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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 13: Case Fic

Crimson Demise | @tami-ryver Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,385 Main Tags/Warnings: One-Sided Attraction, one-sided Castiel/Dean Winchester, Creature Castiel (Supernatural), Vampire Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Vampire Castiel, Hunter Dean Winchester, Scared Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Emotionally Hurt Dean Winchester, Possessive Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Horror, Body Horror, Blood, Blood and Gore Summary: Dean closes his eyes. This is it. This is the end, he is going to die here. He can feel the being walking toward him, almost silent footsteps making him whimper. Dean shivers when the being breaths against his neck. Dean doesn't even try to defend himself. He can feel the power of the creature. There's nothing that can save him now.

Cerulean Eyes | @tami-ryver Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,702 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Hunter Castiel (Supernatural), Hunter Dean Winchester, Hunter Sam Winchester, Monster of the Week, Case Fic, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel Being an Asshole (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Being an Asshole, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Blood and Gore, Gore, Blood, Angst Summary: The sight that greets him is going to haunt his nightmares till the end of time. Dean falls on the ground, horror written on his face and his throat closes with fear. He is shaking from fright and he wishes he never went to see what the noise was all about. As he is pretty sure, this is the last thing he will ever see.

Urban Sonata | @verobatto Rating: Mature Word Count: 4,150 Main Tags/Warnings: Music professor!Castiel, cop!Dean, case fic, modern setting, murder, BAMF!husbands Summary: When one of the Professor Novak's pupils dies by overdose, he immediately finds out is not a Suicide. As he desperately tries to convince Detective Winchester about his suspicious, he will engage into a ragedly seek for the murderer by making justice by his own hands. Or... How Detective Winchester's world trembles in the moment he meets the most devastatingly gorgeous and bamf guy of the universe.

Visionary | @verobatto Rating: Mature Word Count: 5,570 Main Tags/Warnings: AI, socially awkward nerd!Castiel, cop!Dean, strangers to lovers, adventure, modern setting Summary: When the incredible AI Angel contacts officer Dean Winchester in his own computer, the newbie cop didn't expect he was about to live such an incredible adventure. There's a cyber attack coming to his country and he needs to seek for Castiel Novak, a young and famous genius who's the one that created AI Angel. He is the only one that can stop this attack. Will Dean be able to find him on time?

Sacred | @verobatto Rating: Mature Word Count: 9,067 Main Tags/Warnings: Priest!Castiel, hunter!Dean, openly bisexual Dean, flirting, falling in love, case fic, demons Summary: The best exorcist, Father Castiel Novak is authorized to free action for a dangerous mission: to find and send back to Hell the powerful Prince of Hell, Azazel. No one can get in his way, no one but maybe one insightful tall hunter and his stubborn and flirty big brother. Will Castiel be able to fulfill his mission while trying not to succumb to this new unexplored sensations Dean Winchester makes him feel for the first time?

Beneath The Snow | @notastupidbird Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12,082 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Hunters, Fallen Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Solo Hunter Dean Winchester, Hunters For Hire, Monsters are Known, Inspired by Mushishi, Soft Castiel/Dean Winchester, Case Fic, Snowed In, Winter, Minnesota, Parent Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse (victim is a teenager and the abuse is only briefly implied and not depicted), POV Dean Winchester Summary: While stopping for gas in snowy Minnesota, Dean and Castiel meet a woman who says her son has been unable to feel the cold ever since his father died. Even in a world where the paranormal is mundane and the supernatural is known, some secrets try their best to remain hidden beneath the snow.

The Elevator Game | @motherofdragonflies Rating: Explicit Word Count: 88,005 Main Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Intrustive Thoughts, Heavy Angst, Canon Divergent, Enemies to Lovers, Divorce Arc, Choose Your Own Adventure, First Kiss, Hand jobs, Blow Jobs Summary: *The game is simple. Get in an elevator, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.* When his brother goes missing after investigating the death of a teenage girl in a hotel in St. Louis, Dean Winchester is dismayed to discover it involved an internet legend called “the Elevator Game”. He’s even more dismayed when Castiel—who walked away weeks ago and hasn’t been returning Dean’s calls—shows up, also looking for Sam. Dean doesn’t want to work with Castiel, and Castiel doesn’t seem thrilled about working with him, either. Can they put their differences aside when they discover that Sam disappeared after playing the Elevator Game? Will Dean and Castiel play the game and travel to the Other World themselves? Will they find Sam before it's too late? The choice, dear reader, is yours. You are in control of the story. But choose wisely, for once you play the Elevator Game, things may never be the same again.

The Trapdoor (WIP) | @davidfosterwallaceandgromit Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 161,878 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Alternate Season/Series 13, Canon rewrite, meta narrative, Case Fic, Monster of the Week, Divorce Arc, Purgatory Prayer, Sobriety, Summary: In a moment of danger in Apocalypse World, Dean lets Castiel possess him. When they get home, they don't expect anything to be different. Or: How to break the bonds of your narrative by stepping out of the frame. Season 13 & 14 rewrite featuring Divorce Arc 2.0, Widower Arc fallout, Cas and Jack father-son time, Mary and Dean mother-daughter time, man vs narrative minus Chuck plus Billie, and lots of casefic.

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could I also ask for some general relationship/romance hcs with michiko & norton?

-📀 anon

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ Ooh, Michiko and Norton, hm? I see... I can do these two, no worries. They have been on my list, anyway. Hopefully this is up to your expectations, 📀 anon. I tried my best with these two. ♪

Oh, and I'm trying a new format. Hopefully this is more easier to read. The last thing I need is for this to look.. Clunky. ”

General Romance HCs for: Michiko & Norton Campbell

Romance? What romance? Norton had expected the concept to not be possible with him.

Because of his past, he actually thought that life would be cruel to him. He's lost his companions in the accident... Others thought of him as a scumbag... Why would you think that he would be blessed with romance of all things?

The biggest thing that had changed his perception was definitely when he came to the manor. Enduring night terrors wasn't the greatest, and because of the life-threatening and altering events he endured, he's built up walls to protect himself.

He actually had nightmares of it- the gnawing fear feeding into the trauma he endured, the many times he had pushed others away, even using them in the past as stepping stones...

Norton truly thought that he was the scum of the Earth. A dead man. He does not deserve something so... So foolish and sweet as love.

... And yet, when he does fall in love?

He falls hard.

Don't get me wrong: a man of his caliber and experience is not an easy one to romance. He's a stubborn soul till the end, and can even be spiteful, too. But during his time in the mines and even with others in the manor, he's learned a few things on romance.

He likes to take the matter slow. He rushed into a few things himself in the past, and it has cost him. Because of that, he learned to take his time and ease himself into the relationship.

He, like Grace, likes collecting things. However, he would only collect authentic and real gems and minerals, often showing it to his lover when he deemed them to be trustworthy.

Norton is a bit of a flirt, but not overly or over the top. He likes to take it on a subtle turn, making sure that only he gets to see his beloved flustered or act embarrassed.

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually touch-starved! The Prospector likes to hold his lover close and show his affection that way, often opting to kiss parts of their skin and even trace words on the palms of their hands. However, if his lover expressed that they want to hold him and do the same, he might act a little... Adverse.

Be gentle with the man, please. Even if he pulls away, he will secretly thank his lover if they insist and help him stomp out the uncertainty cropping up on his mind. Even when in a relationship, he has moments of self-doubt and self-destructive behaviors, so it would do some good if his lover is able to get him out of it.

He would sometimes toss a magnet to them if he sees them in a match, mostly to get them away from the hunter, or (if its a friendly match), just to hug them. What? Can't he do that?

Hehe, how cruel... Of course he would do that.

In special days and anniversaries, he'd even have some dates planned. Getting stuck in the manor doesn't yield much date plans and locations, but with his lover and in love, the Prospector will do anything to make it special.

God knows this man is protective, and to a bigger fault than people may think. If there is someone that would put his lover in harm's way or even something in the match going awry, he'd be there to shield them.

He may dislike getting hurt after, but seeing his lover safe, it felt like getting new scars is worth the effort.

A man with a streak of misfortune as Norton is, there's a lot of mystery behind the once greedy survivor. Although now that he's a lot more... Lax, he's able to show his love to his beloved if they stuck by his side for so long.

Despite seeing the prettiest of jewels and minerals, to him, his lover is the prettiest and rarest of them all.

“ ... Sometimes, I wonder what makes you attracted to me. We're both opposites, but I guess that's what makes the saying, ‘Opposites Attract’ true, hm? ”

Oh dear... Michiko is probably not the best with romance. Or, at least, rekindling it.

Let's just say the Geisha has had her experience with love. She had fallen in love with Miles, after all, and after all that she endured, she has yet to return to it when she was still in grief.

Much like Norton, be patient with the lady. After her first time, she's a lot more wary and wouldn't want to hurt someone's feelings for her withdrawal nature.

She is a little avoidant of romance in this aspect at first, thinking that she herself did not deserve any sort of affection from others. Combine that with the prejudice in the past...

It is understandable on why she's too cautious of people, and especially to those who like her, yes?

Although she may be reluctant to start again in the aspect of romance and courting, she has her own ways to show she likes someone once she has fallen for the person in question.

It is a bit of a slow burn before she gets to really liking the person, considering the underlying trauma and fear she has in showing her vulnerability. She's still trying to recover through it, but sometimes, she would contemplate on what makes someone so... Special.

Although, when she fully falls for the person, that is where the actual healing path starts and her desire to love again.

She used to do performances due to her job as a Geisha, so she would often show said performances to her lover if they wish to see it.

A woman that respects tradition despite the prejudice she endures from Westerners, she would teach her beloved how some of them operate, just so they would know how things work and especially when a special occasion comes.

Michiko is a woman that values quality like most, but she does have a bit of a habit in tending to her beloved's needs like a quiet wife should. She would do it without even thinking much of it, giggling when she see the embarrassed look in her beloved's face.

What? It's cute, come on— admit it. It isn't every day you really get to see her smile now, is it?

She often likes to be the one to put on makeup for her and her lover, depending if they really want to dress up with her. She would also be the one to manage their outfits, sometimes having others help in tailoring specific costumes and keeping it hush-hush.

In matches, Michiko would often travel with her beloved around the map whilst speaking to them. She wouldn't mind having to listen to some stories with them, or even speak about her own tales. If they're lucky, she'd even put on a little show for them and the other survivors!

The butterfly she summons out of resentment seem to flock over to her lover, akin to a moth drawing itself close to a flame. It is interesting when this happens, because Michiko would swear that they like her lover more than herself.

It did came with a downside, in that sense that she would find herself dashing over to her beloved in her Prajna form when she wasn't feeling up to being nice.

Not that she minds, really— have you seen her grab emote? Yes. She'll do that to her lover if that was the case.

Speaking of her Prajna form, she would actually use that form around her lover rarely. Though, when they desire it, she will turn into that form and let them do what they wish.

She is a lot more unhinged when she's in that form, but miraculously, the lady would act like a domesticated beast and wouldn't even think of acting on her urges when she was not in her beauty form.

She does express her shame switching into it sometimes as she doesn't like to scare her beloved. The Prajna form is only reserved to matches and if there's people she really, really dislikes. Almost heavily so.

However, if her lover expressed that matter with an affirmative or a comforting statement, she will ease herself in showing that form more often.

Geisha is one of the few hunters that have experienced love, and although it left her with a bad experience, she is doing well and is healing through the love shared with her partner.

All it takes is patience and honesty— after all, she has endured so much in her time.

All she truly desires is for life to be kind to her, and to give her another shot of romance.

“ My beloved, it's a pleasure to see you again. I have something I wish to show you— a performance for you, as today is a special day. Would you like to see it? I'm sure you'll love it. ”

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My silly “little” OC Eike! (this is gonna be a long one, buckle in)(Also yandere related content) 

Eike is the youngest of three children and the shortest in his family (hilarious isn't it), which is a slight sore spot for him. He was raised by both his parents and two older brothers. Eike started being homeschooled when he was 11 after a bullying incident in middle school that left him hurt (ref scars on his face) and the school did nothing to stop it. Due to spending a large portion of his adolescence (and subsequent MAJOR growth spurt) at home, he constantly hits his head on door frames at most places. Despite his height, he’s just a big ‘ol puppy. He loves going to college and being able to make proper friends, just smiling constantly and excitedly talking to people. When he first meets Gavin, he genuinely finds his (awful) jokes hilarious and proclaims him to be his best friend (Gavin gave up trying to flirt with him). Perfectly remembers the first time he met Harper and had a “waaaaaait a minute” when he met him again (greatly appreciates not having to break his neck to talk to someone). 

(now on to his likes and dislikes) Love love LOVES bugs, but loves moths even more. The first time he saw a fluffy moth he said it looked just like him and cradled it in his hands till it flew away (he denies it to this day he cried when it left, don’t listen to his brothers). His entire family has a very close connection to nature, their home is a 5-minute drive to the closest road. It’s to the point that the inside and outside of the house are littered with plants (even the bathrooms man). He finds it the greatest honor when someone tells him a secret and takes keeping it VERY seriously, you can’t even torture it out of him. His mom gave him his first knife when he was 11 after what happened and made him promise to protect himself if someone tried hurting him (he now has 30 knives…). He grew up listening to folklore, cryptids, and myths; Knows all the signs of nearly any supernatural creature and habitually tells people “not to anger the spirits”. 

He’s interestingly enough very private about his family life, no one who knows him has ever met any of his family or seen them (Only ever talks about anything they’ve done to him/for him.) …Spoons… So. Many. Spoons… (His brothers hid spoons in his room…his closet, his bed, and his bathroom, it was the one he found in his plant when repotting it months later that made him hate them.) Hunters used to hunt on his family’s property and constantly were a problem; It took one of his brothers getting hurt for the problem to be taken care of (he was too young to remember what happened, but does remember all the blood). The town tried to intimidate his family into giving up their land to build more homes, starting to cut down the trees right outside of the property. It was when one of the cut trees landed and destroyed some trees on their property did the town learned its lesson. The first and last time he went to the beach, a crab grabbed his toe and nearly snapped it off. He was 13, so his family just left him home whenever they went to the beach (His brothers tried scaring him with a crab shell, but he ended up liking it and now hangs it up on his wall.).

(referring to 5 min ship, not all tho) He would always steal his family's clothes and hug them whenever he had nightmares or missed them. It feels like he’s being hugged by said person (if he can’t wear it, he just wraps it around his head T^T). His family mostly showed love through actions, always hugging and gifting each other things (they say “I love you” at least twice a year). He tends to admire bugs and take pictures of them before letting them go. He either gives the meanest glare to whoever is bothering his love interest or physically intimidates them when they try to touch them. He’s only been in 2 relationships, each lasting over a year and both ended because he was too possessive (He’s better at his jealousy now but will be in a foul mood for a few minutes… or hours, really depends) 

Was this long? Yes. Did I space out halfway through it and just realize that? Also yes. I love my skrunkly little OCs and giving them fairly fleshed-out backgrounds. I wanted to add that Eike is a decadent of Dryads/Nymphs along with his father and brothers, his mother being a witch. I know that supernatural creatures are canon in-universe, I just hope I'm not stretching tooo much T-T. The leaves in Eike’s hair are PART of him and hurt when pulled on, kind of like pulling out a weed or carrot (they grow back) I love his little ears and slightly greenish skin :3 Im gonna crawl under a rock (for now). Harper and Camp willow peak belong to @campwillowpeak (the silli knows too much but likes to pretend he doesn't :>)

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tw rarepair week 23: day 4, only one bed theo/malia

|| for @teenwolfrarepairevents event

|| tags: hurt/comfort, post canon, full shift malia, full shift theo

Malia wakes up to the smell of pain first, then the sound of light sobs, they come from the body next to her. She turns over as carefully as she can, not wanting to startle Theo too much.

They’re staying at hotel just outside of Beacon Hills after dealing with a rouge group of hunters, Derek and Peter were supposed to help them but something popped up back in Beacon Hills so it’s just them. Theo had tried to get a room with two beds but they had shown up too late for anything but the stale smelling room they’re in now. Malia hadn’t minded that she had to stay in the same bed as Theo, they’ve done it before, months into being the main protectors of Beacon Hills since the rest of the pack went off to college and the pair have become closer.

Another cry pulls Malia back to Theo. He’s curled in on himself, his heartbeat telling Malia that he’s at least awake and not stuck in a horrid nightmare that she’s seen him have a few times now. She takes a moment before moving a hesitant hand onto the middle of Theo’s back, feeling how he goes rigid a moment but quickly relaxes into her touch.

“Theo? You alright?” The answer is clear by the tear tracks stained down his cheeks and ragged breaths he takes in. Malias chest aches as she shifts to be in front of Theo, cradling his cheeks to softly wipe away the stray tears still slipping down Theo’s skin.

“I just— I can’t sleep.” It’s a little mumbled and all Malia can do is nod, forcing Theo to talk wouldn’t help either of them. She wouldn’t want to anyways, they have an unspoken agreement that they won’t push either into talking or discussing hard topics, it’s why it’s so easy to be vulnerable with him.

“Just breathe, I’m right here.” Theo puts up no fight when Malia pulls him into her chest, tucking his head under her chin as his arms wrap around her middle.

“Malia?” She hums lowly

“Do you ever miss when you’d sleep in your den?” The question takes Malia off guard, she tips her head till her eyes meet Theo’s wide ones. There’s a glint of hope behind them, something that’s waiting for a certain answer.

“Sometimes. I like being human, and I like being in a house, but sometimes I miss the feeling of my old den.” Theo presses a soft kiss to Malias cheek when her voice wobbles the smallest amount. Anyone but Theo wouldn’t catch it, even another supernatural creature wouldn’t be able to pick up on the shift, but Theo does. He always does. Malia hadn’t noticed it till a couple months ago but Theo knows her better than anyone else, they’ve bonded deeper than she ever expected them to.

And nobody else would’ve kissed Malia so tenderly, so simply. It doesn’t feel pressured or hungry or awkward, it’s just them. Theo and Malia, in a moment where nobody else matters, nobody’s opinions on them or anyone else’s feelings matter; they’re free to be themselves.

“I miss sleeping in the woods, when I’d run from the doctors I’d shift and stay in the woods to hide from them. It was nice— not just to be away from them— but to see the stars and be in my wolf form.” Malias heard tidbits about Theo’s time under the dread doctors control and how when things got extra bad he’d run away. They always found him, it might’ve taken a few days, but the doctors always got him back. It still makes Malia feel sick when she thinks about it.

“We could go out to the woods now.” She says because it seems like the logical thing to do, the hunters they were dealing with are shipped off to jail for trying to shoot Theo, there’s no other threats in the area, and nobody else in the pack to be concerned about.

“Are you sure?” The need to ask if she’s being serious is unnecessary, Theo knows, and she knows he knows.

“Let’s go.”

-

After Theo slips the card for the hotels door under the small doormat for them to grab later, and Malia’s able to get them into a clear part of the woods, they shift. Malia can smell the relief pouring off of Theo, and the ease in his eyes makes Malia smile.

It takes a second for Malia to get used to the feeling of her coyote form again. She stretches her limbs out, coming up behind Theo to nudge her snout against the side of his face, getting him to lick at her with a content nuzzle of his face. Theo leads Malia over to a tree, soft leaves and grass poking through where Theo curls up. Malia lays behind him, almost covering half of him, protecting him in a way, she listens as his heartbeat slows with exhaustion.

The stars shine when her eyes lift, the tree tops move slightly with the summer breeze flowing through the air. She can feel her eyes flutter with the feeling of Theo’s breathing under her, she lets them, they’ll both sleep better out here.

[yamitsuki-devillie]

Prompt day 10: Angst

This is a small moment that happened just after Moby survived a mer hunter attack, he's extremely hurt and exhausted. Yami and Gin rescued him and brought him to their crater to recuperate, they already patched him up, but the poor guy keeps having nightmares and can't rest properly, so Yami came to comfort him while Gin takes care of the mer kids.

Prompts list by @intistone

Tw: Blood

Prompt and small drabble under the cut.

A long night with a whale and a salad.

On the middle of the ocean, there's a small pack of whale mers swimming, the youngest one, a 5 years old male sperm whale mer, is swimming close to its mom, making happy warbles for his mom while the bigger blue whale mer is chuckling at her adorable baby nuzzling him. "Stay close, okay sweetie?"

The baby mer nods bapping at his mom while swimming around him. His mom smiles watching him before a stir starts on the pack and she immediately perks up, trying to understand what's happening. "Father, what's wrong?" She looks at the oldest whale mer on the pack holding her kid close, who's confused about what's happening.

The older sperm whale mer immediately answered: "Human hunters! Stay together everyone!" The pack of whale 5 mers enter on a defensive position around to the mer who has a kid. The blue whale mer immediately perks up in surprise growling defensively to the ships moving over to them.

She looks down to her kid, feeling dread for some motive, before quickly hiding him in a submerged cave, saying in a fully worried voice. "Stay here sweetie, don't come out till I come to get you."

The kid warblers worried, hesitantly nodding for the blue whale mer. The big female mer immediately swims over to join the group while her kid is hiding, ready to help out in protecting the group. The baby sperm whale mer hides deeper in the cave, starting to wait for his mom.

He waits… and waits… and waits… after several hours, the mer slowly perks out wondering what is taking his mom so long…. He never regretted something more than he regretted it. He regrets that moment more than anything. Especially after seeing his mother… with no glow on her eyes and red everywhere in the water.

The sperm whale mer, who now is a 20 years old young adult, jolts awake, hissing in pain before looking around him in a frenetic movement… He is in a covered area, in the island he was brought to after finding him hurt in an isolated shore, the black sperm whale mer sighs in relief, black bags under his eyes, before hearing another voice.

"Another nightmare?" The sperm whale mer snaps his head in the direction of the soft feminine voice, seeing one of the… kelp creatures that brought him here, kelpies they called themselves, the female kelpie walking over to him with an empty mug of a hot drink… cappuccino, that was how the kelpies called it right?

He looks at the female kelp creature for some seconds before hesitantly nodding to her question. "....Yes…"

The kelp creature nods in understanding, putting down her mug on the nearby beach table, moving closer to him. "I came to check on you."

The massive mer slowly looks at the kelp creature, before looking at the strange white patches on his body, the female kelp creature called it bandages, she said it would help him to heal his wounds. "..... It hurts…"

The female humanoid salad looks at the bandages before sighing, looking back at him. "I know they hurt… but it will get better." Moves even close to him, signing for him to lay down.

The sperm whale mer tilts his head in confusion, not understanding her signal and he just looks at her, confusion in his eyes, before he understands she wants him to lay down to rest. The mer complies after the realization hits, laying down in a comfortable position before looking over at Yami, he hesitates before asking her. "Do you promise? Do you promise they will get better?" The kelp creatures didn't hurted him and treated him well during the days he's here, but he still isn't 100% sure he can trust them…

The female sea monster nods, before answering: "Of course I promise…" She slowly lifts her hand, making the mer tense a bit, before she gently starts to pet his horn and head, being careful not to touch his bandages, a sad expression for seeing such a creature so hurt.

The mer tenses more, confused about what she's doing… It's weird but not in a bad way, it's actually…. nice and comforting to be touched like this, he doesn't know what she's doing, but she isn't going to complain about a nice and gentle touch, the mer leans against her hand unconsciously.

The kelp lady blinks a little surprised, smiling softly for him and she keeps petting him, wanting to comfort the poor mer. ".... Mind if I stay here with you?"

The mer looks at her, very surprised before starting to think about her offer… if she stays here it means more of these nice touches… He nods a bit, trying not to show that he likes her staying close to him.

The kelp woman smiles, before taking out a beach blanket to sit on, resuming her petting. The mer is still a bit confused about her action, before it clicks that she didn't meant to stay just for a while, but indeed for a long while, not like he's complaining.

He thinks for a while, before asking in a soft and sleepy voice, leaning more into her touch. ".... What 's your name?" He opens his eyes looking at the female kelpie with bright violet eyes.

She perks up, looking at him surprised, she could swear she said her name to him, but she answers him nonetheless. "My name is Yamitsuki or just Yami, and you?" Keeps petting his head.

He makes a soft rumbling hum. "Yami huh?..." He thinks about his name, he doesn't even remember his name, it's been so long since he last heard it… "....I don't have a name."

Yami blinks surprised and looks at him…. "Oh.. I see…" She thinks for a while, before looking deeply in his eyes. "..... Mind if I give you one?" She pets his horn gently, waiting for his answer.

The massive whale mer's eyes widened in shock. She wants to give a name to him? The cogs are turning in his mind for some moments. He snaps out his shock, before nodding a bit, still laying down. "..... I would like that…"

The tall female kelpie smiles, her violet eyes shining, before she observes him for a while to think of a good name for him… She has a good idea of a name and smiles. "What about… Mobydick? or just Moby for short?"

The mer thinks, checking how to say his name. "Mobydick… I like this name." His eyes have a glow of happiness.

Yami smiles at him, proud of his new name. "So your name is Mobydick, I hope you like it." She resumes petting the massive mer, sitting on her haunches while humming a soothing and calm song.

The mer unconsciously leans against the kelp lady, his eyes becoming heavy, he likes her singing… It makes him remember his mother, when she sang for him to sleep every night. The mer slowly falls asleep being petted by the kelp lady, his green eyes closing while he enjoys her voice.

Yami blinks softly, surprised by how easy he fell asleep, before smiling, her eyes becoming even more softer. She keeps petting the sleeping mer, who this time sleeps without nightmares about his conturbed past. Soon the female kelp creature fell asleep alongside the mer, no more nightmares for either one tonight.

[kykyonthemoon]

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Lost and Found

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When an argument after a hunt leads to you determined on finding your own way back to the car, you find yourself lost and found.

Requested by Anonymous: “i would love to see some more protective angsty fluff!! i'd love to read something like back to you again! that's my comfort fic”

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, swearing, arguing, mentions of injury, blood, fluff, kissing

Stupidity. Mistakes and stupidity was the running theme of that entire hunt from the very first start of it down to the last minute of it. Mistakes that resulted in injuries that could’ve been avoided, even if they were minor. Mistakes that only brewed a certain green eyed hunter’s anger till that simmer turned to a boil and he nearly was sent over the edge.

Little by little, more fuel was dumped onto that fire. One thing after another it roared, burned hot from within him. He didn’t hold any of that anger towards you, not truly, but he was angry at just how little you cared about the fact that you’d gotten hurt. He wasn’t truly angry with you, but his anger has a funny way of bubbling and spilling over, searing any and everything when he tries to communicate, or lack thereof. He’s got this way of experiencing his emotions so intensely, for years and years, but even with the time that’s passed and the experience he’s got with them, handling it doesn’t come easily to him.

He was angry, he was pissed, beyond that at your nonchalance of how the hunt has gone. It went as far south as it could get and then some, it was nothing but disastrous and it bugged him to no end.

To top it all off, the anger that’d boiled over was fuel for an argument, one that bounced off the trees in the woods you walked through, echoing in the vast expanse and bouncing back the angry words you’d spoken. An emphasis on the retorts the two of you’d been making.

To top it off, two pissed and stubborn hunters going head to head in an argument never went well. Two stubborn hunters with a temper hotter than anything resulted in the stupidest thing you could’ve done that day.

You’d gone and walked off, went out on your own to find the car out of spite, just to make him mad and it worked. Man, did it ever work. He initially egged you on, told you to go ahead and go because Dean Winchester had a history of saying things he always comes to regret once they spew from his mouth in the heat of the moment. But when you did, when you did go off by yourself just like he challenged you to he’d shouted your name till his voice was all but raspy.

At first he thought you were messing with him, trying to piss him off by digging your heels in and ignoring him. But after a few minutes pass and he still didn’t hear your grumbling voice or your stomping footsteps crunching the leaves or snapping twigs littering the ground, that’s when that panic started to settle in and that singing, burning feeling grew hotter in the pit of his stomach till it was near unbearable. Your efforts on being spiteful had gone and gotten you lost in the woods, a place that looked the same no matter where you turn and it was an absolute nightmare.

You were lost.

This wasn’t some haunted abandoned hospital, it wasn’t a ghost ridden house that contained his search within brick walls and gave him some hope. It wasn’t a building he could find you in. It was the middle of the freaking woods, a playground for monsters just dying to swoop in and steal you away from him in no time. The mere thought of it made his stomach twist and churn. The simple idea of a monster laying its hands on you with nothing but intentions to harm you made his mind turn into a frenzy as he clenched his fists a little tighter than they’d been before.

He was burning up inside. The anger in the pit of his stomach becoming nauseating as he stood amongst trees for as far as he could see. He spent what felt like a lifetime looking left and right, calling out for you, each time a little more frustrated than the last as his voice echoed back.

It’d been two hours—two hours of looking for you until he finally did.

It was more than obvious he was pissed, he didn’t need to say it. He was tense as he walked along a step ahead of you, his footsteps heavy as his boots came down and pressed against the muddy ground.

Each and every time you snuck a glance at him, you could’ve sworn that crease between his brows deepened just a fraction more than it had the last time and the time before. His jaw was tense with anger and his cheeks were flushed the palest shade of pink beneath spatters of freckles, a telling sign of his feelings. Dean Winchester rarely ever flushed, so when he did, no matter how slight, you knew he’d really been worked up.

He was huffing, every other breath it seemed, he was walking along with heavy footfalls, scuffed leather boots snapping twigs and pressing into mud with every step. It didn’t help that you were just as angry, with him and with yourself for getting yourself lost out of spite just to piss him off.

To be fair, he egged you on and told you to do it, that’s what you told yourself.

The silence was deafening despite the constant crunch under his boots paired with yours, despite the grumbles under his breath about which direction is the right one to go in and how the hell the two of you were supposed to find your way back out. It was quiet between the two of you and you wanted nothing more than to just know where the car was so you could bolt, so you could run off and meet him there.

Sure, you’d have to sit in the car with him for the ride back to the motel, and it’d be just as quiet and tense and near maddening as it was right in that very moment. But at least you’d get a small reprieve to distract you from the bout of emotions raining heavily upon you like there was a nasty rain cloud right above your head.

It was mainly anger, and a whole lot of it, swirling around and not getting any better it seemed. It was picking at you and you felt it in your chest, in the pit of your stomach as you walked next to the hunter that’d been the cause of it.

Your face was burning hot from it even though the rainy weather was colder than comfortable, your hands clenched tightly to the tattered cuffs of your jacket sleeves. You were flushed and freezing all the same.

You hated the way that hunt went, so far south you were quite sure it couldn’t have gotten any worse save for you getting dead. It was a mess of mistakes and clumsy accidents and you wanted so desperately to scream, to put it behind you and never think about it again. You hated hunts like these, setting you back by a million miles as it dented your ego as a hunter, severely bruised the way you saw your ability in hunting monsters for a living.

It put you in the worst mood imaginable, made you angry and want to cry all the same as you stomped along, wanting so badly just to be by yourself. By yourself preferably not in the vastness of the woods for a second time because that wouldn’t do you any good. You wanted your own space to cry and feel pitiful with your efforts in that hunt today because the last thing you needed was for the older Winchester to see you cry.

That would only further your hurt and upset more than it was.

You were already a frustrated, emotional mess and you felt like you were ready to burst and crack, break into a million pieces in a moment’s notice as you walked a pace behind him. The very one that wasn’t helping you be any less angry when he was a part of what had been causing it at the moment.

“Would you take it easy with the huffing and puffing?” You say, mild annoyance in your tone as you walk. “Can barely hear myself think.”

A moment passed, fleeting before you heard his chuckle. It was a humorless snort, one that was accompanied by a head shake as he glanced at you briefly. His amusement by your words only made you more frustrated, but he really wasn’t all that amused more than he was irritated.

“Don’t think you’ve done much thinkin’ today anyway, sweetheart,” he says, looking ahead as he continues to walk.

But you stop, you pause your steps as your brows knit together deeper than ever as you scoff. He notices, he notices that you’re not next to him anymore, he notices there’s no stomping footsteps, he notices when he hears that very scoff that’s practically out of this world with how dramatic it is. He notices and he slows his walk, fully turns around to face you when you open your mouth.

“It wasn’t my fault and you know it, Dean. There was nothing I could do to make it any different,” you say, voice loud but not quite yelling.

You watched as his gaze narrowed at you, lips parting as he stepped a little closer to you and if it were possible, steam would be coming from his ears. His lips pursed momentarily, nostrils flaring as a brief moment of quiet passed between the two of you.

“Nothing you could do…” he scoffed, incredulously at that. “Nothing you could do? Y/n, that’s a bunch of bull and I ain’t buyin’ it.”

You rolled your eyes, jaw clenching as you turned your head away from him. You hadn’t seen it, you failed to notice the way his eyes bounced along the side of your face, his gaze lingering on the sharp scratch running just above your eyebrow and curving up your forehead some. It lingered and it took everything in, the sight of even something so simple as a scratch on your skin having bugged him to no end and he hated it. It drove him nuts and he didn’t know how to express it any other way than frustration.

But you didn’t notice that, the way he looked at that scratch that was borderline worse than that. You didn’t see the flurry of emotions that flickered across his face while you weren’t looking, that look he’s got hardening once your gaze fell on him once more. A gaze that brought together an unhappy look.

“It was either me getting a few bumps and bruises or that monster getting away,” you say, a little louder than the last time you spoke.

“Then let the damn thing go!”

His voice was loud, faintly echoing amongst tall trees and dripping rain. Cutting through the sound of the inclement weather and the rustle of leaves under muddied boots as he makes a slight shift in his foot. He shouted as he stood there, chest heaving and he knew he let his frustration get the best of him. The both of you did. He’d gone and let his anger boil over and he hated it.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dean. It’s a freaking monster,” you say.

He knew that, he knew that fact very well and he didn’t give a crap. It’s one monster out of hundreds and hundreds roaming around in places they haven’t even gone to yet. They were everywhere, millions of opportunities to take down more in the years he’s got left to kill them. He was only twenty-six.

There were hundreds and hundreds of monsters left to hunt in your lifetime, he could live with one freaking monster getting away if it meant you wouldn’t get hurt. He doesn’t give a damn about some supernatural douchebag right now, he never cared about them as much as he did you.

He wasn’t being ridiculous, he was worried more than anything.

You didn’t get it, you didn’t get how much it bothered him. How much it drove him crazy. You didn’t get it and you never have, and maybe you never will because you’re just about as stubborn as him and there was no changing that. It makes him crazy when you go off and do whatever on a hunt just for the sake of keeping others safe. He admired it but hated it all the same because he knew it meant you’d put yourself in danger to keep someone else out of it.

He was the very same way and he hated the idea of losing you to some monster. It may have been selfish, but he didn’t have it in him to care about that.

“Call me what you want, I don’t give a crap. But you almost got yourself killed today with the stunt you pulled today, you realize that?” He says, not quite so loud as before but still plenty. You opened your mouth to retort but he wasn’t finished. “We almost had a damn hunter’s funeral. So you can be pissed all you want, cause you don’t seem to care about what the hell went on back there. And you damn sure don’t care that you ran off in the middle of the freakin’ woods cause you’re mad at me. It was stupid and you know it, Y/n.”

Your brows furrowed a little more, your jaw clenching tightly as you swallowed down the lump that was adamant on sticking in your throat. You felt the tears that wanted to well up and spill down your cheeks, your felt they sting and burn. He wasn’t wrong, you’d done some stupid things that day. You went off in those woods and got yourself lost. It was something that scared you way more than you would ever admit, not that you needed to because Dean knew you better than anyone else. But you were terrified till you heard his voice call out for you, terrified until you saw the green eyed hunter after thinking you never would again.

He was right, but you’d never admit that.

You were tangled up in a million different emotions, torn between wanting to dig your heels in and make the angry Winchester angrier, and wanting to bury your face in his chest. You were torn but you were quick to make your decision.

“You’re unbelievable,” you say, pushing past him and fully intending to walk ahead by yourself once more no matter how much it scared you after getting lost the first time.

Those leaves and sticks crunched under your stomping footfalls once more, but it was brief, it wasn’t long before his hand wrapped around yours. The action was quick to keep you from taking another step to keep you from getting lost for the second time that day. You were stubborn, unbelievably so and he knew that for a fact but he’d take you hating him over losing you any day.

He could handle that, that’s what he told himself. He could just barely handle you hating him but he wouldn’t forgive himself for a single second if he let you storm off for another time that day after what happened earlier. He wouldn’t let it happen no matter what but especially not now.

You turned around to look at him, gaze narrowed and lips pursed but you didn’t tug your hand away. You simply looked at him for a fleeting moment or two before you let out a huff, walking alongside him. You were less than thrilled, both of you were.

You were tense yet the opposite all the same, your hand limp in his as he kept you close this time around. He had anger in his step, frustration in his stride as he walked amongst tree after tree in this place that felt endless. It wasn’t helping his mood being stuck in a place that constantly reminded him of that hunt that day, it didn’t help at all as he walked a step ahead of you.

But despite being that one step ahead of you, his hand was still clasped around yours, gripped a little tighter than normal.

“Would it kill you to loosen the death grip, Dean?” You ask, a tone in your voice that didn’t help his mood.

You weren’t quite done digging your heels in.

“Considering I’m not up to wandering around looking for you for another two hours while you run off on me, yeah sweetheart, it would kill me,” he says, less than thrilled.

You roll your eyes, scoffing as you try and pull your hand away this time but his grip only tightens a little more.

“Oh shut up, Winchester,” you grumble, just loud enough that he’d heard it.

He rolls his eyes, something you didn’t see as he walks along with slightly heavier footfalls. You were only adding fuel to the fire, you knew that, but the anger running through you to match his was something that was still simmering within you.

You were miserable, cold in the middle of the woods and everything looked the same. It was a steady drizzling rain, something that added to your discomfort just as much as the scrape along your knee and the bruised knuckles you got did. You were on the brink of tears as your anger and frustration mixed with the dull pain you felt, with the fear you stuffed down deep.

It took a little after that, it’d been a little while. Of walking amongst trees and drizzling rain, of chilly temperatures as your clothes grew wetter from rain. Of no words exchanged between the two of you as you walked, your shared footsteps having been the only sound the two of you had made for some time.

It took some time, a little bit of time for you to simmer down, for that anger to slow its boil until it cooled off enough for you to quit being so stubborn. Because after a while, you quit being so limp in his grip, curling your fingers around his hand and holding it just a little bit tighter.

It was subtle, so subtle but he noticed every bit of it. He felt the way you gave in, knocked down that wall of anger just enough to give into the fact that you wanted his comfort. You would never admit that, you’ve got too much pride to do that. You barely wanted to admit it to yourself even, but you were shaken up, too tired and bothered by the events of that day to care about holding onto your anger so much that it keeps you from realizing that green eyed hunter wasn’t going to let you get hurt again, to get lost again.

But you kept quiet, didn’t say anything as you kept moving along. He didn’t say a word other than the occasional clear of his throat, or a swear under his breath when the hike through the woods seemed like it’d never end.

You wanted nothing more than to shower, to stand under warm water and wash the day off of you, tears surely mingling with the water. To wash away the stress and dirt and watch it rinse away. You just wanted to tend to the injuries that stung, surely irritated and red as your jeans chafed and rubbed over the sensitive skin. You just wanted to climb under the blankets of that motel room bed and take comfort in the sound of the thunder and rain rather than be stuck in it.

You wanted nothing more and the bout of relief that washed over you had been insurmountable at the sight of that sleek black car waiting for you just where Dean had left her. Waiting to be climbed into and hightail it out of there and back to civilization. You were tired, both physically and emotionally and the desire to sit was nearly too great as you dropped his hand in favor of gripping the handle on the passenger side door.

You sighed as you took a seat, closing the door before the rain could pelt down too much on the interior. It was safe in there, safe from monsters, safe from rain, safe from the chilly temperatures that made it impossible for you to warm up.

The trunk of the Impala slammed closed, Dean rounding the side of the car before tugging the driver’s side door open and sitting down, the car jostling before he got situated and closed the door. You could tell he felt the same relief you did, that he felt the same comfort that he’d finally been settled within his car rather than being stranded out in the elements like the two of you’d been for hours.

He turned the car on, that familiar roar sounding and the vents pushed out cool air till it started to warm up. You sat there for a few moments, sat there in park till you noticed the way his hand hovered over the clutch, hesitant to put it in drive. Your brows furrowed and he could feel your gaze, speaking up after a moment.

“You’re gonna freeze if you keep that jacket on, it’s soaked,” he says, turning his head to look at you.

“‘M fine,” you mumble, that stubbornness not quite having left yet.

“Y/n, I can feel you shaking,” he says, no humor in his tone as he purses his lips.

You huff and roll your eyes, turning your head away from him as you wrestled with your rain soaked jacket to get it off, the mere struggle itself doing plenty to heat you up some. But in that process, the cuff of your sleeve, that metallic button it’d had, it scraped across that scratch on your forehead just enough for it to hurt. Just enough to make it a little bit worse.

He notices before you can feel it, notices the drops of crimson forming and beading over the irritated scratch, building up just enough for it to trail down your temple in a dripping line of crimson that was slow to fall. You felt it soon after, felt the tickle on your skin and you’re quick to wipe it away, swipe it with your finger tips before he noticed but it was already too late.

You gave him a glance, one that spoke for you but he returned it with one of his own.

“Can we go?” You ask, impatience weaving around your words.

You may have been stubborn, but you’ve got nothing on Dean Winchester. You knew he wasn’t going to give in that easily, you were positive as he lifted his hand, the pad of his thumb brushing along that scratch with the gentlest touch you could imagine. He was tender with the action, his brows furrowed deeper than moments before.

He looked at it for a moment before his hand dropped in favor of opening the glovebox, digging around a bunch of fake ID’s and various old flip phones before he grabbed a small plastic box and closed the glovebox. It was that first aid kit he’d kept in there ever since he was eighteen. He always kept it fully stocked, always, flipping open the lid to reveal that it was indeed full just like you knew it would be.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, copying your earlier words.

There was no talking your way out of him cleaning this scratch up, and it’d be foolish to think there was a chance in you doing that.

He ripped open a package, pulling the small antiseptic wipe from it and unfolding the little square, turning in his seat and bending his knee so he could face you.

You barely looked at him, tense as you crossed your arms over your chest. He lifted his hand once more, gentle as he swiped the wipe along your skin, blotting away any blood and dirt that could get in it and make it worse. The alcohol stung and it burned, making you tense your jaw in a way that he noticed.

He sighed softly as he discarded the dirtied wipe in exchange for a fresh one, this time having tried a different approach. His hand was calloused and warm as it settled on your cheek, turning your head to face him. It didn’t drop from your cheek as he moved to clean up that scratch a little better, keeping it there to keep you from shying away from the sting of that wipe and he wished it hadn’t hurt, he really wished it didn’t.

You took notice of that as his thumb brushed over your cheek in a pattern, a back and forth pattern that comforted you more than you’d admit as you fought to let it show.

“‘S a little better,” he said, clearly displeased that you’d been hurt in the first place.

His hand lingered on your cheek, his gaze on you as you lifted your own and caught it. It’d been the first time in the last forty-five minutes that you truly looked in his eyes for longer than a few seconds, the furrow in your brows a little softer, and much less filled with anger as you swallowed thickly.

You saw the way the corner of his mouth quirked up every softly, slight as his eyes bounced between yours. He tucked your hair behind your ear with a gentle swipe of his fingers, the very tips of them brushing over the curve of your ear.

It was only a matter of seconds before he’d tucked the first aid kit back into the glovebox, before he reached over the back of the seat, snagging the flannel blanket from the footwell that’d been tattered and well worn.

His smile was soft but much more visible if you let your gaze linger for long enough, vanishing some at the side of that scratch. But he wrapped that blanket around your shoulders, tucking it around you until he felt it’d been sufficient enough. He’d wrapped it around you and turned away, foot on the brake before putting the car in drive.

He hadn’t started moving yet, hadn’t started cause he felt your gaze on him again. He always could. He turned his head to see it to be true, your gaze much softer as you let out a quiet sigh through your nose.

You bit the inside of your cheek, your mind racing with the thought of why you were even mad at him to begin with, and why you still were. You weren’t.

You couldn’t be, not as you still felt the warmth of his hand on your cheek even though it wasn’t there anymore, or the warmth of the blanket around your shoulders. You couldn’t after feeling just how gentle he’d been tending to your wound, gentle as he always was. It was next to impossible to continue your anger, you knew it was and you simply couldn’t continue with it, not without feeling ridiculous and absurd.

You were quiet as you scooted a little closer on the bench seat, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek before you let your head rest on his shoulder.

He sits there for a second or two, and it’s not long before you feel a kiss press to your forehead, lingering as his smile is faint, growing softly. It’s a smile that goes unseen but he doesn’t need it to be seen, knows you can feel it, can tell it’s there. He doesn’t say anything as he sets off down the dirt road to make his way to a paved street, to make his way to the motel.

You may have gotten yourself lost that day, may have gotten hurt, but he’ll always find you.

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casablanca

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request by anon: Hi hi hello, I've a request night be a tad much but up to you to judge, reader is a fellow avenger and gets severely hurt and when Bucky finds her after a battle he's scared she might not make it and there's a lot of "please don't leave me/I can't lose you" and such, pretty please maybe? 👉👈

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You were lying in the wet ground, sunk in the mud, with not enough strength to move a finger. You coughed the last time you tried to ask for help, choking on your own blood flooding your throat. Your whole life was playing in front of your eyes turned into one of those bad comedy movies everybody hates but can’t stop watching it. The three holes hosting the untraceable bullets burnt in your chest. You couldn’t describe the agony you were through at that exact moment. Not only by knowing that you were going to die alone under the cold rain, but all the things you were going to miss.

That agent of Hydra took you by surprise, being more stealthy than even himself expected. He shot you in the back, but he was too far for the ammunition to cross your anatomy, being stuck within your organs. And you didn’t know what could be worse. A slow death to give you hope to be found, despite the suffering and the torture, or a quick death not having any chance but skipping that nightmare. In the end, not even Stark could help you to heal from two bullets in the right lung and another in the shoulder blade. He could keep you alive for a couple of days maybe, but at what cost? At the cost of seeing everyone around you begging you to be strong, to continue fighting? You wish you could survive one second more, but life was abandoning your life bit by bit, while behind you the blood mingled with the mud.

You were cold. Your teeth were rattling. The pain was disappearing progressively as your eyelids rolled down. Not even when you heard the noisy engineers from your ship, you were able to open them again. The tiredness was taking control over your body and you were accepting it was your time to go. The amount of blood you had lost was probably irreplaceable, meaning nothing how quick your squad was.

He practically jumped from the ship, running faster than ever in his life. He didn’t even know when he started to cry. Bucky kneeled on the ground to hold you onto his arms and raise you with all the care he could have in a moment like that. He had seen a lot of people dying in different ways, mostly because he killed them. But this was different. You were everything he had now, losing you wasn’t an option. James was about to collapse when he managed to lie you on your stomach on the stretcher that Stark and Banner prepared for you. The silence inside the ship was shattering, only interrupted by the heartbreaking crying from the soldier, not loosening the grip on your left hand.

“C’mon, doll… Don’t do this to me”. He sobbed pressing his lips on your forehead, while the others were cutting your uniform to find the bullets stuck in your back. “Please… Ple— Please, bear it a little longer”.

Nobody around them wanted to say anything about the fact that they didn’t know you two were this close, being the first time seeing and hearing Bucky this desolated. They were used to his grumpy mood, his staring in silence. But when you were alone, it was quite the opposite. He was kindly, playful, loving, and sweet. It was something that continued surprising himself, it was too easy to be like that with you, tho. And watching you dying... It had been by far the most painful moment of his life. He’d prefer one hundred years serving Hydra again than not spend a second more with you. Just a second. He’d pay that price more than gladly.

The first bullet was easy to remove from your shoulder, but Banner and Stark exchanged worried gazes when it came to the other two puncturing the lung. It was a big deal. They had nothing to lose, if you had to die, at least they’d try it till the end. Natasha sprang into action, being an expert with those kinds of untraceable bullets and the damage they could make, while Bruce started to monitor your vital signs at the same time he supplied you morphine and anesthesia.

“Don’t… Don’t leave me, ple— please”. Bucky begged once and again, kneeling close to you, spreading wet kisses because of his tears everywhere he could. “Y’know… You promise me… to watch Casablanca together. We have a lot of things… to do. So, please… please… keep breathing”.

“Buck… Hey, Buck… Com’ere, let them work”. Steve placed a hand on his half metal, half flesh to make him stand up, but he slapped it.

“NO!”

The soldier was determined to not abandon your side, giving them enough room to continue with the improvised surgery. He needed to give you all his strength, even silently praying to God for your life as he had never done before, not having a single idea of what else to do. Placing his warm hand on the back of your neck, James fixed his forehead to yours, crying louder as he thought for a second you weren’t breathing anymore.

“You can’t leave me… You can’t, (Y/N)... You're the only thing I have now...” He whined in murmurs, trying to not pay attention to the constant beep coming from a device behind his back.

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[thekillingjoke-haha]

YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

[lovelyghostlyharmony]

Supernatural- nightmares

Dean-

Dean has nightmares about losing Sam and you. He had lost Sam so many times but thankfully gotten him back, but he always worries about him and since he has been with you his fears have doubled because he worries about you and things happening to you. Sometimes the nightmares would get to the point where he wakes up and he just needs to hear from you to make sure you are okay. Dean was having nightmares about you, he was terrified of losing you, you don't know much about protecting yourself or the supernatural, and Dean worries about losing you. He was dreaming about one of the cases he had seen happening to you and he thrashes in bed before waking up and laying in bed, terrified till he calmed down.  You have about what happens to Dean and also Sam as he is a friend. When you have nightmares about cases, you know there is nothing you can do about it so you will just have to try to live with it, and when it comes to the nightmares involving Dean and Sam you just remind yourself that they know what they are doing. You were having nightmares about Dean getting killed because of the job he does. Due to your job you get a lot of ideas of what could happen to him, you know he can look after himself but you still worry about something happening to him. Once you wake up from the nightmares, you'll lay in bed until you've calmed down and manage to fall back asleep.

Sam-

Sam has nightmares about losing his older brother, Sam has nightmares about losing his brother, Sam has lost Dean a lot of times and he is scared to lose him permanently, at the same time he is scared of something similar happening to you, he doesn't want anything happening to you. When he has nightmares involving you, he will find one of the pictures he has of you and will lay there with the picture before tucking it away and falling asleep. Sam has nightmares about Dean being killed by Hell-hounds and sometimes his nightmares turn from his brother being murdered by the Hell-hounds to you being killed by the Hell-hounds. When this happens he will wake terrified and sit up, looking around scared. He will dig out a photo of the two of you and lay there before tucking it away and falling asleep.  You have nightmares concerning losing Sam due to his job. You worry about losing Sam and Dean due to what they do, you just don't want to lose them. When you have nightmares like these, you will just wake up worried and try to go back to sleep. You have nightmares about losing Sam to what he does, you will wake up after watching Sam die, and lay in bed close to tears and will wipe your tears and lay worried in bed.

Castiel-

Castiel doesn't sleep but he does worry about you, he knows that you can look after yourself as you are a hunter but you are a hunter and that gives him a reason to worry and when he does worry like that, he will come to you and talk to you about his worries. Cas worries about you, and being new to human emotions Cas still isn't really sure how to deal with these emotions, and because you are more likely to get hurt than he is, his emotions often confuse him as he isn't sure how to deal with them, so when he is worried about you, especially you getting hurt or killed and he will often come to you if you're not busy and sit to talk about his concerns. You don't have to worry about Cas as much but you still can't help but worry about him. You do have nightmares about him getting killed due to him being an angel, you also have nightmares about losing Sam and Dean whilst the three of you hunt and you not being able to hunt. You try to deal with this simply by shrugging the nightmares off when you wake up scared and worried. You have a nightmare about losing an angel being very unhappy with the lot of you and so they killed Cas, Sam, and Dean in front of you. This terrifies you and leaves you worried about the three of them, you try to shrug off the nightmares knowing the guys are more than capable of taking care of themselves but he never stops worrying you.

Gabriel-

Gabriel doesn't sleep so he doesn't get nightmares but he does worry about you, he worries that you are going to get caught up in his family and he is worried that something will happen to you because of it. When this happens, he will often just make sure that no one, no angel is hurting you. That something could come after you, especially another angel, therefore, he will often use his powers to keep an eye on you and tell you to be careful. You have nightmares and they seemed to be focused on Gabriel getting hurt, sometimes because of the pranks he plays but also because of the fact that he is an angel that left his post. When this happens you will just go and cuddle up to him and let him know you were having nightmares and he would just cuddle with you. You had the nightmare about Gabriel being killed because of his siblings, they came after him for abandoning his post in heaven. You awoke scared and trembling, you climbed out of bed and go to find Gabriel and sit with him, leaning into his side. Knowingly, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head, "It's okay," he says softly.

Michael-

Michael always worries about you, just because of the fact you walk home and that worries him as he doesn't want to see you get hurt. He also worries about another angel or demons are going to be coming after you because of the fact you are with him. When he worries about this, he will often come and pick you up so that you don't have to walk home alone. Michael was worrying again, it was a habit of his, you had a late-night shift and he was worried about you walking home as he didn't want anyone or anything to come after you because of the fact you are with him. Because he worried about you so much, he decides to come to pick you up, especially when you work late or would walk you there when you work early. You don't really have nightmares that often and they aren't usually that bad either, but when they do get bad, they are often about bad things happening, you are worried about demons coming after both you and Michael. When you do have nightmares about these things you will sit with Michael who will hold you close to him until you fall back asleep. You didn't know much about angels and demons, just a few things here and there, but you worry about Demons coming after you and Michael, they would especially kill Michael because he was an angel and it would leave you terrified. You would wake up and go and sit with Michael, still shaking slightly and he would wrap around you worriedly, ''I'm okay, just a nightmare'' you tell him as you cuddle him.

Balthazar-

Balthazar worries that one day he will lose you as you go hunting. He has seen you get hurt and he worries that one day he won't get to you in time and he will lose you. Balthazar will always make sure he's got his 'ears' on for you and makes sure that he's keeping watch over you when he can. Balthazar knows that you like hunting, he's worried that one day whilst he is off doing something else and you are hunting, you are going to get hurt and he won't be able to make it back to you in time to save you, so Balthazar always keeps an ear out for you praying for him or needing him so he can get to you if he needs to rush back. You have nightmares about losing Sam and Dean, you've lost them several times as it is but you have nightmares about losing them again, you also have nightmares about dying yourself. When you have nightmares about Sam and Dean, you will remind yourself that they are okay, other times you will go and watch a movie till you calm down again before going back to bed. You have lost Sam and Dean several times and it always hit you hard when you almost lose them as you consider them family, you had a nightmare about the two of them dying and you will wake worried about them but you know that they will be okay but you will often have to put on a movie until you calm down enough to fall back asleep.

A/N- I started this a few weeks ago and I finally decided I'd finish it. hope you enjoyed it, send in any requests you have.

[remsmoonlight]

— title : candy coated promises

— word count : 2.6k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : a chance conversation between you and daryl leaves you realising just how much of a sponge daryl’s mind is when he comes back from a run with an unexpected gift.

— warnings : mentions of alcohol, light mentions of deaths of loved ones

“ Daryl x reader. Daryl comes back from a run and has found readers fave chocolate and keeps it hidden all day until they have watch together then surprises them with it and gets a big awkward hug from them, making him blush like a tomato on the outside and feeling happy on the inside. “

            ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   requests are open ! / requested by @phoenixblack89  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

A rugged backpack is slung lazily over the shoulder of Daryl after a successful run , as relaxed as Daryl could find himself those days, the stress and alertness still molded every inch of his body as if they’d been there since day one. Perhaps they have been, he contemplates. After all, growing up, his life had not been a beautiful, tangled mess of fairytales and light, rather it had been the inspiration for nightmares. Still, he doesn’t dwell on that life unless he has to, the world has chosen to live a different life and that does not hold space for past memories.

For him? The past can be a painful reminder of a way of living that has long since been deceased — focusing on what once was is the best way to take away the focus of living in the present.

Only a few days had been spent at the prison, the majority of the time had been spent making it somewhat fit for purpose, despite no life being there to tend to its upkeep. They’d been burning through what little the group had of their stockpile of supplies, preferring to stay inside the barbed wire fences. To enjoy the moment, how little it may be. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d been able to just rest without the need to tread into a dangerous path .. perhaps it had been at the farm? It feels like it has been a lifetime since they’d had somewhere to regroup, to rebuild their strength to its optimum.

Being cooped up with his group, as much as he thought of them as family, he had slowly began to feel suffocated by the prison’s metal gates — even in the apocalypse do they still do their job well, even a day away has given him the much needed space his soul craved to breathe. Respite that had sorely been needed.

Daryl’s mind wanders off to a conversation had a few months prior, something so insignificant to you yet it stuck to his mind like glue.

“ If I knew the world was gonna end and we’d spend the rest of our lives trying not to get eaten by walkers, I’d have stocked up on my favourite things. “

The hunter turns his eyes to you strangely, almost in confusion as it inks itself into his features as he continues to stare at you. You understand why he’s so confused, it had rather come out of the blue since you had been enjoying the company of the other — a language without words that you are fluent in when the other is around.

“ Huh? “

“ Well, “ you begin, your eyes widen momentarily as you shift to face him, your knees complaining silently at the movement. “ Life is difficult as it is, but you know what makes it a little less hard? “

“ Booze? “ he guesses immediately, his shoulders shrugging with little liveliness.

“ Okay — ! You got me there .. technically ? “ you pause, your brows furrowing as if to allow your mind to thoroughly work through that answer. Your mind retreats back to the days where you spent nights where you should have been studying, to parties where the alcohol appeared to flow without a limited supply.  “ But, your favourite things make this nonsense easier. “

“ Same shit. “

“ You’re no fun today. “ You complain hopelessly, a wispy sigh dancing off silently in the summer’s breeze never to be seen again. Again, you shift your position and allow your chin to rest on your knees.

Night shift of being on watch had been left to the two of you, if anything you enjoy taking the night watches. Your heart takes comfort in a certain tranquility the night brings, leaving time for you to gather your thoughts and to reflect on the day and everything it had brought. The empty space the farm brought only adds to the charm.

Many of those watches had been accompanied by Daryl, in the beginning he’d seen you as nothing more than a nuisance who couldn’t keep quiet. Of course, with the movement of time brings change. You’d found a wavelength where there was less and less venom sent your way. Edges that had spent more time bathed in a haunting concoction of hatred and hurt began to dissolve little by little as he spent more time above air, an understanding had been reached.

“ Ain’t much to be laughin; ‘bout now. “

“ Hm, I suppose you’re right. “ You nod to yourself, your eyes scan the endless horizon of the farm, following the eerie trail the moonlight leaves as it grazes the Earth below. “ Still, I would kill for my favourite chocolate bar. I’d stock up on them if I ever get the chance. “

“ Yeah? Wha’s that? “ He questions you lazily, carrying on the conversation while turning to face you momentarily.

You tell him the brand, going into specific detail as you try to replicate the taste on your tongue from nothing, itching for a momentary break in a world painted red with the blood of the living and the dead. It’s a silly belief, yet anything that helps you to build a fog of a perfect illusion for no matter how long is worth it, the human brain can only take so much darkness surrounding it before it takes a hold that feels as if it will never succumb to the light.

“ Keep y’eye out. Y’might get lucky one day. “

“ Luck is a rare thing to have nowadays, Daryl. “ you whisper, more to yourself than the man who sits by your side. A twinge of pain buried deep within the arms of your words, though not hidden enough as Daryl spots it swiftly. “ It’s becoming rarer each day. “

“ Guess y’gotta make y’own luck then. “ He offers lightly, unknown that his mind has already stored the information away.

He’d developed a fondness of you, his original opinion had been turned on its head and he hated to see even the slightest hint of suffering penciled into your features — unspoken, he’d decided, even in this world, you were made to smile. He’d seen the light and joy that you brought to others, it’s only right that you should experience the same. Even over the smaller things, which is why he would promise to himself he would be on the lookout for the very chocolate you have your heart set on experiencing once again.

Heavy thuds punish the gravel beneath him as he treks back to their new home, observing the complete transformation in their expressions. Even after going through a lifetime’s worth of trauma with these people, realising people who are genuinely glad about his presence returning, even happy to have him there, is still something that he’s to get used to. Every time he finds himself faced with this situation, Daryl recognises the uncomfortable prickling sensation that begins in his fingers and inches outwards, under the veil of self preservation. But Daryl knows better. He has been the fool to such emotions before and that has only left him lost in a sea of silent distress, powerless. No longer does he listen to that mischievous voice in the back of his head that gorges greedily on his self sabotage.

Searching for your whereabouts had been the original plan on his mind, but he’s quick to rid that thought from his mind. Unable to bring himself to just be ready for the surprise on your face.. Or lack of. The conversation had been so long ago that he wonders if it had been no more than a passing wish, left forgotten as a passing fancy that holds more weight to him than you.

The day romantically dances with the dusk that slowly rolls the night on, stars shining so bright without the bright glare humanity brought with it.

“ You’re on watch tonight, they’re already up there. “ Rick informs Daryl with a pat on the back, of course, the smirk that paints his mouth so gleefully is hidden in his retreat.

Steps to the peak point of the guard tower felt as if they have shrunk, the distance feels lesser than normal, he notes to himself. Better now than never, he silently remarks. The confectionary lays safely tucked away in his side pocket, he’d have physically clipped his ear himself had he forgotten to bring it, he’s warmly thankful of his memory in this case.

“ Daryl! “

Closing the door with a lone click the noise alerts you to the presence that joins yours in the darkness. It feels like months since you’d laid your eyes on him, when in reality it had been little over a day. But when you spend twenty four hours with people you now call your family, even the hours you do not see them, time flows at a hauntingly slow pace. Had you your way, you would turn those hours into minutes.

“ When did you get back? “ You ask with a beam, your eyes more colourful than ever.

“ A few hours back. Got ‘nough supplies till a group can go out. “ Daryl answers simply, moving to lean against the railing of the guard tower.

“ You know, you could have taken one of us along. “ You offer, hoping the need is left out of your voice.

Uttered only to Maggie, you’d divulged your fear of losing people. The fear of never seeing those you’ve grown close to clouds your senses, the beating of your heart unable to rest until they are in your line of sight — a thought that if you go with them, you can do something constantly swirls in your vision. Of course, you know that won’t always be the case, but it’s all you can think of when your family temporarily misses a few members.

Winter had brought many challenges, and there had been times when you’d see them come back with scrapes and bruises that would leave your heart aching.

“ Nah, needed to do this by myself. “

“ You sick of us already, Dixon? “ There's a coating of humour as you question him, a smile accompanies your word hand in hand to assure him there’s nothing but humour.  “ I’m telling you now, you’re never allowed to be sick of me at least. “

“ You’d be the first person I’d have’ta get out of my hair. “ He answers back with a gruff, his hand reaches up to ruffle your hair slightly.

“ Don’t be so mean. “ You whine, pushing his hand back with a short burst of laughter with a richness that could rival the purest of golden honey.

A silence overtakes the two of you after the rare display of playfulness that you know most would not associate with the rough looking hunter of the group. It’s in these moments you find yourself looking up and feeling your heart full to the brim with an intense amount of gratitude, that he’s comfortable enough around you to allow you to peek into a different side of the man. This is not something you will ever take for granted.

“ You come back with much today? Or did it look like vultures have hit the spots? “

“ Wasn’t too bad. “ Daryl responds, shaking his head as he speaks. “ We got enough for a while, till we can get a group out. “

“ Hopefully we can make a home out of this place, I don’t think I can take any more of this moving about. “ You confide weakly, your nails pick at each other as you remember the time between the farm and the prison.

Daryl agrees with a huff, the winter had been hard on everyone in the group. The more he studies everyone in the group, the more differences he can see between them and those who had been on the farm. No one is the same as the people they were months prior. Daryl argues that is for the better, a certain amount of ruthlessness is now a tool required to breathe for an extra day in this world.

“ Ain’t my idea of home, but beggars can’t be choosers now. “

“ If we weren’t, I’m sure we’d all be in one of those huge mansions now. “ you sigh heavily, yearning for all the comforts you had come accustomed to. They are long gone now.

“ Y’know, I came back with sumn’ for ‘ya. “ Daryl starts, rugged fingertips descend to reach into his pocket, touching the plastic wrapper that protects the sweet treat. “ ‘Don’t know if y’want it though. “

Your eyes light up at the possibility of a gift, they rival the stir of the stars in the night sky that illuminate the darkness with their might. They may as well cower from the blinding shine as they witness the colourful wrapper come into your view, the audible crinkle brings out a quiet giggle with the grace of a ballet dancer as it twirls away into the air.

“ This is for me? “ You confirm, your hand hesitantly reaches towards his as if waiting for him to tell you that he is playing a silly joke on you.

Only that doesn’t occur.

“ Yeah.. I remembered a while back y’said that ‘ya wanted one. “ Daryl explains as he hands you the chocolate bar, the other hand reaching back to rake his nails against the back of his neck — almost as a distraction technique. “ Thought y’might’a forgot. “

Your teeth plunge deeply into our bottom lip, attempting to quell the grin that is moments from overtaking your features. Even if he’d been unsuccessful in apprehending the chocolate, even the thought that he remembers such a trivial conversation is enough to send a burst of adoration further than any galaxy reached by the heart of a dying star.

“ Daryl.. “ A whisper is spoken as you begin, turning  your sight upwards to meet the man. “ You didn’t have to. “

“ Wasn’t any trouble. “

“ Thank you. “ Gratitude is expressed, you speak with a warmth in your words as you do. “ I mean it. “

Daryl doesn’t speak, it’s not a case of having nothing to say, but rather what he should say. His actions are not done with the intent of receiving appreciation, he does it because he wants to and in his mind, is what’s right. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unable to take in the intensity of the affection sent his way.

The attention of the hunter is lifted back into reality as he feels a weight against his, arms tangle themselves behind his back and strands from a headful of hair tickle his nose as he realises you’re currently hugging him. The change is slow as he tentatively relaxes into the action, it’s so faint the two of you barely realise it’s happening until a weight sits lightly on each side of your body. He has never realised until now how much he has needed human contact that comes with no ties until now, a connection that doesn’t hinge on the deal of giving and taking as a nothing more than a cold transaction. A content breath of air slowly tiptoes away into the weak breeze that blows through the prison at a leisurely pace, of course, the air does nothing to suppress the heat that burns the cheeks of the man.

“ ‘S nothin’. “

“ Daryl, even if you came back with nothing, you still had the thought there. “ You stress from your position, your grip tightening on the man. “ You wanna share this with me, or what? “

As the night marches on, you wonder if the chocolate could ever be sweeter than one Daryl Dixon. Though, in your heart, you know that may be a fight easily lost against him.

[necros-writing-stuff]

But what if PC did manage to save Bailey, Eden, and Whitney? (Maybe they found his gun/knife/etc or somethin) How would he feel waking up in the hospital to them sleeping in a chair nearby? I simp for these 3 and seeing them hurt, hurts me.

Writing angst hurts so bad man, I love when the LI hurts the PC, but when the LI gets hurt or others are added to the equation I want to cry.

Under cut for mentions of violence and length

Bailey

Was working hard all day, half asleep as they make some soup before bed. They take a quick toilet break, not being there to notice someone sneaking in and drugging it.

They're sat in their office, reviewing what they've been up to when you waltz in, pyjamas covering your body.

Let's you come sit in their lap while they finish up, knowing you'll want to stay in their bed due to nightmares you've been having.

They really shouldn't indulge you so much, but they can't really help it.

When your stomach rumbles they let you taste the soup, only for you to spit it straight out.

"That's drugged. Someone tried to give me that when I worked at the stripclub, Bailey, I promise," you turn to them, alert and panicked but they can only smile a little, the haze settling in properly.

Cursing, you run to their bedroom, pulling the handgun out from under the pillow and sitting back in their lap, grabbing for their phone and asking them to unlock it.

Constantly checking their temperature and lucidity as you do so.

It takes a little, but you manage to get it open and go straight to a contact you'd heard them speaking to regularly, asking them to send someone over to guard them and that there was a possibility people might try to break in.

The next morning, Bailey finds you still awake, sat next to their bed with the gun in hand, eyes trained on the door until their shuffling draws you eyes. Looking over Baikey is a private doctor they trust.

"Oh thank fuck, you okay?" You sit next to them, placing the gun down and grasping their cheeks, much to the annoyance of the Doc, who steps back a little.

Confused they'll ask what happened, immediately getting angry and jumping out of bed despite both of you telling them to lay down.

You'll have to convince them to slow down as they spends the rest of the day ordering their people to start asking questions, but ultimately they just let you follow them around worrying all day.

Needs to be working immediately because they don't want to show weakness.

Starts painting the windows shut in the orphanage so it's harder for people to sneak in.

Never ever leaves their food alone again.

Is very impressed you managed to remember the name of the person who works for them, thankful that you were so quick thinking.

Theres no telling who could have drugged them, hospital staff, police, Quinn. Good job on sticking to the inner circle.

When you come home the next day, you find a box on your bed. It's full of new, expensive clothes and you know it's from Bailey. A thank you for looking out for them.

Eden

Panic starts to encompass them as they fall to the ground, surrounded by hunters they'd threatened weeks ago.

Where were you, were you safe? They can hurt them, but not you.

Drifting out of consciousness a little as they hear a gunshot and a scream.

You stand at the door, Eden's forgotten rifle in hand after shooting one of the intruders in the foot. You shoot again, aiming for another when they start to scatter, not anticipating another person to be here, let alone armed.

You're silently thanking Eden for teaching you how to shoot, as you advance down the stairs, shooting into the trees hoping you hit another one of the fuckers you'd seen beating your spouse.

You can still hear them yelling as you run over to Eden's collapsed body, seeing them struggling to open their eyes.

You grab the water bottle they strap to their belt, dripping it over them and lightly slapping at their cheek, looking up and around every few seconds to check noone was sneaking up on you.

It takes a few minutes, but Eden starts being cohesive again, working with you as you get them up and bring them inside, locking the door behind you after ensuring you fetch anything that could be used as a weapon from outside.

You get the salve you made and start treating wounds, gently talking the entire time to remind Eden that it was you, they're safe, it's all okay.

Eden is just glad you aren't hurt, wrapping their arms around your waist and pressing their face into your chest, breathing in your scent.

So clingy for the next little while.

"I shouldn't have let my guard down, what if they'd been here to hurt you-"

"Eden for gods sake I'm alright, let me help you now okay? What if you have a concussion?"

Let's you fiddle with them to help calm you down. They feel fine, just come here.

Wants to cuddle, kissing you every so often.

"We should start building a perimeter tomorrow," they'll suggest, and you agree, eager to give them something that'll bring back their sense of control.

You can tell its hard for Eden, to have been beaten like that. You let them be more controlling for a little while so they can get their confidence back.

"And I'm proud of you. You can really shoot well," they'll mumble into your neck as they drift off, a little unsure of themselves. They aren't really sure how to praise others, how to show affection that isn't physical.

Makes you breakfast and gives you a massage the next day, a silent thank you for saving them.

Might also use their wood-carving skills to carve you a little figurine of you holding the rifle, letting you put it above the hearth to remember your brave moment.

Whitney

The good mood is interrupted, when the teens in tracksuits grab at you, separating you from Whitney and trying to subdue both of you.

You're not sure how many times you see Whitney get hit before you manage to rip your mouth free of whatever keeps it covered, drawing in a full breath as you scream "FIRE!" at the top of your lungs.

You'd read somewhere it was more affective than 'help' or 'rape', and sure enough, some adults run over to the alley and begin yelling at and chasing after the delinquents who run.

You fall to your knees and hold Whitney close as someone calls an ambulance, asking if anyone knows their parents so they can go tell them what happened. No one does, and you can't unlock their phone, so you just stay with them when the ambulance comes, trying to cover them with your body so people couldn't see how badly hurt they were.

With no way to contact the family, you're asked to accompany Whitney to the hospital, staying over night so the police can take a statement about what happened and so that Whit can have someone take them home the next day.

When they wake up, you're resting with your head on the hospital bed, right next to their hand, which they use to pet you till you wake up.

Whitney tries not to cry when you throw yourself over them and tell them how thankful you are that they're okay.

It's been a long time since anyones been so openly concerned. Since anyone has given a shit about how Whitney was doing. Most of the time people just wanted to be friends with them for the social perks.

Leans on you when they walk, limping along. This is after they've spent half an hour stumbling alone on their own, finally giving in and letting you hold them up.

At school, Whitney is a little quieter while they recover. River glances over to them in class, seeing them rest their head on the desk while you play with their hair. They're being quiet, and everyone can see the wounds, so they let you be.

Feels a little lost without you around for a bit, using you as a safety blanket. Walks home alone one night and end up flinching at every shadow.

Never actually says "Thank you." Just gets more and more kind, stops tieing you up on Mer Street, pulls you away from dogs trying to get at you, is slightly more gentle when you fuck.

Might get you a personalised lighter one day. Just in case noone believes you next time you need to yell fire.

[sharkboygirlish]

Nightmares.

ONE-SHOT(Maybe)

Word Count: 1414

Disclaimer: One Piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warnings: None.

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: I was thinking about how luffy absolutely for sure has ptsd from his insane childhood & how he probably deals with nightmares from time to time bc of it. i like to hc that he goes to cuddle with various crew mates when he’s having a really hard night; and that he started doing it bc of the very first night he and zoro spent in the boat together so I wrote about it, lol. 

this is mostly from zoro’s pov & honestly now that I’m writing this post I might make this a series alternating between luffy’s pov and the rest of the straw hats when he comes to them for comfort bc I love writing cuddle fics. we’ll seeeeee.

Summary: Zoro’s not used to comforting people, but for his captain? He could learn to be. 

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Lost somewhere in a foggy dream land, Zoro woke when he was startled by what sounded like soft cries drifting into his left ear. ‘What the hell?’ 

Cracking one groggy eye open, the swordsman turned his head in Luffy’s direction to find him thrashing side to side with his arms thrown over his face like he was defending himself. 

Were they under attack? He sat up to get a better look but he didn’t see anyone else in their boat. ‘So Luffy… Was still asleep? Should he try to wake him up?’

“Oi, Luffy! Wake up, you’re just dreaming.” 

He must not have spoken loud enough because Luffy didn’t react. Instead, he started twisting even more violently to the point that the boat rocked with him. It sounded like he was mumbling the phrase, “I won’t tell you,” over and over again but Zoro hadn’t the faintest clue why.

“Luffy! Wake UP!” Zoro tried again, this time louder, and when that didn’t work he swore. ‘The hell else was he supposed to do?!’ He had to put a stop to this before Luffy capsized the both of them.

Without many other ideas, or options really, he decided to plant one of his knees on either side of Luffy’s thighs, trapping them. Then he reached down and grabbed one of the rubber boy’s wrists in each of his hands, pinning them to his chest and pressing his whole torso against the bottom of the boat.

“Snap out of it Luffy, you’re havin’ a nightmare!”  To his great relief, Luffy’s eyes finally fluttered open but his pupils were like pinpricks, his breathing erratic, head whipping around like he wasn’t sure where he was. 

When his eyes landed back on his first mate, Zoro noticed how his pupils dilated back to their normal size. “Zoro..?” He managed to slow his breathing as he looked up at him, slightly confused but considerably less scared. It was almost like recognizing Zoro’s face had been what calmed him down.

The pirate hunter heaved a quiet sigh, releasing Luffy’s wrists and sitting back on his heels a little, regarding the boy lying beneath him with something in his expression akin to sympathy. “Does that happen a lot?”

Luffy was quiet for a while, gaze sweeping off to the side like he was remembering something he didn’t want to. Stuck to his eyes were a layer of tears that made them sparkle like the stars above their heads. His voice was quiet when he finally did answer. “Sorta.”

That was troubling for more than one reason. Zoro furrowed his brows, concerned, arms moving to cross over his chest before he realized that he was still straddling the captain’s thighs. ‘Shit, fuck, whoops.’ 

Blood threatened to burn his cheeks as he quickly moved off to kneel next to him instead. This time he knotted his arms together because he was self-conscious.

Luffy didn’t seem to think anything of it as he sat up and hugged his shins to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. He looked so… Tired, and small. 

A stark contrast from the fearless captain that had leapt in front of a flurry of bullets to save him from execution without thinking once. It hurt his heart to see Luffy like this. ‘But what could he possibly do to help?’

“Is there… Anything that’ll make them stop?”

“Well…” Luffy knit his brows together as he thought for a moment, looking in Zoro’s direction. “It never happens when I sleep with someone.”

Zoro stared back at him with slightly narrowed eyes for several seconds.

‘He couldn’t possibly be talking about sex, right? There was no way. Did -- Luffy even know what sex was? Never mind - he must have meant literally sleeping next to somebody else.’

“What, so like… Cuddling?”

“I guess, yeah.”

He was blinking so innocently over at Zoro that the swordsman felt his heart wrench like he’d been stabbed. “…Why cuddling?”

“Dunno. Just makes me feel more safe.”

There was no reason that he couldn’t do that for his captain. None that weren’t rooted in machismo ideals about when/how it was appropriate to comfort or be affectionate with other men, at least. 

“I…” He began and then hesitated, glancing anywhere but directly at Luffy. ‘Why was his pulse spiking like this? What the hell was he so nervous about? Knock it off, idiot.’

Zoro bit the inside of his cheek to punish himself for being so out of control of his own body. Hard as he tried he just couldn’t keep his face from turning red as he spoke. “I’ll sleep with you, Luffy. If it’ll make you feel better.”

If he noticed him blushing his captain didn’t comment, but he did lift his head into a slight tilt. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, you know.”

“Of course I know that, dumbass,” Zoro dragged a hand through his hair, his face burning even hotter than he thought it could. He started to chastise himself for being so stupid and embarrassing but then Luffy smiled at him. 

Not the wide grin he tended to give out during the day, though. This one was smaller, less in his mouth and more in his eyes. Zoro calmed almost instantly, the tension leaving his shoulders and untying his knotted stomach. ‘Why did Luffy’s smile make him feel so light and sunny every single time?’

“Okay,” he seemed relieved, like the offer had been exactly what he needed, “Thanks Zoro.”

Zoro heaved a heavy sigh when he was sure that most of the blood had drained from his cheeks, looking back at his captain with feigned irritation. “Shut your mouth.”

Luffy giggled, beaming with both eyes scrunched up as Zoro stretched out beside him, placing both hands behind his head. Then he moved to join his first mate, draping an arm across his torso and tangling one of his legs with his. His head settled onto Zoro’s chest, cheek pressed right over the space where his heart pounded quicker than its owner would like to admit.

“Night Zoro.” Luffy mumbled fondly, eyelids slipping closed as he nuzzled his forehead against one of Zoro’s collarbones.

‘Damnit. He was too goddamn cute for his own good.’ Zoro bit the inside of his cheek again, gazing silently up at the dark clouds shifting above his head and wondering why on earth he’d just referred to Luffy as cute. That wasn’t a word men were supposed to use to describe each other...

But for fuck’s sake, he was cute. He was fucking adorable. He was like a little kid that needed Zoro to protect him -- and he could do that. He would do that. He would do anything if it meant keeping Luffy safe. 

“Yeah,” Zoro murmured after a while, folding one of his arms securely around Luffy’s waist and pulling him in till the top of his head was nestled under his chin, “Night, captain.”

Luffy hummed back softly. A few minutes later he was snoring peacefully while the swordsman’s eyes remained trained on the rapidly thinning clouds. 

Somehow in the span of just a day this.. kid had become the most important person in his life and Zoro refused to let death take him like it had taken Kuina. He hadn’t been there to catch her when she fell -- but he would be there for his captain. He vowed to himself and the stars winking down at him that he would always protect Luffy. 

If he fell Zoro would catch him. If he was thrown into the sea, Zoro would dive after him without even thinking once. If he was captured Zoro would break him free or he would die trying.

He felt Luffy shifting against his side and at first Zoro thought he might be having another nightmare -- but then he just snuggled closer and buried his face in his neck. ‘So fucking precious.’  A small smile pulled at his mouth that he didn’t fight off.

Holding Luffy felt nice. No, it felt really nice. It gave him a sense of purpose and made him feel needed, wanted. The only other time he felt something remotely similar to this was when he got his hands on expensive sake -- but this feeling was so much better. Maybe... It was okay to relish in it for a while.

If only under the cover of night where it was just him, his captain, and the nearly endless sea.

[agirlinsomefandoms]

Senses • Bad Batch fanfic Part 4

Read on Ao3

Warnings: internal wounds, mentions of suicidal thoughts

Description: The Batch thought they were lucky that nobody got injuried during the fall of Kamino. Turns out, luck can sometimes run out.

Or; How the Batch deals with the aftermath of Kamino

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5/Final Part

Kamino always brought comfort to Hunter.

Most clones would be the opposite. They hated the rain, the kaminoans, the sight and smell.

Hunter didn’t blame them on hating the Kaminoans, but all the things that other hated he found comfort in.

The smell of rain always made his senses relax. Rolling of thunder was the only loud thing he could usually stand and watching a lightning show was one of his favorite things.

Feeling rain wash down his face always made him just stop in the moment, breath in, and remember to relax for once.

Having that gone now made Hunter’s heart ache.

Well, maybe that was partially due to falling a few hundred feet from the air.

After Wrecker was also discovered with an injury, Echo went full mother hen and scanned over everybody, saying things like “I’ve had enough of your guys shit.” and “I can’t believe you can all be so careless.” followed up by “Not you, Omega. It’s not your fault.”

So while Hunter was physically up to standard on mother Echo’s board, besides quite a few bruises from his fall, he wasn’t sure why his stomach turned as he simply sat there in the cockpit, gazing outside at the storm.

He had been awake for quite some time. Literally. The last time he slept was about two days ago, and even then it was only about three hours he was pretty sure.

Hunter rubbed his eyes, his senses tingling. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to sleep, but what plagued his mind is what steered him away for the time being.

He hadn’t had nightmares since when they first went into the field, more specifically when they actually saw real combat. Back then, that was what made his stomach turn like it was now.

But Tech and Wrecker’s wounds weren’t even close to as bad as he’s seen in his years of service. He wasn’t sure why it was taking a toll on him. Both his brothers had definitely been hit worse than that.

Hell, even when rescuing Echo he was sure he’d seen worse.

Hunter sat there for another moment as his stomach turned. Was he going to puke? ‘No.’ He thought to himself, trying to convince himself it would pass but when it turned again and he felt a heat in his throat, he knew he should probably bolt before it was too late.

Hunter opened the cockpit door at incredible speed and saw a figure coming down the hall, but didn’t even acknowledge them as he chucked himself into the refresher and barely made it over the toilet before hurling up his dinner.

Hunter slumped miserably against the side of the sink, wiping his mouth in disgust as he sensed the figure behind him in the doorway.

“I’m gonna actually strangle all of you…I’m for real. If one more thing goes unnoticed—“ Echo mumbled behind him before crouching behind his right shoulder as pressing a hand to his brothers forehead.

Hunter batted his hand away. “‘s fine. It’ll pass.” Hunter mumbled and Echo shook his head. “You should know I’m not gonna leave you alone at this point.” The half human said as he stood up and grabbed a towel to dampen it.

“Why didn’t you mention you felt sick?”

“Cause I didn’t till like a few minutes ago.” Hunter said as Echo placed the towel on his forehead and the sergeant leaned into his touch.

“Well, you’re burning up. That could not have happened in just a few minutes.” Echo pointed out, giving him a look. Hunter motioned to his whole body with a wave of his hand. “Senses. They like to mess with me.”

Echo sighed as he stood up and placed the towel on the counter. “Stay here.” He mumbled and Hunter sighed, leaning his head back in agony.

“Was planning on it.”

Hunter could hear Echo shuffle around before a new voice joined in, but he was too tired to focus and figure out who it was.

Eventually, footsteps approached and entered the bathroom and Hunter’s goggles brother appeared in front of him, his bed head very obvious.

“What hurts?”

“Take a wild guess, Tech.” Hunter mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Tech rolled his eyes, checking his brothers pupils. Hunter tried to bat his hands away but the engineer ignored him.

“They are very dilated. And if you are experiencing nausea and a fever, then it would be wise to rest for a day or two.”

“Tech, i’ve had worse. I’ll be fine.” Hunter tried to argue as Tech pulled some pills out of his pocket. “Yes, in battle scenarios. Where we had no choice but to keep going because if we rested, we risked dying. We have no missions as of now, and no risk of dying as of what we can see. It would be stupid to waste this time and ignore what your senses are telling you.”

Hunter huffed as Tech handed him a few pills while Echo grabbed a cup of water from the sink and handed it to Hunter. The sergeant looked at them with a grim look in his face, his eyes flickering to Tech’s who motioned to them.

Hunter sighed and quickly downed them, shaking his head at the slight taste of the medication. Tech stood up, looking at Echo.

“I presumed you were already awake?”

“I had just woken up. I saw Hunter wasn’t in bed so I went to find him. But i’ll be up for awhile, so I can look after him.”

“Alright, but do—“

Tech was cut off when he heard the sound of hurling, sighing as he turned to his brother. Hunter spat into the toilet in disgust.

“If you cannot keep anything down at the moment then I will have to—“

“No, cmon, Tech. No sedatives, please!” The sergeant exclaimed, pushing his hair out of his face. “There is no other option. Unless you want to spend your night on the toilet, a sedative to help you sleep and balance your senses is the next best step.” The engineer said with his hands on his hips.

“Aw, cmon—“

“It is either that, or I knock you out with our frying pan.”

Echo snorted as he watched Hunter huff and cross his arms like a child before Tech nodded in satisfaction and went off to find the sedative. Echo smiled before crouching down next to his brother.

“I hate those stupid sedatives. They always make me feel groggy.”

“Well, I think that’s the point.” Echo chuckled, patting his head. Tech came back in with a needle in his hand, crouching down to Hunter’s arm. He wiped the spot clean before inserting the needle in and Hunter didn’t even flinch.

“How long till it kicks in?”

Tech checked his watch. “Give it another thirty seconds.”

Echo thought he was joking, but they both watched as Hunter eyes slowly began to droop. He wasn’t falling asleep yet, but they could see his muscles start to relax and his pupils started to go to normal.

Echo chuckled as Tech couldn’t resist a smile. “I’ll take care of him if you just help me get him to his bunk.” Echo said and Tech nodded before he went in front of Hunter and made grabby motions with his hands.

Hunter slowly raised his hands and grabbed his brothers, letting him haul him up but only to miscalculate his close he was to the refresher counter and accidentally bashed his head on the edge of the way up.

Echo and Tech were shaking as they tried to compose their laughter, tears almost coming to their eyes. “Ow.” Hunter mumbled, rubbing his head as he slumped against Tech’s chest.

Tech snorted a bit. “My apologies.” He said, grabbing his brothers arm to wrap it around his shoulder start to help him to his bunk. Echo went to Hunter’s other side just to make sure he would be okay.

They went into the bunkroom and were greeted by Wrecker’s snoring, so they knew he wasn’t going to wake up. Tech let Hunter flop to his bed ungraciously, making both him and Echo chuckle quietly.

Hunter snuggled into his sea of blankets that he had to already help with his senses, mumbling something both didn’t hear. Tech ran his hand through his brothers hair one more time, leaning down to check his eyes before standing up straight.

“If he shows signs of worsening, just wake me. But he should sleep for the rest of the night once he decides to fall asleep.” Echo nodded and watched Tech go to his bunk across the room, kicking the trash can for the room over to Hunter’s just in case.

Echo nodded a thanks as he put it next to Hunter’s bed before sitting down in the edge of his brothers bunk and watched him play with the edge of his blanket.

Echo smiled. He hadn’t seen Hunter act so childish like before. It was definitely a different scene than normal.

Hunter eventually wiggled to the side closest to the wall, looking up at Echo and patting the spot next to him. Echo chuckled and took the offer up, sitting and stretching his prosthetics as his back was slightly elevated on the pillows that Hunter had.

To his surprise, Hunter snuggled up to him, his head resting just in the left side of his stomach as one arm draped over it. Echo didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something he was used to for the first time in a long time.

The last time he’d cuddled up to one of his brothers, it had been Fives, and they were always falling asleep together.

Having it happen again made Echo feel a bit uneasy, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.

Echo rested his hand on top of Hunter’s head and watched the sergeant slowly drift off, sighing as he sat there for awhile before noticing Hunter’s holopad next to his bed and grabbing it.

He opened it and began exploring through it, just seeing basic things like keeping track of credits, supplies, etc.

Echo saw a file and clicked on it, it opened to appear the photo of all five of them that had been taken by some civilian photographer that had asked them to do.

Usually, they were supposed to decline but for once Hunter had said ‘kriff it’ and let her take the photo and only asking in return is that she send it over to him.

It was all of their favorite photo.

Echo scrolled and saw a few more familiar videos of battles, until he landed on one with a child in it. He squinted and then looked surprised and tapped the video to play.

It was Hunter, small and tattooless in typical cadet clothes. He was doing some sort of simulation, but not one Echo had seem. He figured it was their special ops training that they had mentioned before.

Echo watched it for a bit before switching again and finding another video, then another, seeing each other Batch members so young and innocent.

Echo was only interrupted when Hunter jolted a bit against him.

The half human looked surprised and his gaze tore down to the sergeant against his torso. He trembled slightly, barely enough for Echo to catch it as his hands clenched the blanket that was draped around both him and Echo.

Echo set down the holopad as rested his hand on top of Hunter’s head and noticed he was sweating. He ran his fingers through his hair, before trialing it down his back and rubbing it comfortingly.

And after a moment more, the trembling and shaky breaths stopped and Hunter was at peace again, his mouth opened and snoring a bit.

Echo sighed, feeling a sense of protectiveness wave over him after seeing such a sight and it made him grimace before he shuffled so that he was laying down completely, snuggled up to his brother.

‘Maybe I do have mother instincts.’

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

The Same Bed - Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights. Can they help it dispite their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2845

Warnings: Fluff, angst, nightmares, slow burn.

A/N: Here you go peeps! Chapter one has arrived and is ready to be consumed. Read it, enjoy it and I’ll see you on the other side. There is also a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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She and Dean would always watch a movie together before they would go to bed. It was something of a tradition they had. After a case, they would pick a movie and watch it in Dean's room seeing as he had the bigger T.V. More often than not Dean would fall asleep before the end of the show leaving Y/N to turn it off before heading to her own room. Given the hard work he put into hunts and the fact that he’d usually be the one to drive them all home afterward, it’s not like he hadn’t earned it. Y/N would rarely wait till the end of the show once she realized Dean had fallen asleep. She would silently turn off the T.V. and retreat to her room, but tonight was different.

She had dozed off slightly, still chiming in at the louder moments of the show or when Dean would laugh. After a while, she could hear the credits roll as Dean lifted a blanket over her shoulders. Y/N was in the state where she was aware of her surroundings but couldn’t bring herself to move or make any noise so there was no point in trying to get up. She felt Dean slide down I put his head to his pillow, the blankets rustled slowly as Dean made an effort to stay quiet as not to wake her. The movie had fished, and the lights had been turned off and now, as she trailed off once again soothed by Deans breathing, he followed closely behind her, the both of them drifting off in tandem.

The dream, or more so dreams she had, were ones she had been familiarized with. Hunter dreams, one could call them. Images of monsters and ghosts, angels and demons, blood, death, and deals. But she had a favourite. It was always the last she would have before waking up, which was fitting considering how many times he’d saved her in real life.

Dean.

Y/Ns last and favourite dream was of Dean. The dream's plot was typically different front the last, but he was consistent in his appearance. Dean was always there. Y/N hadn’t gotten that far in her dream cycle though. Not tonight.

She was awakened suddenly by a cry coming from behind her. The frightened girl spun over in her spot distinguishing Dean as he gripped the pillow, he was sleeping on in the darkness that surrounded them. It had taken her a moment to realize she had stayed in Dean's bed. He had been whimpering for minutes as she tried to shake him out of his nightmare.

“Dean — Dean! Please wake up Dean. It’s just a dream come on wake up, please Dean, please.” He finally woke, startlingly quick and flipped her over and pinning down her wrist. Growling, his face inches from her, anger in his eyes, his grip tight on her arms. She was terrified. Looking up at one of the only people she trusts, she spoke cautiously as not to startle him further, apprehensive of the situation she was in.

“Dean? It’s me...it’s Y/N” his eyes began to soften, aa his grip loosened, “It was just a bad dream Dean, you’re okay, you’re safe.” Her voice was barely over a whisper. Dean moved his hands from her wrists, that had been left red from the tight grip he had them in, too alongside her, lowering his head to her shoulder as he brought himself closer to her body. He slowly rested himself on Y/Ns body hugging her desperately. She reciprocated the embrace reaching up around to him to hug him back slowly and hesitantly. She felt him shutter. It shattered her heart into a million pieces knowing that Dean was so broken, seeing only now how well he had covered it up around everyone else.

“Shit! — I’m sorry” he sobbed still resting his head on her shoulder.

“Dean, it’s okay, hey, don’t worry about it, okay?” he nuzzled closer to her pulling her in tight. All she could do was close her eyes and hug him back, gripping tightly to his shirt. The two of them stayed there for a very long time. So long, in fact, that Y/N had pondered the possibility that he had maybe fallen back to sleep though she knew he hadn’t, she could still feel the rigidity in his body. At once, Dean lifted his head and body off of her, turning away from her instantly.

“I’m sorry — this was — I- I really shouldn’t have put that on you. I’m sorry I kept you here, you probably want to go to your own room and sleep. And I’m sorry for scaring you, really I didn’t mean to hurt you it was— I’m sorry.” He had sat up against the headboard avoiding eye contact, staring blankly at the sheets on his lap. Y/N sat up turning to face him, her shoulders leaning against the headboard. He looked exhausted.

“How long have you been having nightmares?” He didn’t say anything. “Dean?” She whispered sliding her hand over his in an instinctive gesture of reassurance. He looked up at her when she did so, making her pull away quickly in realization.

“Sorry.” He turned away again touching his own hand now where hers was just seconds ago. “I’ve always had nightmares. Ever since I was a kid.” he looked like he was holding back tears, though she didn’t mention it. Dean was the ‘Tough Guy’ who would never shed a tear, which to Y/N made her even more worried about him at that moment, though he had just cried on her shoulder an instant ago.

“Every night?”  She questions. he shrugged as he reached up to drag his hand down over his face, bringing the potential tears with it.

“Most nights. That is when I manage to fall asleep.”

Y/N looked at him and all she wanted to do was hug him again, tighter, never letting go.

“I always left before they would come, wouldn’t I?” He smirked sadly and nodded still looking down. “Can I be honest with you Y/N?” He had straightened out but still hadn’t look her in the eyes.

“Always, Dean that’s what I’m here for.” He paused for a second figuring out how to piece together his thought to make a comprehendible statement.

“I pretend.” She didn’t understand what he was getting at and so she didn’t answer hoping he would elaborate. He did so, after glancing at her briefly, almost as though he was looking for someone he knew was already there, he just had to make sure.

“On our movie nights... I pretend to fall asleep. I pretend so that you would leave. That way you don’t have to witness what you did tonight. I’m sorry. And then tonight… I didn’t want to wake you. I figured maybe I’d be okay tonight. Guess I was wrong.” He was looking down at his covers again.

“Dean, that doesn’t even make sense. Why would you pretend if I’d have left after the movie anyway?” He made a ‘good point’ frown and nodded his head.

“I just- I didn’t want to accidentally fall asleep before you and have this whole situation happen. I was trying to avoid this, and it worked.” He looked disappointed but Y/N could tell it was with himself.

“Dean why wouldn’t you have just said you’re too tired for our movie nights. It’s not like I would have blamed you I mean you deserve a little rest.” He looked up to her quickly with a desperate expression on his face.

“No! I don’t — I love our movie nights Y/N, they’re great I don’t wanna stop having them and —“ he sighed his look saddening again as she turned away from her. “Maybe you’re right. I shouldn’t put you in that kind of situation, I’m sorry.”

“Hey! Don’t make this about me, if you like our movie night then we’ll keep ‘em going. They’re sorta the highlight of my day anyway. I don’t care that you have issues, Winchester. I can deal with that but don’t shut me out because you’re scared of what’s behind the door. We can open it together; I’m not ditching you because you have nightmares.” Y/Ns confession had done a great deal to lighten the mood. He was looking at her now and not just quick glances, he was holding eye contact. “Why don’t you go back to sleep Dean, try to get some rest, I’ll stay here, watch over you.” She shrugged rubbing Dean's shoulder in hopes of calming him and easing him into saying ‘yes’.

“No!” It didn’t work. “It’ll just happen again either you leave or I’m not going to sleep.” He looked exhausted, pleading for her not to insist or her proposition any further.

“You can’t be sure it’ll happen again Dean, who knows maybe your subconscious will be put at ease with knowing someone's there for you.” She was making a good case though he wasn’t convinced.

“Don’t you think that would have worked earlier?”  Indeed, he had a point, but Y/N seemed to think otherwise.

“No, because earlier you went to sleep thinking you had to protect me, now you can go to sleep while I protect you.” Dean looked more and more convinced with every word she said but never entirely persuaded. “Dean you’re drained, you need to sleep, okay. If anything happens then I promise, I promise, I won’t push you any further. But you don’t know until you try.”

After a pause and without a word Dean lay down pulling the covers up his chest, arms resting over himself, stiff as a board. He was too caught up with scenarios running through his head to notice Y/N's triumphant smile. She didn’t move from her spot, leaning against the headboard watching Dean. His eyes had yet to close for more than the split second it took to blink, and Y/N couldn’t help but find his stubbornness endearing as annoying as it might have been.

“Sleep Dean, you’re safe, I’m here.”

“That's what I’m worried about.” He side-eyed her or more so looked up to her without moving a singled tensed muscle. Y/N, without a word, took hold of his hand interlacing his fingers with her own and leaving it in his chest.

“Sleep Dean.” Little did she know how much her hand in his relaxed him. Not that Dean had seen it coming but it was a reassuring gesture that took his mind off the occupying thoughts. Slowly but surely the burdened man that lay next to her fell into a restful sleep, Y/N not far behind. Her eyes drifted closed steadily as she lay on her side watching Dean's chest rise and fall, their fingers still interlocked.

Dean was skeptical of the idea, to begin with, but was in utter shock when he woke to Y/Ns alarm going off on her phone. To be fair, Y/N wasn’t entirely convinced of the plan either but acted as those she believed to keep Dean from reacting poorly to her staying. Dean hastily turned off the blaring noise that persisted next to his ear before turning to face Y/N, who’s hand was still lazily holding his. Dean couldn’t help but smile, admittedly well-rested or at least more so than he would have been, had she listened to him and left. She was moving around trying to conjure the will to open her eyes, which eventually she did, immediately gazing into Deans. She could identify a mild smile as they lay facing each other.

“Thank you.” He squeezed her hand which she was only now realizing was still being held. “For staying…For being here for me, protecting me.”

“That’s what I’m here for…Was that my alarm?” He nodded at her still smiling. “We should get up. I want pizza.” He chuckled at her sudden desire for Italian food.

“It’s 9 am and you want pizza?”

“It was in my dream, we were eating pizza only it was really, really big and we couldn’t finish it so we gave it to Sam who was actually a dog. It was weird, but now I want pizza.” He watched her get up and pick up her belongings as she explained.

“That sounds like an awesome dream.”

“How about you? More nightmares?”

“Actually, no. For the first time in God knows how long; no nightmares. I didn’t dream of anything as a matter of fact, which I’m considering a huge win. Y/N, really, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Dean, it’s the least I could do. I’m just glad it worked, and you managed to get a little shut-eye.”

“Shut-eye! Are you kidding me I feel like I slept a full 8 hours!”

“That's ‘cause you did. We got home around 7, ate dinner, the movie started at around 9 ish, you had your nightmare at around midnight, and it didn’t take you very long to fall back asleep once you allowed yourself to relax Dean. You were passed out by 1 at the latest and woke up to the alarm 8 hours later.”

Dean looked astonished and overjoyed that he had managed to stay asleep for 8 hours.

“That’s — wow! I slept!” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at Dean's good mood and the childish grin on his face. “What do say I get you that pizza, huh? As a way of thanking you.”

“Dean I already told — no you know what, yeah I want pizza, let’s go.” She said as she marched out of his room set on heading to her own and changing out of her PJs.

“Okay, but we’re sharing! Y/N?” He yelled out after her, smiling to himself at the magic she pulled. Dean followed Y/Ns lead in getting changed and ready for the day.

They spent the day looking for cases and, with no luck, turned to the television to spare them of their boredom. Y/N and the brothers eventually called it a day after finishing the third or was it the fourth movie together. Y/N made her way to her room, as did the boys, to put on PJs after showering. She made her way back to the bathroom to brush her teeth and waved Sam goodnight as he slid into his room. There was a knock on the door and Y/N opened it, halfway through brushing her pearly whites, revealing a shy looking Dean.

“Cah I hell ou?” Dean's expression went from shy to confused in just under a second.

“What?” Y/N took the toothbrush out of her mouth and spit out the rest.

“I said can I help you.”

“No, you didn’t you said kahlalala ooo”

“Shut up, what do you want?” They laughed in unison before Dean settled down resorting back to the shy demeanour he initially had.

“I — Well I was sorta hoping that maybe, you know if you’re cool with it, that maybe you could come to my room and possibly stay there with me again tonight — I mean —“

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” She found her joke funny enough, unfortunately, Dean was too worried about asking her in the first place that he panicked.

“No! Well, yes, technically but that not what I meant! I was just—“

“Dean, oh my god, relax, I was just teasing. Of course, I will, in fact, I was about to head over to your room once I finished in here to see if you wanted company again tonight.”

“You were?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Right, yeah, okay.”

“Are we good?’

“Yeah, yeah, super good.”

“Okey dokey then Dean-o, let’s go”

Dean made a face to express his disapproval at the nickname she had appropriated for him as they made their way to his bedroom and successively got into bed. Once under the covers, Dean spoke, voicing his natural uncertainties.

“Are you sure about this?”

“As long as you wear a condom.” Dean turned his head to face her, unamused by her joke, a frown on his face. She looked to him while doing her best to hide the smirk on her face though falling miserably.

“Hey, you asked me here Dean.”

“Y/N — what if I lose it tonight what I was just lucky last night.” “Do you want to hold my hand?” Dean paused before answering. “Would that be okay?” Without answering Y/N lifted her hand for Dean to take and he did.

“Sleep, Dean. You’ll be fine.”

She was right once again. Dean awoke around four in the morning still holding Y/Ns hand, his body and in turn, face mere inches from hers. He hasn’t managed to sleep in due to the 8 hours the night before and the uneventful day. He watched as she slept soundly. An hour passed before Dean decides to move, kissing her forehead after whispering a ’Thank you, sweetheart.’

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Chapter 2

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