sure,” Liam said, looking back down at the floor.

The flimsy chair next to him groaned as Scott sat down. He had two plastic-wrapped breakfast bagels in his hands, one of which he held out to Liam.

“No thanks.”

“Come on, you haven’t eaten since last night.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Okay.” He set the bagels on the side table next to them. “You know the nurse said she was awake. You don’t wanna go see her?”

Liam was silent. His mouth was pressed into a grim line.

“Liam,” Scott said softly. “What happened wasn’t your fault.”

“I brought her to your house,” he grumbled. “I was trying to get her to leave town, but she wouldn’t. So I agreed that I wouldn’t make her.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “God, I should have just dragged her out of town myself.”

“She’ll be okay,” Scott reminded him. “The bullet didn’t hit anything important.”

“Yeah, and it’s a miracle it didn’t. I could have gotten her killed, Scott.”

Scott reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Liam, look at me.”

Finally, he did. His blue eyes met Scott’s brown ones, and he felt himself tearing up, though he hated himself for it. He had forced himself not to cry all night, afraid that once he did, he would completely break down.

But now, as the tears slipped down his cheeks, he couldn’t stop them. “It’s my fault she got hurt, Scott. This is what I was afraid of, and it happened.”

“None of this is your fault.”

Scott leaned over and brought Liam into a tight hug. “Remember when I told you that sacrificing your happiness doesn’t always keep people safe?”

Liam nodded.

“You couldn’t have stopped this. Whoever was shooting at us was going to do it regardless. Who’s to say they wouldn’t have gone after her when you weren’t with her?”

“I could have made her leave town though.”

“No you couldn’t have. Making her leave you would have been like making you leave us. You never would have done it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

Scott smiled and pulled away from the younger boy. “I know I’m right. I’ve been doing this for a while, remember? I know you feel like you’re responsible, but you’re not. She made her choice, and it was the exact same one you would have made.”

Liam nodded.

“I think you’re perfect for each other, actually,” Scott continued. “You’re both stubborn as hell.”

“Yeah,” Liam said with a soft laugh. “We are.”

“Go see her. I’m sure you guys have a lot to talk about.”

Liam nodded and rose to his feet. “Thanks.”

Scott smiled in response, and Liam headed down the hall to your room. The nurse had given him the number a few hours ago, but he was afraid to visit you. He knew you wouldn’t be mad at him, but it was his own guilt he hadn’t been able to get past. Now he knew he couldn’t control what happened to you, and it wasn’t fair to punish you by staying away.

He knocked on the wooden door, and heard your soft voice say “Come in.”

When he pushed it open, you were lying there, propped up against the pillows. You smiled when he entered, and he felt relief rush through him. Even in a hospital gown, you still looked beautiful.

He strode forward and leaned in, wrapping his arms around you. You buried your face in his shoulder, hugging him back.

“I was worried you weren’t going to show,” you admitted.

Liam flushed. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if I should come.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you told him. “I knew you’d feel like it was. That’s why I told Scott to go talk to you.”

He balked at you. “You...you told Scott to come talk to me?”

You nodded. “He came in to check on me once my parents left to eat. When you weren’t with him, I figured you’d be beating yourself up about it.”

Scott had been right. You really were perfect for each other.

“You’re still in this mess because of me.”

“Yeah, but I made the choice to stay. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. You’re telling me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing?”

He sighed and lowered himself down into the chair next to your bed. “No, I would’ve.”

“Look, there’s something I need to tell you,” you admitted. “I could never have left you, Liam. I know you wanted me to go, but if I’m gonna die, I’d rather do it with you. I love you too much to run away.”

He reached out, placing his hand over yours. “It wasn’t like I wanted to be away from you. I just thought that you would be safer. I was afraid of...well, this.”

He gestured to you, lying in the hospital bed.

“Oh come on,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I’m fine. Plus, I’m gonna have a kickass scar. It’ll be just like a video game.”

You reached down and pulled up your hospital gown, revealing the gauze over your side. “I’m gonna look like a total badass.”

Liam grinned. “You already are a total badass.”

You smiled up at him, and he felt his heart skip. Without hesitating any longer, he leaned in, cupping your face with his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Being gentle wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but your bottom lip was still busted from when Gabe had punched you.

“I love you,” he murmured, pulling back to look down at your face. “And whatever happens, I want you by my side.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you shifted to the other side of the hospital bed. You patted the space beside you.

“Are we allowed to do that?” he asked.

“I just got shot,” you complained. “I should be able to do whatever I want.”

Without another thought, Liam crawled up beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close so that your side was pressed against his. You snuggled into him, and for the first time in months, he felt like everything would be okay.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #Teen Wolf Ships #liam dunbar #liam dunbar imagines #selfignitingimagines

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a little different || bau

summary: You are on your way to meet the BAU, who are just... a little different than what you’re used to. (reader & bau)

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1k

a/n: hi guys!!! sorry i haven’t posted in forever!!! school has just been so busy :P anyways, this is ‘a little different’ (haha!) from what i usually write, but i hope you enjoy this short and sweet little fic! plz be kind i’m nervous >.<

MASTERLIST

The sun shined softly through the crisp, white curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Birds chirped happily outside the window; and the house was an eery quiet; maybe today could be a good day after all.

I let out a sigh and got up, passing the mirror on the way to the bathroom. My long, golden locks cascaded perfectly down my back even though I just woke up. I’m just that perfect. My blue/green/gray orbs stared back at me in the mirror. I let out a sigh and put my hair into a messy bun; I could not deal with it today.

As I was getting ready, I heard my mom yell, “Y/N!! Get down here NOW!”

Ugh, I hated her.

I made my way downstairs to see what she wanted, but there was a man standing in our kitchen.

“Um, who is this?” I asked.

“He is your new owner.” My mom replied.

“Owner?!”

He stepped forward and introduced himself, “Aaron Hotchner, FBI.” He extended his hand for a handshake but I looked at it with disgust.

My mom scowled at me, “Be nice to Agent Hotchner, Y/N, I just sold you to the BAU.”

“You sold me?!”

“Uh, yeah, I just said that.” She waved her hand, “Take her out of my sight.”

Agent Hotchner nodded and said, “Follow me,” as he passed by me.

Wow, I could not believe this.

He led me to his car and told me he was going to introduce me to the rest of the BAU.

“What is a BAU?” I asked.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Your new owners.”

I scoffed.

“Just so you know, we are... a little different. But we own you now so there’s no escape from us.”

I rolled my eyes, and plugged my earbuds into my iPod and looked out the window the rest of the ride.

When we arrived at the FBI building, I followed Agent Hotchner to a small room with six other people sitting at a table. Their eyes followed me as I slowly sat down in the empty seat.

“Y/N, meet the BAU.” Agent Hotchner said. “This is Rossi,” he gestured towards an older Italian man.

“I have the money and power to kill you and make it look like an accident. But I won’t, even though I should, because it won’t be good for the plot.” Rossi said.

That’s a bit weird, but I’m just gonna go along with it.

“He’s a mafia boss,” Agent Hotchner clarified.

Rossi nodded, “And I’ve infiltrated the FBI, which means all these agents,” he gestured around, “work for me.”

“Okay then.” I nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“And this,” Hotch moved on, “is Agent Morgan. He’s supernatural.”

“...What do you mean supernatural?” I asked.

Morgan leaned forward and slyly said, “You know, vampire. Werewolf. Ghost. Fairy. Warlock. All of the above.”

“Wow. That’s hot.” I said. Omg, did I say that out loud?!

He smirked at me, and I knew that even though he was much more powerful than me and could probably kill me, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering when he looked at me. I could feel this weird supernatural bond with him, and I had this trust in him, that he would never hurt me, even if it’s in his nature to. But in the end, he’d probably turn me into whatever creature he is so we can live peacefully together forever. But I swear, we could be happy as human and supernatural <3

Agent Hotchner then pointed to the woman sitting next to Morgan. “This is Agent Prentiss.”

She frowned at me, and I rolled my eyes back at her. It was obvious she hated me but she was so hot. The tension between us was so thick and we couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Maybe there will be an incident one day where we reveal the most vulnerable parts of ourselves and she will be the only one I come to trust </3 I knew in time she would warm up to me and even though she hates me right now, perhaps later we will be... lovers?

“Next to her is JJ,” Hotch announced.

A blonde woman came over and hugged me, “Hi, sweetie, I’m your mom!”

“Um, no you’re not.” I said. My mom literally sold me to her.

“In an alternate universe I am, silly!” She booped my nose.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“You know, in another alternate universe you could have been sold to, I don’t know, One Direction or something.” JJ laughed.

I laughed with her. Wow, she’s so crazy.

Hotch cleared his throat. “And this, is-” I turned to where he was pointing and gasped.

“Spencer?!”

“Y/N, hi.” He quietly said.

I walked over and gave my childhood friend a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I exclaimed. After giving him a tight squeeze, I released him, only to see his cheeks tinged a bright pink. He only blushed like that when he had a crush. Could we become childhood friends... to lovers?

“And lastly,” Hotch said. “This is Penelope Garcia, your-”

“Soulmate!” She finished for him. “See our matching tattoos! And I can hear your thoughts! And you can hear mine! And if we write on our skin, the other person can see it! And we can feel each other’s pain! Isn’t that so cool!”

Yeah!! I thought.

“I know right!!” She responded out loud.

Omg she really is my soulmate.

I smiled at her and gave her a hug.

Most people would probably think it’s really weird to be sitting at a table with a mafia boss, a werewolf/vampire/whatever, an enemy, a childhood friend, a mom from an alternate universe, and soulmate, but I am NOT like other girls so I was completely okay with it. I’m also okay with the fact that my actual mom sold me to the FBI. Because I hate her.

I looked up at Hotch. “So what are you?”

"Me? I’m just your normal FBI boss. And we’ve got a case.”

“A case?? I’m not trained for the FBI!”

“You will be. Wheels up in 30.”

...

APRIL FOOL’S!!

haha, if you couldn’t tell by now, this entire “fic” was my little april fool’s joke :’) i tried to squeeze every wattpad trope in to this monstrosity of a fanfiction and i wish i could say i hated writing it but it was honestly pretty funny... even tho it’s so, so painful to read. anyways, sorry if you were expecting an actual fic, i am trying my best to work on my wips but until then check out my masterlist (with writing that is much better than this)! <3

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #reader insert #spencer reid x y/n #bau x reader #bau x y/n #aaron hotchner #david rossi #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #bau fluff #criminal minds fanfic

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prairiedust · 4 years

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Gimme Shelter livewatch under the cut.... I was on my phone when I wrote it so apologies for the typos

“Patchwork Community Center: Care Given to All” with a huge, lurid heart. Hmmm.... patchwork having two meanings here.....

Pastor (?) has 2 Timothy 2:22 tattooed on his arm! “Flee the evil desires of youth and pursue righteousness, faith, love and peace, along with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart.” (NIV) Are we looking at growth and found family in this episode?!?

Oh that’s the alleyway!

Hitting mythology themes— Connor is an Anglicized version of an Irish name— Conchobar mac Nessa is maybe the most famous bearer of the name, from Irish mythology— he’s the king who lusted after Deirdre and had her locked up until she came of age, which is probably neither here nor there as far as this poor Connor is concerned...

That thing has a big lurid heart on his overalls better run lol— Oh shit it’s an evil Teddy Ruxpin!!!! Thanks Davy Perez!!!!

That’s the thing animal control uses to manage aggressive animals??? Is this saying something about the Patchwork people?

And that’s it for the cold open.

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The uh, the mcfuckin what, the Camelot Palace Casino? Is this a tour of the legends of Ireland and Britain all of a sudden? What’s with hitting this theme so hard so fast?

Uh-oh the whole Highway to Heaven reference has me side-eyeing Dean’s suggestion for Cas snd Jack to leave the bunker... Dabb even “spoiled” that line in a tweet lol... in that show the cop and the angel got their (vague) assignments from the big guy.......

Oh SHIT “we’re standing in what I call ‘the trap zone’” Perez is coming for my whole life with this episode!!!! And they’re doing highkey “season one totally-normal Winchester investigation questions script” I love it!!!!

“Slasher flick” Oh we’re revisiting Mint Condition. This is fine.

AND TOMBSTONE THIS IS NOT FINE DAVY! We’re running the good times backwards what did I say about this being the flipside of Last Holiday!

H2H again but this time it’s sus... plus I’m with Zack, I totally want the cozy murder spinoff I imagined Adam and Michael doing plz

Oh the Cas and Jack dynamic here is so sweet.

Pastor just leaving his door open like there’s no such thing as a thief bless his heart. They must be torn up about Connor but Pastor was the last one to talk to him so he’s sus I don’t make the rules.

Oh no Red’s a THIEF!!! Who ever would have guessed. Okay I did NOT expect that jumpscare because of the way Connor’s murder primed me, that was masterfully done.

That’s vaguely an Ohio Star quilt square on the sign behind her except um I forget what that tilted square in the center turns it into? It’s chiming with something... I’ll have to look that up later.

“Divide and conquer” no never split up in a slasher movie that’s how you get murders use the buddy system!

Gonna stop a sec because I just realized that Zack is two-faced. The British dandy was an act. The killer is wearing a Cinderella mask. Ok I’m gonna make a prediction that Zack is actually the killer, a la the demon in Repo Man...

Okay there was definitely a beat after Dean said “Glad soneone’s taking charge” [ofHell] and the focus shifted to Sam. Hm.

“We’ve got to set her up for her own death” so meta, these writers are gonna shred us.

I love being shown how much Castiel has changed throughe Jack not understanding the Kool-Aid reference. And the cats line lol. That’s both amazing and poignant.

That’s a log cabin pattern in the cafeteria. Home. Makes me think back on other quilts we’ve seen this season and if “weaving” is the right metaphor for writing lol. I mean, the action of “patching” is synonymous with “mending” or even healing, but patchwork is also a craft with a long, long history in America (idk if quiltmaking is called patchwork everywhere) of taking a few often mismatched fabrics and cutting and sewing into something beautiful. There are generally two kinds of quilt tops— patterns, like we’ve seen so far in this season, which are carefully planned and involve precise measurements, and “crazy quilts” which also require skill but are often more freeform and piecemeal. But both aspire to be beautiful. That’s an interesting way to conceptualize a serial text... as both creating and mending....

That prayer was sweet and not at all what I was expecting.

I get the finger-cutting for Valerie (stealing=sticky fingers) but not for Connor? Tenuous connection still betw lying and writing? It’s evocative of Se7en but the killer seems to have the same MO for all the killings (I attended CSI for a while.)

Snow White is making me uneasy. Oh she’s the preacher’s daughter... we’ve seen that in early days, too.... oh.... oh....

It’s not the AV guy despite having seen all the AV equipment around Valerie. That’s too easy.

“A saint is a sinner who keeps trying-“ no scroll back, the important part was “we all have to take care of each other.” That’s a theme in the series.

She’s all in pink....

dean and amara on the same wavelength about food lol

Ha ha inversion of “oh you’re a fan of religion? name all seven gods then.”

Castiel’s testimony just wrecked me.

“Members serve the gift of food” hmmm the signs in this episode are tip-top

Gonna just watch for a while.

Oh crap “each is a finger” oh it’s about the sins of the father— No Cas no, you’ve fallen for the misdirection!

Oh okay good, Chuck’s not done snuffing worlds. That had me REALLY WORKED UP ha ha because Amara has no reason to lie right?

That was a really good conversation.... and implying that Former Death bent the truth...

Oh fuck I’m gonna cry “I wanted younto see that your mother was just a person” YES! DISMANTLE THIS MYTHOLOGY AMARA!!! Name it!

THE MYTH THAT YOU’D HELD ON TO FOR SO LONG did they just— THEY DID

rigging the game— ftfoh with the casino metaphors already we know the house always wins except when it doesn’t

Lying, lying, lying,

Do we even know Snow White’s name yet? And why was Connor a liar? Because I think we can make a guess at this point.... ah ha ha her name is sylvia— “forest spirit” she’s Mrs Butters— and she’s after hypocrites— but the killing isn’t supernatural, just churchy?

Oh shit SHE IS A DEAN MIRROR IF SHE STABS JACK I’LL FLIP A DAMN TABLE

....

prairiedust.exe has encountered an error and must be restarted

....

Okay so “Dad” steps in and stops Sylvia’s attack on Jack...

Why is that Zack? What????

“I’ve been lying to you” oh here we go

Oh it would be death #3, remember what Dabb said about threes a long time ago, two attempts that are unsuccessful and one that satisfies the parameters— but no he’s a jack :((((

I have to stop watching for a while.

Okay I finished it. Holy cats do I have some Thoughts about this episode.

What I loved: Revisiting Dean’s anger, BUT the parental mirror here (in retrospect, at least for me) was a John mirror-- all the mothers (exc for Rowena) in this episode are dead. And Pastor Joe didn’t apparently embrace his wife’s faith until she had died, and then his vision was radically different than his wife’s was-- much like John’s reasons for becoming a hunter were vastly different from Mary’s... but much like “patching” this subtext was possibly even more “healing” than having John back in the 300th ep... This was... looking at a child’s anger when they’re in the middle of their own family mythology. Am I implying that Dean’s anger is immaturity? Eh, it’s... unripeness. I have an old meta in my drafts about the heroine’s journey and why Mary’s story conformed to it while feeling totally unfulfilling in her actual character arc and I’m so glad I sat down and examined that rather than finish it. I have a lot I want to say about Cas’ testimony too, but that has to sit a while. ALSO also, Cas has already thrown away his shot by making the Empty deal, right?....

LANGUAGE! Cas saying “I found myself lost” is a bonkers sentence, right? It’s like when people say someone “turned up missing”-- AND it does not have the same meaning as “I realized I was lost”-- you get a double whammy of the connotation “to search for.” I loved loved loved how language was such a big deal in Last Holiday and then again here, I need to rewatch while paying closer attention to Sylvia and things she says... but these two were sister episodes in so many ways, that when I said there was a “lack of narrative mirrors” in Last Holiday, that’s only because the lens for that kind of reading is Gimme Shelter. That is not the first time spn has played with a “coin” or paired structure-- I think the first time I noticed it was Fan Fiction/Ask Jeeves but I was a transfer student from another fandom at the time lol. But of course, we get a huge truth bomb at the end of the episode, and again that splashy cymbal all over lying...

What I got wrong-- Zack wasn’t the killer but he’s fishy as hell-- he stole Sylvia! Is this part of Rowena’s “people generally end up where they deserve to be” except she’s built in an express lane? “Do you need a driver” is that his actual job now? Taking unripe souls to Hell Orientation? What’s up with him being there... the other shoe did not drop. So there is a third episode out there somewhere where this might get wrapped up? The conversation between Dean and Cas can easily be something that happens offscreen, and I don’t think that it would be the first time we miss an “important” conversation, especially since we know roughly what will be said and how it will wrap up-- it’s an “open text” of a sort. Maybe a fanfiction gap lol, I can’t wait for the codas.

Also, the fingers thing being Sylvia’s father’s favorite analogy is where she got her MO, something that I definitely didn’t see, although it fits right in with her father’s slightly pithy character. I think it’s interesting again how we’re playing with threes and fours. Three fingers got cut off but it was apparent that Valerie (valorious one) wouldn’t die until finger #4.... Jack really seems to be our last hope.

#the folklore of supernatural #the mythology of supernatural #mary winchester #davy perez #the second timothy of supernatural #gimme shelter #season 15 #my mom gave me the family baby name book when i was about eleven and so i had an obsession with names #all of my characters in all of my stories had Important Symbolic Names LOL #it amused my father who told me I needed to read herman melville #and there's a little bit of my own family mythos.#now i harangue my own kid to write and stuff ha ha ha except instead of a baby name book i gave him watership down #same effect #more rabbit fighting

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dapper-wings · 4 years

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SPN Thoughts 15x06 “Golden Time”

Don’t click or read if you don’t want spoilers for Supernatural Season 15. These are my thoughts on 15x06 :)

Rowena’s amazing pad and self portrait-Crowley SO gets his style from her XD

Deans hot dog pants

“Maybe my visions are over” Sammy have you SEEN your show my innocent flower no

CLARENCE No that’s Meg’s word for Cas!!!

Cas is a fisherman now of course he is

HE’S HUNTING AH

JOGGING SAM YAAAS

EILEEN

“I thought-maybe-you guys know angels?” My heart!!

Since when does Dean accept the rules “souls can’t go to heaven” smh

KICK IT IN THE ASS

Sad eyes Cas

Sam and Eileen bonding is my fav. I’m so here for them. I ship them. Samleen? Seileen?

Witches in a moving truck😂

Also I love that sam is chilling with a ghost who was a hunter in his ex-witch teacher’s lair while Dean mopes around their secret hunter bunker, like season 1 Sam and Dean would’ve lost their shit at this

Cas calling dean like dean called Bobby for Fbi supervisors!!

Rowena had self help books???

Eileens “tada” is so cute!!

Sam geeking out over Rowenas stash

IS SAM GONNA DO MAGIC

HE ISSSSSSSS oh please don’t go horribly wrong

SUIT CAS

wait how does dean know Sam sent messages to Cas tho is he snooping on his phone???

SAMMMMM NOOOOO

I want Eileen to come back SO BAD that bitch witch better not have destroyed her!!!!!!

DID ROWENA SET UP THE APARTMENT SO ONLY SAM COULD COME IN I LOVE IT

VOODOO DOLL SAM NO BAD WITCHES UGH STOP IT

fortnite 😂

SHE TURNED MY CRUSH INTO A WATER BALLON AND POPPED HIM IM CACKLING WTF SPN🤣🤣🤣

also superglue and toothpaste dean, remembering that one lol

CAS spilling hunter secrets too wtf everyone is just telling the secret now?!?! Ok fine then

Sam is still fangirling over Rowena

BITCH WITH THE VOODOO DOLL GET RID OF IT ALREADY

BADASS CAS YAAAAAAS

Cas unimpeded by human weapons is my fav

Woah Cas chill baby yikes okay

Dean and Eileen would be the best siblings in law!!!!

EILEEEEEEN

MAGIC SAM YAAASSS

THIS FIGHT SEQUENCE THO

YOU REALLY LEFT SAM ALONE IN A WITCHES ROOM AND THOUGHT YOU’D GET ONE OVER ON HIM HUH

OMG IN LOVE THIS SEQUENCE SO MUCH

I LEARNED FROM THE BEST AHHHHHH JUST TAKE MY HEART ALREADY

Sam and Rowena is getting played up so much more than I anticipated but honestly I’m HERE FOR IT

lucky actress playing the witch Sam hexed tho, that close and personal mmmmm

Cas why yo healing powers blinking?!?!?!

His happy face!!!

Yes we all think you should get back in the game Cas

BUNKER BATHROOM ILI

plz work plz work

The candles!!! You can’t tell me dean never had a candle bath in here now XD

EILEEEEN?!?????

I’m crying my ship my babies his happy face that hug his scars to touch her oh my god Sam I love you so much

So what are you a witch now? YES

TELL HIM SAMMY

OH SHIT DEAN DIDNT SAY NOTHING

Eileen is my fav part of this whole thing ugh

I loved this ep so much, it’s one of my new favs for this season. Ugh if they brought Eileen back just to kill her I’m going to sue someone. I love her and Sam together so much and just want happiness for them both ughhhhhh my heart!!!

Way to go SPN :)

#supernatural #spn #supernatural season 15 #spoilers for supernatural #sam #dean #cas #eileen #spoilers #spoiled like dudley Dursley okay

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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7x08: Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!

Then:

Sam Winchester deserves better

Now:

Las Vegas, Nevada

Dean’s enjoying the company of a grad student just trying to pay her bills. (Dean, what are you, 10 years her senior? Plz stop, your wrinkles are showing.) (And you’re a big fucking liar. You more than likely dropped out of school because it was too boring for your smart brain and your dad made you skip school for hunting trips so it became a two fold problem of you not keeping up with the school work load and you not seeing a reason to care to keep up with the school work load --only!! You got your GED so you must care on some level. Please enlighten us, Dean. #endrant) Dean unloads a ton of Winchester angst on the woman and then gets a text from Sam. He’s four blocks away and he wants Dean to meet him wearing his fed suit.

Dean heads to the Little White Chapel (it has a “24 hour drive up wedding window!” lol) Dean’s suspicious enough of the place to pull his gun. He finds Sam. Yay! Sam’s in LOVE y’all and he’s getting MARRIED! (Listen, we know the problems with this episode, but I’m going to lean real hard into the absurdity of the whole thing. My personal belief is to read this episode just like Red Meat. BECKY IS PROBLEMATIC AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO SEE HER THAT WAY. It’s kinda curious that we’ve never seen her again...kinda like this episode closed the door on how this show views those types of fans. Ahem.)

Just then Sam’s bride starts walking down the aisle. It’s Becky!

Dean is VERKLEMPT. He wants to know how this happened. “We met, we ate and then talked and fell in love.” Dean points out to Sam that it’s no coincidence that Becky showed up during their annual Vegas week. (Sidenote: Where are all the fics on Dean and Sam’s Las Vegas week? You know, the one where Dean meets a fellow craps player and there’s a friendly competition and a warm banter and somehow they end up back at Dean’s hotel room and maybe there’s a real marriage that they both forgot about and they go their separate ways and 5 years later Dean’s gonna marry his good friend Lisa to help her out for something and discovers he’s already married so he has to track down this mysterious guy Cas and whoops, they’ve got so much in common and well ---I mean, the story just writes itself.) She’s read all the books. She knows them inside and out. Sam tells Dean to take a moment to realize that this is real. They’re heading back to Becky’s place in Delaware.

Dean alerts Bobby to the situation as he’s heading out of town.

Becky and her new (and very attractive hubby) arrive at the Montgomery High School 10 year Class Reunion. Becky runs inside to buy tickets for the event. Also, she’s live tweeting her revenge plan it seems. She runs into Aaron Burr Guy (I mean, I’m not going to just breeze right past the fact that pre-Hamilton Leslie Odom Jr. was on Supernatural. WTF???). Becky introduces her good friend to her new husband (and Jared Padalecki is SO tall). He takes off to go inside and she runs to give him a hug and they exchange a mysterious vial.

Away from Sam, she reveals that he’s a witch.

Dean rolls up to the reunion just as Sam and Becky are pulling away. He heads to a bar. He sees a paper with the headline “Truck Kills Pedestrian in Freak Accident”.

At Becky’s place, Sam starts to break out of the trance she has him in, so Becky adds more mysterious juice to his champagne and forces him to drink. All is CRaZy iN BeCKy LAnD.

Cut to a baseball diamond where a dude is practicing hitting the ball. Another dude (that I KNOW has been in another episode of SPN) makes the ball machine go faster and then moves the ball machine over to hit the other guy in the head, breaking the fourth wall with blood. Lovely. #sportsball.

Dean brings his newly married brother a waffle iron (#bestgiftever).

Dean’s got a case. It seems the baseball guy is part of it. Turns out, Sam and Becky are already working the case. Dean points out that people are having their dreams come true in this town, and then he looks to Becky. Dean can’t get through to his brother so he leaves.

Cut to Dean wanting to work with Bobby, but Bobby has other plans.

Cut to Becky Rosen being a 28 year old teenager creeper. Ugh. Sam’s made them fake ID’s (twu luv) and says “check this out” to her. UGH. He points out another potential victim. He also notices her notebook of hearts and weirdness. But he likes it! Yay!

Dean heads to meet the hunter Bobby assigned to help him. No spoilers or anything, but IT’S GARTH!

Dean points out the case in the paper, but Garth needs to read Marmaduke first. OH GARTH.

They head to interview someone that just got a big promotion. Becky and Sam beat them to it. Becky and Dean exchange scowls. Sam and Garth exchange confused looks. Once in the interview, the guy doesn’t reveal much to Dean. Garth cuts right to the chase and asks if the guy made it to the top through “black magic or hoodoo.” Dean’s fake laugh GIVES ME LIFE. The guy admits that this isn’t his dream. Enter his wife: Hmmm. Dean and Garth catch up to the wife and Dean threatens her. “Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them?” Oh, Dean Bean. The woman denies everything and takes off.

Back at Becky’s place (their place now?) Sam mulls over the evidence. Becky delightedly plots a romantic getaway when Sam suddenly crumples. Oops, better put that lovey-dovey vacation on hold until you can drug your husband again! She’s dismayed to see that she can’t give him a fix because the potion has leaked out into her purse lining. Wherps.

Dean saves the CEO’s wife from getting crushed by a falling light fixture at the company headquarters. Garth and Dean interrogate her and learn that she bargained with someone for her soul but lololol there’s no such thing as a soul so she got a great deal. Right? RIGHT?!! Garth makes plans to move her into witness protection - Garth style.

Sam’s doing increasingly poorly and Becky, desperate, beans him over the head with the waffle iron. Thanks for the gift, Dean! They used it already.

He wakes up in a Misery situation, bound to the bed. (note to self: watch/read Misery someday instead of just casually referencing it.) (Boris: Uh, yeah!) Becky fawns over him while simultaneously not freeing him. She then flits off to chat with Guy, panicking about the potion. “This isn’t the honeymoon I had in mind,” she says before amending, “Well, some of it is.” UGH. She frets about them not consummating their marriage yet and...at least there’s that.

Becky heads in to talk to Sam, once again cloaked in denial. Sam tells her that she roofied him (no I didn’t) and that her witch friend is the one killing all their victims (no, he’s just a wiccan). She insists that the killer is something or someone else. Becky PLEASE.

Sam tells her to wake up. “It's never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time? Guy's the creep, and you're on his list.” Guy also fed her the line that the potion only works if Sam loves her “deep down,” to which Sam is incredulous. He tells her to untie him then, and in response she shoves a rag into his mouth. Yeah.

At the reunion restaurant, Becky meets up with Guy who starts to hand over the potion.

Guy pulls the potion back at the last minute. “Let’s talk price.” Becky learns that they are NOT in fact, besties. Guy’s price for Sam’s devotion is her soul. She recognizes him as a crossroads demon and, inoculated by her fan consumption of Supernatural, Becky sits tight and listens even after his eyes flash red. Guy LOVES reunions. They’re perfect for trapping people who are desperate to impress their old classmates or improve their lives. Speaking of desperate, Guy gives Becky a special bargain: 25 years before her soul’s collected if she promises to never breathe a word to the Winchesters about her bargain.

Dean and Garth bust into Becky’s apartment. It’s empty, but Garth finds a webpage open to Twitter on her laptop, and her feed indicates that she’s going on a trip with her “hubster.” Dean finds a picture of Becky holding a fish in front of a cabin, Garth makes a nonsequitur on the creepy nature of fish eyes (I love you, Garth), and they’re ready to track them to the cabin.

Becky returns to find Sam still tied to the bed. (Damn girl, who taught you how to tie a knot?) Becky mournfully reflects on her situation. She really wanted to prance Sam Winchester around to her ex-classmates. She calls herself a loser. Sure, Becky. That’s spelled F E L O N. She loved the message board communities and dating Chuck....life was good as a fan. She just wants love! Sam mumbles something at her through the handkerchief and she pulls it out. “If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don’t drug them.” Decent Human 101, right? She pulls out the vial of potion and contemplates using it, to Sam’s horror.

Later, Becky nurses a drink at the reunion restaurant when Guy walks in. Becky missed the party, but she’s there to talk to Guy. She tells him she’ll agree to the bargain. Guy approaches for a kiss to seal the deal when Becky flicks a lighter and drops it to the floor. A flare shoots up and burns a quick devil’s trap on the floor, trapping Guy.

Becky tries to celebrate with Sam. Becky just….NO.

Dean confronts Guy, asking him how he’s managing to kill off all his soul acquisitions before their 10 years are up. Guy laughs and tells them that accidents happen - HE doesn’t kill them. His demon intern does. Cue the intern - the scraggly, hairy guy from earlier. Intern blasts them all across the room. The demon knife gets knocked aside but before Dean can grab it, Guy’s out of the trap. It’s looking bad for our heroes when Becky grabs the demon-killing knife and stabs Intern in the back. She passes it to Dean who holds the knife to Guy’s throat and tells him to release his last 15 deals.

“Oh crap,” Guy says, but it’s not because of Dean.

“Hello, boys,” Crowley says from behind them. Dean and Sam look worried but Becky practically has hearts and stars in her eyes. It turns out that Guy’s intern couldn’t keep his mouth shut and bragged about the scheme to Crowley. Crowley tears into Guy. “This isn’t Wall Street, this is Hell!” In Hell, they have INTEGRITY, and need to uphold their bargains or nobody will sell their souls to them anymore.

The Winchesters and Crowley size each other up. Crowley has nothing but the BEST intentions for the Winchesters. They haven’t encountered a demon in months, right? It turns out that it’s because Crowley’s been keeping them on a tight leash. Crowley is pro-Winchester when it comes to killing leviathans. “I hate the bastards. Squash ‘em all, please.” Dean tells Crowley to rip up Guy’s remaining contracts, and when he does so, Dean shoves Guy at Crowley. They zap out.

In Becky’s apartment, Sam signs the annulment paperwork and tells Becky that he won’t see her again. Sam’s a nice guy, though, so he tells Becky that she’s a “good person” and that someday she’ll find the right guy. I mean...I wouldn’t go THAT far but okay. We’re striving for rehabilitation here. Garth lights up and starts to smooth his hair. “No,” Dean tells him while I am yelling NO GARTH BBY DON’T.

Outside, the Winchesters say goodbye to Garth. “You don’t suck,” Dean tells him. Dean. Bean. He gets a HUGE hug for it and then Garth takes off.

Sam tells Dean that he didn’t mean what he said when he was roofied - he does need Dean to watch his back. Dean accepts the sentiment with grace. “For a whack job you really pulled it together.” Dean. BEAN.

Sam also tells Dean that since he doesn’t have to watch out for him, Dean can start looking out for himself for the first time in his life. Dean is THRILLED at this revelation and by thrilled, I mean sent into a self-pitying tailspin. Sigh.

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We all need to face ourselves sometime.

Shouldn’t she ask for my permission or something?

I’m gonna be sick.

Oh, Marmaduke, you’re crazy!

Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?

You're so pathetic, it actually loops back around again to cute.

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Hello! I'm rewatching supernatural starting at season 4, I realized that we often point to Destiel based on Cas' POV. Comments said to Cas (humanity etc.), Cas' motivation and loyalty to Dean. While I'm rewatching the show, browsing blogs, I can't shake off this feeling. Destiel is supposed to be mutual. Dean griefs Cas' death + "I need you", but it still feels onesided in comparison to Cas' scenes. Feels like Cas' is in love while Dean 'loves' as friend. Could you help me see Deans love plz :(

Hi :)

Hmm this is interesting and I had to think about it for a minute, because honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen it that way. I mean even during the Mark of Cain arc when Dean was at his most emotionally closed off from Cas, there were moments like him grinning like an idiot at the sound of Cas’ voice on the phone or Cain reiterating how important Cas was to Dean.

Well I guess can list the ones that jumped out at me on a first watch, that I never thought anyone would even think to question showed that there were low/mid key romantic elements to Dean’s feelings about Cas. Be warned this is a wall of text so feel free to skip to the TLDR at the end.

6x20: That episode was framed as an angsty break up - it just was. From Dean refusing to believe Cas would betray him, to his heart breaking when he found out he did, all the way to Dean and Cas sharing that final look when Cas is in the fire circle and Dean’s running away.

7x17: Dean talking about not being able to get over Cas

“You know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. You know, whatever it was. It might take me some time, but… I always could. What Cas did… I just can’t – I don’t know why.”

Cas is different for some reason he can’t understand. Why? That question has never been explicitly answered beyond “It’s Cas.” Every time. It’s just different because it’s Cas.

Dean keeping Cas’ trenchcoat and carrying it around with him, even though they didn’t have the impala at the time and were using different cars. He moved the coat from car to car. Even Jensen and Misha couldn’t come up with a hetero explanation for that no matter how hard they tried (though to be fair I doubt Misha tried very hard :L )

Dean staying in purgatory for a whole year, praying to Cas every night and not willing to leave without him.

8x07: Dean seeing Cas everywhere and him and Sam both just assuming they were grief induced love hallucinations. You know, the kind Sam had of Jess after she died.

9x06: There’s a lot in there, but my personal favourite moment is Dean just standing outside staring at Cas through the Gas n’ Sip window, for god knows how long, with a wistful look on his face.

9x18: Dean’s messed up af, the Mark of Cain has its hooks in him and yet he hears Cas say something quintessentially Cas (What’s honourable about a miniature bar in a motel room?) and he just lights up with the most genuine smile (sorry I’m too lazy to make a gif for it!)

11x18: This one is definitely one of the ones that makes me scratch my head over how people can still watch it and say there are no romantic elements to Dean’s feelings for Cas. He’s just falling apart begging Cas to cast Lucifer out of his body. Then Amara shows up, Dean’s supposed weakness and all he can do is call out for Cas over and over again in a broken voice. She and Lucifer both notice and are surprised by it. Seriously just go watch that scene.

There are a bunch in s12 but honestly I have a hard time even focusing on the smaller ones because

a) Dean’s out-of-his-mind worry for where Cas is and why he’s not answering his calls. If you even just watch the “previously on” for 12x19, it’s just a montage of him trying to contact Cas. Not to mention how “spun out”, he is after Cas leaves with Kelly.

b) Sam having to physically drag Dean away from the portal to stop him from going after Cas. His scream when Lucifer stabs Cas. Falling to his knees beside Cas’ body, staring at the charred impression of his wings.

c) He made Cas a mixtape.

d) He talked earlier in the season about how the reason Mary fell for John was because he knew the words to every Zeppelin song.

e) He made Cas a Zeppelin mixtape.

f) He made Cas a Zeppelin mixtape.

Look I was actually going to go on and talk about more moments from season 13 and 14, because there are more, but I really don’t think I need to. Because if there was any plausible deniability that there was anything romantic there, and tbh there was very little left even by that point, 12x19 killed it. Everything about that episode, from how Dean was reacting to Cas, the way the mixtape scene was shot to the fact that he made him mixtape to begin with, was presented in a romantic way.

So yeah. Cas having feelings for Dean and Dean not, is not something I think the show has ever presented. There are a ton of moments I haven’t mentioned from before season 12 too, and more after, but if you have any doubt about Dean’s feelings and only have 40 odd minutes, just watch 12x19.

I mean to be honest, if it wasn’t a mutual thing it never would have really caught my interest or pinged my radar. I’m not usually a shipper so it’s not something I’d have been actively looking for - it was just really obvious to me, and I thought the fact that their relationship had this romantic vibe to it was just the way they were presenting it. I didn’t think there were going to be doubts about it.

Personally, I have less than zero interest in watching a story where a dude pines after his bff who shows no romantic interest in him because he’s a totes straight bro. The only time I’ve ever found that kind of thing done somewhat well was on Shadowhunters (yeah yeah I know), and there were extenuating circumstances and more going on with it there too. However you see Dean and Cas’ relationship, I really don’t think it’s one sided in any way, and if I’m being honest, I always thought they presented Dean’s side of it more than they did Cas’, again maybe with the exception of Dean’s Mark of Cain arc. But again that’s just my opinion. You may feel differently.

TLDR: Dean made Cas a mixtape.

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[insert catchy title here]

hey, i'm tea (like the beverage). i'm in my early 20’s, and i live in midwestern USA so my timezone is central. i roleplay exclusively through email. i’ve tried other mediums and they just don’t stick for me. there will be an ooc thread for plotting/planning/talking and an rp thread for the actual roleplay. my ads never fully format properly after i submit them so i’m sorry if some stuff bleeds together or if there are huge blocks of text.

for the rp itself, well. i’m looking for a small array of things, so i figured i’d make an ad as a catch-all instead of doing something like one ad per request. i will only do oc/oc romance, and i only do m// and/or f//.

i’m currently looking to roleplay ocs in the following universes: fallout, percy jackson, harvest moon, and atla/lok. and for a purely original setting, apocalypse/post-apocalypse (zombies are good in my book! i like ‘em with a creative twist, though) or horror romcoms.

style; ☆third person. ☆past tense. ☆novel or multi-paragraph; i can snap out four paragraphs or 20, usually novel but like i can work w/ anything. ☆good handle on grammar, maybe some spelling errors if i’m responding from my phone. i’m very relaxed with typing OOC as u can tell but i go all out with actual writing, don’t worry.

characters; ☆varied in personality and backstory, i usually make new ones for rps but sometimes a character sticks with me. ☆i can handle various roles at once; side characters or recurring roles aside from mains are welcome. ☆doubling or tripling is alright. ☆i don’t use FC’s and prefer written descriptions, but i’m a hoe for pinterest and moodboards and use that for character references. i’m super into aesthetics. ☆i get attached to our characters so i’m into talking about them and making content. expect me making pinboards or drawing things or sending u vines/songs and being like “this is them.”

smut; ☆required. i don’t fade to black. ☆switch characters by default. i will die if you come to me with the intention of only playing bottom characters. ☆no incest, pedo, bestiality, toilet stuff, noncon, mpreg. please don’t contact me if u support any of that stuff in any way. i’ve had people contact me who have links online and i’ve found out they’ve written incest or pedo fanfics, so like… in general, stay away plz.

i prefer my partners to be 18+ minimum, 20+ is best case scenario. none of the characters will be underage and would be in their twenties or older.

AND NOW… ONTO THE UNIVERSE RELEVANCE… i’d looove to play any of these, but asterisks are for particular cravings.

FALLOUT; i’ve only played F3 and a little bit of F4 i know i’m a newbie. 😞 everyone tells me to play NV and i will! i’m working on it. i have no plot in mind other than it could be fun to make our own setting/area of the US they haven’t explored in canon, like mountains or something. but otherwise staying in canon areas is good! ☆ghoul/non-radiated person ☆fresh-outta-the-vault/wasteland veteran ☆sole-survivor/oc ☆lone wanderer/oc ☆regular oc/oc!

PERCY JACKSON;*** i never read heroes of olympus or any other riordan book beside the original PJO books. BUT i love the original series so that will be my focus. for the plot, i don’t have anything, but i’ve seen a couple ads floating around with some interesting plot bunnies? so anything is good! there is one proposal i’ve seen around that i think would be really fun, which is ocs in pjo in another time period. what can i say, the combination demigod/mythology + aesthetics from the 18th or 19th century just gets to me, i’m rlly into it atm! dashing adventures on cobblestone streets and deadly weapons hidden in skirts and tucked into the lining of carriages. PLUS U CANNOT DENY HOW PERIOD PINING KILLS U… brushing pinkies… longing gazes… i’m so down. but any time period to be honest, from ancient greece BCE to modern day. i’ve got a couple plot ideas + character ideas i’d like to try out so i’m ready when u are. some pairings ideas: ☆big three demigod/extremely minor demigod kid ☆demigod/satyr or spirit ☆demigod/someone who can see through the mist ☆demigods with a parental rivalry ☆BEST FRIENDS bro CHB is like. peak best friends to lovers scenario

STORY OF SEASONS/HARVEST MOON; alright, this one is pretty different. this would be very video game-like: heart events, character gift preferences, festival events, the whole nine yards. i have a couple of ideas for a town setting, but mostly i’d like to make one with my partner:

☆fantasy-based, like rune factory. along with humans, there could be dwarves, elves, mermaids/mermen, selkies, magic-users… maybe a shape-shifting dragon ☆supernatural-based, maybe a halloweentown vibe? or something more sinister. along with humans, there could be vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, ghosts, et cetera. ☆pokemon-based. instead of regular farm animals, they’re pokemon! miltank, combee, mareep, sudowoodo, et cetera. this could be suuuuper cute and fun. ☆LOZ-based, in hyrule. there could be hylians, rito, zora, et cetera.

A:TLA/LOK;** i’d prefer something set either before a:tla or after lok with our own avatar and group. could be fun and interesting to explore and make our own story. i have an idea for an avatar just because i’ve been thinking of avatar in general but i really don’t have a preference for the role so lmk if you’d rather play it. i also have a few little plot ideas, depending on what the timeline we shoot for is. ☆avatar/bender helping them master an element ☆avatar/non-bender ☆airbender/firebender ☆any/any!

APOCALYPSE/POST-APOCALYPSE;*** what can i say? every once in a while, i get bitten by the apocalypse bug. i’m used to doing post-apocalypse, where people are living on in the world after it’s ravaged, with it being the only world they’ve ever known. which is fun! but i’m also down for a current apocalypse, where people live their daily lives and are forced to adjust to the world following a catastrophic event. i’ll be honest, i prefer this genre with some sort of monster. usually zombie and I KNOW they’re overrated and everywhere ok but it’s a classic. i’m into zombies mostly in the vein of tlou or have a more creative twist but i’m cool with any. and that said, doesn’t have to be zombies! i’d love to do an apocalyptic rp with a different monster, from the supernatural to the paranormal to the extraterrestrial. a character being immune to whatever’s going down would be fun too.

HORROR/SUPERNATURAL ROMCOM; i prefer horror-comedy like the addams family with quirky horror stuff, so i’m not looking too much for anything genuinely frightening (but that could be super fun too! lmk how u feel). accidentally summoning a demon, someone accidentally selling their soul, vampires who have only been vampires for like a year, horribly unlucky witches, people investigating mysterious supernatural happenings in their town, roadtrips to hell, stuff like that. any and everything is good, my options are beyond open. also in general i prefer human/non-human pairings, so anything along those lines in a setting like this will work. werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, send them all my way.

email; ☆[email protected]

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ITH Medieval AU

Hey @pika-ace remember how you told me OH so long ago about this idea? Medieval times, right? Well, consider this my gift to you, b/c I love you and you deserve the best so I kind of went wild with this one.

OK see here's what I did; considering that there's the Fantasy AU very heavily based on magic/and the supernatural, I figured that a more historically based AU would be interesting for a Medieval one. So, with a bit of dabbling in research, let's say the time period is centred more so around the 1300's, in that space between the High and Late Middle Ages. Now, for the sake of the AU, some historical events are rushed or just happen at a different time than historically recorded; it's just to selfishly move the plot along b/c oh boy shit happened. Do note that the actual historical events don't HAVE TO be the real ones. Like at some point I bring up the Hundred Years War; it doesn't have to be the Hundred Years War. And as much as I've tried, there's sure to be historical misinterpretations on my part, and I ask you to forgive me if that is the case as you read on Setting: Vaguely European? A great deal of this AU is based on the European Middle Ages, and the historical events mainly surround Europe, but like I never explicitly state any locations so....? It's up to you if you want to leave it all vague or not. Also catch me with that symbolism yo. (Seriously if you want to ask me questions about places, details I included, things that happen; there's probably a symbolic reason behind it or a parallel somewhere)

Vanessa

Peasant turned knight

Came from a small farming family, part of a larger community owned by an ageing Lord

Father was a knighted commoner => taught Vanessa how to properly use a sword and told her stories of brave knights who fought off hordes of foes => gets sent off as part of a militia against another Lord and dies in combat

The conquest of the manor and the Great Famine of 1315-17 forces them off the land and move into another manor => that's when Vanessa meets Nina

Vanessa's mother, struck by grief at the loss of her husband and of their one mode of income

Vanessa, fueled by spite and anger, tired of being reduced to meagre peasantry jobs, decides she's going to work for knighthood

She and Nina are probably 12-13 at this point => Nina sees Vanessa from the church doors playing with some boys and she's curious => at some point they run into each other in front of a statue of St. Michael (foreshadowing if ya squint) and they talk, Vanessa reveals that she's trying to be a knight, and Nina wants to help her

Nina cuts Vanessa's hair (not too short now but just enough b/c she can't wear her own armour yet) and she teaches Vanessa how to read and write, and they both spy on boys to copy their mannerisms

Vanessa manages to get the attention of an old knight who's interested in seeing this youngster grow (he's probably going to be an original character) => he knows Vanessa's a girl in disguise but he doesn't mind all that much really; she can fight and she's got guts and that's all that matters => he teaches her huntsman/military stuff, and makes her his Squire

It's when she becomes his apprentice/Squire where she starts wearing armour, esp. the closed helmet to hide her face.

As a Squire she has to master the "Seven Points of Agilities" (riding, swimming, wrestling, fencing, stuff like that ALL WHILE WEARING ARMOUR) => Vanessa gets buff af

She gets knighted at 19 (the actual age is around 21 but a Squire can be knighted earlier)

She establishes herself and reputation in a jousting tournament (the thing with the horses and the lances and you gotta knock the other knight off) => See here's the thing about tournaments; knights can get injured and/or die in these things => her mentor is probably injured during a melee (it's like a free for all where the last knight standing wins) and she takes his place during the joust and wins => eventually she may earn herself a place in the Lord's Court (opportunity to get further acquainted w/ Benny who's also a knight)

(I LOVE the idea of Vanessa saving Usnavi so!) => First time she meets Usnavi she saves him from rowdy riff-raff who where threatening w/ violence and she makes it a thing to visit and protect him from trouble and potential accidents (you'll see why), extends to keeping Sonny out of trouble => in return Usnavi offers "the mysterious knight" food and a bed if she ever needs it

She ends up taking in Sonny as her Squire (he got into some serious trouble with the authorities; the church or the Lordship, one or the other or both, Pete was involved)

Nina and the Rosarios

Family of metalworkers; Kevin's a blacksmith and Camilla fashions/repairs jewellery

Nina's in training to enter the clergy => both Kevin and Camilla know it'll elevate Nina's social status and the Catholic schooling will give her something of an education => the hope is that Nina one day will be the church Abbess (kind of like Head Nun, the "Mother" if you will)

They made Nina a simple rosary with a little gold cross as the pendant; she wears it on her wrist all the time

She's so modest and humble, not just b/c of the religious teachings but also b/c she's grown surrounded by people who respect her mind but know she'll never actually become anything b/c she's female

Nina wants to be more so involved with the political happenings

Student of Scholasticism (it's basically trying to apply reason/logic to faith by holding arguments over contradictory things) => she's not very sure how she feels about it; faith and logic, try all you want, never really come together in a way that pleases everyone and the teacher's authority is always seen as superior regardless; but the practice promotes questioning and critical reasoning

Learns medicine and offers aid to knights => how she meets Benny => he gets scratched up confronting another group of knights, trying to impress Pete; Nina's the nun who happens to answer the door

Time period is characterized by persecution and expulsion of religious minorities (the inquisition/Crusades anyone) => Nina's their voice to the Catholic Church, promoting acceptance and change (this girl is going to change the world) => eventually w/ the emergence of several religious/scholar factions, plus a greater awareness of the history of the Catholic church's actions, (I feel that) Nina would want to break away from the church

She's got a lot of conflict with Faith, ethics, and the Church

Benny

Full-fledged knight w/ Pete as his Squire

Actually of Noble blood but he wasn't firstborn so he doesn't inherit much, barely anything so he had to make a name for himself

Went through the whole Page to Squire to Knight process

Claims Pete as his cousin so he could be taken as Benny's Squire

He's a member of the Lord's Court => when he and Nina have a solid friendship he tells her about the happenings and she offers advice => he's like her mechanism to access the court

He's impressed and eventually infatuated with her intelligence and wit and he believes she deserves the world but she's so modest

Benny's father was part of the Inquisition against the Beguine (female Catholic extremists characterized by self-mortification of skin by whipping, nasty stuff)

Benny's kind of in support of some of the Inquisitions (HEAR ME OUT FOR A SEC) => the Inquisitions were formed to have some kind of system to investigate cases of supposed heresy b/c the public would straight up kill people they thought were heretics. Some REAL fucked up stuff happened, and we're not justifying the actions here.

As for Benny's reasons: 1) His dad was in it and Benny was like 13 what kid doesn't admire a dad they see as a hero and 2) He understands that the point is to prevent injustice and unjust persecution, and he holds it to that ideal; Nina's perception is based more so on the Crusades, which she personally didn't approve of => potential conflict when they have that conversation

Eventually, he's called to serve in the Hundred Years War or what will be the Hundred Years War (or whatever your personal variation may be)

Has a preference for the Rosario family and highkey it's apparent that he's made himself their personal protector => lowkey it's to get on Kevin's good side b/c he's not so happy that Nina's hanging around so many knights, so if Benny manages to impress him he'll (hopefully?) be a bit more accepting of Nina hanging around Benny

Probably took an arrow to his arm once b/c split-second decision he used his arm as a shield and he tried to walk it off => that earned him a smack from Abuela Claudia

The relationship between Nina and Benny is very much based on chivalry and courting => Benny's a poetic type (coughcough their duets coughcough), but he doesn't have that artistic touch => Pete's basically his wingman even if Benny denies it, and they both argue over lines (case Benny writes poetry for Nina let me have this plz) d what sounds better; where Benny excels in language and describing the literal with flowery words, Pete's good at imagery and metaphors => Nina saves every single one

•Usnavi

Candlemaker (HEAR ME OUT) => "I illuminate the stories of the people on the street" sound familiar? => This is entirely selfish I just wanted to pull Usnavi away from the "grocer" role and give him a role with a bit more symbolic significance

He makes the best candles b/c they don't smell that bad (candles were typically made of tallow which is like animal fat and smelled nasty when burned) => I imagine it's a mixture of beeswax and kitchen fats and the wicks are threaded with materials like cinnamon (which would have been expensive so only a little bit) so they give off a better smell than burning fat => typically made for the church and they don't pay that much

Also makes wax figurines => typical stuff like figures of saints and animals but he's got a collection of figurines of people he knows (Sonny, the Rosario's, Abuela Claudia; he can never get the mysterious knight to look right)

When he was being threatened and Vanessa saved him, the rabble was going to throw hot wax in his face; Vanessa blocked it with her shield like a badass

He vaguely knows the mysterious knight by reputation alone but now he has the chance to actually know them personally and how? Can he possibly??? Repay them?? => every time the knight visits he tries to hide the tallow smell and makes them a meal, and learns that they like the smell of cinnamon so he gifts them one of his cinnamon candles

Trying to teach Sonny how to carry on the business; o/c Sonny doesn't want to => Sonny makes the candle too big and uses too much wick so the flame comes out huge and the burning candle makes a huge wax mess

When Sonny gets in trouble Usnavi reluctantly has to allow Sonny to be Vanessa's Squire; he sees it as the mysterious knight so he believes Sonny's in good hands

Meets Vanessa as herself thanks to Sonny => Sonny knows Vanessa's catching feelings and Usnavi's very interested in the mysterious knight that is Vanessa, so if Usnavi meets Vanessa and realizes that they have the same character, he'll put two and two together and see that they're the same person (except Usnavi's real fucking dense about it)

Sonny

Frisky little boy who becomes Vanessa's Squire

Wants to be a knight but Usnavi doesn't want him to and in theory, it shouldn't be possible b/c they're not nobles or rich or anything

Pete tells him stories about travels with Benny and Sonny's jealous™

Accidentally gets caught up in a problem between a noble and Usnavi => Sonny punched the noble in the face b/c they made a snide comment about the smell; Pete helped => the noble was a relative of the Lord and they're threatening to punish both Sonny and Pete; Pete gets out of it b/c Benny pops up and talks him out of it; Vanessa comes in with the whole "he's my Squire" but noble's not going to take that excuse so they demand proof from the Lord himself => Sonny insists that the only solution is to let him be Vanessa's Squire and Usnavi goes through w/ it; it's that or a public flogging so....

He's a troublemaker; he's brash and charges into conflict just to protect someone => Vanessa tries to teach him that he doesn't have to punch everyone in the face to demand attention and solve a problem

Sonny and Pete complain to each other about trying to get their respective lovebirds together

Crafty with mechanisms; he and Pete mess around with random things and make tiny catapults that break after one use but it's fun

Probably broke his sword twice; first time it was funny, the second time it was serious™

Writes poems for Nina; it's more so out of emotional attachment => they're not as eloquent as Benny's but they're sweet and Nina saves her favourites

Abuela Claudia

Your local herbologist who practices apothecary

Lives next door to Usnavi and Sonny (or as close to next door as you can get; more like reasonable walking distance) => supplies Usnavi with the herbs to weave into the candles

Has wisdom and knowledge beyond her years => she's seen war, the rise and fall of monarchies and empires; she's seen stuff => wise elder™ tbh how has she lived so long

Literally, the only one everyone trusts as a midwife

She's got this unchallenged respect where it's like she'll make you food and tell you stories but you don't cross her. You just don't

Has a collection of odd trinkets stored away, the most impressive and beautiful being a little crown of feathers, collected from birds that hang on her roof => she ends up giving it to Vanessa

Some say she's just a smart old woman, other's claim she's a witch => she is persecuted at some point and accused

She passes away peacefully in her sleep one day => the accusations are still strong with the public and so they burn her body

Pete

Squire with an affinity for art

Very crafty with his hands, can work out fine details

Was hired to make the small stone figurines of the Saints for the church => realized stonework wasn't for him

Was caught stealing pigments for paints and the shop owner turned him in to Benny => they were going to cut off his hands, Benny intervenes and makes up a lie about Pete being his cousin and he's let off the hook => Pete doesn't want that to happen again and through conversation he learns Pete doesn't have anyone watching out for him and he's kind of just fending for himself, so Benny offers to take him in as his Squire

At first Pete didn't want to => too restricting and he doesn't see himself as a "knight/hero" type of character => Sonny convinces him to accept for two reasons: 1) it'll be cool and awesome and he'll go on adventures and do awesome knight things and 2) He'll be able to tell Sonny all about it and (maybe?) put in a good word with someone to let him be a knight

Pete and Benny got that teasing sibling relationship going on; most of the times they go to see Nina and/or Abuela Claudia it's b/c they were showing off and did something stupid

Daniela and Carla

Innkeepers who don't take shit from anyone

Daniela's widowed, which allows her to own the albeit small property

Carla owes a debt to Daniela, and that's why she's employed; no one knows what the debt is, and no one wants to really know

All secrets and dirty details are shared in those walls => good stories and very good gossip

Vanessa worked there for a while => Daniela and Carla assume she's working somewhere else b/c they don't see her around much

No one messes with either of them or any of the employees => anyone tries to get a little too close to comfort, they'll be out back in the middle of the night barfing up their insides

Notorious reputation

Now the plot... where is it? Y'all can branch it off in whatever direction you'd like, but if I was to go on about my idea, we'd be here for a while and it'd read more like a literature essay b/c I got symbolism and parallels stuck up in my head. But this is a good start, I believe. Delving into it might take a bit more time.

#In The Heights #in the heights au #medieval au #this is your gift pika!#it's very late i know #but i hope you like it!

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raspberrytummytickles · 7 years

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Sing For Me

Title: Sing For Me Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean Summary: Ticklish!Dean; Sam grew up with Dean singing. Adding laughter to the mix just seems natural.

Original Prompt: I have a prompt. It kinda sucks tho. Person a is singing loudly home alone. Person b is just coming home from work/school/whatever and hears person a. But person a doesn't realize until after they finish and person b claps and cheers for them jokingly. Person a is surprised and a bit embarrassed. Person b tries to get them so sing again, but person a refuses, saying that they are no good at it. Person b then tickles them until they agree to sing for them. (Spn plz but your call)

A/N: Love this prompt!! Hope you like it and sorry it took so long!!

“Woaah we’re half way there! Whooooa living on a prayer!”

Sam blinked as Bon Jovi echoed through the bunker. Except, the voice wasn't Bon Jovi’s at all. Sam followed the noise to the kitchen, taking in the sight with a fond smile. Dean was in boxers and a tee-shirt, dancing around the kitchen while belting out Living on a Prayer. He looked so relaxed, something Sam hasn't seen in years.

“Take my hand and we’ll make it I sweaaaar! Whoooa living on a prayer! Living on a praaaaaaaayer!” Dean finished, striking a pose. He jumped when he heard clapping from the doorway. Sam had a wide grin on his face ad let out a whistle.

“Nice, Dude!”

Dean blushed and let out a cough, “Creeper! What the hell are you doing over there?”

“Just listening to the show, man,” Sam walked over to Dean, nudging his shoulder lightly. “That was pretty good, Dean.”

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously!”

“It wasn't that good,” Dean mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat from the comment. Sam frowned at his brother and nudged him again.

“Dude, it was amazing. Do it again!”

“Wha—” Dean blinked. “No! Why the hell would I do that?”

“Cause I wanna hear you sing!” Sam whined, pulling Dean into a tight hug. Dean immediately started squirming, muttered curses escaping him. “Oncore, oncore, oncore!” With each word, Sam poked Dean’s belly, making the older Winchester squeak.

“Sa-am don't you fuhucking dare!”

“How's it go again, Dean?” Sam teased, digging his fingertips into Dean’s sides. “Tommy used to work on the dooocks, right?”

“Sahaham!” Dean giggled, struggling to push himself out of his brothers big Sasquatch arms.

“Sing with me, Dean! I need to hear more!”

“Shuhut uhuhup, bitch!”

“Something, something, Whooa we’re half way there! C’mon Dean, your turn!” Sam smirked, burying his face into Dean’s neck and humming, making his big brother squeal and bat at Sam's arms.

“Stohohop ihit!”

“Not until you sing!”

Dean laughed harder as Sam slithered his hands under his shirt and tickled his bare skin. His lower belly was being caressed while Sam’s pointer finger was rimming his belly button.

“U-Uhuhunion’s beheheen on strihihike—SAHAHAM!” Dean shrieked when his little brother slipped his finger into Dean’s bellybutton.

“There we go!” Sam crowed happily, blowing a raspberry into Deans neck.

“Ihihi HAHAHATE YOHOHOU!”

“Love you too, big bro.”

Dean giggled cutely, face turning pink and not from the tickling. He threw his head back, finally stopping his struggles and let his baby brother tickle him. Sam realized this at how relaxed Dean came into his arms and grinned, tracing and digging into Deans ribs.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD!”

“Admit it, Dean. You’re an amazing singer.”

“BUHUT IM NOHOHOT!”

"I'm not stopping till you admit defeat and sing to me.”

“SAHAHAMMY!” Dean cried out, laughter rising when another raspberry was placed on his shoulder. He squealed at the feeling and tried hiding his neck. Sam’s hands were now squeezing his flanks, eliciting bubbly laughter from Dean.

“C’mon, De.”

Deans eyes buldged and his laughter rose to shrill cackling. Sam went for the kill as rubbed his thumbs into nice little circles on both of Deans hips. The older Winchester was sobbing with laughter, tears prickling his eyes and nails digging into his little brothers wrist.

“AHAHAHA OKAY OHOHOKAHAHAY!”

“Okay what?” Sam teased, using his nails to scratch at Deans prominent hip bones.

“IHIHI’LL DOHO WHAHATWVER YOU WAHAHANT!” Dean laughed, hips jerking and knees feeling weak. Sam followed him to the floor and straddled his big brother, hands still attacking his worst spot.

“Liiiiike....?”

“Dohohont freheheaking tehehease mehe, bihihitch!”

“"What will you do for me, Dean?”

“IHIHI’LL SIHIHING! IHIHI WIHIHILL SIHIHING THE FREHEHEAKING HOHOKEY POHOHOKEY JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!”

Sam laughed with his brother, slowing down his tickly fingers so they only brushed teasingly against the skin. It still had Dean giggling like a little kid, nose scrunched and freckles dancing with every laugh. It warmed Sam’s heart, he never wanted to stop but Dean looked like he was losing oxygen.

“Aaand...?”

“AHAHAnd whahahat?!”

“Say your a good singer and I'll stop.”

“Fuhuhucking bihihitch...!”

“You like it,” Sam shrugged, tickling the outside of Dean’s hip and more toward Dean’s back. It made his big brother arch his back and giggle adorably.

“Shuhut up! Ihihi’m an ahahahamazing sihihinger! Nohohow stohohop!”

Sam did as Dean asked, still sitting on top of him and had a happy dimpled grin. Dean was panting, eyes closed and a helpless smile on his face. He peeked at his beaming brother and groaned, weakly shoving him. Sam bounced lightly were he was and tilted his head. He looked like a kid on Christmas and Dean grinned again at the sight,

"You have five seconds to run, kiddo,” Dean growled playfully, making Sam whine low in his throat, rolling off Dean and making a break for the door. Dean caught one of Sam’s ankles and dragged him down.

“W-Wait wait Dehehehan!”

“It's actually more like: You live for the fight when that's all that you got!”

A/N: Tada!! Sorry it took so long, hope you liked it okay byeeeeee!!

#ticklish!Dean #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #tickling #tickle fic #Supernatural tickle fic #tickes #supernatural fanfic #cute #fluffy #brotherly fluf #light wincest #its implied #fic: sing for me

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poutypanic · 7 years

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Monster Hunter* Chap 6

Trigger Warnings! Plz read tags, and summary.

Chapter Summary: Okay so big trigger warnings for attempted rape, and some pretty bloody violence! Proceed with caution. This chapter is VERY plot heavy. Mercy is the worst. An old flame comes back into our Readers life. This was inspired by a comment left by cell007 on the last chapter. <3 After that there's some literal sexual healing. Hope you enjoy!

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10702710/chapters/26191587

It’s that time again. Hanzo’s gone and you’re left to be babysat by the dragons. Though they’re not as pent up anymore. In fact, they fell asleep in the bedroom hours ago. Didn’t budge an inch when you got up to go for a walk. When the demon is away, you always have so much down time. More than you usually know what to do with. Finding new parts of the castle is an interesting way to pass the time. The place is so big that you never fail to find new pathways and rooms. When you get bored, you’ll probably find your way back and take a nap with the dragons. You’re supposed to be resting anyway.

Finding new undiscovered sections isn’t a hard task. All it takes is one different turn down an unfamiliar hall, and you find yourself in new territory. You wander into an old dojo. Use the back door to find a different court yard you hadn’t seen before. It looks to be a shooting range, for archery and guns. As evidenced by several old bullet holes where it would seem amateurs had missed their targets.

Nothing holds your interest here, so find yourself continuing onward. Into what at first you think is another garden. But it soon becomes clear that this is no garden; it’s a cemetery. There are only two large stone monuments. Each has freshly burned incense and flowers. There are more names engraved into one tombstone than the other. You curse yourself, because you can’t read them and therefore can’t snoop.

You become a bit transfixed by the one with more names. The older looking one of the two. You stand staring and pondering. You don’t end up thinking about the grave. Instead, end up using it as a focal point to help you center your thoughts.

What you’re thinking, is that this isn't so bad anymore. And sometimes, well, a lot of the time, you find yourself enjoying the demons company. He's witty, snarky, and doesn't hold back in conversation. He seems to actually admire your promiscuous background. When you're finally on his level. If you manage to make it there. Maybe the two of you can really raise some hell together, and the thought of that excites you. Makes you look forward to the future. You miss stirring up mischief. Leaving broken hearts and egos behind in your wake. You and Hanzo could do twice the damage and have twice the fun.

“Curious, are you?”

Your body jolts, and you spin around, finding Mercy sitting on top of the tombstone you weren't paying close attention to. Legs crossed and a dangerous smile on her face.

“When the hell did you get here?”

Mercy shrugs, scoots off of the tombstone, and gently glides to the ground. She nods back at the grave.

“Do you know what these are? Or rather who they belong to?”

You barely hear her questions.

“Does Hanzo know you’re here?”

Mercy shrugs again. You take that as a no. And start to wonder if you’re in danger.

She slowly eyes you up and down. Thinks for a moment and then takes a step towards you. You immediately take two steps back. You would have taken more, but your back is now up against the grave stone. She rolls her eyes at you and spins around. Saunters over to the opposite stone and places a finger against one of the names. She looks back over her shoulder at you.

“This one was the first.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hanzo accidentally killed this one. He was a baby demon. Didn’t know what he was doing.”

Oh. This is shocking to you. It had never crossed your mind exactly what he had meant when he had said to you ‘It is amusing, that you think you will be leaving me. Alive or dead.’ The grave suddenly carries a lot more weight. Exudes a bigger presence in the small courtyard. It feels ominous and tragic.

“He buried them?”

Mercy rolls her eyes at your pitiful tone of voice, “Cremated, but yes.” Then points at the second name, “This one died from the first sickness.”

If Mercy wants to run her mouth, you’re not going to stop her. So you don’t say anything and just listen.

She points to the third name, “This one.” She pauses to chuckle, “Now this one was very religious. Thought Hanzo was the literal devil. Killed themselves before the first sickness could sprout.”

Then she points to the last name, “This one was another one that succumbed to the change. Too weak to get past it. Boring, I know.”

“Whatever you say, Mercy.”

Then she glides her finger over the smooth blank area next to the last name.

“Your name will go right here. Number five.”

That last comment offends you. Sparks anger in your belly. You cross your arms and glare at her.

“I think I’m doing just fine. I’ve made it this far. I’m not dying. Hanzo is going to have a major problem with you being here uninvited. You should leave.”

She returns your glare with her own, “Oh I’ll go, but not far. Don’t want to miss the show. Won’t be able to tell the tale of your death to the next one if I do.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She doesn’t answer you. Only disappears behind the tombstone and doesn't reappear again. Then you hear something off in the distance. It’s foot steps. Someone wearing shoes. So definitely not Hanzo. Your stomach twists, and your heart starts to race. It can't be. But there's no mistaking it. The foot steps are accompanied by a persistent jingle of spurs. You eye the entry way of the cemetery. Eyes starting to brim with tears.

Then he appears in the door way. An old flame. Jesse McCree. With his cowboy hat low on his head and a sinister grin on his face. He takes a few steps forwards into the cemetery, takes his lit cigarillo out of his mouth, and tosses it onto the ground. So disrespectful. Then again, he always was.

"Well, hello darlin'. Long time, no see. How you been?"

You're in stunned silence. Your mind is working far too fast for you to catch any coherent sentences. All you're able to think is, this is bad. Very, very bad. Jesse was not one of the monsters you had left on good terms. He just might have been the worst break up of them all. Though that's always been up for debate in your mind.

"Strange findin' you hiding out in a place like this. Real fancy."

"How did you find me?"

"Oh, now, sugar; don'cha remember?" He taps the side of his nose, "I gotta real keen sense a smell."

You know that’s true, but that answer is also bullshit.

He looks you up and down, "You sure are a lot shinier than I remember you bein'. You been taking vitamins?"

"What do you want, McCree?"

Jesse’s expression goes from fake cordialness to dark and pissed off. His lip turns up as he holds up his arm. Waives mechanical fingers around. A memory floods back into the forefront of your brain. You're trapped in a small basement. He’s been keeping you down there for weeks. He had fooled you. Lured you in with false charm and sweetness. McCree wasn’t careful nor mindful. Especially when he was transformed. You had nearly died from his treatment far too many times for your comfort. In your memory, you manage to find an old machete. You have it clutched tightly in your grasp. And with a swift swing, you’ve got a howling beast that's writhing in pain. This allows you enough time to get away.

"I was thinking somethin' along the lines of an eye for an eye. But more like I'm thinking your gonna need to give me somethin’. You know, in exchange for what you took. It's only fair."

“I technically didn’t take your arm. I left it with you.”

“Oh, your hilarious.”

Every muscle in your body is tense. Spring loaded and ready to go. Your mind in trying to pick through all of the places that Hanzo could have stashed your weapons. You’re going to need to defend yourself. But then you remember, idiot, you’ve got the dragons. McCree’s animal instinct picks up easily on when his prey are about to run. Knows that you’re about to make a sprint for the castle and your protectors. His voice has a sudden drop in octaves.

"You better not run, sweetheart." He takes in a few breaths, and his voice goes back to normal, "Or I'm gonna have to get real nasty, real fast."

“What do you want."

"Your gonna give me some pups."

Over your dead body.

“There's plenty of bitches out there for you to breed, McCree."

"But none of them have broken my heart quite like you have, hunny.”

McCree takes off his hat and tosses it to the ground. Starts to unbutton his shirt. Kicks off his boots. All while keeping a steady eye on you.

“Now I ain’t stupid. I know your gonna make me wrangle you. I’m just offerin' you one chance to be a good girl. Come on now. Walk outta here with me.”

That’s not going to happen. And you're a heart beat away from bolting. Could you even give him what he wants anymore? With your new body on the cusp of being supernatural? These aren’t things you say out loud. They wouldn’t help you convince McCree to leave. They just might convince him to kill you. 'Cause if he can’t use you, then nobody can.

As his shirt falls off of his back the muscles in his shoulders start to quiver rapidly. You know what that means. Now's your chance. It’ll be brief. He turns fast, but you have got to go now or never. You run for it. And not long after you start running, do you hear the terrible growls and rumbles coming from McCree's changed werewolf form.

He’s already hot on your trail. You don’t dare look back. Won’t risk losing your momentum or tripping over yourself trying to get a gander at him. You know exactly what he looks like right now. A large and lanky combination of man and wolf. Long limbs carrying him faster than you’ll ever be able to out run him. But you're still going to try.

The good thing is, he’s loud. Every slam of his claws on the ground reverberates through the halls, and his growls are even louder. The commotion will surely get the dragons' attention soon. At least you’re hoping so. They’re your only chance.

You’re barely half way through the shooting range when he catches up with you. Tackles you onto the ground. He’s got so much momentum that he can't keep himself from sliding away from you. Your head cracks against the concrete, and you see stars. Your vision blurs over and blood starts to run down your face.

You actually manage to get yourself back up onto your feet before McCree pounces again. You're lucky that your muscle memory is working in your favor at the moment. You get out of the way without needing to think about it. Then he comes for you again, teeth bared and fur bristled. This time you use your elbow to land a harsh blow against his jaw line. You’re much stronger than you know, because the werewolf actually falters. Yelps and stumbles a couple of steps to the side.

McCree’s hunched over. There is one new thing about him. Something you hadn’t expected to see. His mechanical arm changed with him. Acclimated to suite his werewolf body. That’d be fascinating and neat to you if you weren't afraid for your life.

His whole body is shuddering as he looks up at you and smiles. Blood coating one side of his teeth. You’re in for it now. This time when he pounces, you’re not at all ready for it. You’re back on the ground. His bulky body dwarfing yours entirely. You try to get up, but it’s short lived. McCree uses one long and angular clawed hand to slam your torso back into the ground. He shoves his muzzle into your neck and takes a long deep whiff.

“Fuck, darlin, I’ve missed the way you smell.”

“Get the fuck off me, McCree!”

You make an attempt to shimmy and crawl your way out from under him. But you’re met with an open mouth and sharp teeth around your neck. That quickly puts a stop to your advancing. With your life in his mouth, McCree is able to guarantee you will stay still. He easily pulls up your robe. Shredding it up in the process. He forces your hips up to meet his crotch. Two big hands grip your torso and keep you there. His erection pushes out from within him and rests against your back. McCree releases your neck from his jaws so he can croon,

“I’m gonna get you so full of me, baby. Let’s make some pups.”

The part of you that knows you're in trouble is screaming, No, please stop. While the budding succubus within you is crooning, Give it to me. You resign to it. Close your eyes and brace yourself for the rough entry. But then you hear the growls of the dragons. Comforting, but still terrifying. One of them tackles McCree. He’s still got a grip on your torso, and as he’s being torn away, his claws dig deep. They rip away skin and draw blood, causing you to scream.

The shooting range plummets into utter chaos. With two large pissed off and protective dragons fighting off the intruder. You should take this opportunity to resume fleeing. But this is a scene you can’t tear yourself away from. No matter how much your body hurts or how dizzy you find yourself feeling.

McCree is fighting like hell. Giving the dragons a real problem to deal with, but he still doesn’t stand a chance. The moment he gets one dragon off, the other is back on him. Mercilessly sinking their teeth into his flesh. Thrashing their heads around like rabid dogs. Threatening to tear away the one flesh arm he's got left. And this time he’s going to lose it from the shoulder down.

You hadn’t realized you had been slowly backing away. Eyes still glued to the brutal rough and tumble. Your feet with minds of their own are taking slow and careful steps out of the shooting range. Then you back into a familiar, hot, and muscle rich wall. Hanzo places a hand onto your shoulder. And you can already see that something is different. His hand is bigger. Nails much sharper, almost blending into his fingers. Looking like one entire seamless unit. Long dangerous razors. Shiny and lethal.

When you look back at him you have to look up much more than usual. What you see is a demon much closer to the descriptions the bar patrons had given you the night you agreed to come here. Even though he is frightening, he’s still far from ugly. He’ll never be ugly to you.

With his long angular horns protruding out of his forehead. Those canines you always thought were so honed before are… massive. Looking to be made for tearing and gnawing. All of the angles in his face are even sharper. Veins in his arms bulging and straining against his skin. His hair almost looks like thick black smoke. The Hanzo standing before you looks like a true creature of hell.

And you’re practically starting to swoon from the sight of him. Or maybe it’s just the blood loss.

The dragons are still making a howling mess out of McCree. Hanzo’s attention skirts from the blood running down your face to your arms that are clutched around your sides. Bringing your attention back to your wounds. You pull your arms away. Coated in red. Blood still seeping into the fabric of your robe. The aura around Hanzo vibrates, and you can sense the anger coming from it.

Hanzo’s voice sounds distorted. Not at all like it’s coming from his own mouth,

“Don’t worry, my pet. You will live. Your wounds are easily remedied.”

Then his attention is back on McCree who’s being held to the ground by powerful jaws around his neck. Much in the same fashion that his were around yours. The other dragon has his flesh arm at a painful bend behind his back. He's bleeding heavily from many gashes and bites.

“They have this handled, don't you think?”

“Yeah, they got it.”

Then he points to himself, “So this would seem a little dramatic.”

You shake your head. You couldn’t disagree more. Are you going to get to be that intimidating? God, do you hope so.

“I love it.”

Hanzo seems tickled by that. “What are we to do with this mutt?”

Hanzo leaves your side and makes his way towards the dragons and McCree. McCree has to strain his neck in order to get a look at the demon that is advancing on him. He’s still smug. Even with blood seeping over his teeth and down over onto his jaw. It’s not surprising. He’s overconfident to a fault.

“This your new squeeze, babe?”

You ignore him. And McCree realizes quickly that he is going to have to try and talk directly to Hanzo if wants to live. The imp hadn’t warned him about this. Had only briefly given him warning about the demon. She hadn’t made him out to be a formidable threat. Looking at him now, McCree’s thinking if he gets out of here, he’s going to need to get his hands on that imp. She certainly didn't mention the large feline-like dragons that don’t seem to take any damage whatsoever. These cards were always stacked against him.

“You aware of the type of bitch you got on your hands?”

Hanzo doesn't answer him. Just squats down, places his elbows onto his knees, and cocks his head to the side. Looking at the werewolf likes he’s a detective looking over a murder scene. McCree keeps talking, this time trying to go for an appeal.

“You know. Me and you could make an honest woman outta her. Really give her the discipline she needs.”

Hanzo stands back up, “What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share.”

He comes back to you. Both of his hands cradle your face. Well, more like your entire head. Two sharp thumbs resting on either side of your eyes. Your eyes fall closed and your mouth drops open. His energy already is making your head feel better. Now all you can focus on is getting more. Give me more. Give me all of it. And right now. I need it.

McCree makes one last attempt to get away from the dragons that imprison him. He reverts back to his human form. Slips out of the grasp of the jaws on his neck, yanks his arm away from the other one, and runs. The dragons immediately follow in pursuit.

You expect Hanzo to disappear before your eyes. But he’s not going to. He’s going to let the dragons handle it. If the dog can manage to get away from them, then so be it. He’ll have to earn his right to walk away from the grand mistake he’s made.

You slip out of Hanzo’s grasp. Press yourself against his body. Mouth open wide. Kissing and licking all along his upper stomach. Needy little sounds are coming from you. Hums and moans. His name whimpered over and over again. You find yourself begging,

“Please don’t leave me alone again.”

“Never again, pet.”

You get your arms wrapped around him as much as you can. Hanzo is being patient. Lets you dote of over his body. Not minding that you are finding solace there. He lays a hand against your head, wraps his arm around your waist, and locks you in. You start biting and running your teeth along his skin. He tastes so good, and you can’t get enough of it.

You want him inside of you, just like this. You push away from him, and he lets you go. You lay down on to the ground. Lift your hips and spread your legs. Presenting yourself to him.

“I’m all yours. Take care of me, please.”

Hanzo lets his pants fall to the ground. Drops down to his knees and sits back on his thighs. Grabs you just under your calves. Yanks you into his lap. You lock your legs around him. Lift your hips up and down, grinding your desperate cunt against his cock. The demon watches as you start to hyperventilate. You’re an absolute mess. Hair matted, body caked with blood, and dirt covers your arms. You look ravishing, and it’s making him feel carnal. While at the same time, he can't wait to take his time cleaning you up. He lives to take care of you.

You go still as he positions your hips and slides himself inside of you. Bring you all the way down. A groan of pleasure and relief coming out from between your clenched teeth. He leans forward only slightly, and he’s already looming over you. A baleful, hulking, and stunning monster. He places his hands down on either side of your waist, and you immediately grab onto his wrists. Unable to meet your fingertips together. Hanzo rocks into you, barely pulling out before he pushes back in. His cock pushing past your limit in painfully slow successions. When you look at yourself, you can see your tummy bulge out with each push.

Your robe inches the rest of the way open, the blood stained fabric falling at your sides. The wounds on your ribs already looking like meager scratches, and your head isn't pounding anymore. When Hanzo’s pace doesn't start to pick up the way you want it to, you tug on his wrists and whimper. Hoping he’ll get the hint without you having to risk sounding like you’re demanding something from him. Though right now you’re feeling like you’d like a rough reaction. So you risk it.

“When’d you start being so gentle? Fuck me, Hanzo.”

“I know when I’m being baited, pet.”

Then he starts to go even slower. Drags himself farther out of you. Looks down as he pushes himself back in. Only giving it some gusto at the very last moment. Slamming the last bit of his shaft inside of you. This goes on for what seems like forever. It feels torturous and blissful at the same time. Massaging your warm walls ’til they are quivering and coming around him. Yet still, you are aching for more.

You want it rough and you want it fast so badly a small sob breaks its way out of your chest. You try to distract yourself by running your hands up along his arms. Tracing his veins with your fingers. Focusing on the way they pulsate from your touch. When the last of your wounds heal up, and your skin is back to being flawless and smooth underneath all the blood and grim, Hanzo gives you what you want.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he takes your wrists and slams them down onto the ground. The action makes your arms sting with that pleasant painful pleasure that you love to receive. That Hanzo knows how to give to you so well. His grips becomes tighter the harder he fucks into you. Loud animalistic grunts coming with each thrust.

Your mouth hangs open and your eyes start to roll back into your head. You come again, but this one is silent. Your pleasure caught up inside of your throat. You should always be careful what you wish for. Now that he’s gotten going, he’s not stopping, no matter how many times you come. Or how sensitive you are becoming. He keeps pounding into your cunt ’til you can feel slick dripping down onto his thighs, and you’ve lost track of time.

When he does finally become still, something happens that’s never happened before with him. He knots as his seed continuously fills up your womb. Making your insides feel full and hot. The bulge in your belly becomes even more pronounced, and Hanzo loves the way it looks. The sight gives him different more paternal kinds of desires and needs. Hanzo flips over. Takes you with him and lays back while you straddle his hips. Knot still swelled up inside of you. You make no moves to remove him from you. Just flatten yourself against him and rest your head just below his pecs.

As your mind starts to come down from the adrenaline and the sex high, you start to wonder if McCree made it out alive. Or if after this nap you're about to take your going to wake up to the dragon's carrying him back in, piece by piece.

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atemusluckygal-fanfiction · 7 years

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crossover between yugioh and death note? plz?

Oh boy… I’ve been waiting for something like this! *cracks knuckles*

Whipped this up tonight, sorry it’s short and I didn’t do any editing. I’m still writing Part IV of my ongoing story “Vices” right now, so I don’t want to distract myself too much. Also, I’ve never done a crossover before. I hope this wasn’t horrible XD

“A God You Are Not” - by Atemusluckygal

The tall, slender, sharp-dressedgraduate of To-oh University towered confidently over his adversary—a muchshorter man clothed in some hideous scene-punk leather getup, a wildly colorfuland unkempt hairstyle, and a gaudy pendant dangling over his torso to completethe juvenile picture. The graduate’s irises, burning a bloodthirsty crimson,peered through combed brown bangs to meet the cold stare of the opposite’s pairof regal violet eyes with equal tenacity.

“Do you really think you’rea god, Light?” asked the short man with ridiculous hair. His voice wassurprisingly low for someone of his apparent age and size, perhaps fatherly buthad a judgmental edge to it; his diction was formal and refined, making himsound even more condescending.

Light pondered his nextwords very carefully, spinning the well-oiled gears of his talented mind. Wasit the right time and circumstance to freely admit and acknowledge his secretpersona as Kira? How did this man even know about that? He didn’t know anything about Light, or Kira for thatmatter. Who was he to judge or to lecture? He was a fool—if he really did know who Kira was, he’d be coweringin fear and trying to protect his life at all costs.

After all, a small fragmentof a blank page from the magic notebook waited patiently in the secret latch ofhis rigged wristwatch, ready to serve as a blank easel for his next fatalmasterpiece; it would be too easy. The moron didn’t have the slightest clue howprecariously close he was to a fatal heart attack. Or, perhaps, anunfortunately-timed semi-truck steered by an inattentive driver…

A wide, sinister smile slashedacross his lips. “Of course not.”

Light figured the best wayto conduct himself was to remain soft-spoken and vague to the best of hisability, at least until he had a name to hold for ransom. The less hevolunteered information of himself and his schemes, the better. Although, itmattered little; Light was internally reeling in anticipation of watching thisman exchange his smug grin for an open mouth gasping for air, a still-backedconfident figure crumpling pathetically to the ground, his heart palpitating violentlyuntil his last dying breath. At this point, he didn’t care what this man knew,or even how he knew. He would surely die, and Kira would continue his reignunimpeded.

The spiky-haired teenagerfolded his arms, erecting a pillar of pride that sought to exaggerate his heightand stature. “I know what you are, Light Yagami. Or do you prefer, ‘Kira’?”

Light narrowed his eyes,choosing not to respond. So he didknow.

“You’re a child, Light. Aviolent, immature, greedy child who was given too much power and not enoughguidance. Your twisted sense of ‘justice’ you impose on the world… it’s nothingmore than a self-serving ascension to the highest hilltop, to govern peopleusing fear and threat to cripple them into submission. Does that sound like a‘god of justice’ to you?”

Light scowled outwardlybefore he could contain himself. The arroganceof this man! His blood simmered with hatred growing more intense by the second.The world was rotting from terrible people and their crimes, and he had beenchosen to wield the weapon that would be the end-all solution to the world’stroubles! He, not this imbecileinsulting him so callously!

“You have no idea whatyou’re talking about,” spat Light, “Kira seeks to cleanse the world of crime,to create a new world. A betterworld, where only kind and honest people live! Don’t you understand, you fool?Kira is justice! How dare you tarnish Kira’s dream!” Anger shook his voice andbreath, searing through the polite and composed exterior he normally frontedwith ease.

His opponent simply stoodthere, unmoving without so much as a slightest quirk of his eyebrow, as hepatiently waited for Light to stabilize. For someone who could so easily bewiped from the earth by a few quick pen strokes, he didn’t show any sign offear or regret.

“What a childish way to seethe world,” was the irritatingly calm response. “For someone so intelligent,you are tragically ignorant. You are not creating a new world, Light. What you are creating, however, is an ever-risingdeath toll to serve your horribly misguided concept of right and wrong.” Thoseunblinking purple eyes pierced straight into Light’s. “You are not justice, andyou certainly aren’t any god. You areevil.”

That word… ‘evil’. When usedto describe him, Light hated that word almost as much as he hated the conceptof evil itself. Misguided? On the contrary. Light was the enlightened one, witha clear vision for the world’s future utopia, and anyone who stood in his waywould only meet the same fate as the criminals they defend. His fists clenchedtightly.

“Do you want to die?” spat Light. His rage was becoming harder to control.“Kira is not evil… Kira is getting ridof evil! Kira is justice!”

Light turned to the left,regarding a tall, monster-esque figure only he could see. A Shinigami, a God ofDeath.

“Ryuk, tell me this man’sname!” Light demanded. “I must know! Tell me so I can kill him!” His fiststrembled with fury.

Ryuk remained expressionless,as was his usual nature. He stared back at Light. “I can’t.”

“What? What do you mean you can’t? Is it because you told me you won’tgive me anyone’s name because you’re not my ally?” Light paused to take anexasperated breath. “Listen, there’s a dozen fresh apples in it for you, justgive me his name.” He pointed to the man. “He is an enemy of Kira, an obstructerof justice, and he must die!”

To Light’s surprise, the manspoke first. “So Ryuk is your name. A God of Death, huh? Pleased to meet you,Ryuk. You can call me Yami. As you must know, that is not my real name, but itwill do for now.”

Both Ryuk and Light sharedidentical shocked expressions. “You can see me?!” implored Ryuk.

Yami touched the goldenupside-down pyramid hanging from a silver chain around his neck. It flashed alight so quickly, Light almost thought he imagined it. This was clearly noordinary man.

“You’re not the only onewith a supernatural gift in the human world, Light,” said Yami. “ThisMillennium Puzzle is several thousand years old, forged from ancient Egyptianmagic and sorcery. It is connected with my soul, and it helps me see what otherpeople cannot, amongst other things.”

Yami looked Ryuk in the eye.“No apparition or otherworldly being can hide from me. Nor can the darknessconsuming your heart, Light. Your heart is a glass case, and I can see theblack smoke within it.”

Light sneered. Who was this man? Had he somehow touched aDeath Note? There was no way he had such power otherwise. In any case, he hadto die, and quickly.

“Ryuk! Tell me his name!” Hedrew his left wristwatch a few inches from his chest at the ready. Hisbloodthirst heightened, his stomach sank, at the possibility of meeting anunassailable foe. Hot-boiled blood pumped through his heart and veins.

“I told you, Light,” Ryukresponded coolly, “I can’t.” He peered curiously at Yami, floating a few feetcloser to him. “Normally, my Shinigami Eyes show me the true name and lifespanof any living human, but for Yami… I can’t see anything at all! It’s completelyblank!”

Light’s eyes snapped wideopen in disbelief. “What?”

Yami simply smirked whilebeholding Light’s reaction. He folded his arms again, daring a challenge withhis eyes.

Light couldn’t believe whathe was hearing. He had seen Ryuk’s apple “withdrawal” symptoms firsthand onmultiple occasions. That was a bribe he could always count on. So, if Ryukreally couldn’t see Yami’s real name, or even lifespan…

“What are you?” Lightfinally asked, with a touch of wonder.

“A long-dead, amnesiac spirit in aborrowed body,” Yami answered, holding his smirk in place. “So long as I don’tknow my own name, neither will you. So long as my death date remains a mysteryto me, the death date of this vessel remains a mystery to you. Not even Ryuk, a real god, can end me so easily. Isn’tthat nice?”

Light lowered his wrist. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but you will die,” he promised through gritted teeth. “I will find a way.”

“Then, let this be your Gameof Darkness.” Yami casually slipped his hands in his pockets, and turned on hisheel to leave. He paused, and looked back at Light and Ryuk one last time. “One morething. If you do indeed find a way to kill me while I’m in this body, before I put an end to yourreign of terror… if you’d be so kind as to tell me what my real name is, I’dreally like to know.”

END

Thanks for asking, anon! That was a really fun exercise!

xo ALG

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Josh from teen wolf?? really?? why??

This is one of those things where the only real answer is Why Not, you know? Same as my obsessive love for Scanny, lol - with side characters like Danny and Josh, they’re more blank slates where you fill in most of the gaps canon left us with around the bare bones of what we do know….you kinda just have to pick an angle or direction to start from and then just run with it, see what you end up with. It’s not like this is a concept fandom is unfamiliar with. As lots of other people have pointed out over the years, Stiles has dozens of fics devoted to shipping him with people he’s never actually even shared a scene with in canon.

With Josh, one of the first things that jumped out at me about him was when they were trying to identify him after his first appearance in 5A, nobody else seemed to know who he was, but Scott did, he said ‘I know him, that’s Josh Diaz.’ One of my biggest things over the seasons is I’ve always wanted to see stuff about how Scott interacts with people outside his core group, how he’s seen by other people at school, who else he might have history with, and so that was an immediate in for making headcanons for what kind of history Scott might have with this new kid. Yeah, Scott was a loner before the bite, Stiles was his only real friend, that’s the narrative - except that’s more what we were TOLD rather than what we were SHOWN, and it never quite fit.

He obviously wasn’t in with the cool kids pre-pilot, but Danny was at least familiar with him, that girl Harley was hanging out with him and Stiles in the pilot, and Scott’s friendly and easy to get along with and not actually ever shown as shy. He didn’t have a problem introducing himself to Allison right away, like…he knew something was up with his hearing and he overheard her needing a pen, but its not like he was completely clueless on how to form a connection with someone new, you know? So it just never made sense to me that Scott has no significant interactions or history with anyone else other than Stiles, pre-pilot. And with Josh obviously being a loner himself, like all Theo’s pack were, I could easily see he and Scott having at least been aware of each other before the show in the way that a lot of kids in high school who are on the outskirts of things for whatever reason know who each other are, even if they don’t seek each other out to form their own cliques.

Plus, on top of that I just wanted to see more interaction between Scott and Theo’s pack in general, whether it was with Josh or even followed up on with Corey and Hayden in 6A. Scott is the only character on the show who really gets what they went through, and they’re the only characters who could ever fully understand his own experiences (with the exception of Lydia, but the show missed the boat on those parallels years ago). Every other supernatural creature was either born one - even if they discovered it later in life like Kira, or they sought out the bite. Liam’s the exception there, but even though he didn’t have a choice in the matter, that he was an unwilling werewolf like Scott was, he was only bitten due to Scott’s attempt to save him. Liam’s alpha never actually wanted anything from him, never tried to turn him into a monster, so while his journey has some similarities to Scott’s, they aren’t true parallels.

But Tracy, Josh, Corey and Hayden were each targeted and exploited exactly the same as Peter did with Scott. Their lives were deliberately fucked with by the villains who saw them as nothing more than tools to be used, no matter how much trauma was inflicted in the process. They were each told they had no choice in any of this, that it was do what they were told or die (again). They were all mistrusted and shunned at times by people who insisted they were the good guys, and these innocent teenagers were the bad guys, dangerous, monstrous, much like Scott’s experiences with the hunters in S1 and his struggle to see himself and other werewolves as something other than the monsters people kept telling him they were. (And don’t forget that Josh was ultimately killed after refusing to do what Theo told him to, when he said screw you, I’m not putting on that mask, I don’t want anything to do with this crap, I just want to go. Which is pretty much exactly the answer Scott gave to Peter, Chris, Derek and everyone else who tried to push him in a certain direction in S1).

And that’s common ground that you could do so much with in fic - people have done a lot more with far less. And yeah, it could be with any of the four, but the show set it up so that Corey had Mason to turn to as a possible connection, Hayden had Liam, Tracy had Malia and Lydia. Josh was such a throwaway character (sigh) that the only possible connection they ever bothered to make for him was that Scott at least, knew who he was before all this. So pretty much any exploration of Josh’s character was always going to be through Scott, and there’s plenty to explore through those shared experiences of both knowing what it’s like to be so callously used by people who don’t give a fuck about you or what you want. Hell, they both know what it’s like to be murdered by the same person (Theo). Scott/Josh teaming up out of a mutual hatred of their murderer? Yes plz!

So yeah. Basically I put Josh in the same category I do Boyd, Danny and the other characters I consider chock full of missed opportunities. And its not really a coincidence that my biggest noncanon ships for Scott include all these characters that are more headcanon than actual personalities on the show….that’s because with the way the show constantly screws Scott over and refuses to acknowledge all the times EVERYONE including his closest allies does things at his expense…the characters with the least screentime (like Josh, Boyd, Danny) are pretty much the only ones who don’t have canon scenes with Scott that make me grind my teeth. And thus there’s nothing from canon I have to ignore or make my peace with before being comfortable shipping them with Scott. LOL pretty fucked up that that’s the biggest basis for a lot of my ships, but hey, welcome to TW fandom amirite?

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ruined-by-destiel · 7 years

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First Impressions and Second Chances (part 13)

Summary: He never thought he’d get a second chance with you. Life didn’t work like that and it wasn’t something he’d been counting on. But now, being here with you at his side, he felt like he couldn’t thank the universe enough. He wasn’t going to screw it up this time.

Words: 1,523

Misha x Reader

Warnings: light angst

Notes: lots of Jared in this part, this is less plot but more building up for the next part. a lot is about to happen...

The next couple of hours were spent mostly wandering around the convention center, not really having anything better to do. You decided last minute to do a photo op with Mark, then another with Briana. Walking around aimlessly again, you found yourself getting lost when you rounded a corner and ended up outside the green room once more.

Cracking the door slightly open, you made sure no one was there before you snuck inside, shutting the door behind you.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure if you could be in here without one of the guys, but you were too tired to really care.

You sat down on the couch and curled up in a ball, laying your head on the armrest and mumbling to yourself.

“Just a quick nap…”

You woke up to the sound of voices in the hall, passing by but not entering the room. After stretching out on the couch, you glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing you’d been asleep for almost two hours.

Heavy footsteps caught your attention, getting louder until they stopped right outside the door.

Shit. You quickly sat up, rubbing your eyes and running a hand through your hair. The door opened and Jared walked in, to which you breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s just you.”

He smirked. “Hey Y/N. What are you doing back here?”

You smiled, embarrassed for getting caught. “I needed some quiet. And may have fallen asleep.”

Jared chuckled, walking in the room to sit on the couch next to you. “Don’t worry about it. I do it all the time.” He stretched his long legs out on the table in front of him. “So, you have a good weekend?”

“The best.” You smiled to yourself, thinking about all that had happened over the past few days. “Everything I could have asked for.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah.” He sighed and sat up straight, folding his arms. “What are your plans for after the convention?”

You shrugged. “Going back to work, I guess. Today’s really the only day I’ve had time off, but other than that I work a lot. Not that I’m complaining-”

“No, I mean,” Jared cut you off, shaking his head, “What are your plans? With Misha?”

Oh.

Your stomach twisted and you felt the familiar pang in your chest. “We haven’t really talked about that yet.”

Jared nodded again, pursing his lips slightly. He sighed. “It’s none of my business, I know that. Just,” he shook his head again, “Don’t let distance get between you guys again. It’ll kill him.”

You let out a long breath and cradled your head in your hands. “You make it seem like I have a choice.”

“Don’t you?”

You eyed Jared from behind your hands before hiding again. “I don’t-” you huffed in annoyance, “I don’t know.”

The couch shifted as Jared scooted closer to you. “We were in New York a couple of years ago for a weekend over hiatus. Me, Jensen, Misha and our families.”

You lifted your head, frowning slightly. “Ok?”

“Mish and I went out our last night to grab dinner for everyone. I remember because it was pouring outside and we barely made it to the car with the food without getting drenched.”

“Jared, what are-”

“We saw you that night. Across the street.”

You turned your head, finally looking at Jared. He stared ahead, absentmindedly rubbing his chin as he became lost in thought.

“I don’t know how he recognized you so fast but Misha just froze, standing outside in the rain, getting soaked. Watching as you ran to your car and drove off.” He looked over at you, meeting your gaze. “After he got in the car I tried asking him who you were, but he wouldn’t say anything. It wasn’t till a few weeks later that we got to talking and he told me about you guys.”

You sniffed and averted your gaze, running a hand over your eyes.

“It’s always been you, Y/N. All the years I’ve known him, and I’ve never seen him happier than with you this weekend.”

“I know, I feel the same way.” You sighed. “It’s just so hard.”

Jared pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. “I know.”

You stayed like that for a while, enjoying the comfort that Jared provided, before he finally pulled back. “I should get back, someone’s going to come looking for me any second now.”

Right then, the door opened and Misha walked in. “Hey Jarpad, we’re ready.” He paused when he saw you, raising a questioning eyebrow. “Hey, everything ok?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I just needed a break from all the excitement.” You stood up as Misha walked over and gave him a hug. “How are you?”

“Awesome.” He kissed your forehead before turning towards Jared again. “Ready?”

Jared nodded and you frowned. “Ready for what?”

“Closing ceremonies.” Jared walked towards the door, giving you another hug on his way out. “See you around, Y/N. And just think about what I said.” He winked at you, earning a small laugh.

“Bye.” You waved as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Misha pulled you towards him again and held you in a tight hug. “What was that about?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You buried your face in his chest and breathed deeply, forcing a smile as you pulled back. “I’ll see you on stage?”

Misha smiled. “I’ll be watching for you.”

After a quick kiss, you left for the panel room the closing ceremonies were being held in, while Misha headed backstage. You took a seat in the large auditorium and waited for things to get started.

As soon as things had ended, you were heading towards the back entrance you and Misha had come in through that morning. He’d texted you moments earlier saying he’d meet you there as soon as he could get out. So here you were, waiting by the door, anxious to get back home and spend some alone time with Misha.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You didn’t know how long Misha was going to be able to stay, since he needed to head back to Vancouver for filming. He was leaving, and you were staying. That’s what was happening, and you couldn’t put it off any longer.

No matter how much you hated it, you needed to have this conversation, and it had to be tonight.

On that note, Misha came bouncing down the hallway, a smile on his face as he approached you.

“Hey beautiful,” he greeted you with a kiss.

You kissed him back. “Hey dork. Ready to go?”

“Yep.” He kissed you again before grabbing your hand and opening the door, leading you outside.

Your chest hurt a little at the thought of having to wipe that smile off his face in just a few minutes.

The two of you drove in a comfortable silence, hands still linked together. You leaned your head against his shoulder, rehearsing what you were going to say in your mind. But no matter how you put it or how many different ways you said it, it was still going to hurt like hell- for both of you.

It wasn’t until you pulled into the driveway that you realized you were at his old house instead of your apartment. You looked up at him as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“I’m just gonna grab my stuff and throw it in the car, then we’ll head back over to your place if that’s ok.”

“No, it’s,” you shook your head, “I’m all the way on the other side of town. I don’t mind spending the night here.”

Misha watched you closely. “You sure?”

“Yeah, really. It’s not a big deal.” You offered him a reassuring smile before getting out of the car, taking a moment to look next door at your childhood home before walking inside with Misha.

He unlocked the door and you walked in, following him upstairs. You smiled when you saw which room he was heading towards.

Walking in the room, a rush of memories flooded your mind. You’d been in this room countless times before, and it looked exactly like you remembered. You picked up a science fair trophy that rested on a shelf above the bookcase.

“Your parents never turned it into another guest room?”

Misha chuckled. “I don’t know, I guess they never really got around to it.” He fiddled with the turntable of the record player in the corner.

You smiled and returned the trophy to its place, walking over to Misha and wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“It feels like home.”

Misha turned around in your grasp and smiled, leaning down to meet your lips in a gentle kiss. Your mouth moved against his in perfect unison, keeping the kiss light and sweet while you gripped him tighter.

You broke the kiss when his hand reached up to cup your face, your foreheads resting against each other. You sighed, looking up into his mesmerizingly blue eyes, and smiled sadly.

“We need to talk.”

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