#okay this is supposed to be in sammy's house

[iffasart]

@campbenji JWCTcountdown: release day / free day

HAPPY CHAOS THEORY DAY!!!!

I'M SO EXCITEDDD :D

Edit: added some close-ups under the cut

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

[bloodydeanwinchester]

fuckkk okay so this is the first time in a while that i've watched all of the episodes leading up to faith before watching it and man the series of events leading up to him finding out that he's dying is just so brutal.

like first he has to work a case involving the house where he saw his mother burning on the ceiling AND it turns out to involve her ghost no less. and he calls his dad for help and he's crying because he just really needs him. but his dad can't even be bothered to call him back.

and then, once that case is over and he and sammy are fighting about their dad and their dad is sending them a case via a text with nothing but coordinates in it and he and sammy are still fighting about it and about how dean always follows his fathers orders without questioning them (but what sammy doesn't know is that dean DOES know what happens when he questions his orders and even at 26 he's still avoiding that at all costs) and then they're in the asylum and sammy is saying awful things to him that he knows are at least partly true and he's pointing a gun he thinks is loaded right at dean's face and pulling the trigger. and when it's over sammy is trying to apologize and blame it on the ghost but dean knows that's not the full truth, that sammy does believe the things he said to him

then FINALLY their dad calls them and it's the first absolute confirmation they've had in six months that he's alive but he just calling to tell them to stop looking for him and to give them a case and dean's following his orders and sammy's pissed again and he's taking it out on dean and they're fighting and then sammy's leaving and it's just like stanford all over again except this time their dad isn't even there so really it's just dean that he's leaving isn't it?? and sure sammy ends up coming back and saving him in the end but dean knows deep down that he'll never be able to please both sammy and their dad and he doesn't know what to do about that

and at some point during these events, dean turns 27 and then they're on another routine hunt but it doesn't quite go the way it's supposed to and this intense pain just lights dean up and then he's floating away and the next time he wakes up he's hearing that his heart is ruined (but it's always felt a little bit ruined to him anyway) and he's going to die very soon but he's always expected to die young so he's just accepting it and he knows he'll never see his dad again and he'll never truly know what it's like to be loved by someone who really knows him and of course, he thinks sammy is just gonna leave him there to die alone

like how could anyone watch this series of events and then see dean in his little hoodie just wanting to die in peace and not love him more than anything else in the world???????

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry asks #4

Previous one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mentions of ed, otherwise the normal Dr Kry stuff

I wonder how Dr Kry would feel if his darling developed romantic for him but was waiting to leave the hospital to officially ask him out. They'll say stuff like "I can't wait to leave this hospital bed so we can finally have a proper date together !",  "I would love to go see [movie name] in the theaters with you!" Or "I'd love to be with you but once I get better I promise! You deserve more than the semi-vegetable that I currently am." I guess he'd be a little conflicted, would he let his darling free from the hospital so they can have a somewhat normal romantic relationship or would he keep them here ?

He'd let his darling get well because he doesn't want anything else than the traditional house hold and only keeps them ill because they're not complient. But if they actually do like him and see a future together, then he can begin to live out his dream.

How would dr Kry react to a coworker reader who figures out he’s been telling people they’re dating and tries to leave him?

He'd be flustered. You weren't supposed to figure it out, you weren't supposed to know! He'd try to justify his actions while making you feel bad for leaving him.

"But Y/N, please, I'm doing it for you. If people think that we're together they'll not bother you. I've seen how people eye you in the corridor. It's disgusting. I'm just trying to help, so please don't leave. It hurts my feelings. I'm just trying to help ..."

He might say that you're pretending now, but he'll fake it til he makes it.

At this point I’ll let Dr kry talk for me,like yes please finish of my setences Cuase sometimes words are hard and it’s hard to speak so that sounds amazing

Careful, he will do it. As long as you're around other people, he'll finish your sentences, but he'd like for you to talk to him when you're alone. He loves to hear your voice so much.

I remember when you said that Dr Kry would worsen the toxic air purifier if we ignore him till it hurts too much, me personally I'm petty as hell, he'd have to see me DIE before I speak to him because thats what he gets, I'm petty to the death ✊

I- .... i don't know what to say.

My headcanon voice for Dr. Kry is Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Omg, you are so big brain. I would say his voice is a tad bit lighter in my head, but other that that, damn.

Does dr. Kry bathe reader or he only does if the reader is very sick?

He does it all the time. Since the reader is too weak and dizzy and everything from the poison 24/7, he doesn't trust them. They could hurt themselves in there. Besides, he likes being able to take care of the reader in every aspect. This is the closest he'll come to their nudity without it being uncomfortable for him.

Would Dr. Kry let the reader customize their hospital room if they asked nicely?

Of course! If he knows that they're okay with being there (and even fix the room to their liking) then it'll just make him happy!

do you think kry would treat darling differently if she has an ED and won’t eat much?i have an ED and just wanted to see how my favorite boy might take it :’) feel free to ignore lol

He will. Every action will be calculated and well thought out to make you calmer and more open to try to eat. He won't force you, but he'll encourage you. He's studied this, he knows how dangerous something like this can be. And that's why he wants to help you as much as possible.

Me whose been sick for 3 weeks with an awful cough and body pains. "Please dr kry come kidnap me..just wanna sleep and not work"Have been working weekends with my sick body because the boss doesn't give sick leave for flu

Careful, he will do it.

I love dr kry but he drinks coffee all the time so his breath probably STANKS. Hes a 10 but he has constant coffee breath.

Well DUH HE IS A COFFEIN ADDICT. don't bully him :(

[memyselfandmya]

JWCT PROMPT COUNTDOWN

Jwct countdown May 16-17 -> post-nublar shenanigans:

So, I had so many ideas for this prompt, and ended up only doing two. I will be writing more of them and maybe I'll put some of them on tumblr but a lot of them are going to go towards my fanfictions. I'm not used to this multiple point of view thing with limited action and so many characters so the 1st part is a little wonky. I really love the 2nd one; it's shorter than I'd like it to be but I'll probably end up lengthening it later on. Enjoy!

I

“I mostly play with the dinosaur mods,” Darius says. “Can we add—”

The loud chorus of “No!”s is unmistakably noticeable especially with his headphones on. He has to lift them from his ears for a moment while the group settles down.

“No offense, D, but I’ve had enough dinosaurs for a lifetime,” Kenji tells him. “I’m gonna make the server.” 

Brooklynn groans. “Don’t name it anything stupid, Kenji.” 

“I don’t even know why you bother,” Yaz says, propping her bandaged ankle up on her desk chair leg rest.  

“Too late,” comes Kenji’s response. “I just sent you guys the server invite.”

Groans are heard all throughout headphones when they see the server named “trauma-craft.”

“Really, Kenji?” Sammy questions. “That’s not even remotely funny.”

“Yeah, yeah, just join the server.”

“Hey, guys,” Ben says. “How do I join the server?”

Brooklynn sighs. “Oh my God, Ben really?”  

“I’ve never played!”

Darius and Brooklynn give Ben the run-down while the others join the server. 

“What I’m most surprised about is that Yaz, of all people, has already played minecraft,” Kenji teases. He’s loaded into the world but so far it’s just him.

“Shut the hell up, Kenji,” is what Yaz tells him. She’s next to load in and the first thing she does is punch Kenji.

Sammy giggles. “You have to admit, Yaz, you’re not the type of person you'd think plays minecraft.” Her character spawns right next to Yaz.

Yasmina scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Darling. Don’t worry about it.”

“All right, I think I got the hang of it,” Ben says. He, Brooklynn, and Darius finally join the game. 

“The gang’s all here,” Kenji says triumphantly. He makes his avatar run around in circles as he sips from a (non-carob) juice box. 

“Well, I think it’s obvious what we do next,” says Sammy. They all respond at once. 

“Go mining,” Yaz says. 

“Build a house,” comes Darius’ response.

“Make weapons?” Is Ben’s suggestion. 

“Explore the map, obvi,” Brooklynn says.

There’s a moment of silence. Then comes Kenji’s voice. “Guys, guys. I think it’s obvious what we do first: punch a tree.”

“What I was going to say was we should go looking for a cute biome to live in,” Sammy answers. 

II

Hey guys, Ben texts the group chat one day when he’s visiting Yaz in South Carolina. Yaz and I are going to get our ears pierced together.

It was a completely random decision that they made. Ben’s mom just so happened to have some work in South Carolina to take care of so Ben tagged along to pay one of his closest friends a visit. They had been hanging out at Yasmina’s house all day, just chilling and playing games, when Ben says, “We should get our ears pierced.”

Yasmina looks up from the deck of cards she’s holding. “I already have my ears pierced, Dummy.”

“Okay, well yeah, but I’ve been thinking of getting mine done.”

“Sick,” Yaz says. “Do you think your mom’ll go for it?” 

“I mean, yeah probably.” He flops down on Yaz’s bed and stares at the ceiling. “My mom has been crazy nice to me lately. I think she feels guilty about sending me to Nublar.”

“Sending your kids to their presumed death will do that to you,” Yaz hums. “But yeah, my mom feels guilty about it too but it’s not their fault. We should be blaming Wu and the maniacs who made that place.”

“Oh, believe me. If I ever see Wu’s face again, I’m jumping his ass.”

Yaz smiles. “Perfect, we can tag-team him together.” The two fist bump and Yaz sets down her set of cards. “Now that you mention it… I wouldn’t mind getting a second piercing and Mom would totally let me. Do you think Sammy would like it?”

Ben laughs at the question. “I think Sammy would like anything you do. You could shave all of your hair off and she’d still love you. Have you guys said it yet, anyways? The “L” word? And no, I don’t mean lesbian.”

Yaz clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Yep, we have.”

“Yaz!” Ben exclaims, gripping Yasmina by the shoulders and shaking her while she fights the smile growing on her face. 

She ducks her head down to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Anyways, let’s go ask our moms about getting our ears pierced.”

And that’s how Yaz and Ben end up at a tattoo parlor (don’t go to Claire’s, kids) sitting next to each other as they wait to get their ears pierced. 

WHAT!? OMG SEND PICS WHEN YOUR DONE, comes Brooklynn’s reply. 

When Ben sets his phone down he begins tapping his finger against the seat’s armrest. “Is it bad I’m getting kind of scared,” he asks, watching the man prepare the needle.

Yasmina rolls her eyes and laughs. “Man up, Pincus. What happened to the Ben who defeated Toro?”

At that Ben’s face reddens. When he said it back on the island a kajillion times, it was like a badge of honor, but back home on the mainland, whenever he told anyone they looked at him like they would a person who just lost an arm in a war: with pity.  “Yea, yea. You’re right,” he says. 

Their parents are waiting up front so it’s just the two of them until the piercers come up to them, needles primed. “Are you guys ready?”

Ben looks at Yaz for a split second and then nods to them. “Hold my hand,” he says, stretching his arm out towards Yasmina. She groans but holds it anyway. 

Ben takes it like a champ. He hardly even notices when the needle pierces through his skin and the earring he chose is placed in the new hole. The second ear goes just as smoothly.

Yasmina isn’t as lucky. 

She’s gotten her ears pierced before, back when she was younger, so she’s relaxed up until the point the piercer disappears behind her head. She’s right by Yaz’s ear and on the very edge of her sight to the point where Yaz can’t even see her, but her presence is certainly there. 

Deep down, she knows that she’s not on Nublar and the woman right next to her isn’t a dinosaur coming to sink its teeth into her neck but her mind is a sick little thing that loves to seize her with fear. Yasmina closes her eyes but the image of Nublar won’t disappear and she’s certain that Blue is approaching her, hunting her. She has to run—but she can’t.

Ben’s calm until he notices Yasmina’s hand tighten around his and he glances at her to find her eyes shut tight and her knuckles turning white from gripping the armrest. The woman finishes with her just as quickly as Ben had but even when she walks away, Yaz is still hunched over and what hair that’s not in her ponytail shades her face. 

“Yaz,” he says, hesitantly. “You good?”

“Mhm,” she responds, but Ben can tell that she’s not really there. He doesn’t know why he bothered asking when the answer was so plain to see, however he does know that he has to help her in some way. He knows Yaz isn’t one for touch but when he tries to pull away, her grip tightens around his wrist. “It’s over, Yaz,” he says. “You’re okay, I’m here.”

It takes a moment but eventually Yaz’s grip loosens and she sits up a little straighter. She’s still staring at the floor, though, and avoiding his gaze. 

 “Do you want some water?” Ben asks, before digging through his fanny pack which he still makes a habit of wearing. He takes out a mini water bottle and hands it to Yasmina who accepts it gratefully and downs it all in one gulp. “Thanks,” she whispers once she’s done. 

“Of course,” Ben tells her. 

[ghoastixx]

A very normal Thanksgiving

GN!Winchester Reader x Castiel

Synopsis: Sam, Dean, and you were working a case. Sam had come to the conclusion that it was another case of Gabriel. They thought they were closing in on him until you woke up in Kansas.

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It was nine o'clock in the morning when you woke up to your phone ringing. Groggily, you reach for your phone and answer it.

"mmm- hello?"

"Y/N? You awake?"

"Dean.. yeah?" you sat up, looking around the motel room. It was empty, like the boys just up and left. "Where are you? Did you and Sammy leave?"

"What are you talking about? I was supposed to call and see if you were coming to dinner tonight."

"Dinner- Dean what're you talking about?" There was a bit of chuckling over the phone. You could hear Dean talking to someone in the back.

"They're still asleep- Okay kiddo, wake up a bit and call me later. Mom needs to know if you're coming." Dean hung up the phone.

"Dean- Dean what do you mean-" You groaned and got up, looking for any sign of your boys. Nothing. With a groan you packed your bag and got ready for the day. When you left the room, you would notice that the car was gone and this definitely was not the motel you had been staying at just nights prior. Anxiety swarmed you as you decided to go get answers.

You walked into the main office, where the front desk was and rang the bell. An elderly man came out. You handed the room key to him and he smiled, before he turned away you stopped him.

"Wait-please," The old man turned around, "could you- can you tell me where I am, sir?" The old man tilted his head, smiling a bit, like he was confused himself.

"Party last night? I remember when I was young, asking people for directions the next morning." You decided to save face,

"Ah-yeah. A bit hung over.." He nodded,

"Lawrence, Kansas." You heart stopped.

"And the day?"

"November 28th."

"Alright sir- one more thing, where's the nearest car rental? My brother seemed to have...taken the car." The old man gave you directions and warned you on the dangers of drinking and driving.

All you could afford was a little beat up old truck. You were trying hard not to think. First of all, its supposed to be June, why is it suddenly November?? Secondly, where are your brothers. Third off, why are you in Kansas?? You're almost certain that you fell asleep in Michigan. Fourth and foremost, why was Dean talking about mom? What kind of twisted joke was this supposed to be. You weren't laughing. They would never hear the end about how they dumped you in another state and left. You were fuming.

You drove around a bit, trying to stay level-headed before you recognized the road you were on. The road that lead to your "childhood home." You turned to look and about slammed on the breaks. The Impala. In the driveway. It was Dean's car. You quickly swerved and pulled into the drive. You got out of the rust bucket you were in and went up to the door. Praying that you weren't being irrational you knocked onto the door and waited a little bit. The door opened and you froze.

Your mom stood there, her blonde hair curled and in a floral dress. She smiled a smile you've only ever seen in pictures.

"Honey, we weren't sure that you were coming,"

"mom-?" you trembled, she just frowned and ushered you inside, placing her hand on your forehead

"honey do you feel okay? Why don't you go sit down, your father's in the other room. Dean's gone to grab me some sugar and Sammy is on his way."

"Dad's here...?" Mary looked at you, smiling in a confused manner,

"Of course he is, why wouldn't he be? Honey, are you sure you feel okay?"

"Yeah mom- I'm fine.. just a bit tired still." She nodded and went back into the kitchen, the whole home smelled like food. It made you want to salivate. You walked through the house slowly, looking at things here and there, trying to find dad. You glanced at the wall and saw a picture hanging there of you, Sam, and Dean. Dean looked to be sixteen, Sam was twelve, and you were ten. At this stage in life you and the boys should've been on the road, hunting with your dad... Instead you were all wearing standard deer hunting clothes.

"Kiddo, that you?" A voice came from the room next door, so you walked in. Your dad sat in a recliner, a book in his hand and glasses on the brink of his nose. Reading glasses? John never needed those. He looked...healthy. His hair was less grey than it had been when he died in the hospital. His eyes seemed life-like. He smiled at you with nothing but fondness in his eyes.

"Y/N! Your mother and I didn't know that you were coming.. sit down kiddo."

"Dad- uh..yeah- Dean..called me," He tilted his head a bit,

"What's wrong kid, you look like you've seen a ghost."

Yeah, I feel like it." You muttered as you sat down. John just chuckled when the sound of boots broke your thought. Dean,

"Y/N, you never called me back. Was starting' to think something was wrong." Dean smiled, he looked healthy too. No scars or bruises,

"I saw your car our front, when I pulled in..?" Dean nodded,

"yeah, Sam got here right before I left so he offered to drive me. You okay booger, you don't look so hot?" John nodded.

Before you could answer, Mary came in.

"Come on, dinner's ready. Sammy's already sitting down." John and Dean both followed her, laughing and smiling. You followed them, hoping that maybe Sam would know what was going on. When you got to the dining room, there was a beautiful mantle set out and it smelled heavenly. Mary was sitting at one end of the table, John at the other end. Dean and Sam sat next to each other and two chairs open on the other side. You sat down in the one across from Dean.

Sam smiled when you sat down. He looked...about the same as when you and Dean plucked him from college that night. Everyone started serving themselves so you just..joined in, not remembering the last time you ate. Everyone bowed their heads to say grace.. you awkwardly just bowed you head in response. Nothing was right, and this was awful. As soon as you all lifted your head, the front door swung open, as if on cue. Everyone started to eat as you just looked around the table, trying to figure out who was missing. Mary smiled at you,

"Dear, I think your boyfriend's here,"

"My boyfriend-" Dean snickered as someone entered the room. There stood Castiel Novak. Angle of the lord.

"Cas, you're back-" You sat up straight, only to get a confused look from him, he came over and took his jacket off, putting it on the back of the chair next to you before sitting down,

"Hello to you, honey," He smiled before he leaned over and pressed a small kiss to your cheek. Your cheeks got undeniably red as Cas reached over to shake hands with John and Mary.

"Hi, I'm Castiel,"

"It's very nice to meet you,"

"a pleasure,"

It was quiet before John broke the silence, "So, Sammy, how's school?"

So Sam was still in school.

"good, good. I think I'm ready to propose to Jessica."

"really?"

"Sammy, that's great!"

Mary turned her attention to Dean,

"Dean how's work?"

"Pretty good, pretty good. Can't get much better."

You interject, "Dean, where do you work again? My memory's... a bit clogged up."

Dean smiled a bit, why was everyone smiling so much?? "Down at the shop, with Bobby."

"Bobby- I thought he wasn't from...never mind, thanks."

John looked at you, "Y/N, so what is it that you do for work? You're always all over, I imagine it would be hard to hold down a job."

"Oh...I'm uh- a hunter?"

"A hunter? Like.. deer? Bear? Python?"

"Uh.. something like that-"

"Mom, the foods great." Sam spoke with a smile, Cas hummed contently.. This all seemed to normal.. like uncanny normal. It made your skin crawl, you stood up, "this isn't real. None of this is real."

"Slow your roll kiddo, what do you mean?" Dean asked, Cas turned to look at you reaching for your hand.

"Stop-stop- where are you Gabriel, I know this is you."

"Aw- come on. Isn't this the family reunion you always wanted? The angle you always wanted?"

"Gabriel this isn't real!"

"I just wanted some good old fashion sitcom-"

"Send me home!"

It was nine o'clock in the morning when you woke up to your phone ringing. Groggily you reached for it.

"mmm- hello?"

"y/n, where are you? Sam and I told you to meet us for breakfast so we could discuss our lead."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Yeah.. I got a lead.."

-Ghoastix

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 1

Smallville was supposed to be a temporary gig.

There was word about some weird occurrences, so Sam and Dean were quick to forge some documents and drop you off at the school. When it was discovered that the most recent attack was a boy who’d been affected by the meteor rocks, well it started to make a little sense. Especially when you realized he’d gained some aquatic powers and was now drowning his bullies. You thought it was a lot easier to take him down. Fortunately you weren’t the only one.

One Clark Kent had run to the rescue. 

After you’d seen him get thrown into the air with a wave the size of a small planet, well you thought you were done for. But like magic he appeared back at your side and blasted the expanse of water with what appeared to be heat vision. The entire mini tsunami had evaporated and your attacker John Felleck slipped out in a sizzling mess.

Reporting to the sheriff came next.

There were a lot of unanswered questions.

Like how was Clark able to do that and where the hell were your brothers!!

“Sorry kid, we got distracted. We were chasing the meteor rock lead. Turns out a lot of other crazy stuff has been happening around this place.”

Dean was grinning like an idiot as the cops pulled away with John. Sam was standing at the side and Clark seemed quite awkward and unnerved.

Now that it was just the four of you, there were a lot of questions.

“I guess it all turned out okay then.” Clark gave an awkward laugh and you just squinted.

“Are we really going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

He scratched his head and both of your brothers were waiting for an explanation.

“So…what’s with the lumberjack?” Sam asks.

Clark realized at that point that he couldn’t just brush it all off. So you all gathered in the rented house, as he explained everything.

Every single crazy detail.

“An alien!”

You were intrigued, surprised, a bit in disbelief.

Clark nodded.

“The rocks are from my planet. It’s how they got their powers.”

Your brain seemed to be downloading all the information. Sam smiled when he saw that look in your eye.

“You’re doing it again.” He commented. You just blushed, turning your head and Dean laughed.

“Since it all worked out, I think you better stick around for a while. Sammy and I are heading back to the bunker. There haven't been any world ending events, so we can all use the break.”

“Okay.”

Your immediate agreement made them raise a brow.

“Really, you’re not going to put up a fight?”

“Are you kidding me, do you know how much research I can cover here. He just told us aliens exist. I’m heading to the library to track everything.”

“Of course you are.” Dean mumbled as he stood. He gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“If you find anything crazy make sure to call us.”

“Yep, if I stumble on anything I’ll call Cas, or Gabriel.”

They both groaned at the mention of the archangel.

“Hey, just because you both don’t like him doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

“He turned Sammy into a car!!”

Dean had obviously still been holding a grudge. Sam rose with Dean, sending you a smile.

“Be careful.”

“You know I will.”

Dean’s eyes shifted in Clark’s direction.

“Look out for my sister, otherwise..”

Dean made a beheading gesture and you shoved him. He just shrugged.

“What, I was just kidding. Maybe.”

Rolling your eyes, you bid them goodbye.

The entire week had been quite hectic, but you knew you had your work cut out for you. When Dean’s car pulled out of the driveway, Clark walked a bit cautiously to your side. He kept looking at you, like he had something to say. Finally you turned to him.

“What’s wrong?”

He seemed a bit hesitant to speak, but he finally worked up the nerve.

“No one knows, aside from my parents. I..”

He couldn’t finish the statement and you just nodded.

“I get it, it’s a secret. No one is going to hear from me. Promise.” You made a crossing sign and for the first time since the discovery, he actually smiled.

“Thanks.”

You grin.

“Sure, no problem. So uh, you think you can super speed me to the library, I wanna get a head start on my reading.”

This time he actually started laughing and you couldn’t help but do the same. 

[istherewifiinhell]

okay. heres what were all here for. tell me why the fuck im supposed to suck the dick of these uk comics

[ID: A man holding up an aged looking paper, with a medieval style drawing of a giant metal fire breathing man. He leans forward serious asking his son "... Did it look like this?" END]

marveltf story line, MAN OF IRON, 9-12 in the UK, or.... 33-34 in the us. alright lol do whatever i guess. first published in 1985

new vibe same procedure: Script: Steve Parkouse art: John Ridgeway (9-10) Mike Collins (11-12) Colours: Joise Fermin (9-10) Gina Hart (11-12) Nel Yomtov (US)* Letters: Richard Starkings Editor: Sheila Cranna and these caps are from the UK classics idw book so: Original Series Edits by Shelia Cranna and Ian Rimmer, editorial notes and assistance by James Roberts, Collection Edits by Justin Eisinger and Alonzo Simon, Collection Design by Shawn Lee (<- hey i know his work from turtles!)

*so the uk comics were part in colour and part B&W, to save costs... including the american reissues? printing costs i guess. but when reprinted in collected books, they would get the full colour treatment. whats not clear to me is WHO did those colours, its not listed anywhere i can find. ill simply have to assume its the same artists... and hope im not discrediting anyone....

AND ALSO the last page in this reprint apparently uses the US comic page, and i have a cap of that last page, so. Yomtov's in here too..... tf franchise the way u treat ur sacred texts breaks my turtles fan heart.

and lastly! the keen eyed may notice, we are back to toy accurate art, the character model designs haven't and wont make their way over until much later, I'm told.

well with all that perfectly convoluted business out of the way, lets explore what tfs is like across the pond.

[ID: The same man, Roy, driving as he thinks to himself "What kind of bozo would want to bomb the castle? The Saxon Liberation Front? The mind boggles…" END]

[spluttering laugh] so the humours a little different!

[ID: The boy, Sammy, climbing a tree, hand outstretched reaching for the arrow he lost. Standing, with his in the canopy is Jazz. Sammy yells in fear. END]

OKAY. so the vibes are little different

[ID: Caption Box: And the apparition was fearful, being a Man of Iron of great height and girth, seeming unheedful of quarrel, spear or sword…" The robot from the illustration, clearly transformer, but blockier, more retro scifi, standing in the middle of a medieval battle, men with chain-mail and swords looking at him with trepidation. Caption Box: The Man of Iron forded the stream at Eldric's Cross, making great strides for the abbey… and some brave souls followed, though none dared come too close…" Two of the fighters shown following him, a body shot with an arrow lays at the other side of the river. END]

damn okay. so the vibes are ALOT DIFFERENT

(no 10) sammy dreams

[ID: Sammy stands on a house rooftop, in his PJ's, looking down at the cobble street, where a seeker in alt mode rests. END]

[ID: Dark and moody art, a barely seen figure towers in the shadows over the residential houses. From a higher angle, its shown to be Mirage, he stands taking up the entire street, backlit and casting shadows. END]

WHAT THE FUCK. that is terrifying

(something about beautiful black inked art + toy model makes them so CREATURE)

[ID: Roy speaks to a man in army uniform. Roy: How large? Soldier: Well… ahh…at a rough estimate? About the size of an ocean-going liner. Roy: Whaat? Roy with a hand to his head in dismay: Well, for god's sake what is it? Solider: We don't know. I've called in extra men and we're going to excavate… END]

somethings! buried under the castle... gee well one wonders what it might be

[ID: Close on Jazz's alt mode dashboard, its filled with lights and screen of alien language. Hes saying: But I'm not a stranger, Sammy. Deep down, you know… don't you? You've been wanting an adventure all your life… Besides. I have something to tell you. Sammy looking doubtful. Jazz continues: Something really important. Sammy has a hand on Jazz's open door: Why not just sit for a while in the front seat? Just pretend you're driving… END]

JAZZ THATS KIDNAPPING BUD....

really get a kick outta this note in the printed version

[ID: REMEMBER: NEVER ACCEPT LIFTS FROM STRANGERS! TO BE CONTINUED! END]

(no 11)

[ID: Jazz speaks to Sammy on the road, a blue and white F1 car pulling up. "My name is unpronounceable in your language… so just call me Jazz! And that's Mirage right behind us!" Jazz takes a exit to a low road, a black camper truck driving alongside. "This is where we rendezvous with Trailbreaker. All set Sammy?" All three driving along, Sammy responds "Sure thing Jazz!" END]

[guitar riff] THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN. im so glad all my good friends are here.

[ID: An fiery explosion engulfing Trailbreaker with a "Whaamf!". Wheels coming off, glass shattering, the truck top blowing to bits. Trailbreaker veering off road, a trail of fire and parts behind him calls out "Jazz! I'm hit... I'm hit BAD! END]

TRAILBREAKER NOOOO. who could have seen this coming...

[ID: Jazz narrowing swerving a missile. Exploding behind him, and speedlines trail him, and a wreath in flame around him. The colours are almost delicate, and a reflective glow in his paint. END]

wha. this just looks so cool.... what the hell....

[ID: Bluesteak, smiling speaking to comms "Autobot Bluestreak to patrol leader +++ Just brushed something off your tail, Jazz+++ try to be more careful in future, hmmm? Bluestreak out+" END]

being a cunt in the work slack. king

[ID: Jazz in profile, lit under the starry night sky, soft line-less colours defining the planes of his head in blue greys, and pitch black. To Sammy he says "Not really. It's a shuttlecraft… now stand back…" To comms "Autobot Jazz To Autobot leader+++ Approaching shuttle with Surveillance Subject+++ Request permission to board+++" END]

Wuh. Huh. Jazz u look so fucking cool right now?? And handsome.....

okay whats going on back at the castle (no 12)

[ID: The army soldier half sitting on a desk, holding a phone to his ear, the rotary cradle held resting on his leg. He's saying "IT's not just a question of scale, sir. We simply cannot identify it. END]

whys he kinda... apparently this style of uniform is called temperate barrack dress?? that answers none of my questions im just kinda... whyd u draw him like that tho...

[ID: A seeker, drawn in blues, walking between the ruins of the castle. Off panel someone says "It just seemed to appear from nowhere!" END]

bigfooting it up... AT A CASTLE. oh lads. im done for [blah blah he telePORTS and thats skywarps power but hes blue so WHO is it. dont worry abt it man. dont matter. they apparently change in the various times its been coloured, which is objectively funny imho. keep em guessing]

[ID: Moody and still illustrations of a robot identical to the Man of Iron in stasis, plugged into a bed of sorts. The ship around him is dark but for strips of coloured computer like lights in the walls and floor. Caption boxes narrate: Deep beneath the Autobots feet, in a sealed chamber, a special Autobot lay waiting… He was navigator, warrior and guardian of Autobot destiny… In his long, slow, machine world, a million years were as fleeting seconds. Human history had passed over him. Small inter panels. Mid on the Guardian: Locked in his dormant brain was the location of the planet Cybertron. He waited only to be re-activated, re-integrated with his mission… Restored to life. Close on the Guardian: His attendant was no more, the link between them severed. Laying in profile, just barely defined in the pitch black: Alone in the darkness he patiently beamed his signal. The same pattern of impulses… Waiting. END]

What the actual fuck (its even more somberly dramatic than just that)

[ID: Sammy, from a distance, staring at the castle. Caption Box: Autumn came, leaves fell. Sammy was a year older and a year wiser. He never saw Jazz again… Sammy asleep in bed, moonlight pouring through his paneled window. "But on clear, sharp nights, when stars glittered like needles and the night winds rattled his window… Then he slept a fitful, fearful sleep…" Sammy sleeping, with his dreams projected above him. "And the Man of Iron walked once more through his dreams." The End]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

um well. okay! thats. fucking crazy. and this is the only tf comic this dude ever did. okay... can u tell he was from the dr who comics...... it ALSO means this doesnt actually speak at all for what the rest of tfuk will be like. which is damn funny. LIKE WOW! THAT WAS CRAZY. anyways.

[msp9]

I think i've figured out why Sammy is all weird here and what follows after this scene:

⚠️Spoilers⚠️ below from trailer 3

(This trailer was shown in Ep 1, so if u dont want any spoilers at all then continue scrolling)

So basically Sammy and Ben go to Yaz's house on a non-dino island to try to get her out of there bc of the people hunting them. Now Yaz does not want to do that bc as she states in the trailer "why get out of an island made to keep danger away?"

So they argue (Sammy and Yaz)

So then in this clips from the trailer we see Ben and Yaz alone before the Backle spinax attack:

Which suggests that Sammy left the scene due to the possible fight with Yaz, and Ben stayed to pursuave Yaz to come with them. (I hope we get an emotional scene with Ben and Yaz right there, maybe she talks to him about her nightmares or struggles. Pls i love that duo sm) Anyways, then the backle spinax attacks and she is forced to leave with Ben bc its chasing them.

And also to stand with the "Sammy left the scene" i stated earlier:

We see her walking alone. (Propably to leave the island) Then obviously we see Sammy being like "wtf" i mean "how the-" as she sees the backle spinax on an island that is suppose to not have dinosaurs. Then she starts sprinting to get to the car. Then if you've seen other clips u propably knows what follows

Spoiler alert:

Okay can we appreciate this scene. Everything is just so beautiful.

[bxbynyah7]

Told You So- Sam Golbach One-Shot

sam x oc (Emmy)

summary: Living with 5 boys always proves to be a trip. Except when someone finally gets hurt, and it so happens to be your boyfriend

warnings: cussing, broken bones, yelling, Sam gets full named by Emmy, (I think that's it)

A/N: This is my first story I have ever posted online. I have a few written that I want to push out and they will for sure be longer than this one. I hope you enjoy and if you want to read something specific, send in a request :)

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Living in the traphouse with my boyfriend, Sam, was exciting to say the least. We lived with some of his closest friends so you can imagine it was like living with 5+ toddlers sometimes. And today was one of those days. I was sitting inside at the bar trying to work on some editing for some of Sam’s new pictures from the photos I took for him when I heard all the boys yelling from the back yard. I shut my laptop and grabbed my phone off the counter with an eye roll. I walked outside into the hot L.A. sun and stood with the rest of the boys. My tank top and shorts stood out against all of their hoodies and jeans even though it was damn near 100 degrees outside. “What the hell are ya’ll doing?” I asked them. Colby, Jake, Corey, and Aaron just looked at me like deer stuck in headlights. “What? Cat got your tongues or something?” I said with an attitude. I needed to get back to work. Sam wanted to post those pictures today, so I needed to get them edited. “Nothings going on, Em. Why would you think something is going on?” Jake stuttered towards me. I rolled my eyes and looked at Colby who was making, well attempting, subtle glances up to the top of the house. Confused, I looked up and saw my boyfriend standing on the edge of the roof. “Samuel John Golbach! What the fuck are you doing up there?” I yelled at him. He smiled sheepishly and gave me a small wave. “Hi baby. I was about to help the boys make a TikTok, wanna watch?” He called back down at me. I looked at him irritated. “Sam, what TikTok are you making?” I asked. I was genuinely concerned for him. I had no idea what they could possibly be doing. I hadn’t been on TikTok in over a week because of work. “Okay I’m filming. Whenever you’re ready, Sammy boy!” Corey yelled. Colby whooped and cheered and Sam counted down from three. On three he jumped and fell down fast. He was supposed to land in the live seat they had under him. He missed and landed partially on the ground. “Sammy!” I yelled and ran over to him. He groaned and tried to turn into his stomach. “No baby stop you can’t roll over. You might’ve fractured your spine” I told him while holding him still. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “Fuck this hurts.” He whispered to me. I had silent tears running down my face as I kissed his forehead. “ I know, sweet boy. The ambulance is on its way I promise.” I whispered back. “How long until the ambulance gets here?” I asked the boys. “There right around the corner.” Colby told me. I heard the siren before I saw the lights because I didn’t want to take my eyes off Sam. “Ma’am, we’ve got it from here.” One of the paramedics told me. “Okay, uhh he’s 24, jumped from the roof and landed partially on the lovesac. I heard a big crack when he hit the ground, so I think he fractured his spine. If not the spine, some of his vertebrae.” I rattled off quickly. “Damn woman, you a nurse or something?” The other paramedic asks with a laugh. “Studying to be one actually. That and I live with a bunch of dumbass boys who like to do stupid shit.” I told him with a small laugh. They got Sam up in the gurney and loaded him in the ambulance. “You wanna ride with him, nurse girl?” They asked me. I nodded my head and hopped up and sat next to Sam. “Emmy, it hurts. Like so fucking bad.” Sam whispered to me. “I know it does. You jumped off the roof and missed the bean bag. What did you expect?” I asked him. I grabbed his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand gently. 

time skip to the hospital

“Well, you indeed did fracture a few of your lower vertebrae. Three to be exact.” the doctor told Sam.  He looked at me with some fear in his eyes and at that moment I knew exactly how he was feeling. “Hey baby, you're fine. I know exactly how to help with the healing process so you will be in great hands.” I told him, brushing his hair back off his forehead. He smiles at me and looks back at the doctor. “Okay so what are you able to do?” he asked him. The doctor went on to explain that there wasn’t much he could do other than give him a brace and pain meds. After a conversation about what he can and cannot take, the doctor left to get the nurse for his brace. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love.”  I whispered to him. He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a few pecks on the back of my hand. “I'm sorry I’m putting you through this. I thought I could make that jump.” he told me. I smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I told you so, babe. I told you so.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Not Alone

Summary: The reader is having a rough day but things get strange when an unannounced visitor shows up at her door...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, angst, fluff

A/N: So much angst in this one. Enjoy!

Today was just one of those days. Nothing caused it, not really. You simply woke up and knew today was going to be a struggle.

You went through the motions like you were supposed to, got dressed, did your hair, forced a smile on your face in the mirror. You made a fast breakfast and made the idle morning chit chat at work that was expected of you. You were doing exactly what was expected of you.

Until you walked through the front door that evening, walked upstairs and curled up on bed.

You didn’t want to try anymore today. You were done. You just wanted to get out of the stuffy clothes, take a hot shower and go back to bed forever.

You growled when the doorbell rang while you were changing and whoever it was wouldn’t let up. You grabbed the closest pair of sweats and shirt you could find, clenching your fists as the person kept hitting the button.

“What!” you shouted as you went down the stairs, tearing it open with far too much force.

“Bad day?” he asked, lifting his head up so you could spot the green eyes under the brim of his baseball hat.

“Dean? You’re-“

“Dead? Debatable,” he said with a smile. “Well actually not debatable. I’m pretty dead. I got a hall pass to come visit.”

“Why-“

“Chuck made me a deal,” said Dean. “Plus he so owes me, for like a ton of crap.”

“I mean-“

“I thought I told you to go have a life if something ever happened to me,” he said, reaching out a hand to move the hair out of your face. You leaned into his touch, still warm and soft.

“Well I’ve been a bit sad lately for obvious reasons,” you said, laying your hand over his.

“Ah. Right,” said Dean. “Uh, why aren’t you with Sam anymore?”

“Because we got in a fight and he threw me out,” you said.

“Uh huh. I see,” he said. “Well, go pack your bag.”

“I’m not going back,” you said. “I-”

“Uh huh,” he said, snapping his fingers. You blinked and were in your old room in the bunker, still looking like a hot mess in your sweats, Dean leaning against the doorframe, smirking under his hat brim. “I die and suddenly now it’s okay to leave shirts on the floor? Feel like I got scolded a few times for that.”

“I left in a hurry,” you said, closing your eyes. “I also left for a reason, Dean. I-”

“You’re hiding,” he said.

“I just want to be left alone,” you said.

“Nope,” said Dean. “Sam!”

“What are you…” you trailed off, Dean suddenly gone.

“Dean?” called out Sam, poking his head in the room. “I thought...hey. You’re back.”

“Hey, Sammy.”

“So,” said Dean, nearly giving you a heart attack when he popped into your passenger seat later that night. “You moving back in with Sammy?”

“Don’t do that!” you said, gripping the steering wheel tight.

“Ah, come on. It’s a little fun,” said Dean with a laugh, glancing in the backseat. “Seems like everything’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Are you dead?” you asked.

“As a door nail,” said Dean.

“Then-“

“Oh come on. You know us. Just because we die doesn’t mean we stay dead,” he said.

“So you’re back?” you asked.

“Eh...think of it as I have visitation rights at the moment,” said Dean.

“I can’t move on if you’re gonna just pop by whenever,” you said.

“Because you were doing a stellar job of it when I left you alone,” he said, the car engine slowing as you were forced to pull over. You revved the engine but it didn’t move, Dean cocking his head at you. “Y/N.”

“I got a job and rented a house and I have moved on,” you said. “Stop messing with my car.”

“Sure, you moved. Moved on is debatable,” said Dean.

“Well you’re my freaking soulmate so how exactly do you suggest I get over you?” you shot back, tears welling in your eyes. “I miss you. So much and I feel so alone and I...I just feel so alone, Dean.”

“Geez, you really don’t remember? I thought you were playing dumb but obviously you’re in some kind of shock over this whole thing,” he said.

“Shock over what? You dying?” you scoffed.

“More like you dying, sweetheart,” he said. “Although technically, we’re both dead.”

“Excuse me? I’m not dead, Dean,” you said. “I didn’t die.”

“Oh boy,” he said rubbing his temples. “Uh, yeah, you did. We all did. Sammy and you got stuck in this limbo though. Sammy figured it out after a few days but you...you don’t remember. Huh. Here I thought you were playing hard to come to heaven. I was trying to ease you into this but apparently you just don’t remember,” he said.

“So if I’m dead but not in heaven…” you said. “I’m a ghost?”

“No. You’re in heaven,” said Dean, giving you a smile. “You seem to have...wandered off is all. I thought maybe you were hiding on account of the whole dying thing being a bit jarring but…looks like we should have kept a better eye on you, kiddo.”

“So I'm in heaven with you,” you said.

“Yes,” said Dean.

“But I’m not in the same heaven as you,” you said.

“Now you’re getting it,” he said with a smile. “You’ve been lost for a few months. Chuck said he can feel you getting sadder, made it easier to find you. You aren’t supposed to be out in this limbo area. So why don’t you move on and come hang out with your family in our heaven?”

“How do I do that?” you asked.

“Stop thinking about it,” he said. You stared at him, watching the scenery behind him shift to a quiet suburban street. “Ah, there we go. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“I was…I bought you time back at that field,” you said, suddenly remembering what had actually happened.

“Yeah. I’m not thrilled about that but we still got the bad guy in the end. Hey, you wanna meet my dad? He’s been dying to meet you,” said Dean.

“Seriously,” you said, Dean snickering to himself. “Maybe slow down a little. I’m still getting used to the fact that I died.”

“You died like four months ago. How much time do you need?” teased Dean.

“You want to give me a run through of all this? Like why I got lost in the first place?” you asked.

“You got here before me, both you and Sam. I think you both got a little confused. He said he was. It’s why he left you. He knew where he was going but couldn’t bring you along yet,” said Dean. “He feels bad about that. It’s why he popped into the ‘bunker’ but you rushed out of there before he could really talk to you.”

“So this is our heaven?” you asked. Dean hummed and took hold of your hand, pulling you down the street on a walk.

“Yup. The blue house over there is ours. Sammy’s next door in that green one. My parents are down the road in that tan and stone one. Your parents are right around the corner,” he said. You had to stop and look at him, a car honking at you urging the both of you to step over to the side. You saw Charlie give Dean a wave as she drove past, your neck practically getting whiplash.

“How...how…” you said, Dean smiling.

“Sammy and I had a slight discussion with Jack. We came up with this whole idea of shared heaven. It’s like how they used to do it with the greatest hits thing but we kind of get to live again. Sort of cool,” said Dean. “People have seemed to like it. It’s nice to see everyone.”

“Yeah, that’s nice,” you said, Dean humming as he planted a kiss on you. You were starting to feel lighter as he did it, a little burst of happiness going off in your chest that turned into a peaceful contentment.

“Mmm, I bet you feel better now,” he said, nuzzling your cheek. “Sorry it took so long to find you.”

“Leave it to me to get lost when I die,” you said, smiling as you hugged him. “So what do we do now?”

“Whatever we want,” he said, kissing you again. “We could have a family dinner at our place tonight. Your parents, mine, Sammy and Jess...just something quiet for your first day.”

“I’d love that, Dean,” you said. “Thanks for finding me.”

“I’ll be honest, this place is nice but it sucks without your soulmate,” he said, tilting his head and licking his lips. “I’m so happy you’re not alone anymore, sweetheart.”

“You too, baby. You too.”

[retromotherfuckers]

When the Sun Sets - Part 1

Promises

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), sam winchester, dean winchester, bobby singer

Summary:

When Sam Winchester dies, Dean and Morgan are left reeling. And before Dean can beat her to the punch, Morgan makes a choice. Her, or Sam?

Warnings (for entire story):

SPN typical violence, so so much suppressing of emotions, vague mention of SA, depiction of torture, a very pro-torture main character, vague mention of not eating for a while, SPN typical alcohol abuse, slight suicidal ideation, spoiler warning up to the end of season 8, following canon stops after the end of season 2, but things are definitely going to be mentioned.

Word Count:

4.5k ~ roughly

A/N:

this ended up being way longer than i meant for it to be. this one's kinda depressing (and the next part will be too) but stay tuned for the inbetween. this part and the next one covers the events of all hell breaks loose.

dean: 27, morgan: 26, sam: 23

There was no getting around this, no forgetting it. There was nothing to do but sit. Sit in the horror that was watching her little brother die. Morgan's little brother was dead, and her older brother hadn't said a damn word since.

Bobby found a small house on the side of the road, where they could hole up and get their shit together, but she wondered how they were supposed to even start. How were they supposed to recuperate when the worst thing had happened?

The second-born Winchester could think of one thing, the fire that killed her mother. How Dean was acting exactly like he did back then. When he was a terrified toddler that didn't know how to vocalize what he was feeling. It was funny, that was a skill none of them had grown up to learn. Maybe not funny, but it was definitely ironic - in a cynical sort of way. 

Morgan was barely able to walk back then, but Dean had dragged her and Sam out of the house as fast as his little legs allowed him. He had one hand on her arm, pulling her with all his might, while he held little Sammy in the other. He had almost dropped the infant, the weight too much for his small arms to handle. He was only four at the time, and it was the first time he had to blindly obey one of his father's orders.

But it was, by no means, the last. 

In the aftermath, the part that Morgan remembered better, Dean didn't speak for a year. She could see it so clearly. Her begging him to play with her, begging him to play with talk, acknowledge her. But when he finally spoke for the first time, it was to yell at her to leave him alone. She, at nearly four years old, had started crying and ran to their father for a hug. When John pushed her off of his leg, she realized, for the first time, no one was going to help her. And that made her cry harder. She wanted her mother, she wanted to be old enough to hold Thammy, she wanted someone to hold her and tell her it would all be okay.

But that would take years, and by the time Sammy was two, she was five, and it was time for her to be the one comforting him. Not the other way around. 

Morgan couldn't recall too much about the day of the fire itself. It felt more like one of those vague childhood dreams, the kind where you can’t really tell if it’s a memory or not. But she could still smell it, and feel the heat pinching her skin. She remembered seeing the flames pouring out of the windows. She remembered that it was the last time she saw her father cry. She remembered that was the last time her family would be considered a normal one.

And now, staring at her little brother's lifeless body, all she could do was breathe in smoke. 

The world was dull and the room was quiet. It was as if Sam was its vibrancy, its light. She’d have to consider the possibility that he might've been the key to the damn rainbow, or something.

Neither her or Dean had said a word to each other in twelve hours. When things got hard, Morgan knew there was no way to reach him. He was not the one she ran to for comfort, he's the one that ran to her - and it was only when she would ask if he was okay at the right time. If she'd asked on a bad day, she'd either get a gruff, "I'm fine," or a detached, "leave it alone, Mo." Even when they both knew he was lying.

So, no. Morgan didn't run to him for comfort, she didn't run to anyone - except Bobby, maybe, but he was on a supply run.

This time, she had nothing to say to her brother. She wanted him to come to her, to tell her things would be alright, if not yet, then eventually. But she knew better. Morgan knew he wasn't okay and he knew she wasn't okay. Bobby was barely even okay. How were they supposed to move on? How were they supposed to keep living when the youngest of them drew the short end of the stick?

How was any of this shit fair?

The door shut and Morgan flinched, breaking her from her thoughts. When she looked up and saw Bobby, she sighed, letting her head drop again.

"Dean? Mo?" Bobby asked, his voice barely a whisper as he held up a bucket of fried chicken. Morgan sat up in her chair a little, picking her eyes up from between her shoulders. She stretched out her back by arching it, not even attempting to give Bobby a smile. "Brought you this back."

"Not hungry," She said quietly after a moment. She put her gaze back on her little brother, shaking her head. The Winchester girl didn't think she'd ever be hungry again. This was worse than their father's death, it was worse than their mom's. Sam was all they had, he was their bright-eyed, rebellious, annoying but kind little brother, and she and Dean had looked up to him. He was the researcher, the more emotionally-intelligent one, the one who could still see a light at the end of the ugly-ass tunnel that was their lives. 

There would be no healing, no better days after this. Sam was dead. Well and truly dead. And there was nothing they could do about it.

Dean denied the food without a second thought. "I'm fine."

"Should eat somethin'," Bobby insisted, unpacking the groceries. Morgan shook her head and looked back at her hands, even if she knew he was right. She hadn't had anything to eat for a day and a half. But the thought of even touching anything that wasn't whiskey, made her want to vomit. At the thought, she picked up her cup and drained it, trying to drown everything out. Bobby's words made her flinch, even as she tried to ignore him. 

Don't argue with Dean, Bobby. Please don't argue with him. I can not deal with that right now.

"I said, I'm fine," Dean replied, but his voice was sharp, leaving no room for disagreement. Morgan didn't know it until she glanced back up, but her and her brother had gone for the alcohol at the same time. Her's was in a cup, and his was in the bottle, really the only difference in their drinking habits, if she was being honest. There weren't many people that could drink her under the table except Dean and Sam. The thought made her wince.

They really were their father’s kids.

She knew Bobby was looking at them. She could picture his face, pale and expressionless. If one knew Bobby Singer, however, they'd know how to tell when he was truly, deeply worried. His eyes would widen a little, his brows would raise and he'd leave his lips slightly parted as if he was shocked. But Morgan knew he wasn't. He knew exactly what was going through the Winchesters' minds. And it wasn't like he could change their thoughts, no matter how much he might've wanted to.

"Dean, I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time..." Bobby paused, as if scared to even say the words. "We bury Sam?"

Morgan could see her little brother through the doorway on the bed. He was so gaunt, it was like she was staring at a ghost. Sam was tall and his feet practically dangled off the edge of the mattress they put him on. He was bigger than all of them, bigger than any of them thought he'd ever get, being such a scrawny kid and all. But seeing him now, so fragile and pale, he looked smaller than ever.

She couldn't help but remember when she was still taller than him, when she was faster than him. When her punches hurt more than his when they would play, or actually, fight. But by the time he was seventeen, he had shot passed her five feet nine inches, and grown right up to six feet.

She remembered a lot of things she selfishly wished she could forget. So she wouldn't have to feel the helpless and icy regret that was eating away at her, inside and out.

"No," Dean snarled as he sat down. He rubbed his hand down his face, the only tell she knew he had. Morgan wasn't an oblivious person, she'd learned how to gauge her family's mood based on how her father would open the motel room door, his footsteps, or how loudly he would set down a glass. But Dean was always the hardest to read. All she knew, was that her oldest brother was angry or completely devastated. And given the circumstances, it was probably both. She knew nothing she said would help, nothing anyone said would help.

"Well, we could," Bobby sighed. "Maybe-"

"What, torch his corpse?” Dean's voice was final. Gravelly and clipped, but final. There was a decision in his tone, he had already made his mind up about something. But Morgan had yet to figure out what it was. “Not yet."

Bobby wasn't letting him off, not the way the younger man was speaking. His words were desperate, like he hadn't cracked the code either. "I want you to come with me." 

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please-"

"Why don't you cut me some slack?" Dean rebutted, his voice cold and unyielding. He wasn't shouting yet, but Morgan knew there wasn't much left in him to hold back. Dean was a grenade, and the wrong word would pull the pin.

What would the right thing to say be, anyway? Morgan thought. Are we even supposed to know?

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all," Bobby said, sympathetically, but she knew all her older brother heard was pity. And she had to admit, she didn't hear it much different. Bobby knew Dean was a ticking time bomb, and all he wanted was to diffuse the tension. "I gotta admit, I could use your help." Dean scoffed at his words and Bobby stopped at the interruption, like he was getting fed up. "Something big is going down, end-of-the-world big!"

"Well, then let it end!" Dean's voice finally rose, loud and ragged. And even if Morgan had expected it, she winced again at the sudden change in volume, like his words were a physical blow. She almost wanted to stop him, keep away from Bobby, knowing he'd probably throw a punch if he was mad enough. But she was still trying to find the energy. She was so damn tired. It was like the entire Earth had come crashing down on her and her brother's shoulders, and even if Bobby wanted to help, he couldn't keep the weight from crashing down on them.

And the worst part was, she agreed with him. Somehow, Dean was speaking for both of them, the only two people in that room that didn't deserve to be the ones left standing.

"You don't mean that."

Yes, he does, Bobby.

"You don't think so?" Dean sneered, his words eerily cold. He stood suddenly, pushing the chair onto its back as he went up. "You don't think I've given enough? That Mo's given enough? You don't think we've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and get the hell out of here." Without any type of warning, Dean pushed Bobby back, and let himself rage. "Go!"

"Dean!" Morgan jumped from her chair, grabbing her brother by the arm and pulling him away from the closest person they had left to family. She needed his attention on her as soon as possible, and used her other hand to hold his gaze on her's. She might've been exhausted, but she had to play peacekeeper again.

Whether that was a role she had been given or taken upon herself was up for debate, but by the time she was five, it was her's. She hated fighting with her family and especially hated when they fought with each other. So she did everything she could to prevent it. Usually, she would hold Sammy after their father had yelled, and tried to convince him not to take it personally. Usually it was calming Dean down, when Sam had said asked a question that pissed him off. Most of the time, it was calming their father down after a bad hunt, or when the boys had decided not to listen to him. "Calm the hell down."

Even if she was forcing him to, her brother looked at her for the first time since Sam had been stabbed. The tears in both of their eyes, the swollen black and blues from a lack of sleep, the utter defeat in their ripped-apart faces. He was heaving, and she mouthed for him to count to ten, the method she had made him try when they were teenagers. The method he hadn't needed since he was twenty-two, when Sam and their father almost came to blows.

They were breaking each other's hearts, just by staring at each other.

"I'm sorry," He muttered. And it was to her, even if the words barely made their way through his lips. He wasn't apologizing for pushing Bobby, he was apologizing for something else, something that he did to her. He didn't look at the older man when he spoke next, but he finally managed to talk without anger. This time, it was defeat. "I'm sorry. Bobby, please just go."

Morgan nodded, not taking her eyes off her brother. She gave him the forgiveness he was pleading for, even if she didn't know exactly what he was talking about. She needed to give him something. She needed to give him a moment to take a fucking breath. Give him a moment to believe he still had someone left. And maybe, a small part of her, just wanted to sink into her big brother's arms. She didn't know if it would hurt more if he accepted or turned her away, so she thought better of it. Settling for comforting squeeze of his arm and a whispered, "It's okay, Dean. It's okay."

Bobby looked at Morgan with a silent, you got him? She nodded, telling him she could keep Dean under control. His eyes were loaded, begging her not to let her oldest brother fly off the handle. The thing was, Dean was ready to lose his mind. He was ready to go off the deep end. But she didn't think Bobby realized just how fragile she was - how if he wasn't there to keep her head above ground, she'd probably bury herself alive in the dirt.

Morgan was the only girl in a house full of boys. She, according to Bobby, was the only one who had some damn sense. He thought she was smart enough not to do something stupid. He thought she had some foresight, because she was always trying to drill that into her brothers' heads. He didn't know she didn't believe it for a second, that everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit. He had assumed she was thinking about the future. He'd been assuming that she knew doing something idiotic wouldn't help anyone and would just lead to consequences. But, she guessed, there were some things even she couldn't reel herself in for.

She couldn't even begin to imagine a future without Sam. She knew damn well Dean wouldn't survive, and she wasn't convinced she would either. Sam, as much as he denied it, was the glue that held them together. Sam was the good one, he was the one that wanted them to live their lives the way they'd wanted, not the way their father drilled into them. He didn't realize they had no idea what they wanted.

Sam had always known what he wanted. To go to college, become a lawyer, have a family and die old like everyone else. That wasn't her and Dean. They didn't know what else they could do besides hunt and, most likely, die young. 

Dean and Morgan were followers. And they were exactly what John believed they were. Malleable, disposable, soldiers. And selfishly, Morgan had never wanted them to leave her for a better life. Selfishly, when Sam left for school, she was ready to, personally, go to California and drag his ass back to their motel room in Nevada, just so she wouldn't have to be alone.

She was no better than the toy army guys her little brother used to play with.

Before Bobby left, he asked, without words, if she was okay. And even if she wanted to beg him to stay, beg him to keep an eye on her while she did the same for Dean, Morgan knew that only reinforced her father's opinion. And she didn't want to be fragile, she wanted to have a purpose. She wanted to mean something. So, she nodded again, telling Bobby she was alright for now, that it was okay to go.

"You know where I'll be," Bobby accepted, finally leaving. Giving the siblings the space neither of them needed but thought they wanted.

With her hands still holding Dean close, and his eyes still on the floor, she pulled him in for what she wanted to be a quick hug. Just to break the ice a little, and to keep each other grounded. But when she went to pull away before he did, he didn't let go, like he was holding onto her for dear life. She felt his hands fist her shirt, his fingers digging into her back. They were promising each other something with this embrace. What, she didn't know, but it was better than nothing.

Dean's voice was haunting.

When he had cried out for Sam, it was terribly high pitched and desperate. Then he caught their little brother before he fell to the ground, and Morgan had instantly wished it was her instead. Their pain-in-the-ass little brother was dying in the oldest's arms, and all Morgan could do was sit there and watch. Bobby had gone past them, trying to catch the guy that stabbed Sam, but Morgan was frozen. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't blink. All she could do was sit on her knees and stare. Even as Dean pulled his hand away from the wound and ordered her to start patching it up. She was almost gawking, like she was a spirit that didn't know how to materialize yet. It had been playing through her head over and over and over.

The blood, the wound, the way his head lolled forward, the desperation to save him.

And now, hearing Dean talk to Sam like she wasn't even there. She had stayed in the kitchen, tired of looking the oldest, who in some ways had the same complexion of the youngest. Empty, gray, pale. She had a drink in her hand, God could only know how many she'd had, and at the words coming out of her brother, she wanted to switch to the bottle.

"You know, when we were little, I mean, you couldn't have been more than five, you started asking questions." Dean was hollow and broken, and it was like getting himself to speak was hurting him somehow. "How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, 'Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't wanna know.' Just wanted you to be a kid, just for a little while longer. Always tried to protect you guys. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know. It's like I had one job. I had one job. And I screwed it up." 

Dean's voice finally cracked, and Morgan wanted to wince, but the alcohol had been doing its job in keeping her numb. She had no idea if he knew she was listening, she doubted he would even have to foresight to care in that moment. But she didn't have to be looking at him to know there were tears sticking to his lashes. She didn't have to listen to his words to know what he was feeling, what she was feeling. 

They were supposed to protect him, they were supposed to take care of him. And they failed, both of them. Not just Dean, not just Morgan, both of them fucked up, to an irreversible and unforgivable degree. They had let him get taken by Azazel, they had let him fight to the death with his competition. And they were too damn late to save him.

"I blew it. And for that, I am sorry."

She didn't know what it was that made it click, but that was when it occurred to her. There was one thing left. One thing left that she could try. It seemed it hadn't hit Dean yet, or maybe he was putting it off, and she thanked whatever god that might be out there it had gotten to her first. So, before she could second guess herself, she quietly stood from her chair, the whiskey she had been drinking all day making her stumble. Hopefully, Dean didn't hear, and when he kept going, she knew he didn't notice.

"I guess that's what I do." At his words, she paused. Her hand was reaching out for the keys to the Impala, and she was ready to go. Ready to fix this. "I let down the people I love." That's when Morgan knew what he'd been apologizing for. She felt a wave of tears flood her eyes, and debated if she should try to convince him that wasn't true. He hadn't let her down, he hadn't let anyone down, in her opinion. She did. When she didn't follow Dean's order to patch him up, when she just sat there and let him die. Maybe he'd have been okay if she just did as she was told. "I let dad down, I let Mo down. And now, I guess, I'm just supposed to let you down, too."

That was enough. She had heard enough. She wasn't going to let this end this way. So, when she heard Dean start to yell again, too distracted to hear her leave, she took the keys and ran out of the door. By the time she had turned the key in the ignition, she saw Dean calling for her, demanding she get the hell out of the car, that he has something to do. Morgan ignored him. You need Sam more than you need me, she thought. You'll be fine, Dean. I promise. 

It wasn't long before she got to the crossroads. She'd driven erratically, probably too drunk to've safely been behind the wheel and put together the ingredients for the spell. She buried them in the dirt, in the middle of the intersection and summoned the demon she was ready to sell her soul. 

Save him save him save him. 

The deal was fast, and totally screwed her. But she only had one bargaining chip, and the demon took advantage of that. The bitch knew Morgan would've agreed to anything. Anything to get Sam back. She got a better deal than their father, though, and that was almost enough to satiate her. Her father had only gotten the time to make sure Yellow-Eyes had held up his side, and after that, he dropped dead. 

Morgan would have another year with her family, and after that, her brothers would have each other to lean on again.

She didn't know what it was about them, but they had always understood each other more. It was always them and then her. Maybe it was something as simple as she was a girl and they were boys. Maybe it was the fact that Morgan wasn't an infant when their lives went to hell. She could walk around, she was mostly potty trained, she could eat by herself. Sammy was the baby. He was the one to watch, the one to protect, the one to teach things to. Morgan had to teach herself, and so did Dean. But regardless, thats the way it was.

She wondered if it might've been because she resembled Mary the most, that just glancing at her would bring up bad memories. For their father and Dean himself. And it didn't help as she aged, growing into her mother's looks. Her brother's had gotten their father's hazel eyes and darker hair, but she inherited their mother's crispy blue and golden blonde.

There had been a wedge driven between her and Dean since their mother died. As a teenager, Morgan resented that, she had resented her father for pitting her and Dean against each other, to see which one was better at keeping Sammy safe. Dean, in the end, had won. He was better at everything. Hunting, taking care of, protecting. As they got older, she got the feeling she was just another mouth to feed. So, to her, she was cutting them a break, their weakest-link would be gone soon. In a year, they wouldn't have to clean up her messes anymore.

It wasn't long before Morgan had returned to the house. When she saw Sam through the window, sitting up and talking to Dean, she let out a sigh of relief, and took a moment to collect herself. She'd hoped the oldest wasn't confused as all hell at the random resurgence of the youngest. She put on an air of nonchalance as she strolled in, and heard Sam speaking - mid conversation. She almost had to stop and sob but held it back, praying somehow that Dean hadn't clued him in. 

"But Dean," Sam argued, as usual. And Morgan was thrilled to hear he was back to normal, as trusting as ever in his siblings to fight with them. "You-you can't patch up a wound that bad."

"Well, we didn't." Morgan said, both of her brothers turning to look at the door. She looked at Dean quickly, and when she couldn't tell for sure what he was thinking, she glanced away. Maybe he knew what she did, maybe he didn't. But he was definitely mad that she had prevented him from going out. Sam, on the other hand, was relieved to see her. Like the small stretch of time had him missing his big sister. "But, uh, Bobby could."

Before she could hold stop herself, she bolted to her younger brother, pulling him up and hugging him tightly. Sam chuckled, but winced a little as she squeezed too hard. Having Sam in her arms again was the best feeling she could've asked for in that moment, even if Dean might've been seething at her side. It only solidified her decision. Him and Dean would live on, she hoped at one point they'd get out of the life, but if they didn't, they'd have more time together. That's all she wanted for them. She knew they wanted it for her too, but a choice needed to be made, and if it was between her and Sam? There was no contest.

"Nice to see you too, Mo."

"We were scared there," She breathed out. "For a minute, you, uh, scared us."

"I'm good, now." Sam smiled, and let go of her. It almost hurt how oblivious he was, how he was completely unaware about what was to come in a year. But she also knew it had to stay that way. "Really, I'm okay."

"Good," She sighed, grabbing his arm. "Good."

"Yeah," Dean said, heatedly, his stare burning a hole in the side of her head. "It's great."

She kept her eyes on Sam, entirely ignoring her older brother. "You hungry? I'm starving."

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

nine. | you give love a bad name

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.9k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst angst angst, domestic abuse, homophobic language, violence, break ups ⇾ a/n. this chapter has an unhappy ending, but it's not the end of the story, dw.

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Picking up her tube of mascara, Win leaned in closer to her vanity mirror to put the finishing touches on her makeup when the bright green corded phone at her elbow rang, making her jump.

“Jesus!” she hissed, reaching for the phone.  “Y’ello?” she answered, resting the receiver between her cheek and shoulder so she could finish her makeup while talking.

“Hey, baby.”  

Billy’s voice on the other end of the line, however, brought a grin to her face.

“What’s happening?  You about to head over?” she asked, giddier than usual for their date – it had been a while since they’d gone anywhere other than Lover’s Lake.

“Uh–” Billy hesitated, blowing an exasperated sigh.  “Not yet,” he answered, annoyance thick in his voice.  “Neil and Susan haven’t gotten back from their dumb shopping trip yet and I have to stay here with Max til they do,” he grumbled.

“Oh…” Win breathed, her grin slipping for a moment til an idea hit her.  “That’s okay, I’ll just get a ride there and we can hang out til they get back,” she suggested.

There was a beat of silence before Billy replied.  “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Win assured him, twisting her mascara shut and grabbing the phone as she straightened.  “I’ll just call Holly for a lift.  I’ll see you soon, kay?”

“Alright, see ya soon, Princess,” Billy replied before hanging up, sounding a little less peeved than he had.

As soon as she heard the dial tone, Win punched in Holly’s number, hoping her friend wouldn’t be too busy to give her a ride.  She half thought about searching for the key to the garage and borrowing the Chevelle, but Holly picked up before she could give it any serious thought.

“Hampton residence, Holly speaking.”

“Hey Hols, it’s Win, think you could do me a solid and give me a ride to Billy’s?” she asked, curling the phone cord around her finger idly.

“Yeah sure.  There something wrong with his car?”

“Nah, he’s stuck at home with his stepsister til his folks get back from Terre Haute,” Win explained.  “I figured I’d go keep him company til they get back and we can leave for our date from there.”

“Yeah, course!  I’ll be there in ten.”

It wasn’t long before Holly arrived in her dad’s car, her little brothers in the back seat.  

“You brought the whole family along,” Win laughed, turning in her seat to wave to Josh and Sammy.

“Yeah, they wanted to go to Dairy Queen after I drop you off,” Holly sighed, making a face at them in the rear view mirror before grinning.

“Where’s Steve?  I’m surprised you’re not with him tonight,” Win pointed out and Holly’s grin slipped.

“I dunno, actually.  I haven’t been able to get a hold of him all day,” she admitted, chewing her lip nervously.

“Oh," Win breathed, frowning.  "Well, I’m sure he’s just busy with something and he’ll call you as soon as he can,” she assured her friend, hoping it was true and that he wasn’t trying to win back Nancy Wheeler or something dumb like that.

When they pulled up in front of the Hargrove residence, Win noticed Neil’s car in the drive and relief washed through her.  At least now Billy would be free to leave.

“Thanks again for the ride, Hol,” Win said as she climbed out, waving once more to her brothers before she turned toward the house and made her way up the walk.

When she knocked on the front door, it was Susan who answered, her eyes going wide at the sight of Win.

“Hey Susan, I’m supposed to meet Billy,” she said, her smile slipping as Billy’s step mom didn’t move aside to let her in, instead glancing nervously back into the house and flinching.

“I’m sorry, dear, i-it’s not exactly a good time… Why don’t you come back later?  O-or I could let Billy know you stopped by and he could call you?” she suggested, her voice trembling slightly.

Win stared past her into the house, only half hearing her as Billy and Neil’s voices echoed from within.

“Where is she?  Where’s Max?” Neil’s voice demanded.

“I don’t know.”  

“You don’t know?” Neil scoffed incredulously.

“Look, I’m sure she just, I dunno, went to the arcade or something.  I’m sure she’s fine.”  Billy huffed.

“You were supposed to watch her.” 

“I know, Dad.  I was.  It’s just that you guys were three hours late, and well, I have a date.  I’m sorry, okay?”

“So that’s why you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror like some faggot, instead of watching your sister?” 

Win tensed at the turn the conversation had taken, chewing her lip as she strained her ears to listen, Susan still blocking her way, her own head tilted as if she were listening as well.

“I’ve been looking after her all week, Dad.  Okay?  Look, she wants to run off, then that’s her problem, all right?  She’s thirteen years old!  She shouldn’t need a full time babysitter,” Billy exclaimed, his music shutting off.  “And she’s not my sister!” he spat.

The sound of something heavy slamming against the wall was followed by Neil’s level voice.  “What did we talk about?” There was a beat and then the loud crack of a slap, and Win felt her body move without thinking, pushing past Susan to run to Billy’s room, her heart in her throat.

When she reached his open door, she saw Billy pinned to the wall, his father’s hand gripping his chin, holding him in place more so with his sharp gaze than his grip, and she froze.  Billy’s cheek stung bright red and his eyes swam with unshed tears.

“What. Did. We. Talk. About?” Neil repeated slowly.

Billy swallowed, his eyes not leaving his father’s.  For a moment Win thought he wasn’t going to respond.

“Respect and responsibility,” he answered levelly, his voice low, almost hoarse.

Win felt Susan join her, hovering next to her anxiously, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Billy.

“That’s right,” Neil said.  “Now, apologize to Susan.”

“I’m sorry, Susan,” Billy ground out, staring straight ahead, a quiet defiance in his stare as if he were balancing on a razor’s edge.

“It’s okay, Neil, really–” Susan spluttered, her voice barely there, trembling pathetically.

“No, it’s not okay,” Neil snapped.  “Nothing about his behaviour is okay, and now he’s gunna make up for it.  He’s gunna call that whore he’s seeing and cancel their date.  Then he’s gunna go find his sister, like the good, kind, respecting brother that he is.  Isn’t that right, Billy?” Neil asked, expecting to be obeyed.

“A-actually, Neil, she’s a-already here…” Susan stuttered, but he ignored her, not even bothering to look back at his wife.  Billy however, finally shifted his red rimmed gaze, his glossy eyes meeting Win’s across the room.  As soon as he realized she was there, his jaw tensed, embarrassment radiating off him.

“ISN’T THAT RIGHT?” Neil yelled when Billy didn’t respond and his eyes snapped back to his father while Susan flinched.

“HEY!” Win cried, unable to hold back any longer.  Without thinking, she surged forward to grab Neil’s shoulder, hauling him back.  “Leave him alone!” 

Neil spun to face her, his expression livid, but Win didn’t back down, righteous fury running through her veins.

“Get. Out.” Neil ground out, his eyes flashing dangerously.  “This is none of your business!”

“You made it my business when you laid hands on my boyfriend,” she snapped, but Neil merely scoffed.

“My son, the pussy.  You need a girl to fight your battles for you?” he taunted, his voice dripping contempt.

At his words, Billy flinched, his mouth tightening as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment, as if he were fighting to keep it together.

“The only pussy I see here, is you,” Win replied coldly, and Neil’s head swiveled to her, silent rage painting his face.  

“A real man would never hit his wife or kids,” Win spat.  “Does it make you feel big when you scare them into submission?” she demanded, though she didn’t expect an answer, nor did she wait for one.

“Fear isn’t the same as respect, and no one here respects you, you fucking pig.”

For a moment, she thought she’d gone too far, her nerves close to snapping as she waited for all hell to break loose, but Neil merely stared her down, his hands balling into fists as his jaw clenched tighter, his muscles flexing.  Despite the fear that kept her heart in her throat, Win lifted her chin defiantly as she stepped between him and Billy.

“What’re you gunna do, Mr. Hargrove?  You gunna hit me too?” 

He held her glare for another minute before turning away, Susan scurrying back from the door to let him through.

“I said.  Get out,” he repeated, pausing in the doorway, his eyes fixing on Billy.  “And you.  Find your sister.”

Without another word, he strode away, not even waiting to see if he’d be obeyed or not and Susan quickly followed after him, her hands gripping her skirt hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

As soon as his dad left the room, Billy seemed to deflate.  The angry tears he’d been fighting back in his father’s presence finally spilled over, rolling down his cheeks as he shut his eyes, taking a shuddering breath before lashing out in frustration, slamming his hand against the wall.

“Billy… are you alright?” Win asked, taking a hesitant step toward him.

When he finally looked at her, his expression hardened, shame twisting his features at the reminder of her presence—the reminder of what she’d witnessed.  Hastily wiping his eyes, he sniffed, grabbing his car keys before his fingers circled her wrist, dragging her behind him toward the front door.

Once they stepped into the empty street he released her, turning on her, his pent up frustration finally finding its release, even if it was the wrong one.

“Why don’t you mind your own damn business!” Billy bellowed, throwing his arms up.  “I didn’t need your fuckin’ help!” he spat, his voice shaking with rage.

“Your dad’s a fuckin’ bully and someone had to stand up to him!” Win yelled back, her heart still hammering in her chest while her veins buzzed with adrenaline, her own anger rushing back to the forefront.

“You sayin’ I ain’t man enough to stand up to him?” Billy hissed, his voice dangerously low.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”  Win shook her head, standing her ground.  She managed to keep her voice level in the face of his misplaced rage.  “You don’t deserve to be treated that way.  It’s not right!”

Instead of soothing him, however, Win’s words only seemed to fan his anger hotter.  “I don’t need your fucking pity!” he screamed, his voice hoarse with emotion, but Win didn’t flinch.  Instead, she took a step closer, her gaze fixed on Billy’s flushed face, his eyes red rimmed and swimming, fighting to hold back more tears of frustration.

“This isn’t pity,” she said, her voice trembling softly.  “Like it or not, asshole, I actually give a shit about you, so you better get used to it.”

Her words seemed to knock the wind out of him, his next retort dying on his tongue as he tried to process how that made him feel.  Win took advantage of his stunned state to step closer, wrapping her arms around him.

“You’re not weak.  I’ve never thought you were,” she whispered, pressing her face to his chest.

In that moment, the rest of his fight dissolved and Billy hesitantly pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin.

Not trusting his voice, or maybe not finding the right words to say, he merely held her, letting the silence stretch.

“Come on, let’s go find Max,” he said, finally pulling away, rubbing the dampness from his cheeks as he slipped behind the Camaro’s wheel.

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The first place Billy stopped in their search for Max was the arcade, but her telltale red hair was nowhere to be seen, and Keith confirmed that he hadn’t seen her there since earlier that day.  The next place Billy decided to check was Lucas Sinclair’s house, having seen him hanging around Max, despite his warnings for her to stay away.  His folks hadn’t seen her either, but pointed them in the direction of Mike Wheeler’s house, saying the kids usually ended up there to hang out.

Once more climbing back into the car to continue what was starting to feel like a wild goose chase, Win could sense Billy’s growing tension.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.”

Billy let out a heavy breath as he ran his hands over the steering wheel.  “She’s the one who ought to be worried when I find her,” he huffed, pulling back onto the dark road, heading for Maple Street.  “That brat ruined our night and got me in hot water.  She fucking owes me,” he growled.

Win didn’t know how to respond, so she held her tongue.  If she was being honest, she was a little resentful that Max had snuck out, causing problems for Billy, though she knew not all of it was the younger girl’s fault…

By the time they parked in front of the Wheeler’s, the sun had completely set, blanketing Hawkins in darkness, a thick cover of clouds rolling in to blot out the stars overhead.  

Win circled the car, falling into step with Billy as they made their way up the walk, his hand lightly touching the small of her back as he rang the doorbell.  Several seconds ticked by and no one answered the door.  The light from the tv inside was visible through the lacy curtains, so it was obvious someone was home.

Billy’s frown deepened and he impatiently rang the bell again, shoving his hand back in his jacket pocket against the cold while they waited.  When the door finally yanked open, Mrs. Wheeler stood there in a robe, her hair messily pinned up and an annoyed look on her face.  When her eyes fell on Billy however, her expression quickly changed, a hesitant smile curving her lips and Win’s brows furrowed when she noticed Billy’s gaze fall to the exposed swath of the older woman’s chest for a moment.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, looking between the two of them, finally pulling her gaze from Billy.

“Billy, Billy Hargrove,” he answered, his voice lowering to a drawl as a grin stretched across his face, his usual self confident mask slipping into place.  “This is my girlfriend, Win,” he added, nodding toward her at his side.

“Oh, are you guys here to see Nancy?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, tilting her head.  “I don’t think she’s home–”

“No, no no no,” Billy cut in quickly, shaking his head.  “We’re actually looking for my little sister, Max.  Goes by Maxine.  She’s been missing all day,” he explained, his expression dripping faux concern.  “To be honest with you, I’m uh, I’m worried sick,” he continued and Win had to fight not to roll her eyes.  “I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the uh, the designated hangout, so you know… here we are,” he said, spreading his arms.

“Oh.  Oh, I see,” Mrs. Wheeler murmured, glancing to Win and quickly away again before pulling her robe further closed against the chill.  “I’m afraid she’s not here.  None of the kids are at the moment,” she explained apologetically.

Billy’s expression tightened for a second, though Mrs. Wheeler didn’t seem to notice.  “Do you know where they might be?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice smooth and not let his facade crack.

“Uhm, if they’re not at the Sinclair’s, then I would try the Byers’,” Mrs. Wheeler suggested, stepping aside.  “Come inside, I’ll write down the address for you,” she offered.

Billy nodded, nudging Win ahead of him before stepping into the house, a cloying warmth engulfing them.  In the kitchen Mrs. Wheeler picked up a pen and grabbed a sticky note, leaning over the counter to scrawl the address while Billy pulled the lid off the nearby cookie jar, fishing a small vanilla sandwich cookie out and bringing it to his lips while he waited.

“The drive is kind of hard to see in the dark, so you really have to look if you don’t want to accidentally pass it,” she murmured, dropping the pen and lifting her head, her eyes once more seeming to caress Billy’s form and Win nearly snatched the note from her hand.

“Thanks, we’ll keep a look out,” she said tersely.

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” Billy drawled, taking another bite of the cookie with a smirk.

Mrs. Wheeler had the audacity to blush, patting her hair nervously as she glanced away.  “When you see Mike, will you tell him to come home, please?” she asked and Win grabbed Billy’s arm, reminding him of her presence. “We will,” she grumbled, practically pulling Billy to the door with her.

As soon as they were back in the car, his grin fell away and Win rounded on him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Billy asked, starting the car, his hand sliding over the wheel as he pulled back onto the road.

“You were awfully friendly back there,” Win huffed, hating how jealous she sounded.

“Oh please, I was just buttering her up to get the information we needed,” Billy grunted, carefully not looking at her.

“Yeah sure, like I believe that for a second,” she muttered.  “I saw the way you looked at her, Billy.”

“What are you trying to say, Win?  Huh?”  Billy finally looked at her.  “You think I wanna fuck that cougar?” he spat, waiting for her to respond.  “One, I’m with you, so no.  And two, I’ve got bigger shit on my mind right now,” he snapped, leaving Win internally kicking herself.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, watching the house numbers for the one they wanted.  

Silence fell, stretching for a long moment until she noticed the overgrown drive up ahead.  “It’s there,” she said, pointing, and Billy grunted, pulling off the road to stop in front of a dark run down looking house half hidden by trees.  Several dark shapes appeared in the front window before ducking back down again quickly.

“I think we found them,” Win said wryly, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“You stay here,” Billy muttered, kicking his door open, a dangerous glint to his eyes.  As he straightened, he pulled his Marlboros from his jacket pocket and pulled a cigarette from the pack with his lips, lighting it as he watched Steve Harrington step down from the porch, a dish towel draped over his shoulder as if he’d been inside doing chores.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?” Billy called, leaning against the Camaro.

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve sighed, as if Billy was the last person he wanted to see at the moment.

Billy held his gaze as he shrugged his leather jacket off, as if preparing for a fight.  “What are you doing here, amigo?” he asked, coating the word in as much scorn as he could.

“I could ask you the same thing.  Amigo,” Steve replied levelly, planting his hands on his hips.

“Looking for my step sister, a little birdie told me she was here,” Billy replied, his cigarette bobbing as he spoke.

“Huh, that’s weird, I don’t know her.”  

“Small, red head, a bit of a bitch?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy.”  Steve shrugged.

Billy let out a derisive snort, shaking his head.  “You know, Harrington, this whole situation… it’s giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“Yeah, why’s that?” 

“Hmm, let’s see, my thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you in a stranger’s house, and you lie to me about it,” Billy exclaimed, ticking off each point on his fingers.

“Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?” Steve scoffed, trying to brush the accusation off and redirect the conversation.  “Like, I said, she’s not here,” he insisted.

“Then who is that?” Billy asked, pointing to the window with his cigarette, where Max’s face flashed for a moment before disappearing  just as quickly.

Steve turned to follow Billy’s gesture and winced.  “Oh shit, listen–” he began, but Billy didn’t give him a chance to explain before rushing forward to knock him off his feet, sending him sprawling on his back.

“Shit,” Win breathed, kicking the door open and rounding the car as Billy leaned over Steve, a sneer on his face. 

“Thought I told you to plant your feet.”

“Billy–!” Win called, but he was already on his way inside, throwing the door open, murder in his eyes.

“Steve, are you okay?” Win asked breathlessly, helping him to his feet.

“Yeah, c’mon, before your boyfriend does something stupid,” Steve exclaimed, scrambling up; the two of them running into the house.  

Win barely noticed the mess of papers haphazardly plastering the walls and floors, covering nearly every surface and branching out down the hall like some dark system of roots.  Her stomach in her throat, she only had eyes for Billy who had Lucas pinned to the wall, his fists balled in the boy’s jacket as he leaned in to sneer in his face–the scene a near replica of what she’d witnessed earlier, the tables turned.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will.  Stay away from her,” Billy growled, his voice dangerously low.  When Lucas didn’t respond, he screamed in his face; all the anger, all the frustration he’d swallowed down earlier was loosed now on a new target.  “Stay away from her!  DO YOU HEAR ME?”

“I said, GET OFF OF ME!” Lucas yelled back, his knee coming up between Billy’s legs hard enough to make him double over, loosening his grip on the boy’s jacket.

“You’re so dead, Sinclair!” Billy hissed, and Win gasped as Steve lunged past her, his fist connecting with Billy’s jaw while he was still distracted.

“No, you are!”

“Guys, stop it!” she cried, but Billy didn’t even seem to see her, his eyes wild as he turned back to Steve, a deranged laugh leaving his mouth.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide.  “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me about so much.”

Steve’s jaw flexed as his eyes darted from Billy to Win.  “Get out,” he said firmly, pushing Billy back by the tips of his fingers, clearly trying to deescalate the situation.  But Billy wasn’t having it.

Without warning Billy swung, his fist catching air as Steve ducked, hitting him back.

“Billy, stop!  Please!” Win cried from the edge of the kitchen with Max and the others, her heart still in her throat, fear holding her captive.

Pinned back against the sink, Billy reached out, grabbing a plate from the counter to smash over Steve’s head, leaving him dazed as he stumbled back.

“No one tells me what to do!” Billy growled, back on the offensive.

Before Win knew what was happening, Steve was on the ground and Billy was on top of him, aiming blow after blow to Steve’s face until Steve went limp, knocked out cold, and yet Billy didn’t stop, all his anger rushing out of him in a deluge with no signs of abating.

“BILLY!” Win screamed, finally finding her legs and rushing forward, trying to pull him away.  “Stop!  You’re gunna kill him!” she sobbed, but Billy didn’t want to listen, his elbow flying back in an attempt to shrug her off.

Pain bloomed behind Win’s eye and she stumbled back, holding her face, her trembling fingers coming away bloodied where her lip split.

In a flurry of movement, Max pushed past her, grabbing a syringe from the table.  “Wait!” Win gasped, grabbing the girl’s wrist as she pulled back to jab it in her brother’s neck.

Max’s head whipped around to gape at Win, the two staring each other down for a second before Max dropped the syringe, wrenching her arm out of Win’s grasp.  Instead, she grabbed a bat resting against the wall, several long nails jutting out from the end.

“BILLY!” she yelled before the bat whistled past his ear.

Surprised, he wrenched away from the bat, falling backwards as she swung again, his eyes going wide as she stood over him, holding the bat over her head.

“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone!” she growled, her blue eyes flashing.  “Do you understand?”

Billy stared back at her defiantly.  “Screw you,” he ground out.

Without warning, Max brought the bat down between his legs, just missing his crotch, the nails biting into the wood floor beneath him.  “Say you understand it!  SAY IT!” she bellowed, bringing the bat up again threateningly.

Billy swallowed.  “...I understand,” muttered reluctantly, indignant resignation in his voice.

“Good,” Max breathed, her friends staring at her in shock.  “I’m taking these,” she said, crouching to grab the car keys from Billy’s pocket.  Surprisingly, he didn’t argue.  It wasn’t until the others carried Steve out to the Camaro and Max jumped behind the wheel that Billy pushed himself up, letting out a frustrated roar, and Win winced as he swiped his hand out, knocking the contents of the table to the floor.

It wasn’t til he took a deep breath that he turned around, almost having forgotten Win was there.  

“Are you alright?” she asked, hanging back, for the first time, she was wary of him, her face beginning to throb where he’d elbowed her.

“Am I alright?” Billy repeated incredulously, slowly stepping closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight.  “Let’s see, shall we?  My step sister just stole my car and left us here to go God-knows-where in the middle of the fucking night with a bunch of boys,” he exclaimed, his voice raising with each word.  “And guess who’s gunna take the fucking blame for it?  No guesses?” he asked, a dangerous tone to his voice.  “That’s right, me.”

Win felt ice drop into her stomach at the thought of what Neil would do to Billy if he showed up without Max in tow.

“We could call the cops,” she suggested, interrupted by Billy’s harsh laughter.

“Yeah, sure, the cops!” he snorted.  “I’m sure they’ll be a great help,” he taunted derisively, pacing around the room like a tiger in a cage.

“Billy–” Win murmured, but he turned back to her sharply, interrupting her.

“Nobody fucking asked you!”

“Billy, I’m only trying to help,” she muttered, wrapping an arm around herself with a frown.

“Yeah well, I didn’t ask for your FUCKING help!” he spat.  

For a long moment Win merely stared at him.  As much as she felt for him–her heart aching at the thought of the situation he was in at home–Steve’s bloodied face as Billy kept hitting him, the fear on Lucas’ face as Billy had him pinned against the wall, and even the predatory way he’d smiled at Mrs. Wheeler earlier kept replaying through her mind, twisting her stomach further.  And now this.  The way he’d turned on her when she was probably literally the only person in Hawkins who cared enough about him to try to help made something inside her snap.

“Alright, fine.  I’m done,” she whispered.

“What do you mean you’re done?” Billy asked, a frown pulling at his features.

“I mean I’m done, Billy.  I can’t do this anymore,” she said, shaking her head, her voice trembling.  “You just attacked a fucking kid!  You beat Steve to a pulp, and I know you didn’t mean to, but this—“ she paused, gesturing to her split lip and the purple bruise beginning to bloom across her cheekbone.  “You did this.”

Billy’s mouth fell open as he finally took in the state of her face, panic crossing his visage when he realized what he’d done, but Win didn’t let him speak, her own frustration spilling out like word vomit.

“I get it!  I get why you’re angry all the time.  Your dad is a fucking piece of work and you don’t deserve to be treated the way he treats you, but if this is how you channel it?  Lashing the fuck out like that?  I can’t do it!” she exclaimed.

Billy’s face darkened.  “So what, all that shit you said about how much you care so much about me, that was a fucking lie?” he demanded, his voice faltering.  “You gunna give up on me?  Walk out like my fucking mother?” he spat, gasping a shuddering breath and Win turned away so he wouldn’t see the way her eyes watered dangerously, her tears threatening to spill over.

“No, I fucking meant it.  Fuck, I care so much it hurts!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut.  “But if you keep down this path, Billy, you know who you’re gunna end up like—?”

Billy’s silence was deafening, his blue eyes boring into her.  “Don’t you fucking say it.  Don’t you dare fucking say it,” he hissed, but Win set her jaw and spat it out.

“You’re gunna end up just like your father.”

She wasn’t ready for the look that crossed Billy’s face, the hurt in his eyes broke her heart in two before his rage returned, gripping her heart like a vice.

“FUCK YOU,” he roared, his finger jabbing at her like a viper.  “FUCK YOU, WIN.”

“Yeah,” she swallowed, a tear streaking down her cheek.  “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hard, fighting to keep it together though her lungs burned with the effort.

Billy gave her one last scathing look.  “We’re done,” he hissed, turning on his heel and stalking to the door.

“Yeah, we are…” she murmured, but he was already gone, her broken sobs following him into the night.

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Military School

Paring: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of violence, angst. Mostly fluff. A lot of fluff.

Word count: 1500

A/n: I just got to season 7 episode 6 where Carl gets on the bus to go to military school. I already miss him tbh. I almost cried when Fiona told him she was proud of him.

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Your POV:

Today was the day.

The day that Carl was supposed to go off for military school.

He had been talking about it ever since he met Dominique’s dad. Although Dominique was a bitch ass girlfriend, her dad was a kick ass dad.

When me and Carl got together a bit after him and Dominique ended things, he would talk about military school and how it would help him become a better man.

I was surprisingly very supportive in his ideas to go. I thought I would be more upset and try and convince him not to go, but after I saw his face light up while talking about kicking peoples asses and being able to hurt people without getting in trouble for it, I knew I had to support him.

It was gonna be tough. Really really tough, but I know that he would come back and be that man he said he would become.

Long distance was gonna be difficult but I knew we were gonna make it work. We made our friendship work while he was stuck in prison after Sammi fucking ratted him out.

God I hate that bitch.

Needless to say there was no doubt in my mind that me and Carl would end up okay in the end.

After Dominique decided to try and get back with Carl, he started to question everything he was doing. That’s when I had to intervene. She had no right to just swoop in and win him back like some sort of toy from a vending machine.

I was pissed.

Her dad knew that Carl and I were together which made him even more mad when she decided to try and make a move on him once again. He would never admit it but he most definitely was starting to like Carl.

When me and Carl were walking down the street together, he pulled up beside us and told us to jump in. I didn’t know where we were going but once we pulled up to a drive way with Dominique sitting on some man’s lap I knew exactly what Sergeant Winslow was doing.

My blood was boiling. Carl got out of the Car to handle the situation but i really couldn’t help my self. Before I could even think about what I was doing I got out of the car storming straight up to her.

Some not so nice words were exchanged and some punches by me were being thrown.

She had nothing to say after she went running to Sergeant Winslow to tell on me. Of course he was mad but he knew that she deserved it, as hard at it is to admit that about your own daughter.

She didn’t mess with me or Carl after that.

Even after we got to his house for the surprise going away party for him he was still questioning everything he was about to do.

I would question if I was doing the right thing too but In this case he was doing the right thing. He needed to do this for himself. Everyone knew it, including him.

Me, Fiona, Debbie and Lip gather in the kitchen trying to discuss where Ian was and why there were no decorations up.

“I was labeled as the distraction so I couldn’t have gotten any decorations even if I tried” I comment trying to clear my name from the argument on why no one got decorations.

“Ian said that he got it” Debbie says trying to get someone to help her bring Neal in the house.

Neal was an okay guy. He made me uncomfortable every once in awhile but it’s not really his fault. He just very honest with what he says.

Carl walks into the room with a slight frown on his face. He’s still questioning his choices.

Fiona immediately apologizes for the lack of decorations and how the party isn’t going as it was planned.

He started talking to us about wether or not he should actually go and if he was strong enough to do something like this.

I look at him with a blank stare before I speak up “that was the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard”. He looks at me as if I said the rudest thing in the world.

“I mean come on. Your Carl fucking Gallagher. The kid that got suspended for beating up two guys that were bullying me. The kid that got suspended for bullying other kids. The kid that said he was gonna make prison his bitch and did just that. The kid that landed himself in a gang and ended up getting out of it without getting killed. I don’t want you to ever say that your not strong enough for something like this. You are the strongest boy I know. Going to military school is gonna make you the strongest man I know” I practically yell at him all of my emotions spilling out. The frustration in my voice alone makes it clear that everything I’m saying is 100% my thoughts and opinions.

Debbie, Lip, Fiona, and Carl look at me with wide eyes. I calm myself down taking deep breaths into my body. “Listen” I start walking up to him before placing my hands in his.

“I believe in you” I pause moving his hands with mine in a sort of swinging motion between our bodies.

“You are gonna go to military school, become that man you want to be, then your gonna come back home and you’ll be able to show off that new man” I smile rubbing his hands with my thumbs.

He smiles brightly at my speech stretching his arms around my shoulders giving me a strong hug. “I’m gonna do it” he whispers before saying it a bit louder so that everyone else can here him “I’m gonna do it”.

The trip to where everyone was boarding the buses wasn’t too far away. The entire time I was relishing in the moments that I had left with Carl before he got on the bus and went off to find himself.

It was gonna take awhile to get used to but I knew we could do it.

Lip pulled the car into a parking spot making sure the car was in park before we all got out. We all headed to the buses where Sergeant Winslow was standing there waiting for him.

Everyone gave him their hugs and their goodbyes wishing him good luck with everything.

Then it came to me.

I didn’t think I’d do this but I was standing there like a baby about to have a mental breakdown.

Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes as I watched everyone say goodbye to him as if he were leaving for good.

“Why are you crying” he asks coming over to me after exchanging a few words with Fiona.

“I don’t know” I laugh my body starting to shake with the silent sobs coming from my body.

A big frown etched across his face as he pulls me into a much needed hug. We sway back and forth as we mentally note this beautiful moment between us.

My face is buried into his neck as the tears from my eyes run down my cheeks and onto his shirt.

Once I feel him start to pull back from the hug I pull my arms from around him before placing my hands around his biceps.

Tears continue to fall as I weakly smile at him. He genuinely looks happy to be going to military school which makes my mood lighten a bit.

I laugh a little at my state before wiping the tears out from under my eyes. Maneuvering my hands back to his biceps I rock my hands back and forth before another wave of emotion hits me.

“Just” I start not being able to finish until I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Just don’t forget about me okay?” I cry my bottom lip quivering.

Me crying like this made me feel so pathetic but I couldn’t help it.

“I would never forget you” he says placing his hands on my biceps to rock me a bit as well. He wants me to get it into my mind which is what I did.

He wouldn’t forget me.

He takes his hands back from my arms, me doing the same.

“I’ll see you soon” I say before pulling him in to my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders before placing my lips on his. We don’t kiss for very long knowing there was people around.

After about a second or two we pull away huge smiles on our faces. “I’ll see you soon y/n/n” he says back to me before walking up to the bus doors. He gets onto the stairs before turning around to face us.

“Im gonna come back a man” he grins as the doors close in front of him. He gives us one more nod before walking up the rest of the stairs and down the isle to one of the seats.

It’s when the bus drives away that my mind realizes to its full potential that it’s actually happening. I won’t see him for awhile.

He had to do this. He needed this to become a better him.

I’m so proud of who he’s becoming.

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A/n: Hi :) I wanted to write this imagine becuase I’m extremely sad that Carl just left for military school. I already miss him. I know it’s a short one compared to my other imagines but I actually quite like this one a lot so I hope you liked it as much as I do.

[valleydean]

Chapter 6 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist | tip

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

The telephone’s ringing filled the quiet house. Dean sprinted downstairs, his polished shoes drumming on the hardwood and his loose tie nearly slipping off his neck in his haste, because no one else was home to pick up the phone. Sam and Eileen had taken the baby to Eileen’s aunt’s in Mott Haven for a few days. So, he had to get to it before it stopped ringing. Because that had to be Cas. No one else would have been calling so late.

On the first floor, his toe connected with one of Maura’s rattles that had been dropped on the floor. The thing made a racket as it skittered across the room and slid beneath one of the chairs, but Dean didn’t care about that right now. He’d been waiting for Cas to call all night.

He dove toward the phone, nearly breathless, and picked it up with a clatter on what must have been the final ring. “Cas?”

“Dean?” Cas’ confused, slightly concerned voice came in tinny over the line. “Are you… alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean assured him with a grin to hide his embarrassment before he realized Cas couldn’t see it. “I just ran down here. Didn’t wanna miss you.”

“Oh. Apologies. I didn’t think you’d be busy.”

“I’m not.” Dean swallowed down the lingering tracing of breathlessness and asked, “How’d it go?”

“I won,” Cas said. There was the slight sound of a fog horn behind him. Dean could picture him, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed, the balcony doors open and lacy curtains billowing while river boats and barges chugged down the churning Mississippi behind him. The streets below would be filled with people and music.

“’Course ya did!” Dean cheered proudly into the phone. “Never doubted you. How’d you do it?”

“Technical knockout in the fifth round,” Cas said.

“He had enough so soon, huh?” Dean said, even though Cas’ returning grunt sounded pretty tired and worn out, too. Dean held the phone between his shoulder and ear and tied his tie. Across the living room, the moonlight came in through the front window.

“You celebrating tonight?” he asked.

Cas huffed. His voice was all gravel and grit, and Dean missed the rumble of it beside him. “No. I’m too tired. But… tomorrow, we will. Gabriel demanded it. He said Michael, Raphael, and I weren’t any fun.”

Dean snorted. “Well, he’s got a point.” Apparently, Dean could still feel Cas rolling his eyes halfway across the country. It made his smile brighten. “Drink a Sazerac for me.”

“Okay,” Cas agreed. Then, “What about you? What are you doing tonight?” His voice was soft now, almost wistful, like he wished he was there. On any other night, it would have made Dean feel the same longing, because he missed Cas’ fingers carding through his hair while they sat on the couch and listened to the radio. He hated hugging a pillow at night, pretending it was Cas.

But tonight, the question made the skin on Dean’s face tighten.

“Ah, nothing really,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Jo was supposed to come over for some drinks, but she bailed. So, it’s just me, Sammy, and Eileen staring at each other all night.” He gave an exaggerated groan, his eyes flashing to the empty sofa and armchairs. “Fun times.”

There was a pause over the line. Dean thumbed at his ring. His other hand tightened around the phone.

“How are you and Sam?” Cas asked. “After that night…”

Dean exhaled and leaned against the wall. He didn’t really want to be reminded of Cas’ going away party. “We’re fine. Same old. Sammy got over it.” He scoffed. “Eileen looked like she wanted to tear me a new one for a couple days, but we’re good.”

That was mostly true. Things were still a little tense, but it’d blow over eventually. Sam was usually at the office most nights, anyway, so it wasn’t like he was even around to be pissed at Dean.

If anything, Bobby was the one Dean still needed to dodge. Ever since Ed and Harry had their fifteen minutes of fame in the papers and radio shows, Bobby had been riding Dean’s ass, despite the fact that the rest of the world had moved on.

“Good,” Cas said, seeming satisfied. “And how’s Jack? He’s staying out of trouble?”

“Yeah, no more schoolyard fights,” Dean told him, even though Cas would probably know better than him. Kelly had let Dean take the kid for ice cream once since Cas had left, and that was only because Charlie had come along too—and because he’d shown up at Kelly’s door unannounced so she wouldn’t be ready with an excuse. It was bullshit. “Everything’s good. Don’t worry so much. You’re not missing anything.”

There was a rapping of knuckles at the front door. Dean’s heart nearly leaped right out of his damn mouth. He looked at the door, seeing Lee cupping his hands over the sidelights to peer inside.

Behind him, on the street, Dean saw the glowing headlights of Lee’s new Cadillac 325 waiting for them. Lee had been so excited to show Dean the car—and, as much as Dean hated other people driving him around, he could make an exception this time. The Cadillac was the most luxurious car money could buy. Dean was a little jealous of the new toy, but he was mostly happy for his friend. Lee deserved it. He’d been working hard.

And, hey, maybe Lee would let Dean take it for a spin.

When Lee caught Dean’s eye through the window, Dean held up a finger to tell him to wait. Lee put up both hands in surrender and leaned back.

“Well, I miss you,” Cas was saying over the phone, none the wiser.

Dean’s heartstrings plucked. He turned his back to the door and ducked his head more to keep the conversation private. He said, “Me too, baby.”

So damn much.

He imagined Cas in the silence that followed: the openness of his expression, the slight smile on his lips and the twinkle in his eyes, the soft lines on his face and tired hunch of his shoulders. Dean twirled his ring again without realizing it.

Then, he remembered Lee outside.

Dean hated lying to Cas. It made his stomach feel fuzzy. But Cas would only bitch at him if he knew he was going out to a club with Lee.

And what else was Dean supposed to do with his time? Wait around for the phone to ring like some lovesick damsel? Cas was gone because he chose to be. He had to know Dean would hang out with his friends while he was away. If he really wanted Dean to stop partying with Lee, he would have stayed. Dean was doing nothing wrong in his book.

But Dean didn’t want to start a fight. It was just easier this way, and what Cas didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Forcing his tone to be smooth and casual, he said, “Anyway, you sound beat. Why don’t you get some sleep, huh? Call me again before you leave New Orleans.”

“I will,” Cas said into a yawn. Dean couldn’t help but feel fond over that sound. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Dream about me,” Dean told him.

It was met with, “Always.”

Dean lingered on the phone for another second before setting it back down on its cradle. Then he rolled his shoulders back, fixed the knot of his tie, and went to the door.

“Finally!” Lee said jovially in lieu of a greeting. “You ready?”

“Always am!” Dean answered, his grin mischievous now.

Lee whooped and walked down the stoop. Dean turned around to flick off the light. While he did, his eyes landed on the phone again. Guilt pounded at the back of his head, but he blinked and shook it away. He closed the door behind him on his way out.

[smalls-words]

Fulfil Your Oath pt. 3

Summary: You're supposed to be at the front, but... oh well.

Pairings: Diana x Handmaiden!Reader, others as normal.

Warnings: lil bit of blood, fighting, cool weapons.

A/N: The ending of this might make a few of you sniffle. Also, the song you sing is a cover of For the Dancing and the Dreaming by malindamusic on TikTok :)

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*not my gif*

*Find me.*

Not a second later, you found yourself to be by Diana’s side in a bar, with loud men drunk enough to believe they were the next hit singer. You looked over at her and smiled. “Good evening.”

“Gentlemen, this is my handmaiden, Y/N.” She introduced you.

“Y/N, this is Sameer, or Sammy if you prefer, and Charlie.” Steve pointed to the men, who were dumbfounded at the sight of her.

“How… Where do you keep these beautiful girls, Steven?” Sameer asked.

“Do ya want a drink, sweetheart?” Charlie offered, his thick Scottish accent shining through his drunk stature.

“No, thank you.” You smiled softly, facing Diana.

“Vocasti? (You called?)” 

“These are the men that are going to drop us off at the front of the war. Where Ares most likely is.” She explained, to which you nodded in complete understanding.

“There she is, the little bitch!” A man walked up to your table and pointed a gun at Diana’s face.

In a blink of an eye, you grabbed his gun from his hand and threw him across the room. Diana gripped your hand before you could do further damage to his pathetic body and guided you to sit back down.

“I am both frightened and aroused. Again.” Sameer murmured.

“Oh, here they are! I was wondering where you ran off to.” Etta’s voice made you smile, but the sensation that followed her did not.

You were shot back 36 hours to the moment you held your dead mother in your arms, sobbing against her chest. Every moment of pain and agony, even from the smallest of cuts by Antiope’s blade, were instantly replayed in your mind.

“Sir Patrick.” The men muttered with shock, standing up to greet the man.

“No, no, gentlemen, sit. Ms Prince, sit.” He murmured before looking at you. 

“And who may you be?”

“Y/N Themys.” You replied with a smile.

“What a lovely name.” He charmed before addressing the group.

As he conversed, you watched him closely. He seemed incredibly reliant on his cane, whilst his clothing seemed to be that of the highest quality. His mannerisms were few and far between, a few words repeated here and there whilst hand gestures were rarely used unless for emphasis.

“Y/N?” Diana nudged your elbow, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You asked, still a bit out of it.

“We’re going.” 

You looked around to see the table was empty, with everybody moving outside to shake hands and promise to meet in the morning. You took Diana’s hand and let her guide you outside, her fingers interlaced with your own as she led you to an alley.

“Steve is letting me stay with him. You will stay with Etta tonight.” She murmured.

You couldn’t focus on her words, only her touch. Her arm around your waist, her breath mingling with yours but it was just that more powerful that it graced your lips. She had all and none of your attention as you stared into her eyes, wondering why your feelings had grown so strong in just a short amount of time.

“Okay?” Her free hand came to your cheek and you snapped out of it.

“Yes, princess.” You nodded.

“Good.” She smiled. “I hope you rest well tonight.” 

“And I for you.” You replied.

You watched her walk towards Steve before she followed him to his house, Etta’s presence instantly bubbling up. “Oh, look how cute they are together. They’re like teenagers in love.” She sighed dreamily.

You turned, offering your hand to her. “Would you like a hand taking these things, Ms. Candy?” 

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Walking through the busy train station was easy since you stayed behind Diana, her domineering presence subtly urging others to move out of her way. Yet, you watched her childishness shine through when she took what was apparently called ‘ice cream’, to which she almost moaned in delight.

“Here, Y/N, try some.” She offered her ice cream to you.

You slowly licked some of the ice cream, tasting a strong but delicious flavour of vanilla bean. “It’s amazing.” You murmured.

You handed it back to her and followed her through the crowd, coming to a bridge that was filled with returning soldiers. Some had no hands or arms, no leg or neither, whilst others were shell-shocked with another guiding them off of the bridge. Your heart sank at the small portion of destruction Etta had informed you of, your hand taking Diana’s.

“Habeo te. (I’ve got you.)” Diana murmured, squeezing your hand twice comfortingly.

The boat Steve had led you to was a small fishing boat that then took you to a sandbank, to which you walked on the plank of wood first before Diana. The two of you walked side by side for the miles that were necessary for darkness to fall, your hands never leaving the other’s. 

As you spotted the campfire, your heart became tinged with the nights spent in Themyscira, following after your princess as she danced and celebrated with others. Sometimes it was for a promotion within the army, sometimes it was for a marriage, and others it was for fun. 

“You’re late.” 

“Cowboy sneak-attack, Chief!” Steve chuckled sheepishly, shaking the man’s hand.

The others hugged him tightly, greeting him well, before he walked over to you and Diana. He introduced himself in his native Blackfoot language, to which you both smiled and introduced yourselves too.

“Where did you find these women, Steve?” He guffawed.

He smirked at you both. “Diana found me, Y/N is Diana’s… best friend.” 

You made yourself at home against the seat of a log, your coat as your pillow whilst Chief handed you some dinner. You waited patiently for Diana to receive hers and start eating before you did so yourself, enjoying the bursting flavours of garlic, cumin, black pepper and more.

“Chief, I must say this is delicious.” You commented.

“Thank you. It’s my own blend of spices.” He smiled proudly.

You took Diana’s dish once she was finished, although she did protest that she could clean it herself, and made your way down to the river. You admired the way the moon shone against the water and how the horses across at their station snacked on their hay. 

The breeze that tickled against your skin brought your attention to Chief, who stood a few metres upstream to collect some water. “You’re connected.” He murmured, the wind letting his words brush by your ears.

“I’m sorry, the World of Man is still new to me. Could you explain?” You asked.

He chuckled to himself. “You are connected to the earth. I can see it with my own eyes - the water moves at your command, the horses too. You simply do not see it.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement of his words, but had nothing to respond with since a hand fell to your shoulder. You looked up at Diana, her half-open eyes indicating your next duty like clockwork. 

“Come back. You don’t need to do that.” She murmured, to which you instantly stood.

“Let’s get you some rest.” You chuckled shortly, but her hand simply moved to your waist.

“Let’s get some rest.” She nodded, confusing you - wasn’t that just what you said?

You walked back with her to the campfire, where Chief was already boiling the water from the stream. You stayed by Diana’s side and her hand never fell from your waist, the other only moving to retrieve your coat and tuck around you both.

Thunder struck above you, but it was odd. There was no lightning with it, but it seemed… different.

“Such odd thunder.” Diana turned to Chief for answers.

He gladly gave them. “German 77s. Guns, big ones. It’s the front out there. The evening hate.”

“So who do you fight for in this war?” You asked.

“I don’t fight.” He shook his head.

“So you’re here for profit?” 

“No better place to be.” 

“Nowhere better to be?” Diana frowned.

“I have nowhere else. The last war took everything from my people. We have nothing left. At least here, I’m… free.” He took his dry clothes from the rack above the fire and packed them into his bag.

“Who took that from your people?” You kindly asked, not wanting to push boundaries.

Chief turned to look at Steve’s sleeping form. “His people.” He murmured.

You leaned your head against Diana’s shoulder before groans came from Charlie, muffled words pressed into his sack of a pillow. You stood, the handmaiden in you willing to help, but he lashed out and backhanded you across the face in his thrashing.

“Get off me, woman! Stop making a fuss!” He growled, storming into the dark with his gun.

Diana instantly stood and laced her arms around you, pulling you back to the log where she wrapped your coat around you solely. You pushed off of her, whipping the coat onto her shoulders before tying the strings around her waist.

“I’m fine, my princess.” You muttered, but she grasped your wrist in her hand.

“Shh, shh, shh.” She gently whispered as she laid you down back to where you previously lay, a surprise in your hum when she pulled out her coat from her sack.

“Mine will be the bottom layer, yours will be the top.” She ushered you into silence.

The sound of Chief falling asleep and the fire’s dwindling light allowed you and Diana the privacy you needed. Through the darkness of the covering coat, her hand came towards your face but you flinched when it grew nearer to your cheek.

“Nunquam tibi nocebit. Scis illud. (I’d never harm you. You know that.)” She whispered.

“Doleo. (I’m sorry.)” You apologised, letting her hand fall onto your skin.

Her thumb was the most careful it had ever been. It did not dare to press into your cheek, but rather soothed the harmed area with her cooler touch. Her fingers gently fell into place, lightly caressing your ear, jaw and the side of your neck. You closed your eyes as she leaned toward you, curling your head underneath hers whilst your arm slinked over her waist.

“Goodnight, my handmaiden.” She murmured.

“Goodnight, my princess.” You replied, quickly falling asleep to the rhythm of her heart.

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Walking through the mud was the least of your worries.

The trenches of the British Army were barely holding together, many women and children seeking shelter in the trench. You’d already urged Diana to continue walking instead of helping, twice, but she knelt before another woman with a baby and you sighed in defeat.

“Steve, we need to help these people.” You told him, but he shook his head.

“We need to stay on-mission. The next safe crossing is at least a day away.” 

You looked at the soldiers aiming their guns above you, bombs landing above and spraying dirt onto you. “How can Diana and I get up there?”

He bursted with emotion. “This is No Man’s Land, Y/N! That means no man can cross it, alright?! Now forget it - we are going!” 

You took a step back at his outrage, determination in your stride as you threw your sack down and ripped off your World of Man clothes, revealing your armour. Bronze and gold lined the armour of a blue skirt and a golden chestplate, thin leather pieces covering your legs and arms, giving you slight protection.

You turned at the hand on your soldier, eying Diana’s armour of blue and gold. Your eyes widened. “You took that from the vault?! Are you crazy?!”

She smirked. “A princess has her ways.” 

She slid on the crown of a warrior you both loved whilst you pulled out yours, smiling at the engraving on the inside that declared it was yours. You slid it onto your head before retrieving your weapons, a whip of nine tails curled at your hip whilst a bow and a quiver full of arrows slinked over your back.

Diana had her shield and sword at the ready as she stood at one ladder whilst you stood at another, an arrow cocked before you sparked it against metal and shot it into the air, causing a loud boom from its explosive power.

You nodded to her, your minds so closely trained that you could almost read them. Her, with her shield, sprinted forward and took the heavy fire whilst you came behind her. A bomb shot straight into the air and you leapt up, swirling your whip around to throw it back into the trench, then pulling back a set of six arrows before letting them fly into the heads of six Germans.

“Diana! Impetus! (Charge!)” You yelled, the two of you leaping into the trench.

Your whip cracked effortlessly, its slashing metal ends destroying the guns and armour of the Germans. You curled it back onto your hip as the British Army took over the trenches, your eyes immediately following Diana’s to the village ahead.

“Let’s go!” You ordered Charlie and Sameer, pointing to the village before you jumped out of the trench in one leap.

You ran by Diana’s side, your minds falling into one as you wove through the village with ease, taking down the German hostiles. A bomb went off beside you, one that was evidently planted, that threw you both up and into the side of the building.

You spotted many calm Germans inside the opposing building and you both charged through. You left Diana in that room to deal with fourteen men whilst you found your own set in a bomb-making station.

With a smirk, you looked down to see a trail of explosive powder from a leaking box. All eighteen Germans looked at you as your whip descended in a flash, sparking the powder and the boxes beside it. 

You launched out of the roof and rolled out onto a flat roof, thankfully, looking to your right to see Diana burst through the glass of the room full of defeated men. You jumped from rooftop to rooftop, following your princess with a grace and skill none of the men expected.

With a finality, you dove into the centre of the town and left Diana to the tank, taking a bullet graze instead of letting it hit her shoulder. You winced at the pain but only empowered you, whipping the Germans’ guns through the chambers whilst arrows flew into their chests. 

You gasped at the sight of the Lasso of Hestia in Diana’s hands, glowing a bright golden hue that she controlled much like you with your whip. You grinned as you caught glimpses of her using it as both defence and offence, throwing the Germans around with great ease.

When another bullet flew by you, however, things were different. You looked around to see another person drop dead, your quick eyes looking up to the belltower. 

“Sniper!” Steve yelled out, to which Diana gathered others into nearby buildings. 

She spun around, looking for you in a safe spot and she sighed in relief as she saw you standing with Charlie, Sameer, Steve and Chief. You looked around for a solution as Charlie hesitated shooting the sniper, spotting a piece of sheet metal from the destroyed tank.

Steve spotted it too. All four men followed after him but they struggled to lift the sheet, exposing them to the sniper. Your whip lurched out, glowing a gentle green before bringing them back to you.

“How…?” They looked at your whip before you leapt out to the open area, the Lasso of Hestia lying on the ground. 

“Diana!” You called for her, picking it up.

She nodded, exposing her waist for you to wrap the lasso around before throwing her to the top of the belltower. The bricks crumbled beneath Diana’s forceful shield attack, barging through to kill the sniper.

You sighed in relief when she appeared unharmed, but you looked down at the still glowing rope and watched it tighten around your hand. 

The world around you warped and turned before the sight of a woman with your mother confused you. Her hand fell to your mother’s stomach before the woman disappeared, a slight bump forming on your mother. 

*My child.* A voice echoed around you, evidently feminine. 

You shook your head, eyes closed, and when you opened them, you found Diana unwrapping the lasso from your grasp. You were resting against her, your head in her lap, and you could almost see tears springing at her eyes.

“I thought I lost you.” She sighed in relief as she pulled you into a tight embrace.

You matched it. “You could never.”

You stood slowly with Diana before many of the villagers came to thank you in Flemish or French, their cold hands taking yours. Before long, you were asked by a French man to have your photograph taken, of which you simply followed Diana’s instructions. 

After it was done, you stood next to Sameer and Diana, looking over at a shaken Charlie. 

“For all his talk of shooting, he cannot shoot.” She commented.

Sameer shook his head. “Not everyone gets to be what they want to be all the time. Me? I am an actor. I love acting. I didn’t want to be a soldier. But, I’m the wrong colour.” 

You moved next to Diana and your eyebrows furrowed, looking out onto the destroyed village to see Chief denying the people’s money, even when they insisted. You watched Diana walk to where Steve held a device to his ear, but you did not care for it much.

Instead, you shed your coat and weapons and began to help the village tidy up. 

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 By nightfall, you were done and all of the debris was piled next to the destroyed tank. The pub was open for food and drinks whilst Charlie played the piano inside. You stood next to him as he tried to teach you a song, but your eyes were on Diana almost the entire time as she sat outside.

“Oy!” Charlie clicked his fingers in your face.

“Pay attention!”

“Sorry, Charlie.” You chuckled at his slightly drunken state, taking a sip of his beer.

You read through the lines and bars of music before you nodded to him, his knife against this glass attracting the attention of those inside. You smiled as Charlie began the piano, the tune starting off slow.

“I'll swim and sail on savage seas… with ne’er a fear of drowning…” You faltered slightly on the Irish pronunciation, earning an encouraging nod from Charlie. 

“And gladly ride the waves of life… if you would marry me.” You reached the low note, causing some astounded gasps from the villagers.

“No scorching sun, nor freezing cold… will stop me on my journey… If you will promise me your heart… and love me for eternity.” 

You looked up to see Diana’s eyes firmly on you, making you smile as you continued to sing. Your eyes never left hers, those warm pools of brown sparkling like gold from the bright lights of the pub, enrapturing you in her beauty.

You laughed heartily as Sameer came over to you, offering his hand to dance which you gladly took. You swung on each other’s arms as you continued to sing, the tune turning jaunty and lively as the villagers began to clap along.

As the song came to an end, you caught Sameer’s drunk state as he stumbled out of the bar, thanking you for your save before he went back inside. You were about to follow but when you turned around, Diana stood in front of you with a warm smile.

“That was beautiful. I didn’t know you could sing.” She murmured as she wrapped your coat over your shoulders.

As her hand came brushing down your arm, she noticed your small wince. Her brows furrowed and she pulled your arm out to see the bullet graze from before, her eyes turning up to yours in confusion.

“When did this happen?” She asked oh so gently.

“When we arrived here.” You gestured to the fountain and the area around in which you stood, soon turning back to her. “A man wanted to shoot you… I didn’t want him to succeed.”

In a flash, Diana had a bandage in her hand and a cup from the pub. She dipped it into the fountain’s newly-clean water and dripped it onto your outstretched arm, hearing you wince softly as it wormed into your cut.

“I’ll be alright, my princess.” You muttered, but she wasn’t having any of it.

Her gaze was laser-focused on your wound as she gently wrapped the bandage around it, apologising quickly for pressing on it, but she did manage to tie it properly. You admired her handiwork before she gave it a gentle kiss, making you shake your head with laughter.

Definitely not to hide your blush.

You looked over the villagers and smiled at their dancing, but Diana was confused by it. “This is not dancing. This is just swaying.”

You chuckled at her words. “My Princess, this is dancing. It is just a different kind than what we have grown with.”

She huffed and blew a piece of hair out of her face, but was confused when your hand was offered. “Come. Let me teach you how to dance in the World of Man.” 

“Well, if I’m going to a gala, I’ll need to know how to dance, and I’ll need to learn it from a brilliant teacher since it is such late notice.” She smirked, taking your hand.

You grinned. “Well, I can’t think of any who are greater than me, my princess.”

You gently took Diana’s hands in your own before shuffling your right to her waist, wrapping it around her loosely. You double-checked your left hand was holding hers correctly, ticking off the list in the book Etta had given you that was safely stored in your sack.

“And now… we sway, as your tongue describes it.” You chuckled, guiding her to sway from side to side.

Diana’s heart soared. The feeling of your intimacy, the distance of your hearts not as far as they used to be. She fell giddy under your touch, your gaze, your soul; and she selfishly wanted it all to herself.

You watched as she grew restless at the sight of white spots falling onto her. You pulled her even closer, looking up at it with her. “It’s snowfall, my princess. It will not harm you - it is simply fractals of frozen water.”

She looked at you in wonder, your lips almost touching, before she looked back as snow fell onto her hand and hair. “It’s magical.” She murmured.

*Indeed it is.* You thought, your eyes solely on her.

She gasped suddenly, making you jump before she apologised. “I have to go ask Steve something!” 

You watched her race off into the pub, your hand still outstretched as if your will could bring her hand back around your wrist.

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