#I just like Deacon not being freaked out by vampires

[p4n1cl0v3r]

hello.. im back from reading them.. uh and HUGE spoiler warning, like spoilers for everything cuz i cant keep my mouth shut.. this is also really long so im so sorry if you actually read this 😭😭 i just wanted to yap

OHMYGOD!?

ok. so. chase is burnt out, thats rlly sad 😭 hope he isnt too burnt out that its effecting him way more than he can handle,

his beach boys outfit is adorable. deacon not being on the island and chase being stuck with buddy i knew was gonna be terrible from the start. when i saw chase hand buddy a water bottle to light the fire i thought it was sweet that they were getting along, same with buddy telling chase he can have the second fish.

at first, i thought buddy was hearing the whispers so i didnt really think much of it.

the “buddy being a vampire and chase freaking out” was really funny, i found that hilarious and just chase thinking buddy was cute (even if he said it was in “a jerk way”, it was still nice and i wonder how that will go down (after the most recent chapter)

buddys face when chase pulled the chocolate out looked like a dog seeing a ball, it was adorable ngl

my heart sank when chase made a comment about buddy not being treated well and then buddy shivered.. like hm i seriously wonder how he actually is being treated, yk? like all we see of him is him being a jerk and just genuinely not giving a shit about anyone or anything (until the most recent chapter in which ill get into that in a second..)

deacon was not having a fun time with the seagulls 😭😭😭 rip deacon 😔

the way chase bribed buddy with the last bar of chocolate was so funny

chase hit buddy in the face with a ball 😃👍🏼

buddy then threw chase in the ocean and called him tiny (damn bro making fun of his height, its okay chase is just fun sized ☠️)

buddy with curly wet hair felt weird but it looked nice on him

i found it sweet that chase wanted to help buddy, even if all buddy has been towards him was rude. shows what type of person chase is and it makes me love his character so much, everyone needs their own chase lol

i know buddys main goal is to get the keys, and so it would be very unlikely that he would throw that away to become friends with chase, but man. when chase called him out on it and the shattered heart image in the background… awh man.

the small fight they had was sad, but once buddy left chase was sitting on the ground crying, i may be wrong but i dont think we have seen him crying until now, right? brb lemme go check

ok i like reread the entire thing and few times we saw him cry was when we saw him visit myra for the first time in the story (that we see ofc) and it was just for a split second, and also in the same episode visiting his fathers grave, he seemed to cry a smige more but thats all.

+ while doing the research for that, i realized that in the very first episode chase got a black eye and when he went out of the book, he didnt have it anymore. so (again ill get into this when i get into the most recent chapter and what happened then) but at the same time, the second episode was more of a “hey! this is how this mess started!” sorta thing, so we dont know the timing of it.

in the morning when chase wakes up and sees buddy, from the way buddy is speaking im pretty sure he was upset about the conversation the night before too, as he’s never been that violent with anything towards chase before. im not saying buddy is a violent person, but at the same time, its concerning a bit how he took “the two characters have an argument “ and his anger took over him and make it a hostile argument instead of verbal.

“and if they do make you miserable, you deserve it” hm i get that chase is upset, i mean buddy is quite literally being a psychopath at this point in the story, but man.. when i read that i was just in amazement that that came to mind, i dont blame the guy ofc but still. didnt go over well, buddy seemed to be pretty affected by it, which brings up again, i do genuinely wonder how the ex libris is treating him to make him so easily shaken / angry when its brought up.

buddy hurt chase. now to be fair, chase sorta (i think) kicked him and made buddy land face first in the sand etc. but he didnt draw blood. buddy drew blood, now what i noticed when this happened is buddys first instinct was to drop the spear and instantly basically panic. its clear he didnt genuinely mean to hurt chase, but he still did.

now as said above, we dont know if these injuries can travel from book to real life, as we dont have solid proof that they do. but its obvious, even if its fake, that the characters still feel it, so that must have hurt a lot (ofc it did lynx you dumbass bro is literally bleeding on his face 😒) but if they do travel to the real world, how is chase going to hide it? its a slash under his eye on his cheek, decent size too. doesnt seem that easy to cover. i mean, he does have like 47 skin care products so maybe he can cover it with that somehow but im not sure

back onto the point above, buddy’s first instinct was to (first pause and stare) and then drop the spear, making it clear he didnt mean nor, even want to hurt chase maybe. buddy is usually good with his words and with what he says, it all comes out perfectly as if he is reading a script when he speaks. he was choking on his words, “trying” to explain why that happened.

“n-no, i-“ “i didnt mean that, i just-“ “i wasnt…”

he was obviously not prepared, nor did he want to. again, he was after the keys, he wasn’t after hurting anyone.

(which this is all quite obvious, however i love to yap and i have no friends in person that also like cinderella boy so shush let me nerd out for a sec)

it kinda felt uncomfortable seeing buddy so.. what’s the word? unsettled? upset? surprised? one of those, maybe all three. this entire episode for the most part felt off putting, buddy not being his “ha i dont care, just go away” persona and instead getting pissy (more that usual) and even upset at the end. it just didnt feel right and its so obvious that after this the next story that chase goes into (if he continues) will be so different compared to these when it comes to interactions with buddy.

“youre just a scum, you know that?” YIKES BRO 😭💀💀 chase is uh yeah i just wanted to mention that line

seeing chase with tears in his eyes, obviously looking genuinely scared and saying “all i wanted to do was help” HURT MY SOUL. again, mentioned above, we rarely see him cry, and the only times we did was when visiting his sick mom and his fathers grave. thats it. the fact that hes cried now twice because of something buddy has done is huge, dont ya think?

chase ran away crying, which ykw i dont blame him, buddy’s body language was also a huge giveaway that he genuinely felt bad because again, hes usually so confident in the way he poses, and from the moment he hurt chase to the end of the episode, he was holding himself, just standing there.

also the fact that the last panel is one of the chocolate bar wrappers blowing towards buddy’s feet was also interesting. like putting salt water into a cut yk? (haha get it cuz theyre on a beach island and chase has a cut.. haha.. okay sorry)

SUMMARY/THEORIES

okay so these were a LOT to take in, and chase being already burnt out might be a reason he cried so easily, but you never know. i think buddy gaining chase’s trust without trying and KNOWING (or probably knowing) he had chases trust and just not caring and broke it without a thought kinda sucks, but as said TWICE. we dont know his situation. for example, what if he will get hurt or someone around him will if he doesnt get these keys? we dont know why he does what he does so we cant really excuse nor can we blame him.

i saw them getting along and from that second i knew it was going to end terribly.

my theory is, that when deacon comes back he will see chase hurt and upset, and buddy either will be no where in sight (very likely) or he will be very quiet and not making a single noise in the background. deacon will see chase, probably be really confused and then realize who chase was around. now, im not that great at reading characters.. unless like i study them HARD so all this next stuff just might be bs, but ima say it anyways because its tumblr.

now, i think once they get out of the book, deacon will beg chase to tell him what happened, if he didnt already in the book, even if deacon already knows without saying. deacon, being deacon, will probably panic, and either 1) try to convince chase its a bad idea to continue. 2) try to convince chase to take a break and make deacon do them for a small period of time (very unlikely). or 3) deacon will be hesitant to continue, but if they do then he will be a lot more protective of chase, and possibly look more into books completely without any sort of villain.

its obvious there could ALSO be other scenarios, but these are the ones i came up with. another is that chase could stop completely, and just give up. but thats HIGHLY unlikely as its literally part of the story and silver and bronze will probably try to support him.

now, with the chase and buddy dynamic… oh wowie. this is a slow burn enemies to lovers story, which means this wont be miserable for a long time, however it still asks the question “well how are they going to react towards one another” and my GOOD friends, who the fuck knows. (punko thats who)

however! its impossible for them to go along and pretend it never happened, because its clear they were both hurt by it. even if it wasnt completely just physically. maybe buddy will stop appearing in the books for a second? what if he’s replaced by another member? ikik unlikely. okok, well what if in the stories buddy just stays quiet and entirely follows along with his character? i feel like that wouldnt last long and i dont think buddys that much of a jerk to try and dodge it. chase? i feel like chase would try to dodge it, i mean after this he has to fear buddy a little right? they could also be a lot meaner to one another, but i also see that as very unlikely. i can see chase being more cold, but for some reason i cant imagine buddy being as rude as he was in the beginning, or even rude to being with.

all in all, i really dont know what theory to go with, MAN I WANNA NERD OUT MORE ABT THIS. 😭😭😭 (yk w someone who will actually listen cuz my friends irl dont give a shit)

holy shnizer that was a lot of words... okay well if you read all of that then we might as well be friends cuz man i talk a lot about subjects i like.. BUT YEA. WILD RIDE. WOWIE.

me when it comes to cinderella boy:

[imagine-silk]

Hi I was wondering if you would do fallout 4 companions reaction to m!sole s/o who acts kinda suspicious and always covers up during the day and never seems to eat in front of them only to find out sole is a vampire, he only feeds on bad people, animals, and buys or scavenges blood bags when he can. When his companion finds out he is seems panicked and is quick to reassure that he would never hurt them is sorry for lying but he didn’t want to scare them away.

Sorry if I sent this before I don’t have a good memory

》Had to do this during gay month because there is nothing gayer than vampires. (I asked my mom what's gayer than a vampire and she immediately said, "You." No hesitation.)

》I didn't include Deacon because I already have a post on him here x

【Cait】 "What the fuck?!"

She attacks you. Twice. Once when she finds out and you have to stop her and again a few days later. She grew up with a healthy dose of distrust so she didn't trust you from the second she laid eyes on you. Then you were cagey around her and that only fed her suspicion. Then she caught you drinking blood in the middle of the night. She couldn't take you down then so she tries again when you're asleep, not knowing you only lay down for the night because you don't sleep. You decide to make a deal with her. If you can convince her you mean no harm in a month's time she won't kill you, and if you fail she can kill you. The whole time she's waiting for you to slip up but you never do. In fact she sees just how in control you are and almost envies it. That's when she starts to consider taking your help.

【Codsworth】 "Right, sir. Let's cover you up. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold. It's so good to have you back."

Of course he knew. He knows to do the 'wink and nod' shtick in front of others. He's very protective of you, even before the bombs so it's cranked up to eleven now. Being a vampire wasn't illegal before the bombs but there were very strict rules and you could be fined for not following them. Most vampires got by by pretending they weren't what they were. Depending what kind they were they'd take the day-shift because they could and it wasn't common knowledge vampires had varying severity to sunlight. He's disappointed at the blood offerings of the Wasteland nowadays but that's to be expected. The best he does it keep you covered and welcome you home.

【Curie】 "I know this."

She didn't realize you were hiding because she knows all the symptoms so the her it was obvious. Of course her studies extended to vampires. She also knows through her studies what a marvel you are because vampires exposed to large amounts of radiation will always turn feral so you can no longer see vampires in the Commonwealth. Small doses won't do that so drinking from the Wasteland now won't do that but she checks what you drink just to be safe. Get ready for a lot of check-ups.

【Danse】 "Is there a cure?"

You told him while he was hiding in the bunker as a way to prove to him he's only as dangerous as he allows himself to be. If he was still a part of the Brotherhood he'd be forced to put you down but he's no longer welcome and he knows you too well to be able to do that. He couldn't save Cutler but you didn't lose your mind, you've always been like that. Still afterward he wants to cure you. He says it's to help you not be a slave to hunger and walk in the sun but a part of him deep down feels like you're wrong. He tries to ignore that feeling but it's still there. So he goes around looking for a cure.

【Hancock】 "Ooooooh, I want to suck your blood."

He immediately teases you and has no concern for his own well-being even though you're freaking out about it. He figures if you were going to attack him you'd have already done it. That and the fact he's not really afraid of dying. He even makes a joke it'd be a really cool way to go if you ever did. You'll find him sometimes draped across the couch with his shirt open while he goes, "I hope no one bites my neck. It'd be such a shame if that happened." He's mostly teasing but he does want it to happen. He thinks it'd be really hot.

【MacCready】 "Let's get moving."

He thinks about killing you a lot, a surprising amount. Before he knew he already didn't trust you. He's a hired gun, he'd be stupid to trust you with the way you were acting. The second you tell him he says he's fine with it but he feels like he traded one concern for another. There are different points he thinks about it. When you're alone and relaxed or during a fight he thinks about how easy it would be to just shoot you then and be done with it. But the reasons not to greatly outnumber the reasons to do it. You can protect him better than anyone else in the Commonwealth, you've reassured him many times and told him yourself, you help people and saved his son. Just to name a few. For a long time he takes reassurance in the promise to himself he'll kill you at a moments notice but at a certain point he realizes he can't, or rather he won't.

【Nick】 "Of course you are."

He's seen a lot in his time. When he catches you drinking blood he thinks, 'that might as well happen'. You have to explain because his immediate thought is you're a cannibal. He runs by the belief actions define a person rather than what they are so he gives you the benefit of the doubt. You can't drink off of him, if he could he would, so he recommends eating off your enemies if you can. He also does his best to hide what you are from the public. He could never hide what he was but you can and he'll protect that til the end. If someone tries to call you out on it he'll say they're out of their mind and that vampires aren't real. Who are people gonna believe; a random person or Nick Valentine, a detective who has saved a lot of people and has almost universal trust?

【Piper】 "Interesting. Were there people like you out and about before the bombs or did this happen recently?"

After she freaks out and hits you over the head she apologies and helps you up. She knew you were hiding something but she wasn't expecting you to drink blood. She a little hurt you didn't tell her but she gets it; she's got a paper and she has the means to out you to the public. Her curiosity can get overwhelming and she asks you to bite her so she can know what it's like. She does at one point threaten you if you ever touch Nat she'll kill you, and she means it. She doesn't think you will but she just wanted to cover her bases.

【Preston】 "As long as you're not hurting anyone."

He has no idea what a vampire is so he has no idea what it entails. He doesn't understand just how dangerous you can be to the people around you. Slowly he pieces together the dangers but figures you're in controls so everything is fine. One day you drink from a feral ghoul because nothing else was around and you were getting a bit desperate. The radiation drove you a bit mad and you ended up attacking him. Thankfully you snapped out of it before any real damage could be done but you did put the fear of God in him. However when he sees you sulking for the rest of the day he knows you didn't mean to and goes to console you.

【X6-88】 "No need to explain."

He's not tied down by any social terms so you go out at night exclusively until the Institute is destroyed. And he's not surprised. Everyone in the Institute knows, courtesy of Shaun(who took his genes from Nora so he's human). Another courtesy of Shaun is blood. They have bags for you on tap and all the residents of the Institute are instructed to allow you to drink off of them if you ask them. A disturbing rule in place that makes you a bit uncomfortable. X6 never offers but if you ask he'll lower his collar without hesitation. If you ask if it's safe he tells you it is because synths are perfect copies and pain is of no concern to him, it's safer to drink off of him than anyone else. After the Institute is destroyed he finds himself worrying over your well-being and he doesn't know why. He knows your best source of blood on cover is gone but he knows you can take care of yourself and most worrying he shouldn't be feeling in the first place.

[clockworkslick]

oh. its 10/16. so short summary before i talk about nothing for a bit too long: a year ago i came up with the idea to actually go through with taking one of my silly ideas and turning it into something that other people could read, so i started drafting the concept of providence, a webcomic i make and thats updating everyday. more talking under the whatever.

so ive always made little stories that i would run through in my head for like two or three months when i had mental downtime, and then move on to some other goofy idea. this is either a totally normal thing or im a freak, honestly i have no frame of reference for how other people act. anyways i was home from college last year and i had this idea for an rpg fantasy story, initially an idea for playing modded minecraft with some friends (god i wish that was a joke), but i started writing shit down in a google doc. i wrote out a handful generic slots for various fantasy classes: witch, dryad, ranger, knight, vampire(not a class but i dont give a fuck), blacksmith, etc. and then i named some of them. i finished naming and writing out plot nonsense in november and changed the name of the comic from "Drive-By" to "Liberty" to "Providence."

honestly i think that was the easy part because its totally non-commital. unfortunately after that i had to actually start making the pages. the original plan was to finish act one before may, which was an optimistic goal to say the least, but also maybe if i didnt have to do anything else it would have been totally possible. or if i was just faster in general. anyways i started drawing everything at the end of december and then didnt stop for 6 months. actually thats a lie, i started drawing pages and havent stopped since then, but what i meant is that i started uploading the comic in may. i had a backlog of about 75 pages and the art change just in that time was nuts. comparing act 2 art to act 1 is more nuts but im not about to redraw the 170 pages of a1 just so that its APPEALING and PALLETEABLE. i learned way more about web design from doing this comic than from my actual web design class. like insanely more. you have no idea how little that class helped me with anything aside from making friends through mutual hatred of being poorly taught.

sixo de mayo (may 6th) came and i started doing this thing for real, and its been so surreal having people actually talk to me about these guys that have been in my head for months. my sister recently asked if deacon was my self-insert, which is sort of true but only in the sense that we both have social issues and like to be dumb on sort-of-purpose, and then she told me that her favorite character was reagan. theres not really any deep meaning behind her telling me or that reagan is my favorite too, but its just so surreal to me that people can have a favorite, or any opinion, on these characters i obsess over.

alright i think im done for now, i just wanted to talk about the comic on its sort of birthday, and also the day that the gang got pulled into the story. i mentioned that vaguely in the story once already, but im cool with being more direct about it. ill probably go on another rant again about this sometime, maybe on sixo de mayo, but probably sooner because im obsessive and like to type. happy birthday comic, heres to a million more. or however many years it takes to make a 5 act story at a rate of like 200 pages in 10 months. hopefully that number will go up.

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Tell Me Where To Find Shelter/Fallout of Darkness Worldbuilding

I really gotta decide on a proper name for this verse. . .anyway, a few worldbuilding thoughts about this weirdass crossover, focused around how vampires work here:

-->I’m still trying to figure out how Bloodlines would work in the world of Fallout 4, but I do know Heather was a person in Alice’s life for a little while. Alice sent her away shortly after the “locking a man in the bathroom” incident, realizing the blood bond was doing awful things to Heather’s head. She wanted to catch up with her at some point, try and forge a real friendship, but -- the ending of Bloodlines happened, and I’m thinking Alice ended up fleeing L.A. as soon as she could.

-->I stated in the past that this version of the Commonwealth has a small vampire community, living in Wildwood Cemetery because I once saw a mod that set up a player house in there. It’s about eight vampires, and made up of the various vampires you can pick for Bloodlines protagonists. I’m thinking Male Ventrue, Female Toreador, Female Nosferatu, Male Tremere, Female Brujah, Male Gangrel, and both the Female and Male Malkavians because I like thinking of them as creepy twins. XD I’m not sure when Victor encounters them, but he helps them out with a hunter problem and earns their loyalty that way. Also, the Malkavians call him “Sole Survivor” because I think it’s funny.

-->The Wildwood vampires have Plasma Fruit from Sims 4 at their disposal! With the nuclear war having killed off a lot of the vampires’ food supply, not to mention a fair number of vampires, the Tremere ended up pouring a lot of effort and blood into a ritual to warp the mutfruit that developed in the aftermath of the radiation. They succeeded, and the Tremere of the Wildwood maintains a couple of plants for their community. It doesn’t taste great to them -- nothing compares to a fresh human neck -- but it satisfies their nutritional needs, and that works for them.

-->As for other vampires in the Commonwealth:

1. I think the blood center up near Fort Hagen is being maintained by a Tremere who hasn’t quite gone wight (aka 0 Humanity) yet, but is on the edge. They’re keeping their emergency blood supply magically preserved, meaning it serves as a great food source for Alice and the Wildwood vampires after Victor ends up tangling with the Tremere investigating the place.

2. You know how Deacon implies that he’s had regular plastic surgery to maintain his anonymity in the Commonwealth? I kind of want to make his “surgeon” a friendly Tzimisce who fleshcrafts him from time to time in exchange for blood. They’ve got the usual creepy flesh decoration thing going on, but it’s all nonsentient animal parts. Everyone is still freaked out.

3. I have mentioned that I think it would be funny for Caine to be the “Mysterious Stranger” in this reality? XD I just want Alice to be able to ask him “so, the cab driver thing didn’t work out, huh?” and tell Nick that he can arrest the Stranger for “murder -- the FIRST murder, in fact!” (Nick, meanwhile, is having a mild panic attack over his “white whale” target being THE GRANDDADDY OF ALL VAMPIRES)

-->Mama Murphy’s Sight in this verse? She spent some time in her youth the unknowing ghoul of a Malkavian, who told her his blood was some sort of special drug. She gained a measure of Malk insight during her time with him -- and when he died, it lingered. She’s been using chems to activate it in a desperate attempt to find the same high drinking “Vitae” gave her. Alice is pissed when she figures this out.

-->Also, I kind of want Coursers to be as tough as they are thanks to some sort of infusion of vampire blood in their system. I haven’t fully decided where the Institute is sourcing this blood, but -- well, it would make SENSE for Beckett to have gotten tangled up in this mess, right?

-->And now, a moment with “Me and My Brain:”

Me: Urgh. . .I still have no idea how I’m going to fix Alice’s little “sunlight issue!” I kind of want to leave the job to Jack Cabot, but I don’t feel like I know enough about him and his quests to really commit to that. . .but what other options do I have?

My Brain: Psst.

Me: What do you want?

My Brain: Remember how you stumbled across Monte Cook’s World of Darkness and liked the general idea of how an incursion by some Lovecraftian being caused vampires and whatnot?

Me: Yesss. . .

My Brain: Doesn’t Fallout 4 canonically have a Lovecraftian being in it? And you stumble right into one of the spots where it was being worshiped?

Me: . . .

Me & My Brain: [evil grin]

So yes, vampires in this verse are in fact the result of Caine’s murder of Abel calling a bit of the essence of Ug-Qualtoth into the world, which “infected” Caine and caused the vampirism thing. Also Kremvh's Tooth (the sacrificial machete you find in Dunwich Borers) is the weapon Caine used to do in Abel. The bit of Ug-Qualtoth in Dunwich Borers notices Alice and her condition while she’s trying to help the hallucinating Victor, and puts it in the couple’s heads that, if they kill someone using the Tooth and Alice drinks the blood, it’ll strengthen the connection to Alice just enough for Ug to fix the “burns to death in sunlight” issue (I can travel near the stars with no issue; why can’t you?) Victor and Alice are -- uh -- anxious about taking the deal, but can’t leave until Victor at least takes the Tooth, and eventually it gets used on some pretty vile enemy, which does indeed lead to Alice being able to walk in sunlight. (Possibly the other vampires too, if Ug is feeling nice.) Alice is quite anxious about being manipulated by the essence of Ug within her, but Ug never actually does anything, content to watch its “children” in this strange world.

[holmesandtheroman]

How Many Shots It Would Take for Me to Hook Up With Them

“What We Do In The Shadows” Edition

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Viago

Probably 1 for confidence

2 if I’m really anxious

Vladislav (my love)

STONE COLD FUCKING SOBER

ZERO SHOTS

IDC I’M HIS WHORE

Deacon

Blackout drunk

10 shots

He’s a N*zi

Petyr

5-6 shots

This is literally a Nosferatu vampire

His hands scare me

Nick

Like 2 or 3??

Idk I just want him to feel included

Stu

2 shots max

He’s very sweet so maybe less

Although I think he’s secretly a freak in the sheets

Nadja

Mommy? Sorry… Mommy? Sorry… Mommy??

1 shot for confidence

Please step on me my good lady

Nandor

2 for confidence

But the costume stays ON

And he says “fuc-KING” at least once

Laszlo

I mean… as long as Nadja doesn’t mind

3 bc I KNOW he’s got some NASTY stuff he’d want to do 😏

Not complaining tho

Guillermo

This is a gay man so unless he’s cool with genderfluid me then I’m going to respectfully sit this one out

If he IS ok with being with a genderfluid person, 1 shot for confidence

Colin Robinson

*wouldn’t let me post the pic*

This man scares me

[statticscribbles]

Venom

Summary:Jackson Whitemore/Vampire! Reader, Reader used to feed on him but with him becoming a Kanima she becomes paralyzed, he freaks out and rushes you to the closest werewolf to reverse the effect

”Jackson got bitten.”

“Is he okay?” You can feel panic rising in your gut.

“Yeah he’s uh good.” You sigh in relief, unaware that Jackson is glaring at Scott, having threatened him if Scott exposes him as a Kanima. You’re a little relieved that you didn’t need to turn him, being a vampire and having to hide it from him had been exhausting so you were relieved that at least with the bite you could explain it to him.

”Jackson you okay?” 

“Yeah course Y/N, just a little tired.” “Aw your bite acting up?” You rub his shoulder and he shrugs.

“Can I get a snack before you go out?” You offer tongue tracing down his neck.

“Uh, yeah sure.” He turns his neck offering it out to you, you relax a little letting your fangs lengthen slightly and grin as you bite down. You pull back, wiping your lips before kissing him.

“Thank you.”

“Does it taste different?” You don’t respond, your head spinning and your arms feel numb before everything goes black.

”Werewolf blood is healing.”

“That’s bullshit, you’re just saying that so you can be the hero for Y/N.” Jackson hisses as Isaac and Isaac just smirks.

“Well you can keep her paralyzed and we can get deacon and other people involved so they can see how irresponsible you are with her life.” Isaac laughs a little.

“What if it makes her worse?” Jackson pulls you back closer to his chest and Isaac looks annoyed.

“She might be dying. Looks like she’s falling asleep, or maybe into a coma, it won’t make her worse.”

“You know that for a fact?”

“Well we don’t have another option unless you wanna carry her deadweight to deacon and make it a potential murder that everyone has to cover up.”

“Fine.”

“Okay here.” Isaac runs a knife over his thumb, letting the blood drip into your mouth, he wipes it on your lips and grins as your tongue reaches out to swipe your lips clean.

“Look, she's already looking more undead.” Isaac grins a little as you try to sit up clearly becoming more dizzy as you do. You lurch forward, fangs bared, eyes bright red as you snarl, fingers pulling as Isaac’s arm.

“Whoa Y/N, hey whoa sweetheart.” Jackson pulls you back and you wipe your mouth Isaac looking a little pale but the bite is already healing.

“See Werewolf blood heals.”

“Makes her rabid as well.” Scott frowns, clearly having been called while Jackson was panicking. You tilt your head at him.

“What is Jackson?” Your tongue feels heavy and your chest aches.

“He’s a Kanima. A failed werewolf.” Isaac snaps and Scott glares at him.

“Failed? I thought the bite just killed you if it didn’t take?”

“No, he’s, well it doesn’t matter how it happened. You can’t feed from him or you’ll e paralyzed, or worse.”

“I can’t feed on humans, they’ll die…” You frown and Scott nods slowly, his eyes clearly drifting to Isaac.

“No.” Jackson hisses and you shrug.

“It’s just temporary till we can find a way to neutralize Jackson’s venom, or find some spare blood bags from the hospital, my mom can help with that.” Scott asserts and you can already see everyone going into planning mode. You know Jackson’s upset and you make a point of sitting with him after everyone’s left.

“So? Do you want to talk about it?”

“If you and Isaac do the feeding idea..”

“The only reason we were so uh, close, is because we were together, I can feed from his fingers, as long as there’s blood I can draw it towards me, I don’t need to feed from his neck, or thigh.” You hum leaning forward to kiss Jackson already feeling his tension melt away.

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WWDITS fic recs- 2!

I missed a couple in my first post and I’ve also read quite a few more since then and you know what, I think it’s worth it to promote all these authors’ work! Evidently I’m still afflicted with these brain worms so why not use them to make some writers and readers happy. I see a lot of people being like “I need fic of this or that” and I’m like aaaahhh it exists! So here are my recs, once again, for the fics that I personally thought were either well-written or well-characterized or both.

(again: tagging the authors whose Tumblr accounts I can find so that you can let me know if you want to be removed from the post and I’ll edit you out)

i lied about the whales by morian ( @nonagethimus on here) FREAKING SLAPS... you want communication issues, this is the one to read. This is a “what if Nandor and Guillermo got to go on their road trip after all” fic. Very, very good content

Living in an Age That Calls Darkness Light by holograms ( @acanofpeaches on here) is one that I forgot last time but it’s so so so good. Post-The Wellness Center fic that really delves into the mental health parts. TW for discussions of eating disorders (but, you know, with like, blood, not food, obviously)

come and break me down by inkstainedwretch is INSANELY good. This one’s like 90% a sex scene so obviously avoid if you don’t want to read a sex scene. But oh my god the writing. The characterization. It’s a Nandermo road trip fic featuring a “oh no I hope you don’t show me how good you are at killing vampires” moment lmao please read it

Uncle Afanas by letek is for the Colin Robinson fans out there, as well as the Baron/Sire fans. It’s about the Baron and the Sire babysitting kid Colin Robinson! hello! it’s adorable! It’s really well written too!

Oh wait almost forgot to rec MY new fic, Vampire Vignettes, by ME, which is my speculations about the end of season 4. Nandor and Guillermo are navigating their relationship awkwardly, Nadja and Laszlo are doing the same, and Colin Robinson is a very annoying teenager. Featuring Colin using fidget spinners to drain people and Nandor trying his hardest to be affectionate

Guillermo Has a Secret, Nandor Suspects Cats, and Laszlo and Nadja Couldn’t Give a Fuck, Except That They Do by cosmicocean is a delight. Basically just the vampires speculating about Guillermo and being adorable and stupid. Ft. accidental baby acquisition, which normally I’m like eh about but it’s sweet here

Ship to wreck by nea9 is FANTASTIC!!! If you want Nadja and Guillermo bonding on the sea voyage, please read this! The emotional poignancy of both of them talking about their lives and emotions is so much. Very beautifully written and wonderful.

I design disasters by lizluz ( @michshlo on here) is beautiful. A simple beautiful fic about Nandor and Guillermo confessing their feelings after returning to Staten Island.

Time Off by colormehappy is another simple, sweet fic about Guillermo about 3 years into his familiar service taking the week off to get top surgery, and just the basic life complications around that. Very fluffy, very nice.

Apologize Like You Mean It by DarklyGleaming is a Nadja/Laszlo smut fic essentially which gets into their emotions as well, right after the “Witches” episode about both of them being sad about the Lilith situation and then having makeup sex. It’s very lovely and good.

Coming Up Aces by Heather N is a fun, short crack fic about Colin Robinson taking Laszlo and Nadja to what they think is “a sexual meetup” but is actually an asexual meetup and they just fully don’t get it.

you can run away with me anytime you want by partiallyobscure ( @partiallyobscure on here) is a solidly good Nandermo road trip fic if you are looking for one of those.

Transcript of a Lost Tape by selfindulgences is a fun movie-crossover one written in script format that addresses the plot hole of “if the sire thing is true, then how come Deacon didn’t die when Petyr died in the movie” in a funny cute way

if it was with you by milesofregrets is a rewrite of the s3 finale fight scene that delves more into Nandor’s vampire-related existential crisis and ends with confessing feelings

I’m classifying the rest of these as “miscellaneous Nandor/Guillermo fluff” because they are basically all fluff without plot

something here will eventually have to explode by returnsandreturns ( @returnsandreturns on here) is a fic about Guillermo muttering about his feelings under his breath because he assumes Nandor isn’t listening, and then finding out Nandor is listening. And yes those feelings include murder feelings, because you know I love to see Guillermo do murders

swim to me; let me enfold you by singing_to_shipwreck is an utterly gorgeous one about Guillermo comforting Nandor after a bad date

Strange Effect by lauze is more of a PWP, so again, avoid if you don’t want to read a sex scene, but it’s very fluffy. Basically just the two of them randomly deciding to hook up but there’s feelings and it’s very sweet

Slip by Nandors Wizard Hat (enter_the_gloaming) is an accidental love confession fic, which also interestingly starts with Nandor being in a mood because one of his ex-wives had been turned into a vampire and showed up

A Soft Touch by tired_teeth is a lovely short one about Guillermo figuring out how to show affection

Punch Drunk Love by Doctorinblue is one about affectionate-drunk Nandor

That’s it for now! Let’s all pray this is the last one I make lmao, not because there won’t be more lovely fics written (I’m sure there will be) but because I hope to heal from my WWDITS brain-rot very soon

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

How do companions react to being turned into a vampire/werewolf/zombie/???? Use whatever you like, go ham.

(I guess I can exclude nick..I don't think he'd be able to turn into either. Also I didn't really know what to do with the zombie thing 😭)

.:: Werewolf ::.

Cait:

•It probably sounds beyond crazy, but becoming a werewolf is the best thing to happen to Cait. Sure, it's definitely an adjustment..but she no longer craves the substances she once relied upon for stability- she no longer needs them. The beast within was at such great peace with her, it was all she needed.

•She wouldn't have much problem ripping her foes to shreds either. She feels like she is no more animistic than them..also she feels like it really evens out the playing field with those assholes that use power armour. Now she can just peel them apart in her bestial form.

Danse:

•Feels like his life is nothing but a cruel joke. What..so he's not human..but he's human enough to contract lycanthropy?? Well, now he is 0% human..can you imagine how bad this stings?

•Isolates himself out of fear of hurting the last handful of people he cares about.

•Ends up unfortunately starving himself until he becomes feral..stay away from the former Paladin when this happens. He's hungry..so very hungry.

•Better yet..please try to reach out to him before this point...

Macready:

•Mostly alright because he knows he poses no threat to his son while he figures out to gain control.

•Aside from that- Mac is over the moon with his newfound way of life. He had always been the "far away" combatant, but with his invulnerability and sheer strength- he finally can see what it's like to be the opposite.

•Honestly...it's dorky..but he loves it because he feels like he is one of those badass anti-hero types.

Gage:

•Kind of annoyed?? Yeah, that's a good word for it. He feels like having this burden makes him a number one candidate to join The Pack..god knows it was probably one of those assholes that infected him in the first place.

•Nonetheless, being able to shift into a literal beast and mow down anyone who stands in his way? Totally something he approves of..he just wishes he could sleep soundly.

Preston:

•This is by far the worst thing that could happen to him.

•Spends a good bit of his days trying to do what he can to help others, while his nights are spent as far away from the people he cares so much about. If he were to ever harm an innocent because of this disease of his..he wouldn't have the heart to continue. The guilt would be too much.

.:: Vampire ::.

Curie:

•Has the hardest time understanding what she is and what she is supposed to do about it.

•She just got used to a whole new body and way of life..and now this happens? Total bummer. Oh well, like Cole Porter says..anything goes.

•Eventually finds a way to make lemonade out of these awful lemons she has been given..once she figures out the sunlight is no longer a friend of her's.

•Now there is just the problem of finding something to eat.

Deacon:

•Has very conflicted feelings regarding his vampirism. On one hand, he has new abilities that behoove him greatly! On the other though..uh..he can't travel in the daytime. That's a big problem.

•Actually, given some thought..maybe it isn't so bad! It's not like he goes about having nice walks through the wealth anyways...

•He is remarkably okay with drinking the blood of animals..will even tell you what each animal's blood taste like in overly descriptive detail. Gross.

Hancock:

•Doesn't bother him in the slightest bit. Almost thinks it's funny. Now he's a double freak. At least it attracts the ladies even more...

Maxson:

•He nearly loses his lunch when he figures out what happened to him. He has dedicated his life to leading an organization hell bent on the extermination of anything that loses a threat to humans..and what is he?? A bigger threat than supermutants..ghouls..and even synths. He still looks "human".

•Keeps his secret to the best of his ability..however it does become most curios when the elder orders Scribe Neriah to allow him to personally examine her blood samples...

Piper:

•Has the time of her afterlife as a hot vampire chick

[crackers4jenn]

Not to be that person who hate-posts but (gonna post about WWDITS under the cut)

BARF to Guillermo/Nandor, BARF I SAY. I have mostly been indifferent about them (and baffled that people would ship them considering, you know............... Nandor) but this last episode? BARF BARF BARF. I hate that the internet latched onto them as a ship so now the show has to ~prove it's not queerbaiting, it's gonna keepppp trying to make them a thing but at the same time it chooses the comedic route with them 100% of the time instead of sincerity.

You know when Community tried Troy/Britta and it sucked and it ruined whatever potential we all thought they had but instead of dragging it out they dropped it and moved on? IDEAL NANDOR/GUILLERMO SCENARIO. I know the show wants to do its fans right but they also seem to not want to be a show that has any longlasting effects from episode to episode, that doesn't really care about character development if a joke will be funnier, that just wants to be a wacky lil ensemble sitcom and one of its funny lil laughs is that the vampire-worshipping familiar is a little in love with the asshole master (you know, like Deacon and his familiar in the movie.)

The only way I could see this progressing without being as freaking repetitive and annoying as it's been is if Guillermo fully embraces his Final Girl attitude that he's tip toed into before where he gives no fucks, OR if he gets turned into a vampire. Otherwise I don't care, I don't caaaaaare, I'm so tired of their storyline.

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Hello, Fishies!-- Viago (WWDITS) x Reader

Prompt: got the idea for this from @alphabetaus​‘s Aquarium AU prompt batch!

Warnings; swearing

Word Count; 1.4k

Notes; this isn’t the best fic I’ve written but it’s alright lol

    You and Nick had been friends since you were in diapers. Sure, he could occasionally be an asshole, but you went through thick and thin together. You were actually roommates when he was bitten, so you were the one stuck taking care of him as he made his transformation. You, understandably, freaked the fuck out. It took some time to wrap your mind around it, but his new behaviors soon grew bearable enough for you. It didn't take Nick long to introduce you to his vampire buddies. He brought you and Stu along to one of their usual clubbing nights, an idea you found hilarious. The evening ended up being more fun than you could've possibly imagined. The vampires quickly adopted you and Stu into their group, assuring the both of you that you were welcome at their flat at any time.

    It had become a sort of personal mission for you and Stu to introduce the vampires to technology. The poor things were clueless to anything modernized. So, the two of you spent a lot of time at their place. Probably more than you did in your own home. During this time, you got the closest to Viago. He tended to follow you around like a lost puppy. He seemed utterly fascinated by everything you did.

    One day, you were lazing on their couch, mindlessly browsing the internet on your laptop while Stu set up a TV. Deacon and Vlad were asking Stu a million questions about televisions and cable, and Viago kept his attention trained on you. He was so focused on watching you type, he nearly jumped out of his seat when you gasped. You excitedly tapped your laptop's screen. "Look! The aquarium is having a glow in the dark event tonight!" Viago's brows knit together.

    "What's that?"

    "Glow in the dark events are the best! Basically, they turn most of the main lights off and just have black lights on to make everything more glowey. They usually hand out a ton of glowsticks, too!" Viago shook his head, and you realized that he probably still had no idea what you were talking about.

    "No, the other thing."

    "Oh, an aquarium?" Viago nodded, and you sat up straight. "You've never been to the aquarium before? Then you've never really lived life! We've gotta go. Come on, go put your normal human clothes on." Viago started to protest, wanting more of an explanation, but you wanted it to be a surprise. You pulled him up from the couch and pushed him toward his room. "You'll find out when we get there. Go change so we're not late!"

    After finally finding a somewhat normal looking outfit for Viago, the two of you raced to the aquarium. You could hardly contain your excitement, feeling like you were back in grade-school on your way to a field trip. You pulled open the door and dramatically bowed. "Good evening, sir. Please, come inside for a night of amazement!" Viago laughed at your antics.

    "Why, thank you! I gladly accept your invitation." You paid the entry fees and gave Viago a handful of glowsticks. The two of you geared up with the neon-colored bracelets and necklaces before linking arms and following the glowing path through the aquarium. Viago lit up like a child at Christmas. He dragged you in every direction, asking what everything was. "Look! This sign says 'juvenile stingrays.'" You leaned forward, looking into the pool. You smiled as one swam close enough for you to touch. Viago looked mortified. "Are you sure you should be doing that? What if it bites you?" You snorted.

    "They're harmless little babies, Vi! Plus, they're used to this. Look, they like it!" The small stingray stayed in place as you pet it. Viago didn't look convinced. Worry was still etched into his features. You carefully took his hand in yours. Before he had a chance to ask what you were doing, you pulled his hand into the water. "Watch, the lil guy will swim right up to you for you to pet him." True to your word, the stingray swam up to yours and Viago's hands. You kept your hand on top of Viago's, gently guiding him on how to pet the creature without spooking it. Viago opened and closed his mouth for a moment, and you raised a brow at him. He finally blurted,

    "I like this." You laughed, bumping your shoulder into him.

    "See! I told you this wasn't so bad. They're actually pretty sweet."

    "No, I like... this." He kept his gaze trained on your joined hands. "With you." You could feel the heat creeping up your neck and into your face. You were flustered, to say the least, and didn't know how to respond. I mean, how do you respond to a several-hundred-year-old vampire saying he likes holding your hand? Viago pursed his lips for a moment before asking, "Do you like it?" You couldn't help the nervous laughter that bubbled in your chest. You finally met his gaze.

    "Yeah, I do." Viago beamed.

    "Wonderful! We shall hold hands more often, then." He froze. Something over your shoulder caught his eye. Before you had a chance to ask what was wrong, his grip tightened on your hand. "Look at the big sharks!" Viago immediately started dragging you towards the large shark tank.

    The two of you explored nearly every inch of the aquarium. On your way home, Viago kept your hand in his. He babbled about how much he enjoyed the evening and wished to return. "We should get an aquarium installed in the flat!" You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden outburst.

    "Or, maybe, you could start with just one fish and work your way up." Viago hummed in agreement. An idea popped into your mind, and you started pulling him down a different street. You arrived at your destination just as one of the workers was walking out of the shop. "Hey! I'm really sorry, but is there any way you could wait a few minutes to close? We need to get a fish. It's important." The guy raised a brow at you. "You see, uh, we just got one for our son the other day, and it died. The little guy's heart will be broken if he finds out. That's why we need a new fish to replace it with." The worker sighed.

    "Alright, come on in, but you've got ten minutes." You quickly said your thanks and pulled Viago into the store. The vampire was overjoyed at the idea of getting a fish to take home. He ventured around the store, looking at all the different types of fish, while you gathered the needed supplies.

    "(Y/N), look at these-- they're so fancy! Hello, fishies!" Viago ended up choosing a red and white betta. On the rest of the walk home, he carefully cradled the bag containing the fish in his arms. You could tell something was bothering him. He was being unnaturally quiet. You stopped him before he walked in the front door of the flat.

    "Viago, what's wrong? You're being way too quiet."

    "Oh, I was just... uh, thinking about the story you told the shopkeeper." Your brows knit together. He lowered his voice. "About us having a son." Your face flushed. You didn't think about your words before they came out of your mouth. It seemed like a valid excuse to keep the shop open for a few extra minutes. The two of you awkwardly stood on the flat's doorstep for a while, neither of you knowing what to say next. You cleared your throat.

    "Well, we do have a son now." This time, Viago was confused until you pointed at the fish. A smile crept its way across his features. "And our son needs a place to sleep, so why don't we get his tank set up?"

    It didn't take long for the both of you to set up the fish tank. You were quite proud of it, actually. The fish seemed to enjoy it too. You sat on the floor next to Viago, both watching the fish swim around its tank. "Our son needs a name," Viago announced. He inched closer to the tank to better inspect the fish. "What do you suppose suits him?"

    "Gilburt the Fancy." Viago chuckled before nodding.

    "Yes, I think that works well. Hello, Gilburt the Fancy!"

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[party-gilmore]

I need a What We Do In The Shadows x Supernatural crossover

Vladislav thinks he has a Brilliant Plan to get rid of the New And Super Shitty Wolf Pack that's trying to move in on the We're Kind Of Cool With Them Now Because Our Friend Stu Is One Of Them Wolf Pack's territory and puts in an anonymous tip to the hunter network and Deacon and Viago are like

"What the eff, Vlad, that means hunters are going to come around!"

"...yes, to hunt the werewolves."

"Vlad! Stu is a werewolf!"

"... ah... right. Oh. I see."

"Do you, Vladislav? Vladislav, the vampire, which is a thing hunters also hunt?"

So now they have to try and work with the Winchester's to make sure they only hunt the Shitty Werewolves and not Stu's pack, or, ya know, them.

Meanwhile for the most part, Sam and Dean see these idiots and the camera and assume it's a cross between a shitty larping group and a ghostfacers type scenario (its shot like that, like the WWDITS documentary style, so), except for when The Roommates blatantly use their powers... which... is pretty much only for stupid shit... and Viago keeps having to emergency hypnotize one or both of them to the point there's some temporary (Viago hopes) side effects.

Cas, on the other hand, when he poofs in he immediately knows they're vamps, obvs, but Sam and Dean are working with them fine, and they're so OBVIOUSLY vampires, just fucking dumb ones, that Cas figures it's a Benny type of situation and assumes the brothers know and doesnt bring it up.

The vamps are scared SHITLESS of Cas at first, freaking out and trying to come up with a panicky gameplan to get rid of him because wow this guy could just so much as wink and burn them all to a crisp - and in a very scooby doo-like sequence of shenanigans it inevitably backfires and instead of taking out Cas it takes out some wolves that were sneaking up on him instead, and he professes his thanks and a traditional debt of "I owe you one" and they're all nervously like "haha okaaayyyy cool cool cool he's... on our side? for now? we guess?"

And the only real conflict between the two groups is Cas jealously poofing his wings when Deacon or Vlad blatantly hit on Dean, but Dean doesnt notice (not because of repression, but because these particular men are fucking dorks so he just puts another tally in the Weird Fucking Nerds column instead of the Actual Interest In Me column). Vlad, being the shit starter and risk taker, begins doing it more and more to rile up the angel while Viago anxiously begs him to please please stop antagonizing the trillenia old holy being.

It's not until the end after the hunt and the Winchesters are halfway cross the country and Cas makes some innocuos comment about how he's "all for cooperation with allies of other species, but please let's never work with a vamp nest that idiotic again."

[wheels screech]

"What?"

"...what what?"

"Cas they were clearly just LARPers."

"Uh... no, I could smell them, they had their fangs out like the whole time, and the weird horny one shapeshifted in front of us like five times."

"WHAT?!?!"

"I THOUGHT YOU KNEW?!?!?"

(Cas cashes in his "owes them one" by convincing the brothers not to turn around right there and gank their asses. He and Viago still exchange letters, he finds that one at least to be quite pleasant and he has discovered a fondness for fine stationary that he never really gets to use otherwise, travelling with the Winchesters and all.)

[deaconsleatherpants]

Idea for your sad fic, this is actually not my head canon but movie canon. If Deacon erases himself from the readers memory, he would be pretty heartbroken about that. Like in the movie, vampires when depressed physically start transforming to their actual age. Like Vlad did when Pauline was the guest of honor at the Masquerade. Deacon is close to 200 years old? That would still look pretty terrible. I enjoy thinking about the more unpleasant and monstrous sides of vampirism. Like what would happen if the reader sees him that way?

@strange-birdy-me

Hi! So sorry it took me so long to get to this ask - I just moved to grad school and started a master's program this week, and things have been a bit of a mess. 😩

But I didn't consider this! I feel like vampires start looking like that when they don't feed for a long time, which could of course go along with being depressed or upset about something. However, I don't think Deacon would do this in the situation I have in the fic. He'd be upset for sure, probably a bit angry with himself too - but I don't think he'd forget to feed. Reader might also be a bit freaked out by him if he looked too monstrous, rather than intrigued/struck by how familiar he seems. That familiarity might not be so apparent if he looks too different from how they're used to seeing him.

But it's really interesting to think about, so thanks for sending this in! 🙂

[morbidgrl-archive3]

𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖎 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖉𝖉 -

scream - an ex of billy loomis and sister of stu matcher. stu,billy and scout - the three musketeers for as long as scout can remember,scout has a close brother / sister relationship with stu and still has lingering feelings for billy and was there for him the day his mother left due to his father's unfaithfulness with sidney prescott's mother,maureen. there for the murder of sidney's mother,scout would do anything for billy and knows him inside and out,she's been there for him on his worst nights,the two were attatched to the hip as lover's and long after the end of their relationship due to the plan that falls into the scream verse and she's alongside him every step of the way,unbeknownst to the rest of woodsborro. (i've decided to make this exclusive to @fxntasmagoria's billy loomis bc i love the ship i have with them and can't see myself rping with any other billy's)

it ch's 1 & 2 - scout bowers,only daughter of butch bowers and sister to henry bowers. only girl in the bowers gang turned member of the loser's club after kids in derry,maine go missing. she teams up with the losers club after IT affects her and everyone she loves,defeating IT alongside them. ch 2 scout deals with the loss of patrick being a victim to IT,and her brother completely loosing his mind murdering their father and being sent to an institution where she visits him often,she stays in derry for him alongside mike hamlon and remembers everything that happened that summer. IT claims lives again and they're reminded of their promise that if IT comes back,they'd all come together,no matter what and defeat IT once more.

what we do in the shadow's tv series & film - in the series,scout's vampire obsessed,horror obsessed,and long time on again off again familiar to laslo and nadja whenever they can't find a new one since theirs keep dying,she comes to save the day and does anything and everything for them. she's very close to the two and sees them as parental figures. she isn't just doing this to one day become a vampire like them but because they basically took her in when she had no where else to go after her parents passed away. in the film,she's one of the few humans that's not a hunter that knows of the existence of vampires and hangs out with them without worrying about being murdered thanks to viago,vladislav,and deacon.

stranger things - born and raised in hawkins,indiana and close with the byer's family,scout carver is known for being the mortician's daughter,having the reputation of being the school freak due to her being a metalhead and general outcast,scout is thrown into the world of the upside down when eleven comes to hawkins and she finds herself there with will,trapped until el saves them and seemingly closes the gate. seasons remain the same plot just with scout thrown into it.

saw - taken in and raised by john kramer himself,trained to help him with his saw traps and finding victims for his games,scout carver(later changed to kramer after being legally adopted by him) she is like a mini apprentice for him and is blinded by her love and admiration for him to see him for who he is and doesn't see that he is using her for his own games. she stalks his victims for him,gets close to them - then before they know it,they're trapped and in the game and they hate her for it. the bond she has with kramer is incredibly toxic and a rollercoaster,even after the old man dies she still continues his work.

heathers - she's an outcast by both her peers and the staff,it seemed. heather chandler is her number one enemy,someone she can hardly look at yet heather and her goons are hellbent on making her life a living hell at good ol westerburg high school in her hometown of sherwood,ohio - or hell,if you ask her. she doesn't mind veronica sawyer,someone she'd like to be friends with but can't due to her status with the heathers. when the heathers start turning up dead,one by one it seemed,scout wants in. scout wants in on making her bullies pay. and she'll do whatever it takes to make that happen even if veronica doesn't.

hp - pure blood slytherin,american as they come transferred tot he wizadring world once she got the letter from hogwarts. she gets the witch side from both of her folks,them waiting until her 12th birthday to tell her. snape is a good long time family friend and someone she considers an uncle,and she mingles with gryffindoor,having befriended the weasley family due to her father working with arthur weasley. the rest of the slytherin's don't understand her friendship with the weasly family and shun her for it,except draco malfloy,another family friend. she's much like the weasly twins,always causing chaos and mayhem where ever she goes and you can often find her in detention or catch her sneaking out of it.

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

The Devil in Disguise, Pt. 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

Part 1

Summary: Dean’s on the run from escaping a prison where a job went south. Sam is in the wind. With nowhere to go and an injured leg, Dean takes refuge in the only place he could find—an old remote cabin. Normally empty for long stretches, Dean happens to stumble in the same day that the cabin’s owner returns. After a rocky first encounter, Dean comes to believe that a distant connection they share could be the thing that saves his life and gets him back to Sam. But will it happen before Y/N’s finance, a prison guard at Green River, finds the secret she’s hiding in the woods?

A/N: The fic was inspired by the song “The Devil’s Backbone” by The Civil Wars. This is part 2 of ?? written for multiple bingo cards that go for both chapters. Set around S2 (Folson Prison Blues). New tag lists are at the end of the fic. I have tag spots open, let me know if you want to jump on or off for SPN (Dean and/or Sam, or RPF for Jensen)

Warnings: (Part One): Language, Mild angst, Hints of abuse 

WC: 4.9K

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[Y/N] stood at the foot of the bed and examined her handiwork of cleaning and properly bandaging Dean’s wound. All the while thinking about the “BOLO” that came over the CB. Sure this stranger said he knew Deacon, but did he? Was he really who he said he was? Her eyes flickered from the fevered man in the bed to the task she was currently taking on, trying to figure out what her instincts were telling her. When she was satisfied, she moved around the room, cleaning up the leftovers from the bandages, along with the jumpsuit and discarded them in a big black trash bag. Leaving it in the corner of the room, she returned to the foot post, and leaned on it, wrapping both hands tightly around the frame. 

“Ok, you're patched up, you’ve got penicillin and soup is on the stove. Time to tell me a story, Dean. What was the job at the prison?” 

Dean used the strength in his upper arms to sit up straighter on the bed and watched her curiously for a beat before speaking. She wished she could read his thoughts and know exactly what he was considering, but all she could hope for would be his full cooperation and the complete truth.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” he asked simply, and leaned back against the old, wrought iron bedpost. 

Her eyes snapped up quickly. “Ghosts?”

“Yeah. I don’t mean Casper the friendly, either. I’m talking about vengeful ones. Ones that use their anger to kill people.”

[Y/N] felt her throat run dry and was grateful she was already holding onto the iron arch of the frame. “Yeah,” she whispered, then cleared her throat. “I believe in ‘em.”

“That makes this easier…” he mumbled to himself before continuing, “but the truth is, doesn’t matter if you believe. Because they’re real. So are vampires, werewolves, demons… all the nasty, vile monsters you can think of… all real and the prison had one that was killing inmates. Deacon called on us to help get rid of it.”

“Deacon… of course,” she whispered almost incoherently and expelled a long, slow breath. 

“You never did say how you knew him,” Dean said, and shrugged defensively when her gaze snapped back at him, flashing a warning not press his luck. “Just sayin’...”

“I’ve known Deacon since I was a kid. He used to come to my dad’s church.” There was so much more to it, but she wasn’t ready to share all her intel. “So, continue… ghost in the prison…”

“Right, so, Deacon called us in to figure out who it was. He thought we could get more info as prisoners then he ever would as the warden. The spook was going after his guys, he had to do something.”

“But you must have done something to get yourselves locked up. Deacon couldn’t just smuggle two people into Green River and pass them off as prisoners, warden or not. So, just breaking in somewhere was enough to get you thrown in prison? You were a little vague on the charges.”

“That’s… complicated and not relevant here. What is, is that we figured out who the ghost was, and Deacon was breaking us out to go--”

“Salt and burn…” she said, not meaning to interrupt but her blank expression and clouded eyes told Dean that she was suddenly lost a memory.

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed. “How did you--are you a hunter?”

“Huh? What? No,” she stammered and pushed off the iron frame. “No, not a hunter, but I know what hunters are.”

“How?”

“Story for another time,” she said, waving him off. “Please. continue… how did you go from Deacon breaking you out, to bleeding in my cabin while pointing my own gun at me?”

“He opened a panel for us to escape through, was going to bring us out the rear exit. We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere and went out the wrong doors. Shit went sideways fast, had to improvise and we got separated. Sam took off in the direction of the cemetery where the body was buried and my only way out was the other direction. Spotlights caught me as I hit the tree line and got shot. Ran as far as I could… damn near through the night. Now here I am.”

[Y/N] just nodded slowly, as if she was trying to comprehend everything he was telling her. She began to pace the room, but not with any vigor. It was methodical and slow, each step seemed to be taken with a thoughtful purpose as she went over his story in her mind. 

“Who was it?” she asked finally, looking up to meet the pair of dull green eyes looking back. She had a moment where she wondered how they would actually shine when their owner was bogged down with fever because even as muted as they were, they were still beautiful.

“A nurse who died in a prison riot years ago. They started construction on an old wing of the unit, and it stirred her up.”

“Oh,” [Y/N] mused, then settled on the end of the bed, the opposite side of where Dean lay. She brought her knee up to rest on the mattress and twisted her body to face him. 

“And your brother… he took care of it?”

“I sure hope so. I’m hoping he found his way to the car and got over there. Kinda hard to check up on that, though.” He motioned towards his leg, his whole expression shrugging with a hint of exhausted sarcasm.

“What cemetery?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to check, that’s why. You may not be able to, but I can. I need to do a supply run to town anyway. So, which cemetery.”

“Uh… Green Valley, but… lady… I don’t think its a good idea. Our PD, if she was forced to talk, that place is gonna be swimming in uniforms.”

“It's fine. I have family buried there. I can always say I’m going to visit them. What was the nurses’ name?”

“Glockner,” Dean replied but shook his head as he did. “It's okay. I’m sure Sam got there to take care of it. Right now he’s probably free and clear and freaking out trying to figure out where I am.”

“[Y/N],” she spoke up softly. “My name is [Y/N].”

“Thanks for saving my ass, [Y/N],” Dean smiled, relieved.

“Thanks for not shooting me, Dean.”

Across the queen size bed, they shared a brief, yet slightly intense gaze before each of them broke away. [Y/N] found him intriguing, and without doubt, believed what he was telling her. Her instincts may have been quiet before, but after hearing what he had to say, and knowing what she knew about Deacon, [Y/N] knew that she could believe his story. Besides, with Dean’s confidence in the man’s voucher, she really felt that she could trust what he was saying. That made her want to do whatever she could to help him get better, and then get back to his brother. 

“Where can I find your brother?” she asked. “Where’s home? Would he go there?”

“Home is long gone. We never stay any place too long.”

“Damn. Then how do I find him?”

Dean thought for a minute. All their usual ways of communication after separation wouldn’t work. He figured Sam would have a new burner by now, but not like he could get the number. Any cop in a hundred-mile radius would be looking for the Impala, and even Deacon was most likely being watched like a hawk. 

“Right now, I don’t think we can. Let me fight off this bitch of an infection, and then when my head is clear, I can figure things out.”

“Okay,” she relented and went to stand from the bed. Before she reached the doorway that led to the kitchen, she turned and faced him one last time. “You can stay as long as you need to. Take this room. I’ll stay in the loft. But, Dean... “

“Yeah?”

“If you ever point my own gun, or any gun at me again, I won’t hesitate to shoot you once I get it back.”

Twenty-four hours later, and Dean’s fever was still ragging. He was semi-aware of her sitting in the rocker placed in the corner for good stretches of the night, and when the sun peeked through the thin lace curtains it caused black spots to pulse behind his eyes. Somehow, [Y/N] could tell, and she moved to pull the heavier curtain closed.

Dean was also vaguely aware that she kept putting a cool cloth to his forehead and checked his leg a few times. At some point during the long night, he remembered wondering why she was going through all this instead of just getting on her CB and bringing the cops to her door.

Even with no clock present, when Dean finally came fully to consciousness, he could tell that it was sometime in the early afternoon. The birds weren’t as loud, and the brightness of the day had moved higher in the sky. He was able to push himself up to sitting, though it caused a burst of pain to ripple through his injured leg. 

“Sonofabitch!” Dean grunted through gritted teeth, as he tried to swing the leg off the bed. The motion of which caused a swirl of blurry vision, his head swimming in static and black spots again. “Nope,” he said to himself and moved his leg back to where it had been. 

Dean was still for a few minutes, making sure the pain evened out and that he wasn’t going to pass out again. Once he was sure he could focus, he listened closely to any sounds coming from out in the cabin. 

It was silent. But that’s when he noticed the folded scrap of paper sitting on the bedside that had his name written in a blunt, but feminine script.

Dean,

Making a supply run. Stay put. If you can manage to move, there’s cold water in the fridge. If not, there’s a room temp bottle and your meds by this note. Also a protein bar. See if you can choke that down. Be back soon.

[Y/N]

She had done as promised, and left the water bottle and pills behind the note, along with the protein bar. Dean felt himself smile despite his deteriorating condition. He made quick work of powering through the food, pills, and water, and then settled back onto the bed and closed his eyes. When they fluttered open again, the sun continued its descent into the sky, and when he peeked out of the curtains again, there was a soft twinge of pink and orange sky acting as a backdrop to the autumn colored trees. 

Noise from the kitchen snapped his attention back, and he instinctively reached under the pillow for a gun that wasn’t there. He had just enough time to register a slew of curses in his mind when the bedroom door opened and [Y/N] stood there with a tray, and a pleased smile on her lips. 

“Welcome back,” she smiled and moved over to the bed, carefully setting the tray down on the open side, then moving towards Dean to help prop him up. 

He waved her off and was able to get himself to sitting, but his eyes, not so dull anymore, watched her carefully. 

“Why are you doing all this? What do you get out of it?” he asked, unable to hide his curiosity over her generous nature. 

“I don’t get anything out of it other than helping you not die. But I am doing this because I believe you,” she said, and delicately lifted the material of the sweatpants to check on his wound. “When I was ten, I thought I saw a ghost in my dad’s church.” She paused, and seemed satisfied with how the bandages looked, and carefully pulled the pant leg back down. She retrieved the tray, kicked open the legs on it and placed it carefully over Dean’s lap as she continued her story. 

“Scared the shit out of me, and of course, he didn’t believe me. People started getting hurt. Workers who were repainting the outside of the rectory… an old lady pushed down the stairs by some unseen force. Stuff like that.”

Dean nodded in understanding and made the attempt to eat the soup and crackers she brought him. 

“Anyway, after the maintenance guy died, that’s when things got even weirder.”

“Weirder how?”

“Deacon had been a member of the parish for as long as I can remember. Never really thought much of him except for he was a Marine and that he worked at the jail. Nice guy, always smiled at me on Sundays. One night, I was hiding in the pews, reading some crap I shouldn’t have been, and I heard Deacon and some guy with him, arguing with my dad. Something about needing to burn something. Whatever Deacon wanted… some kind of old jewelry that was kept in the church safe… Dad refused. I was scared because I distinctly remember that guy with Deacon saying that unless they did, the spirit wouldn’t rest and could eventually kill the preacher, or even his family.”

Dean’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Despite the fever that had been stifling much logical thought in the last day, he was able to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

“That guy, what did he look like?”

“Why is that important?”

“It just is!” he snapped, and immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry… can you just try and remember?”

[Y/N] closed her eyes and went back in her memories. “He was tall, dark hair, dark eyes. Not a beard exactly, but more than a few days beard, you know? He had these crazy dimples, too. I remember thinking they were as big as craters.”

“Holy shit,” Dean snorted in disbelief. “I think that was my dad. Was his name, John?” Her attention snapped back up and he could tell just by the look on her face that it was.

“Yeah, his name was John. He’s how I know what hunters are. That night, after my dad locked up, I stayed in the church. I was so scared of a ghost killing me that I went and stole the necklace from the safe. I rode my bike all the way to Deacon’s house and he was super pissed to see me there. Until I pulled it from my pocket…”

“Lemme guess... my dad snatched it from you and barked at you to go home?”

“Close, but not quite. I got to hear a snippet of their conversation, first. John said something about salting and burning the bones and that it didn’t work. The necklace had to be the link. Then he barked at me to go home.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. I went home. Deacon and I never spoke of it again, but he always looked at me a little differently on Sundays. Almost like he was proud.”

“So, that’s why you believed me so easily. That talk doesn’t always go very smoothly for civilians.”

“Yeah well, guess you lucked out running into me then, huh?”

Dean exhaled steadily through slightly pursed lips and nodded. “You ain’t kiddin’.”

“I grabbed better meds for you in town this morning. Try and eat some and then you can take those. If that can bring your temperature down I think you’ll be alright. I checked your leg while you were sleeping, changed the bandages. You got lucky the bullet went clean through.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this, really.”

“It’s nothing. Just eat and rest.” 

She turned to leave and Dean realized he didn’t want her too. He wanted her to stay and talk to him; he liked when she was around. Maybe it was because they had some sort of distant connection through Deacon, or maybe it was simply because of her. Most likely, it was just his fever making him not want to be alone. But right then, he wanted nothing more than for her to stay and sit beside him.

“[Y/N], wait... “ he paused, leaning forward from the pillows until she turned around and slowly brought her (y/c) eyes to meet his. “Would you stay? Keep me company, maybe?”

She paused at the door, her left hand slowly sliding down the old wood trim of the frame. Dean saw her body relax a little, and when she finally turned back around to face him, her features were softer than they had been before. He was struck, not for the first time, by how beautiful she was in the dim light of the room’s light. When she turned and went back to the rocker in the corner, then dragged it closer to the bed, Dean happily leaned back against the pillows, relieved she was staying and worked on consuming the food she brought him.

The next morning, Dean woke with his head clearer than it had been since getting shot in the first place. Overnight he had sweat straight through the shirt he had borrowed and would just about kill for a clean one; maybe even a shower.

[Y/N] knocked lightly on the door before opening it just enough to talk through. 

“Decent?” she asked and waited for a response before entering.

“Yeah, good,” Dean replied. Once she was in, he approached the idea of a shower. “So, what are the chances I’m healed enough to take a hot shower?”

“I doubt you could stand on that long enough without support of some kind.”

Dean groaned and rolled his head back. “Dammit. I feel like I’ve been slimed. Just, head to toe gross. You know?”

“Yeah, I can imagine. I could pull a kitchen chair into the bathroom, you could give yourself a sponge bath at least.”

Dean bit his tongue from replying with some half sarcastic, half flirtatious comment. “I’ll take what I can get.”

“I’ll set it up for you, then I was going to get a fire going. Wanted to see if maybe you wanted to venture from the room today. Seems like maybe your fever broke overnight. Getting up and moving around would be good for you; a little of it, anyway.”

“I’m all for it,” he smiled, genuinely excited for both the change of scenery and the chance to spend more time with her. 

“Great. We really need to figure out a plan here, too,” she said softly followed by a side-eyed glance that didn’t go unnoticed by Dean. He even thought maybe, she looked a little disappointed. She wasn’t always the easiest person to read and he had only known her through fevered days so far. Despite all that, Dean could feel his sharp senses returning, and they were telling him this girl was one he could both count on and trust.

[Y/N] disappeared into the bathroom, and could be heard moving some things around, then reappeared. She seemed like she was about to speak when they both heard it. 

A running motor. The sound of a door being slammed closed. 

“Shit!”

Her eyes went wide with fear, and Dean felt his heart sink but his survival instinct kicked in. As quickly as he could move, he twisted his hips and let both legs fall to the floor. Standing quickly, a little too quickly, the wounded leg instantly buckled, but [Y/N] was right there to catch him. Dean slung an arm over her shoulders as she helped him limp across the floor.

“What? Do you know who it is?” he asked through the bolts of pain that coursed up his body from the sudden movement on his leg.

“Yeah, it could only be Derek,” she said, her stomach instantly going sour. 

“Derek?”

“My finance. Also, prison guard a Green River.”

“Well shit,” Dean huffed as she opened the bathroom door and nearly shoved him inside. “Talk about a coincidence.”

Ignoring his quip, she tried to think about what was her best course of action. “The linen closet is deep enough for you to stand in. Go in and shut the door. It can be locked from the inside. Lock it and not a sound,” she whispered desperately. 

Dean nodded and limped his way carefully to the linen closet. [Y/N] dashed about the room, cleaning up any remnants of the escapee’s presence and tossed it under the bed. Her heart was racing, her hands were trembling with fear; not just for Derek possibly discovering Dean, but for her own safety as well. 

Just as she finished hiding the evidence, and stepped into the kitchen, the front door to the cabin opened and the man she least wanted to see was making his entrance.

“You forget how to answer your phone all of a sudden?!” he barked, taking several hulking steps through the living room and into the kitchen.

“You know I don’t get service up here,” she replied calmly, an amazing feat given how badly she was shaking internally. “What do you want? Why are you here?”

Derek snorted in exasperation. “Are you dumb?! Didn’t you hear the CB at least?”

[Y/N] refrained from responding harshly, knowing it would only set him off more. “I may have been outside. Or on a supply run. What’s so important that I have to know?”

“Prisoners escaped. Two of ‘em,” he replied and rubbed a hand over his face down to his beard, something he only did when he was frustrated. Letting his hand fall back at his side with a slap against his outer thigh. “Pack your shit, I came up here to bring you home. No reason that you need to be up here with two escapees on the loose and weather rollin’ in.” 

“Haven’t seen a sign of any escapees this far out,” she shrugged absently, going about unloading the extra supplies she had grabbed when she went to town earlier. This didn’t go unnoticed by Derek. 

“Seems like quite the stockpile for one person for a weekend,” he grumbled, eyeing up the box of supplies on the table. “Might as well put them all back in, 'cause you’re leaving with me now.”

[Y/.N]’s head whipped around and up to meet Derek’s dark and brooding gaze. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, it’s why I’m here. You didn’t answer, so I came to get you. This is no place for a girl to be, especially alone, with two escaped felons on the loose.”

Derek grabbed her arm roughly, but her quick reflexes kicked in before he could solidify his grip. 

“First off, I am not a girl, I am a perfectly capable woman. Second, don’t you ever grab me like that again. I warned you, Derek. I am not going to be some pushover you can boss around.”

Their eyes locked and for a brief moment, she didn’t know if he would relent or go to grab her again, so she prepared herself just in case. Derek’s large frame relaxed as he backed off, pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, and plopped down into it.

“What the Hell are you doin’ up here [Y/N]. Ain’t nothing up here for you but a bunch of cobwebs and bad memories. There are two escaped felons, and we ain’t talkin’ bout no drug charges or simple B ‘n E. They were in for murder… grave desecration. These are two really sick sons of bitches. Weather’s rollin’ in on top of it. Just seems dumb to be up here when it ain’t necessary.”

[Y/N] went back to unpacking her supplies midway through his exasperated rant. Doing her best to ignore the word murder, she did her best to focus on the supplies and ignore Derek’s concentrated gazed watching her every move. 

“But yet, you’re still unpackin’. Do I gotta call your daddy? Get him up here to put you in your place?” Derek asked his questions and averted his eyes, keeping them transfixed on the side of the box before slowly bringing them back up to see the fear he had hoped to see on her face. When there wasn’t a trace of it, his brow furrowed and he tilted his head curiously. “What? Preacher Steve doesn’t put the fear of God in you anymore?”

[Y/N] snorted a laugh and took out the last can of tomato paste before she finally turned back to give him her full attention. She leaned in, dangerously close to her fiance and knew that what she was about to say could earn her a pop in the mouth. But something about spending the last forty-eight hours with Dean Winchester had somehow instilled the ability to not give a fuck.

“Fuck. You,” she whispered, a slight, rueful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I’ll be back to town when I fucking feel like it. If you’re bored, Derek, call Rita from work. I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to assist you with whatever you need. Now, get out.”

Her knowing glare unnerved Derek, making him shift uncomfortably. He waited another beat and stood from the old wooden chair that groaned gratefully as he removed his hefty size from its worn frame. He wanted to say something--drew in a breath to do just that--but the crackle of the radio he wore on his hip made him stop, and simply expel the air in a huff and reach for the walkie as the voice on the other end was unintelligible when mixed with the static of the shitty reception.

“I’ll go. But I won’t be gone long. When I come back,  you’re coming home.” As he went to leave, he was about to press the button to reply, but paused and turned back around. “If you see or hear anything suspicious, you pick up the damn CB and call me!”

Ignoring his command, she turned her back to him and started putting away the cans of food into the pantry. 

“Did you hear me?!” he bellowed, making her shoulders stiffen and a shiver at the sharpness of his tone run down her spine. 

“Yes, Derek,” she replied without turning around. Gripping the counter with white knuckles, she waited until she heard the slam of the front door before exhaling the breath she didn’t realize she was holding it. 

“Goddammit,” she whispered and let her head fall between her shoulders. The entire interaction left her feeling cold and lost in a place she hadn’t gone to in years. But now, thanks to the man she was supposed to be marrying, she was knee-deep in memories that clawed at her insides to come spilling out. 

[Y/N] didn’t hear Dean emerge from the bathroom, nor did she hear him limp his way across the bedroom, then out into the kitchen. She was so lost in the recesses of her early years on the Earth, that she didn’t even feel his presence until he was standing right behind her. She didn’t jump or scare, she simply looked up into his furrowed, curious brow, and kind green eyes, and laid her head against his chest. 

“You heard all that?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah,”’  he rasped, “I heard. What I don’t get is why the Hell you would marry a douchebag like that.” 

“Long story, not one I particularly feel like telling at the moment.” She regrettably moved her head off his chest and caught his briefly caught his gaze. 

His eyes were slightly narrowed on her, his brow still showing lines of concern, and his full lips were set in a contemplative pout. She thought maybe the instinct to rest her head on him had soured him towards her. 

“Sorry,” she said, feeling suddenly stupid and quickly busying herself with the task at hand. 

She saw Dean wobble from the corner of her eye and dropped the cans she was holding onto help steady him. He draped an arm around her shoulder and she when she helped him sit in one of the kitchen chairs, he passed her a grateful smile. 

“Sorry for what?” he asked, wincing at the pain radiating from his leg. 

She crouched down and saw the fresh blood coming through the leg of his pants. “For… I don’t know… a moment of weakness I guess. One of your stitches popped,” she said changing the subject. “Sit tight. Let me get the first aid kit and patch this up. Then maybe I can wrap it and you can get that shower.”

[Y/N] started walking into the bedroom to retrieve the supplies that had been kicked under the bed in a rush when Dean reached out and caught her wrist. 

“Hey, you have nothing to say sorry for. Everything you’ve done for me…” he trailed off and shrugged, his expressive lips pushing up into a small, cocky smirk. “...least I can do is give you a place to lay your weary head.”

She snorted a laugh and shook her head. Despite his pallid complexion and current pain levels, Dean was flirting with her. Whether it was just to elicit a smile after the recent encounter with Derek, or because he was genuinely flirting, she didn’t know. Truth is, she didn’t care. She liked having him around and realized then and there that she would do whatever she had to in order to help him get better and get back to his brother.

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The Hart II: Highway

Summary: Off on her own, without the Winchesters, Bobby, Ellen or Jo, Lizzie tries to get back to what she does best… hunting. But time is running out, Dean’s soul is on the line, and now everyone knows Lizzie is psychic like Sam. Can the brothers and Lizzie work through their problems? Or will they lose everything?

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Part Thirteen: Neck on the Line

Warnings: Normal stuff… angst, violence, Dean being a reckless a-hole.

Bamby

DPOV

Sam, Liz and I walked around the corner of an alleyway, flashlights in hand. Walking into the back alley of the abandoned buildings, we came to a pool of blood. Hurrying over, following the trail, we found a man lying on the floor, bleeding to death, his hand pressing to his neck where he'd been bitten.

"Hey, hey." Sam started as we knelt by the man. "Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?"

"Where is she?" I asked. "Where'd she go?"

The man lifted his hand, gesturing down the alley.

I gave Sam and Liz a nod, telling them to stay with the man while I headed off to find the monster that had did this to him and countless other victims.

There was some distance between the others and myself as I came to a stop in another alley way. Looking around, I had no idea which way to go in order to find the vampire. Willing to do whatever it takes, I lifted my arm and pulled my sleeve up before pressing the blade of my machete against my skin. Slowly and carefully, I cut myself, watching as blood began to drip to the floor.

"Smell that?!" I called out. "Come and get it!"

A woman, no older than Sam and Liz, came around the corner then. Only she wasn't a woman. She was a vampire.

Right on time.

Grinning smugly, I nodded at her. "That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better."

She approached cautiously, looking to the machete in my hand.

Looking from her to my blade, I shrugged, dropping the weapon. "Come on! Free lunch!"

Charging at me, she grabbed my arms and lunged at my neck. I felt her teeth slide into my skin, causing a pain to shoot through me. Fighting against the pain, I managed to pull out a syringe and plunge it into her neck, emptying the contents into her system.

Coughing and shaking, she looked to me with wide eyes before she fell to the ground, unconscious.

Panting, I gave a little cheer. "Whoo!"

The sound of footsteps approaching had me look over to see Sam and Liz walking around the corner. Their eyes landed on the woman and then on my neck. A frown slowly grew on Sam's face as Liz rushed forward.

"You okay?" she asked tentatively, her hands grabbing my arm to check my cut before she looked to my bite.

"I'm fine," I assured her, gently pulling her hands back. Seeing Sam still frowning at me, I shrugged. "What?"

"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?"

I shook my head, not worried at all. The job was done, that's what mattered. "That's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?"

EPOV

While I stood with the brothers, looking down at the tied up, blonde vampire sitting in front of me, I vibrated with an internal rage and a shameful fear. I hated vampires. No one- except for Bobby, maybe- knew how much I hated vampires, and at the same time they terrified me.

Despite all the things I had to do in this line of work, vampires were the worst monsters I'd ever come across. Vampires, and demons. But then, they were the things that ripped my family away from me.

The vampire began to stir as she woke, slowly looking up at the three of us.

Dean leaned over her. "You with us?" Her only response was to fight and struggle against her bonds. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere."

"Where's your nest?" Sam got straight to the point.

She looked up at him, confused. "What?"

"Your nest," Dean pressed. "Where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out."

She looked to each of us, seeming distressed, but it was an act. "I don't know what you're talking about." The brothers looked to each other as they rolled their eyes. "Please! I don't feel good."

Turning around, Dean grabbed a syringe of the table behind him, showing it to her. "Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood."

Shaking her head, she looked to the needle with fear. "Just let me go."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, you know we can't do that."

"I'm telling you the truth!" she exclaimed. "I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!"

Shifting on the spot, Sam looked to her confused now. "You took something?"

"Yes! I can't come down. I just want to come down."

Leaning forward so he was at eye level with her, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Lucy. Please. Just let me go."

"All right, Lucy, how about this?" Sam started, his caring and nice voice in place of his hunter one. "If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go."

"You will? " she asked, looking over to Dean and me.

I looked to Dean, pissed. He nodded in an obviously insincere way while also offering a quick smile to the monster who then turned to me.

You have got to be kidding me. Sighing, I nodded, though didn't smile.

Taking a deep breath, she began to speak. "Uh, I don't really... um, it's, it's not that clear. I was at Spider."

"Spider?" Dean asked.

"The club, on Jefferson," she explained. "And there was this guy. He was buying me drinks."

Her story had my interest. If this guy was probably a vampire as well if he's the reason she turned. "What did he look like?"

"He was old, like thirty." She shrugged. The look on both the brother's faces didn't go unmissed by me. "He had brown hair, a leather jacket. Uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer. He had something for me."

There was a look in Dean's eyes as if he just realised what I'd figured out. "Something?"

"Something new. 'Better than anything you've ever tried'. He put a few drops in my drink."

"Was the drug red and thick?" When she nodded to his question Dean looked over to Sam and me as Sam shook his head in disbelief while my blood began to boil at the thought. "Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with."

Lucy turned to Dean sharply. "What?"

"Yeah, you just took a big steamin' shot of the nastiest virus out there."

"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something!" Turning away she now looked to Sam again. "The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry."

"So you busted out?" Sam asked, but we all knew the answer.

She nodded. "But it won't wear off, whatever he gave me?"

"Let me guess," I sighed. "Lights are too bright. You can hear everything. Sunshine stings."

"Yeah." She nodded again. "And smells. And I can hear blood pumping."

Dean shook his head. "Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again."

"Not mine." She looked to each of us. "Yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away." This was no act, she really had no idea what was happening to her. "I just want it to stop."

"All right, listen, Wavy Gravy," Dean started. "It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three."

"No, I couldn't," she sobbed. "No! I was hallucinating!"

"You weren't," I snapped, getting impatient. "You killed them, okay? You've left a trail of corpses for us to follow."

She shook her head, crying. "No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!"

A hand on my arm caught my attention. I looked to see Dean gesturing for me to follow as Sam started for the next room. The two of us were right behind him as Lucy continued to yell out to us.

Ignoring her, Sam sighed as he turned to Dean and I. "Poor girl."

"We don't have a choice."

"Dean's right. She's a vampire, we're hunters. If we don't do this she'll just keep killing." There was no emotion in my voice. I was being cold, I knew that. But vampires seemed to bring out the worst in me. "If you guys won't-"

I'd been about to turn to leave when Dean grabbed my arm again, stopping me. Looking up into his eyes I could see he was still in hunter mode, but I could also see wonder. The change in my attitude had him questioning what was up with me.

But instead of asking, he gave a short nod. "I'll do it."

Letting go of my arm, he walked into the room again. I watched as Lucy struggled against her ties, begging for him to let her go. But Dean simply grabbed the machete, and with moves he'd used many times before, swiftly decapitated her.

Her head landed on the ground with a thump.

Now that she was dead, I turned for the door and walked out, needing to calm myself down.

DPOV

Sam and I left the bar Lucy had told us about. The place was a buzz, so you'd think we would have found something, but no. We hadn't.

"That was a big, fat waste of time," I noted, frustrated, as we moved towards Liz who was leaning against a light post.

Sam sighed. "Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground."

As we reached Liz, she lifted her hand to point across the street. "Found him."

Looking over to where she was pointing, Sam and I could see a couple walking away from the bar and towards an alley. A thirty something man in a leather jacket and a young blonde woman.

I nodded. "Let's do this."

Pushing off the post, Liz turned to look at Sam and I. "We do this, I'm the one that gets to kill him." She left no room for questions, comments or arguments, because before we could speak she was already walking off.

...

Coming around the corner, we found the couple just in time as the man was about to feed the woman some blood from a dropper. Her mouth was open and ready, tongue sticking out. With a smile on her face, she was just as aware as Lucy had been.

Liz rushed forward first, grabbing the guy's arm and clocking him straight in the jaw.

"Hey!" the woman exclaimed.

But Sam and I were right there. "Get out of here. Go! Go!" Sam told her as he led her to the alley entrance while I turned to Liz.

Liz had been holding up her own against the vampire, but that didn't mean I was going to just stand there a leave her to it. So, without really thinking it through, I grabbed the vampire's jacket from behind and pulled him away from Liz before shoving him towards a wall.

He looked from her to me and right when I thought he was going to put up a fight, he made a break for it.

What the...?

"Come on!" Liz grabbed my arm before she started after the vampire, Sam and I right behind her.

Running down the alley, we came to a corner and rounded it as fast as we could. But as we made it to the other side we were made to come to a stop at the sight of Gordon Walker and Kubrick- one of the assholes who'd tried to kill Sam- standing right in front of us.

Gordon lifted his gun and I knew right then and there, he was going to kill all three of us.

But before he could pull the trigger, his gun flew across the alley way. That's when all eyes turned to Liz.

Shit.

EPOV

Gordon lifted his gun and before I realised what I was doing, I lifted my hand and sent the weapon flying across the alley.

In an instant, everyone turned to me. The brothers and I knew what this meant. I'd just shown Gordon that Sam wasn't the only 'psychic'. I might as well have screamed it out loud, because now, Gordon was going to kill me too.

Kubrick acted quickly, lifting his own gun and aiming it right at me.

"No!" Dean's arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me along with him until we were covered by a car in the alley.

Gun shots followed as Sam, Dean and I hid, moving to get to a wall in front of the car, so we had more cover. More shots started and I knew Gordon would have grabbed his gun back. Things weren't looking too good for us...

Looking around the corner briefly, Dean then turned to Sam and I, panting, "All right. Run. I'll draw them off."

"What?! No, you're crazy!"

I shook my head. "Sam's right. You won't make it."

But Dean ignored both of us as he darted out and into the line of fire, running across the alley and over to another car which he jumped onto before jumping over a fence. Kubrick ran after him, hot on his trail.

"Come on." Sam grabbed my hand as he got up but stayed low.

Every fibre in my being was screaming to stay, to go after Dean, to make sure he was okay. But at the same time, I didn't want to leave Sam, not if there was a chance Gordon would get him.

With a reluctant nod, I let Sam pull me along as we got out of there as fast as we could.

SPOV

I paced in the room. We were staying in an abandoned hotel, our room filled with old mattresses and a few other furniture pieces. I guess deciding to stay off the grid had been a good idea, of Gordon might have found us earlier...

The door to the room opened as Dean walked in.

Having been sitting on a mattress on the floor, Lizzie pulled herself up at the sight of my brother. "Where the hell were you?!"

He seemed completely unconcerned by our worry. "Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice."

I shook my head at him. "Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons!"

"Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass." he grinned, tugging his jacket off. "So, I guess Gordon's out of jail."

"You think?" Lizzie rolled her eyes at him.

That reminded me of the million questions I'd been stewing on. "You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?"

It took a second before Dean's grin slipped as he seemed to realise something. "That bitch." Pulling his cell out of his pocket, he dialled in a number before putting it on speaker. "Hi, Bela."

"Hello, Dean." We could hear the smile in her voice.

"Question for you," Dean started as he began to pace. "When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?"

Without hesitating, she answered as if there weren't a care in the world for her. "No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were."

Her answer had Dean pause. "Excuse me?"

She laughed lightly. "Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?"

Lizzie took the phone out of Dean's hand then. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe you could have picked up the phone and given us a heads up?!" she yelled. "Let us know that a psychotic killer was headed our way?!"

"I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit side-tracked." Bela just didn't seem to care.

"He tried to kill us!" Dean and Lizzie yelled at the same time, speaking into the phone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise it was such big deal. After all, there are three of you and one of him."

Dean shook his head at the phone. "There were two of them."

"Still, they were outnumbered-"

Cutting her off, Dean took the phone back from Liz. "Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you."

The smile in her voice was gone as Bela spoke, "You're not serious."

"Listen to his voice, Bela. You think he's serious?" Lizzie didn't even give her a chance to respond before she took the phone from Dean again and hung up.

EPOV

Sam was standing by the window, keeping an eye out while Dean and I sat at the table. Dean was cleaning his gun while I sharpened a machete.

Looking over to the younger Winchester, I made sure he was preoccupied before I leaned over to Dean and spoke in a faint voice so only he could hear me. "Don't ever run off like that again, okay?"

A grin played on the corner of his lips. "You worried about me, Liz?"

"Yes," I snapped. "Of course I am. I care about you, Dean."

He stopped working on his gun and turned to me. "I couldn't sit there and do nothing. You and Sam needed a way out, I gave it to you."

"You could have died."

He shrugged. "I thought it was pretty obvious by now. If I have to die to keep you and Sam safe, then I'll do it."

"And I thought it was pretty clear that Sam and I don't want you dying for us," I countered, feeling an anger start to bubble inside me.

I didn't have much of a family for the past eight years. Yes, I had Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Ash, but sticking around wasn't exactly something I was known for. The longest I was ever at the Roadhouse was a month or two. With Bobby, I was stuck with him for a bit longer because he didn't like the idea of a minor hunting on their own. But once I was eighteen I tried not to stay in one place too long.

Dean and Sam, they meant a lot to me and if anything were to happen to them I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle it. Sam was the brother I never had, and Dean... well he was a little more complicated.

"Guys, that vampire's still out there," Sam noted.

Pulling he gaze from me, Dean turned to his brother. "First things first."

"Gordon," I finished.

"When we find him, or if he finds us." Dean shrugged. "Well I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him."

That surprised me. Sam was always the one to give people chances. To decide to kill Gordon, just like that, and to say the words so calmly... it just didn't feel like a thing Sam would do, say, or even think.

"Really?" Dean sounded just as surprised as I felt. "Just like that? I thought you would have been like, 'No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong'," he spoke the last part with a mocking tone, mimicking Sam's voice.

Sam shook his head. "No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead. Or until he is."

Dean phone began to ring then. He picked it up off the table and took one look at the caller ID before scowling as he answered it angrily. "What?!"

"I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me. So, I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you," Bela spoke quickly, clearly trying to save herself.

"You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you-"

She cut Dean off, going on. "Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects. I used a talking board to contact the other side."

I sighed. "Get to the point, Bela."

"Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside."

"Thanks." Dean went to hang up when her voice stopped him.

"One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. 'Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon.' For whatever that's worth." With that, she hung up, leaving the three of us to wonder what the hell that meant.

DPOV

Sam was ahead as Liz and I followed him down a flight of stairs, a trail of blood lead us further and further into the warehouse. We'd come to a furnished room where the vampire knelt on the ground in front of two bodies that hung from the roof by their tied wrists.

Once we were off the stairs I spotted a knife on the table and silently told Liz and Sam that I was grabbing it before I did just that.

"Go ahead," the vampire spoke, keeping his back to us. "Do it. Kill me."

"What happened here?" Sam asked, keeping the Colt aimed at the vampire.

"Gordon Walker." The tension in the vampire's voice let us know how he felt about the hunter. "I never should have brought a hunter here. Never," he sighed, getting to his feet. "I just..." He slowly turned to us. "I just wanted some kind of revenge. So stupid, exposing him to my family."

I shook my head at him. "Oh, yeah, you're such a family man."

"You don't understand."

"And we don't care." Liz glared at him.

But he just ignored her. "I was desperate! You ever felt desperate?" Yes... "I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"

"Well, there's Hell." I couldn't keep the attitude out of my voice.

"I wasn't thinking." The vampire's voice shook. "I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like... it's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it."

The whole time he was talking, I couldn't help but relate. Everything he said, it's how I felt when Liz and Sam had died. It's why I made the deal in the first place. I didn't want to be alone, just like he hadn't...

While the vampire had been talking Sam had inched closer and closer to the bodies. Now standing next to them, he turned to Liz and myself. "Guys. Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off. With someone's bare hands."

Liz- who still stood next to me- turned to the vampire. "What did you do? Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?" When the vampire simply began to silently cry, refusing to answer, Liz stepped closer to him. "What did you do?!"

Slowly, he turned to look down at her. "I turned him."

There was a short pause as we all realised what this meant. Gordon was hard to beat while he was human. How were we supposed to beat him now? Vampires were difficult while at their worst, but Gordon was a well-trained hunter and knew his pray. We didn't stand a chance.

Liz lifted her machete so fast none of us had a chance to react before she cut the blade through the air and decapitated the vampire in one swift move.

Bamby

[coureirsix]

fun facts abt all the kids i guess bc i cant shut the fuck up about ocs right now

about cass

his name is lukas but like... 3 people in the entire wasteland know this. to everyone else he’s just “cassidy”

due to re-writes he’s just a junkie in general now and he’s forgotten how old he is. he’s like... 24

still isn’t over his dad’s death even though he acts like he is. he’s more angry about it than anything

moira is still his favourite person in the mojave

he got mixed feelings abt butch deloria. they hung out for a while and held hands one but when butch got caught up in evergreen mills and almost fucking died cass just kind of dropped butch back off at rivet city and dipped

(he was actually named after the vampire in preacher bc Cassidy is a fucking cool ass name even if the character is shit,,,)

abt jax, god i have so many things to say i’ll just 

he is absolutely in it for joshua graham though he’d rather die than say anything

he genuinely respects ulysses and holds 0 resentment for trying to kill him/get him killed

when he remembers what happened with benny he gets rly Depressed just cause he sometimes feels like he’s not the person “person” who should be in that body. like, he’s not who he says he is and it’s benny’s fault.

he does regret getting on boone’s bad side but like what can ya do

he’s also pretty aware of how his love for veronica is one of his best traits. he’d die for her.

he and cass (rose) have this weird open relationship no emotions/strings attached thing where they’re really close but he’s also always trying to set her up with Real dates and she lets him bc his taste in people.... Hm

he doesn’t regret what happened with arcade and thinks it’s for the better bc arcade deserves someone better

(jax was originally short for Ajax but then i remembered that jackson teller from sons of anarchy was also called “jax” so i just changed it.... but fuck jax teller fuck that guy.)

abt anna !!!

she LOVES preston he literally saved her life bc she was mad depressed at the commonwealth and that feeling of being estranged from life in general and he just... lit up her world like nobody else, they’re th minutemen tag team and he’s basically her only family.

it was some wild ass shell shock waking up to the commonwealth like she literally moped around for days just surviving until she found the museum of freedom

she once got into a fight with a deathclaw bc she wandered out of the settlement she was at for a while and just. oops. she took it on with the bat she had taken with her. she got it limping before it swung at her, leaving some nasty ass jurrassic park 3 level scratches on her torso

she couldnt forgive shaun for what he’d become like it took her a bit but she detached herself from the man and just.... told him to fuck off on his death bed before blowing the place up

her love for maccready is..... wholesome. it was one of those things where they’d like hang out and it’d be cool and he was teaching her to be a proper marksman and he had a cool personality and everything and she enjoyed his company until one day she hit a molerat in the distance and he had like, his self around her helping her aim and she looked at him and was like oh, fuck it’s this. it’s him.

she can’t stand deacon for very long bc she thinks he’s annoying but he’s the only one who gets most of her old world references so she keeps him along. she also thinks the railroad are way in over their heads. like the believes in the cause but it’s too much for so few people 

the transition from being a busybody to just chillin’ in the wasteland was the WORST she’d wake up when the sun was at it’s highest and lose her mind bc the day was WASTED and she’d freak out but there was always someone there to calm her down so it was okay in the end. she still feels suuuper guilty when she does have days where she lies around in bed all day.

she’s suuuuper sarcastic when she wants to be. deacon gets the worst of it and when she hits that zing ! is when maccready remembers why he loves her so much