#Sam is scrambling trying to figure out how to get her out of there while she faces off another dozen

[i-will-go-with-you-five]

Runner Five is feared for a reason… she is absolutely terrifying when she wants to be

[hello-eden]

Unexpected Hope

Damian has been disoriented all week. When he was told that stopping the ritual would have repercussions, he did not expect this. He had been dealing with the memories on his own but unfortunately he could not postpone this gala. 

He had been stopping a ritual that would end up summoning the being he now knows as Undergrowth. Damien does not regret that choice especially now that he has the context. Unfortunately it brought back his memories of Phantom.

He didn't quite understand they were memories for quite a while honestly he was a little bit concerned he got possessed. Thankfully after some compartmentalizing and a little bit of isolation, he figured out what was wrong. It did not help the confusion that comes with being a Midwestern teen and an assassin child put into one body but he has gotten the hang of it. 

Unfortunately Damian did not get long before he was forced back into the presence of his family. he had put off many public family events in the last few months so he was not able to get out of this event. he probably could have faked being sick but he'd much prefer to be able to pass off any of his symptoms from the memories as uncomfortableness being around strangers then be alone with his family. 

He's honestly very happy with his choice after he sees her. He doesn't recognize her at first with the dark auburn braided hair and the dress being something other than black but something made him turn around when he heard her rant.

She was giving a humanitarian speech to one of the investors. At first he got closer just to hear about it. It's always funny to see the faces of the imbeciles when people don't bow to their wishes.

Damien thought he finally found someone who was not a gold digger or a social climber. What made him really stop in his tracks was her body language. It was like a neon flashing sign opened up and said ‘hey this is Sam Mason’. 

Damien walked over with hope in his chest that he was not alone. she eventually seemed to get tired of the man or maybe he was able to scramble an excuse and walk away. he couldn't quite hear but by the time he walked over there it was only her.

 “you seem to be quite passionate,” Damian says, trying to start a conversation and figuring out how to ask the hard question.

 What is he exactly supposed to say? ‘Hey, are you my best friend for my last life or hey do you remember being on my ghost hero vigilante team that ended up with all of us being Undead royalty.’

The girl looks him over, probably trying to figure out what he wants. 

“Are you here to argue?” She says angrily, obviously ready for another fight.

“Your speech reminds me of someone, have you ever heard of Samantha Mason” Damien says trying to be nonchalant.

Her eyes seem to widen and look him over again.

“Where'd you hear that name.” She ordered.

“I've heard enough of her rants to be able to pick it out from a crowd.”

 “Danny,”  She said softly her grabbing his hands and squeezing as she looked around to make sure no one saw. “what how I thought it was the only one” Hope seemed to be filling her eyes. 

“Hi Sam” Damien Whispers just as softly just as glad he is not alone. 

Without another word Sam drags them to the stairway rushing up to the floor upstairs and trying to find a room that isn't being used. She eventually finds one two floors above the room they were using for the gala and pushes him into what looks like a break room.

 “How the hell did you get your memories” Sam demands 

“Why are you yelling at me? You have your memories too obviously if you are recognizing your name” Damian says shouting back at her. 

Sam always has a way of catching him off guard. She was happy just a minute ago. 

“yeah well I did something stupid which means I know you did something stupid” Sam said pointing her finger at him.

“ Well I may have accidentally stumbled upon a ritual for summoning an ancient and when I stopped it the backlash gave me my memories back. ” Damien stumbled over their words trying to justify themselves. "What stupid thing did you do?”

���The girls in my stupid Prep School in my grade went through a very witchy phase. there was a slumber party and they were stupid enough to actually find real magic. I had a cut on my hand earlier in the day and try to freak them out by adding a little bit of my blood. apparently my protection spell is literally stuck into my soul, so things went down” Sam says just as hesitantly as Damien

 “you have zero leg to stand on okay fine we were both stupid” 

They both sat there in silence for a while, mostly just basking in each other's presents realizing they weren't alone anymore.

“it's good to have you back," Damian says, giving her a weak smile and running his hands through his hair.

He'd been trained out of all of his nervous ticks but it probably makes her more comfortable to see him just as nervous as she is.

“it's good to see you too da- do you have the same name?” both of them don't seem to realize at the same time that they didn't get each other's names. 

“Damien” he says as he pulls his hand out of his hair and puts his hand out for a handshake. 

“Sarah” she says, grabbing his hand and giving it a shake.

the two of them shake their hand for a moment before they look at each other's eyes and burst out giggling. 

Damien's really glad he decided to not pretend to be sick.

[wandering-winchesters]

First Moments: The Hunt

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time a reader goes on a hunt with the Winchesters. A/N: Please let me know if you have any suggestions for Firsts! Word Count: 955

The first time you went on a hunt with the Winchesters, it was a baptism by fire. You’d met Dean and Sam a few weeks prior when a restless spirit had been haunting your town. After crossing paths and lending them some local insight, Dean had been skeptical about letting you tag along, but Sam had vouched for you, impressed by your research skills.

What you lacked in hunting experience, you made up for in sheer determination. When you’d asked to join them on their next case, Dean had flat-out refused.

“This isn’t amateur hour,” he’d said, crossing his arms as he stared you down. “You don’t just wake up one day and decide to hunt monsters.”

“I’m not an amateur,” you’d shot back, meeting his gaze. “I’ve been reading about this stuff for years. I know how to defend myself.”

“Reading about it isn’t the same as doing it,” he countered, his tone sharp.

Sam, ever the mediator, had stepped in. “Maybe she could help. It’s a simple salt-and-burn, Dean. If things get hairy, we’ll handle it.”

Dean had grumbled, but in the end, he relented—though not without making it clear you were on a short leash.

The hunt took you to an old farmhouse on the outskirts of a sleepy town. The local legend told of a woman who’d died tragically on the property, her vengeful spirit rumored to haunt anyone who dared step foot on her land. Dean handed you a shotgun loaded with rock salt as the three of you stood outside the creaking front door.

“Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

You nodded, clutching the gun tightly, your palms slick with nervous sweat.

The house was dark and musty, the air thick with the scent of decay. Every step you took seemed to echo, the old floorboards groaning beneath your weight. Dean moved ahead with practiced ease, his flashlight cutting through the shadows, while Sam scanned the EMF meter.

“Anything?” Dean asked over his shoulder.

“Nothing yet,” Sam replied.

You followed closely, trying to ignore the chills crawling up your spine. For all your reading and preparation, nothing could’ve prepared you for the oppressive atmosphere of a real haunted house.

When the first flicker of activity happened—a door slamming shut behind you—you jumped, your heart leaping into your throat.

“Relax,” Dean said, throwing you a glance. “It’s just a ghost trying to scare us.”

“Great,” you muttered, trying to steady your breathing.

Things escalated quickly after that. The spirit made her presence known in no uncertain terms, throwing objects across the room and shattering windows. You stuck to Dean’s side as he barked orders, his calm under pressure both reassuring and intimidating.

But then, in the chaos, you made a mistake. While backing away from a particularly violent outburst, you tripped over an old, broken chair and fell hard onto the floor. The shotgun skidded out of reach, and before you could scramble to grab it, the ghost appeared—a pale, snarling figure with hollow eyes and a blood-curdling scream.

You froze.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted, his voice sharp and panicked as he raised his own weapon.

The spirit lunged at you, her claw-like hands reaching for your throat. Just as her icy grip began to close around you, Dean fired, the blast of rock salt sending her form flickering and vanishing into the darkness.

He was at your side in an instant, pulling you to your feet with a firm grip.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and fear.

“I—I tripped,” you stammered, still shaken.

“You tripped?” he repeated, incredulous. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

“Dean,” Sam interjected, his voice calm but firm. “She’s okay. Let’s just finish this.”

Dean shot his brother a glare but relented, turning his attention back to you. “Stay close to me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

This time, you didn’t hesitate to obey.

The rest of the hunt passed in a blur. You followed Dean’s every step as he and Sam located the woman’s remains in the basement and set them alight. The spirit appeared one last time, shrieking in rage as the flames consumed her bones, before finally disappearing for good.

When it was over, you stood outside the house, gulping in fresh air as your heart rate slowly returned to normal. Dean leaned against the Impala, watching you with a guarded expression.

“You okay?” he asked after a long moment.

“Yeah,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly.

Dean studied you for a beat before sighing and running a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for yelling back there. It’s just—this life is dangerous. One wrong move, and you’re dead. I’ve seen it happen too many times.”

“I get it,” you said softly. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

Dean frowned, his expression hardening. “Next time? You think there’s gonna be a next time after that?”

You met his gaze, your resolve strengthening despite your exhaustion. “Yeah, I do. I messed up, but I learned from it. I can do this, Dean.”

He shook his head, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “I’ve been told.”

Dean sighed again, but this time it sounded more resigned than frustrated. “Alright, fine. But if you’re gonna keep hunting, you listen to me and Sam. No going off on your own, no playing hero, and definitely no tripping over chairs.”

“Deal,” you said, holding out your hand.

He rolled his eyes but shook it anyway, his grip warm and steady. “Welcome to the team, rookie.”

And just like that, you knew you’d found your place—stumbles, close calls, and all.

Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @pizzagirlxnsfwx @king-of-milf-lovers @jollyhunter

[eclecticqueennerd]

Bad Dream

You rolled over in your shared bed with Ben and faced your nightstand. Cracking an eye open you read the digital clock, 3:30 in the morning. Sleep, slowly taking you back to dreamland, you hear the jiggling of the room door handle and the creaking of the door being opened. Hearing the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor approaching the bed, a small, shadowed figure stood by your side of the bed. Opening your eyes fully, you see your son, clad in his cowboy pj’s, gently shaking you awake. Propping yourself up on your elbow you say,

“What wrong baby?”

“I had a bad dream; can I sleep with you and daddy?” You shift a little in the bed, making room for your son to climb in between Ben and you. Your son got settled in between the two of you, and wrap your arms around him, gently stroking his hair to calm him. During all this, Ben did not stir in his sleep, you’ve always been impressed with how deeply he slept.

“What was your dream about baby?” you asked your son gently.

“I had a dream that you and daddy died. In my dream, a supervillain and wanted to kill you for trying to get him in trouble.”

“Oh, well that is a scary dream. It’s okay honey, daddy won’t let that happen, he’s very, very strong. You, me, and daddy are all safe.” With a few more reassuring head rubs, your son fell back asleep, tucked against Ben. Sleep found you shortly after.

*

A few hours later, the sunlight poured into your room through sheer curtains framing your bedroom window. You shift in the bed to face your boys but noticed that the bed was empty. You slowly sit up and rub your eyes. You hear the soft cluttering of pots and pans and your son’s voice coming from the kitchen. Peeling back the blankets on the bed, you make your way into the kitchen and see Ben preparing breakfast while your son was drawing a picture at the counter.

“See daddy? This is what the supervillain looked like!” your son holds up the drawing and your stomach drops. A tall man with blonde hair adorned in a suit of red, white and blue, bright orange lasers coming from his eyes. Ben turns around and looks at the drawing,

“This is the guy? This guy is just puppet in a suit. He can’t hurt us, and if he tries, daddy punch him so hard his head will fly off.”

“But daddy I saw it! He used his laser eyes on mommy, and you were so mad, you then tried to beat him up and he used his laser eyes on you!”

“Sammy, I’m not letting anything happen to you or Mommy. It was just a dream, okay champ?” Ben reached out to give Sam a hair ruffle. You approached the two boys, sitting next to Sam.

“Let’s draw something else okay baby?” The two of you busied yourself while Ben made scrambled eggs and pancakes for breakfast. Before eating, Sam held up his drawing, proud of himself.

“Who are these people honey?” You point to a man in a trench coat with spikey hair and a fuzzy beard, a girl with claws on her fingers and scowl on her face, a short man with a mustache with big brown eyes, a large black man with a beard and a small, framed man with curly hair.

“They’re gonna kill the supervillain Mommy!”

“Okay, breakfast is done!” Ben said, placing the food on the counter.

*

What you didn’t know was that this was your son’s first power appearing, his power to predict the future.

[mackiebeth]

currently thinking about reader, who’s notoriously grumpy and angry all the time, being tough around everyone except their girlfriend, wanda…

although you’re seemingly grumpy with everyone else, you never appear to have any complaints about her. (maybe you’re biased, though... or maybe she's just better than everyone else.)

your anger never manifested physically, though; you only ever fought with your words or actions, like the silent treatment or harsh glares. after years of therapy, you have gotten better at keeping your comments to yourself until you were in a safe place to vent them out. you used to write in a journal before wanda; however, now that she’s in your life, she has offered to be your sounding board for all of your issues because she knows how much it all truly affects you.

while she completely and utterly loves you for who you are (personality and issues included), there are some things that she tries to implement in your daily life in order to further help you with your irritability. for example, she introduced a system for creating healthy dialogue so you avoid getting too heated, either at someone else or when you're simply ranting to her, and saying or doing something you might regret. she also implemented a traffic light system in regard to your emotions and irritability levels: red meaning "don't want to talk" or "too pissed to speak," yellow meaning "i'm not very happy right now, and i want to get it off my chest," and green meaning "i'm doing okay at the moment."

after a few weeks of doing a trial run with the system, she also began to use it; not only with her own issues, but for setting a boundary for herself if she was not in the headspace to provide you the support you may have needed.) so far, these changes have truly worked wonders for maintaining a healthy relationship with wanda, promoting the necessary honesty and communication.

when you do decide to talk to her about something that was bothering you, she would always make the time to listen to all of your rants about everyone and everything being dumb and stupid, whether it be over text or in person. it wouldn’t be mere passive listening, either; she would actively listen to your voice and try to provide advice when needed. if she figures advice isn’t what you need in the moment, she’ll just affirm your feelings and cuddle with you until you calm down a bit.

and you just accept all of her affection — no questions asked. with wanda, you find you actively seek physical touch and words of affirmation, unlike in the past. the second she touches you, even in a non-sensual manner, you absolutely fold. she can't help but adore how soft you have become around her, and she's grateful you have grown comfortable enough with her to simply feel your feelings around her.

(and may the gods above forbid any of the team members mention your newfound softness with the witch, for then they must face the wrath of your anger and her protectiveness.

sam entered, discovering her cuddling you on the couch in the compound's living area one day and decided it was the funniest sight. so, he naturally made a joke about it, stating how she must be the one who "wears the pants in the relationship" despite the personality differences.

"you better start running," the only words that left the sokovian's lips, eyes turning scarlet red.

he scrambled away, and you simply snuggled her closer.)

one of the best dates she planned, in your humble opinion, was “stress-reliever” themed. you both were having a… not very good week, so she decided that the two of you would take the day off to focus on yourselves. she took you to a rage room, in which the two of you took turns smashing everything. afterwards, she drove you both to a secluded picnic area, where you both wrote your deepest woes and secret onto a plate and then smashed them into tiny pieces and proceeded to eat your feelings with all of your favorite foods, which she packed.

she has learned over the course of your relationship that your anger and irritability was a product of both your genetics and your family. not that it has bothered her, because truly it hasn't — you've been nothing but kind and loving toward her. although, wanda, with her inherent empathetic nature, can't help but feel upset sometimes that you had to endure all of that unhealthy hostility while growing up. she just internally hopes that she has helped heal some of your inner child, at least.

occasionally, you have doubts about yourself, thinking you, in all of your 'darkness' and rain-like moods, were not worthy enough to be dating someone like wanda, who you viewed as the practical embodiment of sunshine. she reaffirms the depth of her feelings for you (and all of your various rants) each time you begin to feel like this, stopping the negative thoughts before you begin to truly spiral. she also takes the time to remind you her life is not always ‘sunshine and rainbows,’ given her history in sokovia and then hydra; and, yet, you still love her the same — so why would it be different for you? (it's during times like these that you appreciate how your girlfriend is a literal witch.)

...

a/n: well, i promised, didn't i? enjoy this "little" drabble as a little treat since my interview for that graduate school program went well!

[thachinchilla864]

Jamil Viper x reader with asthma headcannons

(A/N!) This was not requested! The reader is GN

TW: N/A

Romantic or Platonic?: Romantic

•When Jamil first met you it didn’t take him long to figure out that you had asthma

•I mean he’s seen you use your inhaler before not in a stalker-ish way but in an observatory way

•he won’t admit it but he does feel a slight pang of pity every time he sees you panicking as you scramble to grab your inhaler as you go on some adventure you were dragged into

•although he’s so busy babysitting watching over Kalim that he really doesn’t pay you any mind

•that is until Leona’s overblot Jamil had somehow gotten dragged in to fight against the angry lion along with you and a couple other students

•he saw that you had been knocked to the ground and that you were scrambling around looking for your inhaler as you gasped for air

•he spotted your inhaler not too far from him so her grabbed it and ran over to you giving it to you

•now he isn’t saying that his heart skipped a beat when you looked up at him gratefully and say “thank you” breathlessly

•and no he totally doesn’t think that you look really good under pressure while fighting Leona

•and after the fight he totally wasn’t looking at your lips and imagining how they’d feel against his

•…

•oh no.

•the realization hits him like a train as he watches you limp off and he feels anger bubbling in his chest at Leona for hurting you

•after that Jamil tries to spend the time that he can getting closer to you and he always checks in on you making sure your inhaler is full and if you can’t afford to buy refills from Sam he will totally pay for it

•what? No he’s not doing this because he being nice to you he simply just pitied you that’s it

•poor boy will deny it until he’s about to burst

•then Azul’s overblot happens and this time he willingly fought alongside you

•he deflected an attack you didn’t see coming and he almost freezes at the grateful look you give him the way the light reflects in your beautiful eyes and the way the sweat drips down your forehead and every time you take your inhaler he can’t help but imagine how you would look-

•he is snapped out of his thoughts by you tackling him out of the way of an attack and checking on him

•he quickly regains his composure but he can’t get it out of his head the way your arms felt around him

•after Azul’s overblot he helps walk you to the nurse making sure that you’re ok

•”are you ok?” “Ok good I’d hate to see anything bad happen to you love-“

•crap! He let it slip

•he can’t help but feel a warm feeling in his chest as he sees your blush as you look at him in shock

•and that’s how the two of you started dating and when I say that Jamil gets even more protective of you I mean that not only does he keep extra inhaler refills on him at all times he also keeps a first aid kit and at least one of your favorite snacks near whom at all possible times

•oh sevens help him you have the snake boy absolutely wrapped around your finger he doesn’t mind doing things for you but he still loves it whenever you do stuff for him and make him feel in control

•speaking of being in control when Azul exposes him for lying the first person he looks to for comfort is you he tries to get you to explain his actions

•he had vented to you multiple times about how he was sick of Kalim and constantly being his servant as you ran your fingers through his hair but you never expected him to try and hypnotize everyone

•and then he overblotted and he felt so powerful but he felt a mix of anger and sadness as you started fighting him

•he loved you and wanted you to be right beside him as he ruled the world but you were defying him?!

•whenever he finally snaps out of his overblot he looks horrified at what he’s done the damage he’s caused but what hurt him the most was you and how hurt you were because of him he was heartbroken seeing your gasps for air but before he could get you your inhaler Ace already beat him to it as a few other students held him back and started taking him to the nurse’s office

•he felt so bad he felt like he didn’t deserve you and that the next time you saw him you’d break up with him but on the contrary when you run up and hug him telling him it’s ok he breaks down and sobs into your arms

•”I am so so sorry” he would exclaim in between sobs

•he eventually calms down and you two make up and everything goes back to normal

•and then there’s the VDC so there’s that :D

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A/N: thank you for reading have a good day/night and remember to drink plenty of water <3

[artemis-73]

Suptober Day 12: Harvest Festival

The hunt is an easy one. Calling it a vamp nest would be an exaggeration, and Dean takes the two of them out without breaking a sweat. He thinks about calling Dad and asking if he's missing something.

Then he figures Dad wouldn't answer anyway.

He heads back to the motel alone. On the way, he passes Main St. It's completely closed with hay bales stacked in the street to block anything but foot traffic. There's a huge sign in faded oranges, browns, and reds declaring the start of the town's harvest festival. Tacked to the bottom are fliers from a bunch of local businesses, and one in particular catches his eye. It's for a place called Milton's that claims to have the best pies in the state.

He parks in the nearest empty spot and hoofs it back. The entire street is filled with people, mostly families, who are enjoying each other's company as much as they're enjoying the booths. Dean tries not to look at them too closely.

The bakery's booth is easy enough to find; he just has to follow the trail of people with half-eaten baked goods. When he gets to the front of the line, the woman behind the table freezes. She has fire red hair pulled back in a ponytail and big brown eyes that widen in surprise. Her customer service smile is still plastered on, and after an awkward, stuttering moment, she says, "Hi, how can I help you?"

She throws a look over her shoulder at the man who's slicing a new pie at the back of the booth.

"Uh." Weirdly enough, none of Dean's alarm bells are going off. It's a weird interaction, and he should be running the other direction, but... But he really wants some pie. "You got pumpkin?"

She nods eagerly. "Of course." To the other man, she says, "Cas, can you bring me a slice of pumpkin?"

Without looking up, Cas says, "I'm a little busy, Anna."

More urgently and through clenched teeth, Anna says, "Cas."

With a put upon sigh, Cas looks up, and it's like deja vu. As soon as he sees Dean, he freezes. His ice blue eyes dart to Anna then back to Dean. He drops the knife, scrambles for one of the pre-packed slices, and comes over to hand it to Dean.

Neither of them say anything while Dean takes out his wallet to pay. He even drops a couple of bucks in the tip jar before he starts back toward where he parked.

He's almost made it to the car when he hears someone calling his name. When he turns around, Cas is jogging after him. Dean slips his hand into his pocket so he can feel his switchblade.

"How do you know my name?" he asks.

Cas stops. Clearly, Dean's apprehension is obvious.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--" Cas worries his lip. Then like it's some kind of joke, he raises his hands and says, "Be not afraid."

Dean flips the switchblade open but keeps it close so that the people driving by (probably) won't notice it. "Listen, buddy. I asked you a question, so start talking."

"Okay, okay." The real concern on Cas's face makes Dean relax a little. No monster's going to be scared of a little blade. "Anna and I are human. We are. We just haven't always been."

"Then what were you before you were human?"

"You're not going to believe me."

"Try me."

"Angels," Cas blurts out.

Dean laughs. It's a little manic, but man, the guy is actually crazy. "Angels aren't real."

Cas hasn't lowered his hands, but he takes a step closer. "Your name is Dean Winchester. Your younger brother is Sam. Your father is John. He raised you both to be hunters after your mother, Mary, died."

"How the hell do you know all that?" Dean bumps against the Impala. He hadn't even realized he was backing up.

"Heaven has plans for you and your brother. Awful plans."

"And what? You're telling me out of the goodness of your heart?"

"When Anna and I fell, we told ourselves we wouldn't get involved with any of it. We didn't expect you to show up at our booth, and it seemed cruel not to warn you." Cas finally lowers his hands. "I'll leave you alone now. I'm sorry." Awkwardly, he turns and starts back toward the festival.

The guy's crazy. Maybe he knows other hunters, and that's how he knows about the Winchesters. Maybe he's some kind of monster with amnesia that thinks it human. Whatever the case may be, there's no reason for Dean to do anything but climb into the Impala and leave.

"Fuck," he grunts. Then louder, "Hey, Cas!"

Cas turns around tentatively, but there's a hopeful quirk to his eyebrow.

"You said this whole heaven thing included Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Yes."

Dean sighs. He looks back at the road that leads to his motel. He could be packed up and heading out of town in less than half an hour. Cas hasn't moved.

Finally, against his better judgement, Dean says, "Could you and Anna use some help packing your booth up?"

[reigningqueenofwords]

You Deserve the Best

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Word count: 2,227 Warnings: Unprotected sex Request: Anonymous. could I please have a Gabriel fanfic. I have been really down lately and I would love a fic where the reader is treated like a princess/goddess/royalty by him after she has a really bad day. Like she goes to bed upset and crying but wakes up in a place she always wanted to visit in a 5 star hotel. Lots of fluff and some gentle lovemaking

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“You could have gotten yourself killed!” Dean screamed at you as he paced the motel room. You were leaning on the headboard of your bed, while Sam patched you up. “How could you be so reckless?” His eyes were blazing with fury.

Wiping your eyes, you stared at your legs. “It’s okay for you to jump in the line of fire to protect someone, but not me?” You asked quietly, not wanting to keep up the yelling. You heard Sam sigh, but he kept out of it. He knew that the two of you were beyond stubborn, and there was no use speaking up. “Time and time again, you’ve taken the blow for Sam and me. Yet, I try to protect you, and suddenly I’m reckless?”

Dean stared at you, hands on his hips. “Yes.” He snapped. “I can handle my own, Y/N. I don’t need to worry about you dying on a case. News flash- we tend to come back from the dead. You? Not so much. So, I would appreciate it if you’d stop being so damn stupid and think.” He turned and stormed out, slamming the door. You jumped slightly.

Sam finished patching you up and sat back. “He’s just angry. It’ll pass. I think he was more scared than anything.” He told you gently. “He’ll come around. Get some rest. You need it, you worked hard out there.” He patted your leg gently and you nodded. “See you in the morning. We’ll get ice cream on the way out of town at that place you pointed out.” He smiled at you.

You smiled back, grateful that at least Sam didn’t look down on you. “Thanks, Sam. Sleep well.” You told him before he walked out, shutting the door much quieter than his brother had.

After he left, you curled up on your uninjured side and cried. Your body shook with sobs, and your eyes burned after awhile. Finally, you cried yourself to sleep, your pillow wet with your tears.

Gabriel could tell that something was wrong with you, and was hurt that you didn’t pray for him. He’d never told you how much he loved you but tried his best to show it. He popped himself into your motel room and he felt his heart break. The look on your face told him that you had been crying, and that it wasn’t over anything silly. This was a full on meltdown.

He moved to your side and suddenly the two of you were in a five star hotel in England. For the most part, you figured that he never listened to you. Oh, but he had. He was riveted by how passionate you got about travel, never letting your hunting life squish those thoughts. Now was his chance to show you that he was listening, and that those dreams weren’t out of your reach. Seeing as he didn’t need to sleep, he paid a visit to the wonder twins.

“Wake up!” He yelled at them, making them jump. Dean scrambled for his gun until he realized that it was just Gabriel.

Dean rubbed his eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped, laying on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“You two are really something.” He started. “I just popped into Y/N’s room, because I knew that something was off. Do you have any idea what I found?”

“Her….sleeping?” Dean asked, wanting to get back to dreamland himself.

Gabriel shook his head. “No. I found her cried out. Her pillow was soaked. And, I just know it had to be your two.” His was pissed.

Sam sat up and yawned. “She was fine when I left.  A bit upset with Dean after he stormed out, but I promised her ice cream tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah, because that makes up for whatever you did.” He snapped.

Dean swung his legs out of bed. “I’m going to see what the hell is going on.”

Gabriel stopped him. “Don’t bother. She is currently resting in a five star hotel in England. I’ll bring her back to the bunker when she wants to go back.” With that, he snapped his fingers and was gone, leaving the brothers to look at each other, confused.

When you woke up, you sat up, blinking. You had no idea where the hell you were, or how you got there. Your side no longer hurt, and all your injuries were gone. Lifting up the side of your shirt, there was no sign that you had ever been injured. “What the hell?” You muttered to yourself.

“Not hell, sweet cheeks. England.” Gabriel smiled at you.

“England?!?!” You gasped, shoving the blankets back and rushing to the two glass doors. Opening them, you stepped out, looking around. You could see the double decker busses, Big Ben, and you smiled. Turning to him, your eyes lit up. “How in the world did you know this was the first place I wanted to visit?” You moved back into the suite, gently closing the doors behind you.

Gabriel chuckled. “I listen.” He gave you that heart stopping smile. “England, Italy, Tokyo, and then a few odd places, but those were the top ones.” You stared at him, in complete shock. “What?”

You rushed over, hugging him. “I don’t know why you did this, but thank you.” You told him as his arms wrapped around you.

“You don’t see it, do you?” He asked quietly.

Pulling away you shook your head, giving him a confused look. “See what?”

He gave you a sad smile. “All the ways I say I love you.” Okay. You had to be dreaming. There was no way that this beautiful angel just told you he loves you. “Showing up when I know you’ve had a bad day with your favorite movie, some candy, and fluffy blankets? Popping in on a tough hunt, just as you’re about to get hurt, and getting you out of the way? Leaving little gifts in your room for when you get back to the bunker? You think I do that for all the pretty hunters?” He smirked, making you roll your eyes. “Nope. Just for you.” His thumbs moved gently on your back, as neither of you wanted to break the hug. “So, until you decide you want to go back to those to idiots, you will stay here, with me. And you shall be showered with all the love, gifts, praise, and goodies you could imagine.” You chuckled. “Basically, I’m going to treat you like royalty.”

“Well, what do you get out of this? Huh?” You teased him.

“I get to see–” You cut him off, pulling him into a loving kiss. His arms tightened around you slightly as one of your hands ran through the back of his hair. When the two of you broke the kiss moments later, he had that goofy grin on his face. “Well, I guess I get that.” He laughed. “Now. You are going to start your day with a luxurious bubble bath. Complementary champagne and chocolate covered strawberries will be provided.”

You moved your hands to rub his chest lightly. “Will I also have an angel accompany in this bath?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He pecked your nose. “As much as I would love to, this is about you. You need to get some time in to relax. Besides, I need to hunt down some clothes for later. We’re having a night on the town, my beautiful huntress.”

Shaking your head, you moved out of his arms. “I think I’d prefer to stay in, to be honest.” You shrugged. “Watch movies and hang out. I just don’t feel like dealing with people right now. They’re kinda shitty in my mind right now.” He chuckled at that. “Except Sam. He’s not.” Gabriel rolled his eyes, earning a playful slap on the arm.

“Go get that bath.” He told you, motioning to where the bathroom was.

Walking in, you gasped. Never in your life had you seen such a gorgeous bathroom. There were gold accents on almost everything, and the white was actually sparkling. It certainly was a major change from the dingy motel bathrooms you were used to. Gently shutting the door behind you, you stripped out of your clothes, which you just realized weren’t even your own. They were a pajama set you didn’t recognize. After adding some bubbles, you turned on the water and stepped in. It was rare that you got to actually take the time to relax like this. The tub was a couple inches from the top when you turned off the water, letting your head fall back.

You had lost all track of time before you heard a knock on the door. Looking over, you smiled when you saw Gabriel walk in with a tray. There was a bottle of champagne, a wine glass, and a bowl with chocolate covered strawberries. “Why, thank you.” You shifted to sit up a bit, the bubbles blocking everything from view.

That didn’t mean that Gabriel didn’t find it extremely erotic. “You deserve this all the time. Seeing you in here is like it’s where you’re meant to be.” He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, making you blush.

“That’s sweet, but I belong out there.” You motioned behind him to the door. “Saving people.” He nodded, knowing that was what you felt you needed to do.

“Join me whenever you’re ready.”

Twenty minutes later you emerged. All you were wearing was the fluffy robe, as you really hand nothing else to put on. You blushed as Gabriel looked up at you. “That was amazing.” You smiled. “However, you failed to leave me any clothes…” You pointed out bashfully.

Gabriel was lounging in one of the chairs when you came out. He got up and walked over to you. “I meant to do that, beautiful.” He told you. His thumb brushed your cheek gently. “What better way to relax than not confining yourself?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “There are other things we can do as well.” You suggested, moving so that your chest was touching his. The movement caused your robe to shift, giving him a slight view.

He wiggled his eyebrows at you. Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled him into another kiss. Without pulling away, he moved you so your legs hit the bed. He kissed down your jaw as his fingers untied your robe. His fingers felt like whispers almost, as he slid his hands to your shoulders, letting the robe fall to the ground. You could feel his grace on your nipples, making you moan slightly. He smiled against your chest as he kissed downwards.

When he reached your core, he lifted one of your legs to his shoulder, his hands holding you up. Gabriel leaned forward, licking you slowly, gently. One of your hands moved to his hair, relishing in how soft it was. Suddenly, you felt his grace enter you, making you gasp at the sensation. He continued licking your clit, smiling when he felt your grip on his hair tighten. “Oh, Gabe!” You moaned, almost there. He pulled away, making you look at him, silently asking if he wasn’t wanting to do this.

Gabriel snapped his fingers, exposing him to you completely. He snapped them once more, and you were laying in bed with him. He was resting between your legs, looking down at you. Your hands rested on his biceps, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving slightly. Gabriel moved down and kissed you as he slowly entered you. It felt like the two of you would melt together at any moment. It wasn’t about a quick fuck, or just getting off. This was him showing you how loved you were, enjoying the moment together, and simply being.

As he rolled his hips, you moved your arms so that one hand was on his shoulder blade, and the other was on the nape of his neck. You playfully bit his lip, making him groan. He kissed your neck before biting it, making you arch your back, your nails digging into his back slightly. “I’ve always wondered what you sound like.” His voice was husky in your ear. It went straight to your core. “It’s better than anything I could have imagined.” He moaned, rolling his hips harder.

You shifted just slightly, and snapped your eyes shut. “Gabriel…” You moaned, feeling yourself on the edge again. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Gabe!“ You cried out his name, clenching around him, holding him close.

He wasn’t far behind you, burying his head in your neck, you could feel his breathing quicken. His left hand moved down, grabbing your thigh and pulling it up. He started thrusting, and on the last one, he cried out your name, pulsing inside you.

Gabriel let your leg down, kissing you once more. Smiling, he rolled off of you, holding you to his chest. You traced small circles on his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. Smiling up at him, you simply watched the way his eyes seemed to be taking in every aspect of you. “Hey, Gabriel?” You whispered.

His eyes locked with yours. “Hm?”

“I love you, too.”

[fandom-hoarder]

S7 pregnant Sam going into labor while at the mental hospital during The Born Again Identity 👀👀👀

😱😱😱😱😱😱 anon, you are after my own heart 😍

Hallucifer taunting Sam the whole pregnancy-- about whether he's even really pregnant; about whether the baby is really Dean's; about how fucked up and fucked over this kid will be; about how Sam's body is insufficient; about how Sam wants it to be Lucifer's anyway, doesn't he; about how Sam let Lucifer in---

And Sam can't take it anymore. He's trying so hard to make it long enough to have this baby---maybe she'll be real enough to fix him. But he needs sleep so bad and he hasn't been able to eat and he's so strung out nothing seems real anymore but Lucifer. He leaves the motel just to take a walk---curb walk, to promote labor, or at least wear him out---but it turns into yet another perpetual lurch for distance between him and Hallucifer. Sam still says yes to the drug dealer, because he's desperate; and whether or not the baby is real, he figures pills are the least of its problems---

And when even that doesn't work, and Sam ends up in the hospital after walking into traffic---with soft cuffs holding him to the bed as they tend his injuries and check the baby's vitals; CPS worker waiting in the wing with the cop that accompanied him in---Lucifer laughs hysterically about the awful thing Sam has done to "our baby." And Sam wants to gag, but doesn't even have the energy to vomit.

When Dean finally finds him, he's pissed about the security detail on Sam's room, but he's also pissed about the pills and his rant turns into Lucifer's matter of fact commentary on how much easier Dean's life would be without Sam and this baby. It doesn't stop until Dean presses hard into the bandage on Sam's palm, and Sam blinks at him, trying to see him clearer than Lucifer. When Dean sets off, promising to find Sam a healer, kissing Sam's forehead and his belly like it might be the last time, Lucifer congratulates Dean on the perfect excuse to leave. 'Don't worry, Dean, I've got it covered. Looks like I'm the man of the house, now,' Lucifer says with his cutesy little shrug.

Sam doesn't really notice his contractions at first. He's in so much pain and fatigue they don't register. But when he's helping Marin, she notices in the middle of his episode---how tight his belly is getting in regular intervals; how even the shape of it changes; the altered rhythm of his breathing. Sam lights her brother's bracelet on fire as Lucifer pulls a bloody umbilical cord from Sam's body like a mime with a rope, and the next thing Sam knows the orderlies are holding him down, his throat hurts from screaming, and they're telling him his water broke.

They make him keep the soft cuffs on--hands and feet--through the onset of labor, despite how much he begs to be able to walk around or even move his legs. The pain isn't even that bad, comparatively, so it doesn't really matter that they don't give him anything for it; but Sam is restless and scared, and the alarms on his vitals start shrieking when a black-eyed nurse grins up at him and tells him to push on the next contraction.

They turn off the machines, and it's just Sam's screams of NO down an empty corridor as he tries not to push but his body bears down anyway.

Sam swears the baby is born in a flash of unnatural light, and Lucifer holds up their horned, yellow-eyed child and says, in Dean's voice, "Sammy, look at our perfect baby girl."

"No! No, no, no," Sam panics, dread filling him, trying to scramble away as he swells with milk and Lucifer brings the sharp-toothed baby closer.

Then another Lucifer is holding him down, and Sam's pain burns a path through him, seeking its way out. And then it's not Lucifer touching him---it's Cas. And it's not Lucifer holding Sam's demon baby, it's Dean holding their blue-eyed, bald daughter.

"Dean?!" Sam exclaims, but before he can breathe in relief, Dean's handing him their baby and helping Meg restrain Cas as he tries to attack Sam and the baby.

"Don't kill him!" Sam begs---he still can't find it in himself to hate Cas for what's happened and he doesn't deserve to die for what he's hallucinating. "It's just Lucifer. It's not his fault!"

"Not his fault?! Sam---"

"Hey!" Meg interrupts. "It doesn't matter, we still might need him." She gives Dean a significant look, and Sam frowns, wondering what deal Dean made with her just to save him.

The thought scares him, but not as much as it floods him with love to realize Dean really had saved him---again; still.

They barely get Castiel restrained in a straitjacket with angel warding before Sam has to push out the afterbirth, and the bloody mess of it is nothing like the things Lucifer had been showing him. He realizes they still need to clamp the umbilical cord and cut it, and Meg suggests that she can take care of that for them. Sam all too easily imagines the ways a demon might want to 'take care' of it.

"We're good " Dean says, in sync with Sam, and grabs the clamps and scissors.

They leave the hospital without registering the live birth of babygirl "Smith," dodging CPS and the cops easily thanks to Castiel's earlier smiting, but stop at another hospital a couple states away to get Sam and the baby checked out. Despite the fact it's been nearly ten days without sleep, Sam still can't seem to let himself sleep until they've made it there and Dean's warded the place for demons.

The next three days, Sam barely wakes up for anything more than eating and nursing the baby. Dean tries to let him sleep through a couple feedings, but she cries instead of taking the bottle. So Sam wakes up to Dean helping their daughter latch onto his tit a few times. He's too exhausted to even make a show of complaining.

[autistic-crypt1d]

Season 4 SGA live blogging:

Aight so Atlantis is stranded and lost in a void between systems leaking power, here we go!

S1, S2, S3

Updates:

- man oh man is there a lot going on off the bat, Weir is down, Rodney is scrambling to figure out how to save everyone in the city, and John is now burdened with leading Atlantis

- god the guilt Rodney is having to shove aside to try and save everyone else is so bad ahhhhhhhhh

- ahhhh seeing John about to cry makes me wanna cryyyy

- the jumper coordination is so cool!!!

- and ofc, Teyla has Atlantis under control while Sheppard does what he does best

- I forgot to add this earlier, SAM

- THE SPACE JUMP

- Ronon is so sweet y'all, poor baby 😭

- seeing Rodney and Sheppard fight like that is so weird and I hate it

- not Rodney scolding Ronon like a damn dog

- GET HIS ASS ELIZABETH

- how exactly could she do the hand in the head thing while having a mostly human body? Like, how's that work with human fingies

- LET'S GO APOLLO

- ya know, the ancients really screwed any future people who discovered atlantis by not leaving the instructions on how to make a ZPM. If it does exist in the database they sure didn't make it at all easy to find considering they never do

- always knew you could do it John

- of course it's Teyla taking care of Weir's things and of course it's Ronon who comes to be with her during it 😭 I love them so much

- Reunion, oh boy

- Ronon I love you but they just tried to kill Teyla, you could acknowledge that before jumping for joy

- Sam in charge let's gooooooo

- PFFFFT the painted pineapple

- THE PICTURE OF JACK

- Rodney, I love you but please stop speaking

- Ronon, buddy, take it down a notch please

- aw man I just realized Ronon calls the expedition members his people 😭

- STOP IT RIGHT NOW, RONON IS FAMILY NOT AN ALLY, SHUT YOUR FACE

- Ronon did decorate 😭

- these wraith are going down awfully easy, I can't tell if they're faking it cuz the 3 are in on it or they just haven't fed in a while

- yessss backup your team Ronon

- EEW THE DOOR SLIME

- how tf did Rodney get in that thing

- poor Ronon man, he just cannot catch a break

- "Ronon, where are your friends?" "They're right here. Let's go home." MY HEART

- Doppelganger, ah crap

- please don't touch that John

- god damn it John

- I've never seen the shirt Teyla's wearing before! Very pretty as always

- poor Teyla

- ahhhhhh I hate Keller's nightmare dude!!!

- Ronon's nightmare being completely alone again and being hunted 😭

- Lorne, poor baby

- I have to say, they've introduced Keller as a main character really really well in my opinion

- oh Kate no 😭 (this is what inspired the heightmeyer joke btw)

- ah man John's expression, you know that he has to be feeling so damn guilty right now. He didn't kill her but touching that crystal did even if it's not his fault. Plus the fact that he knows that she died afraid of him. That has to hurt.

- Teyla hugging him after all that must have meant the world to him, he was so scared she would hate him

- of course Sheppard volunteers to be the one to go with Rodney

- god the devastation on John's face about Rodney...

- and of course Rondey runs back into danger for Sheppard!

- I wish we knew why the entity did this, like why it tormented and killed and tried to kill them. Surely by being in their mind they could tell they didn't mean to take it, also the fact that it drew him in, why?

- the team gathering together at the end is so cute

- ah Travelers, this episode is ok

- the closet scene is pretty funny tho

- Sheppard had that gun for all of 2 seconds before it ran out of ammo, but we've never once seen Ronon reload

- oh boy, Tabula Rasa. This episode is so good but also so trippy. It scared tf outta me as a kid

- the way they did the colorgrading, lighting, angles, sound track, so good and so eerie

- I can only imagine how terrifying it is forgetting like that so quickly. People like the doctors and soldiers hanging on to their duties over anything else, not even knowing why they're doing it

- I love the flashing back and forth too

- Ronon has the coolest jackets

- Ronon getting annoyed and impatient and just shooting Sheppard and typing him up will never not be funny

- poor Rodney, knowing that with Teyla gone he's going to completely forget any minute

- also hello Zane from Eureka

- it's so hard seeing Lorne like that, he's trying so hard

- come on John, stop pointing a gun at your bestie

- I love seeing Ronon take charge for once, he really is so smart and capable and awesome and I wish he got to shine more

- of course Rodney is the first person Sheppard asks about

- I'm not a fan of Rodney and Katie, but that was a cute moment

- OH BOY Missing, shit is about to get realllll

- I'm glad we get to see more of Teyla's absolute badassness in this episode even though it stresses me tf out

- poor Keller, her first introduction to off world shit and it's this

- Teyla's face when Keller is talking about summer camp 😂

- Teyla's ability to hold it together even after being told she is the last of her people, so intense

- not the Bola Kai with a damn lolipop XD

- again with Rodney and Sheppard hanging out in their free time playing games

- Teyla is so sweet to Keller, asking her about her home while they're captured

- LET'S GO KELLER

- I also very much love that Teyla and Keller got to bond

- The Seer is pretty interesting. There's 2 rather big plotlines going on here, the replicators annihilating human worlds, and the thing with Teyla's people.

- "well, this is awkward." "Yes."

- Miller's Crossing, this episode is a good one, very stressful. I love when they visit Earth tho, especially with Ronon.

- "I looked dumb!"

- I love that they call Todd "Sheppard's wraith"

- ok I get Rodney going in like a dummy with no backup, but Baret, come on you should know better dude

- also, where tf did Jeannie's change of clothes come from, did they grab them while they were kidnapping her or something??

- it's pretty hilarious they just put Ronon in the same outfit as Sheppard

- Jeannie, that was incredibly fucked up to say

- Walter, why the hell would you stop Ronon from eating while you are talking

- watching Sheppard talk that guy into getting fed on is... rough

- This Mortal Coil is a pretty good episode. The initial issue with the gate and then all the lead up, very cool

- this show has always done a great job of subtly hinting that something is wrong until it becomes undeniable

- I kinda love when Ronon and Rodney get paired up, they're so funny together

- I really love seeing more of the good replicators, they still do bad stuff, but they have dimension ya know?

- I believe that city being destroyed was Sam's vision tho

- the 2 groups meeting remind me of that one SG-1 episode, the "comtria!" dude who duplicates them

- gotta say, Jack takes it a lot worse than John's team does

- aw man, Rodney and Zelenka talking about losing Elizabeth and Carson... this is the first time we really see Rodney be honest about his feelings to anyone but Sheppard

- AHHHH and then Rodney and Sheppard talking about her

- Be All My Sins Remember'd, oof, seeing them trying to evacuate all the planets in the replicator's path before they get hit, that's rough

- ZANE NOOOO

- PFFFFT the fucking "Colonel"s bit is hilarious

- poor Rodney never being allowed to fully explain :/

- YOU TELL HIM SAM

- Todd and Rodney are pretty funny together

- Todd looks different here for some reason

- Ridney and Zelenka always make me laugh when they work together istg. Their dynamic has changed so much since the start of the show too. They're much more comfortable around eachother now and interact on a friend level now

- PFFFFT, Ronon immediately moved away from Todd when Larin was gonna kill him

- Zelenka this is what happens when you leave Rodney alone for too long

- OOP, noooot a great moment to tell everyone you're pregnant

- awww Ronon 😭

- god Sheppard is so gay, I've never seen that man react normally to being flirted with by a woman

- pfffft Zelenka shuffling away at the awkward convo XD

- GO GET EM TEAM

- the way F.R.A.N. said "Hello" was so satisfying wtf

- the replicator blob is horrifying I love it

- I always forget how this Elizabeth survived

- Spoils of War, Todd you sneaky bastard

- Ronon is the sweetest y'all, "who says you have to keep up?", him and the rest of the team are gonna love her no matter what, but he's the first one to tell her that

- PFFFT Ronon pulling Rodney out of the room

- Lorne!!

- if this is the episode I think it is, OH BOY

- IT IS

- oh? Maybe not?

- "you touched something didn't you" "no... maybe a little"

- again with Sheppard knowing random ass very specific things about Rodney

- ah gross, the birthing facility

- why do they have the same access play like, all the queens

- Lorne is so sweet 😭

- oh boy, Quarantine

- of course the boys are hanging out again

- pfffft of course everyone's first thing is to try and call Rodney

- Teyla is so over John being skittish about her pregnancy

- oh my god Ronon and Keller are so damn awkward together

- damn it Radek, just let Sam workkkkk

- JOHN YOU'RE STRESSING ME OUT

- TEYLA YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW

- you're yelling me that Chuck climbed down the tower???

- Harmony, this episode is pretty funny honestly, and I'm always a fan of John and Rodney on their own doin stupid shit

- the kid annoys tf out of me

- why are the Genii always doing this shit

- OOP

- their faces when she's talking about John like they're married is hilarious

- Outcast, I like this episode a lot, but poor John man

- Rodney requested to go with him AHHHHHH

- pffffft Ronon just showing up like, I'm coming with you, obviously

- ahhhh see this is a much better outfit for Ronon than the last one where they just duplicated what Sheppard was wearing

- not to mention the second outfit with the vest???

- the girl is a badass, gotta say

- Trio... OH WAIT

- this episode stresses me tf out

- it's kinda hilarious that it's 3 nerds stuck though. I mean like, is Sam military and a badass? Yes, but she is also first and foremost a huge nerd.

- man Sam gets like one off world mission in this show and she gets beat tf up during it, we're already at 2 of 3 big ass falls and the 3rd one is OUCHY

- Sam is such a badass, ugh I love seeing her in action again

- Rodney, Rodney please shut up, PLEASE SHUT UP

- 1. Should've tied the rope off a lot shorter. 2. Should've shoveled out dirt as you went

- Rodney really comes in clutch during the escape

- look, Rodney and Keller are cute, I will admit that, but him and Sheppard are still my favorite

- midway is such a good episode oh my god

- yay Teyla is back!!! I missed her

- TEAL'C, LET'S GOOOOO

- "I must admit, I am partial to the tator tots" PFFFFFT

- god I've missed Teal'c

- them fighting is so damn good

- *drops sticks, immediately starts first fighting*

- UGH, KAVANAGH

- I forgot how small the room is, especially once you put two big ass dudes like Ronon and Teal'c in it

- now see, why tf would they not install and iris on the midway station gates just in case

- man SGA is a lil lazy with their wraith casting, we've seen this same dude play like 3 different wraith that all look identical but can't possibly be the same because we see them die. And the same woman plays pretty much every single female wraith.

- like we just saw this wraith dude die in the cloning facility episode. Technically I guess it could be that he's a clone but to my knowledge, they only cloned soldiers not the other ones

- also, couldn't have locked down the control room a lil quicker? Like idk, THE DOORS

- PFFFT the little smack Sheppard gives Rodney

- the alien boys and their funky alien energy weapons

- KAVANAGH WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

- I hate him but his hair is nice rn, finally got rid of the weird ponytail

- god it breaks my heart seeing McKay's expression when he thinks Sheppard is dead

- YOU TELL HIM RONON

- Rodney's face when he finds Sheppard 😭

- THE PIPE SWING

- INDEED

- poor Teal'c man, he's been through the ringer again and again and now getting fed on by a wraith???

- oop, there goes midway

- the IOA meeting lighting is so weird and creepy I hate it

- how'd they open the jumped from the outside?

- PFFFT Ronon waking Sheppard is so cute, I love them so much

- also, where did they pee during the time stuck in the jumper cuz... they were in there for at least 2 days

- The Kindred pt 1, yesssss a Teyla focused episode!!! I missed her

- Hoffan virus comes back once again

- poor Lorne like, uhhhh Teyla, whatchya doin with that knife

- Lorne has such a sweetie pie vibe, like, look at that face!!

- ah crap, Michael is back again

- Lorne came back looking like a dog that got caught getting into the trash, pure shame face

- woah I forgot Michael figured out how to stop needing to feed. See now why can't they just be friends now, if they don't need to feed on humans they can be buddiessss

- OH SHIT IT'S THIS EPISODE TOO

- ouch ouch ouch, Rodney's face seeing Carson again 😭

- part 2, boy howdy there's a lot going on this episode

- Ronon and Sheppard's tactical roll over the counter plus Rodney literally pushing Carson out if the way is hilarious

- Poor Keller man, it's gotta be hard having to save the life of the guy who not only tried to kill you and your friend, but also alerted Michael to the location of the Athosians

- ahhhhhh I hate her being in the table dude it's so creepy!!! Michael stop being creepy to Teyla!!!

- the mix of joy and fear Teyla showed when Michael showed her the ultrasound is so sad

- why tf is that extra just standing in the background staring like that wtf

- did he have brown hair when we last saw him? I could've sworn it was white. Like I get that he's been messing with the mix of wraith and human dna but still

- Rodney is so protective of Carson it's so wholesome 😭 his first instinct when gun fire starts is to protect him

- aw man, Teyla now on top of all that having to come to grips with Carson being alive again, OOF

- last episode of the season and boy is it a dosey! The Last Man.

- the idea of being alone in Atlantis is HORRIFYING

- this episode is so sad y'all

- Todd!!

- Ronon 😭

- THE CLIFF HANGER IS ILLEGAL

Season 5

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Recipe for Love- Chapter 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Joanna MacDonald)

Warnings: Mild alcohol consumption

Authors Note: This chapter and the next one are relatively short but I didn't want to put them together.

Section Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Recipe for Love Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Jo’s boxes had been brought up during the meeting in the conference room and she started unpacking her clothes, toiletries, and then books. When she finally felt like she was settled in, she looked at the clock and saw that it was six. She took a quick shower, in which she regretted not giving herself more time. The shower was amazing and she had to drag herself out of it. She walked into the closet and realized she had no idea what to wear to dinner. Was this a fancy event? Casual? Somewhere in between. She decided to try to find some happy middle ground and settled on a dark green long sleeve dress that came to just below her knees. It could be fancy or casual. She paired it with a pair of simple flats and put her hair into a simple bun. She gave herself one final look before deciding that it was good enough and making her way to the dining room a few minutes before seven.

Tony was behind the bar off to the side and motioned for her to come over. “What can I make ya, Doc?” 

She smiled at his nickname and silently remarked that he sounded like Bugs Bunny when he said it. “I’ll take a gin fizz, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, I like a girl that knows what she wants.” While Tony ws making her drink, she looked out over the group of people who had already gathered. They seemed like such a varied group. Some loud and boisterous, others quiet and reserved. But this was a good thing. Every family has members that are different. She just needed to get them to come together outside of the battlefield or the training room. Tony handed her her drink and she thanked him. He had had Shawarma brought in from a place in the city. Some of the group chuckled at this and Jo figured it must be some sort of inside joke between certain team members. They all sat down and it was then that Jo noticed that Captain Rogers wasn’t with the group. He walked in late and quickly made his way to sit by Bucky. She set him a friendly smile as he sat down but he just narrowed his eyes in judgment before turning to talk to Sam. She wasn’t sure what that had been about but it made her slightly uneasy. She hadn’t even had a conversation with the Captain and couldn’t imagine that she had done anything to upset him. Maybe he was just wary of strangers. Hopefully that wouldn’t last long. She quickly tried to shake it off and enjoy the conversation happening around her. As the dinner ended, she spoke up to the group and said that she would be starting in the morning with breakfast ready at 8 and any and all were welcome to join. She also said she was going to attempt to get 10 minutes with each of them over the next few days. Steve listened to her with distrust and quickly left the table and headed back to his room. He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle her being here, but he was determined to get rid of her before she used them as lab rats and as stepping stones to her goals. 

The next morning, Jo found her way down to the kitchen. She started working on a large batch of scrambled eggs and bacon, deciding that a simple breakfast is best for her first morning. She also made up a slew of toast and set the table with every jam, jelly, butter, and spread she can find. She was worried that no one would join her but she was pleasantly surprised when Wanda and Vision walked in, shortly followed by Natasha and then Bruce, his attention turned firmly to the tablet in his hand. They all said their good mornings and settled down to eat. TOny and Pepper came in a few minutes later, playfully bickering away about something and cheerfully bid the group good morning. 

Conversation flowed between the group easily, particularly between the women of the group. Natasha and Wanda were planning to take Jo out this weekend to get to know each other better. Jo was grateful to the women for reaching out and being so welcoming to her. She was nervous being the new person in the group, but both Nat and Wanda had been new and alone at one point and they knew how nerve wracking it could be. They were going to do their best to make her feel at home as quickly as possible.

“I had hoped to talk to Captain Rogers this morning.” Jo said dejectedly. 

Natasha responded to her. “Oh, him, Sam, and Bucky run in the mornings, rain or shine. They should be in in a bit.” 

And she was right. A few minutes later, Sam and Bucky walked into the dining room, sweaty but with smiles on their faces, greeting everyone and settling down to eat. Steve followed behind them with a smile on his face, but that smile quickly disappeared the moment he saw Jo sitting at the table having a conversation with Wanda and Natasha. Sheve knew that Natasha, more than almost anyone else, could take care of herself, but he had always felt responsible and protective of Wanda, even if she was a grown woman now. She had been so young and broken when she had joined them, after having lost her brother. He had adopted her as the sister he never had and seeing her talking to Jo made him uncomfortable. He didn’t want her analyzing her. He went to sit across from Natasha and next to Wanda.

“Wanda, I have you scheduled for sparring this morning against Nat. You need to be working on surprise attacking, both offensively and defensively.” Steve had interrupted the conversation that Wanda, Natasha, and Jo had been having. He wasn’t listening to what they were saying. He didn’t particularly care what they talked about, he didn’t want them talking at all.

“Oh… Sure Steve, no problem.” Wanda had responded to him while giving him an odd look. He was very rarely that rude to someone. He might be straight to the point a lot of times, but he almost never intentionally interrupted someone's conversation. He was just too polite for that.

Steve sat sullenly, eating his eggs and bacon, not acknowledging Jo or anyone else at the table. He just wanted to eat and be out of this situation. It wasn’t until he heard his name that he started paying attention. “What was that? He asked Natasha.

“Oh we were just saying that us girls are going out this weekend and thought some of the guys might want to join. I know it’s not really your scene, but it might be fun.”

Steve looked at the girls and saw Jo smiling friendly at him, he quickly looked away from her. “Yeah, that’s a no from me.” He started to get up from the table when he was stopped by Jo calling his name. “Captain Rogers.” When he didn’t respond to her, she stood up and followed him for a moment. “Captain Rogers.” He sighed and turned around.

“Sorry for bothering you, I know the team has a busy schedule, but I was wondering if I would be able to get some time with each member over the next few days. It would be a big help to me.” Steve breathed deeply, trying to control his annoyed response. “I guess I have no objection to you scheduling time with them as long as it doesn’t get in the way of their training. I can’t guarantee that they will want to speak to you though.” With this, Steve turned away and walked down the hall, heading to his room to take a shower and cool his head.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Readying to Storm the Castle

whumptober24 day 25- surgery fandom- Danny phantom tw- non graphic dissection (it's only in the last section if you want to skip it) summary- the crew make plans

masterlist ao3 part 9 of SIANT

Valerie doubted them at first, but after showing her proof and explaining Danielle Valerie finally, grudgingly believed them. She was still angry, she couldn’t bring herself to completely let go of her resentment toward Phantom. But she’d do this for Danny, the boy she’d briefly dated, who she still considered a friend. She’d help rescue him, then punch him for keeping secrets. Then when he was safe and she’d extracted an explanation from him, could she start working out all her complicated feelings.

They had set to planning then. They needed to figure out a way to get past the GIW blockade. 

Only after they’d figured out a way out could they start to plan a route to the facility and a plan on how to break Danny out.

“Would they let you through if you’re chasing a ghost?” Sam asked Val.

She shook her head. “No. I tried that, but they just said they’d take care of it.” she sighed, letting herself fall back onto Sam’s bed. 

They had all gathered at Sam’s house since she had the most room, and her parents were less likely to bother them.

Jazz fidgeted with the Fenton booo-merang. They’d be able to use it once they got closer to the location. Tucker had figured out the town, but the facility was probably hidden. 

Jazz was biting her lip, her gaze distant.

Tucker was on his computer trying to see what other information he could extract from the GIW servers.

“Could we just blast through?” Valerie asked.

“We’d need a lot of fire power.” Tucker said from his position in front of his laptop.

“I’ve got a lot of fire power.” Valerie said.

Sam hummed. “We’d need to find a good spot to attack. After you blast their lines, we’d need to be ready to drive through immediately. And we’d have to figure out a way to lose them and stay off their radar.”

“I’ve got something that can scramble their tracking systems.” Jazz spoke up. “My parents meant for it to track ghosts.” She rolled her eyes. “But of course it just messes with other tracking systems.”

“And I can drive the Fenton RV.” Sam said.

Tucker shuddered without taking his eyes on his computer screen. Sam was almost as reckless of a driver as Jack Fenton, except that while Jack drove like a blind folded monkey, Sam drove like a monster truck driver at a Monster Jam.

Valerie nodded. “Okay, I’ll have to ask my… benefactor for more weapons.”

Sam snorted. “You mean Vlad.”

Valerie froze for a moment before frowning and rolling her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Sam said. “Jazz, if you could ready the RV with weapons and… first aid supplies, Tucker and I will gather the equipment we have stashed. Let’s try to be ready by tomorrow evening. We’ll strike near the end of the guards’ shift when they’re the most tired and before their replacements come.”

They all nodded, feeling their nerves settle at finally having a plan.

Hold on, Danny, Sam though. We’re coming.

—-

Danny whimpered as he stared at the bright light above him. He could feel hands tugging at his chest and abdomen. It hurt. It hurt so much. He closed his eyes as he felt hands grabbing at things inside him.

There was a whir, and Danny felt tears streaming down his face. He closed his eyes tighter as they brought the bone saw down on his ribs. He screamed behind the muzzle.

His ribs didn’t have nerve endings, he shouldn’t be able to feel this. He wouldn’t if he was human. But he was a ghost. A ghost with a messed up biology.

He could feel everything.

Every tug at an organ, every slice as another one was cut out, every snap of bone, every exploring hand.

It hurt. Danny felt himself drifting off, his consciousness dropping away, making it feel like he was floating. He was still aware of what was going on, but it was more distant. It didn’t hurt as much. It felt like he was a mere observer. As if all this was happening to someone else. 

This was good. This was so much better. He wished he could stay in this floating state forever.

A knife sliced into him again, but this time he could barely feel it.

[peppymint1986]

Thanks to graveyardnuggets who not only inspired this series but also reminded me that rough drafts do not magically type and edit themselves

Out of Uniform

“Are you certain you don’t want me to track down that dancer for you?” Felix teased his friend.  “I am certain I could get her name.”

Hans half-glared back before taking another sip of his beer.  “Nein.”  

“Fine, fine,” Felix laughed.  “But you can’t blame me for trying.  The way you kept glancing at her.”  It would do his friend good to relax for a while.  The war would still be waiting tomorrow.  

While Captain Dietrich did not begrudge his men their distractions while off duty, he felt it was inappropriate to engage in an intimate relationship while he served on the battlefields.  Not just for reasons of honor but also good sense.  That didn’t mean he could not look though.

He glanced at the side door the woman had disappeared through; and the dancer had been compelling.  With the high neckline and full length gloves her outfit could not have been described as immodest.  But at the same time, the form fitting cut of the dress and sheerness of the fabric had left absolutely nothing to the imagination.  

She had been graceful as well.  The lacey black fan a tease as she peered over it with pale blue eyes that the smokey eyeshadow had only made more striking.  Curly black hair cascading down her neck and over her shoulders.  

Swirling the golden liquid, Hans raised his glass before taking another drink.  Those eyes.  Suddenly, it hit him and he choked, spewing the beer across the table.  Immediately he shot to his feet, ignoring his friend’s grumbling as Felix tried to brush off his wet shirt.  

“Troy!”

“What?”

“That was Sergeant Troy!”  Almost in response to his thoughts came the sound of a large explosion.  Dietrich cursed, yanking his luger from its holder as he bolted outside.  There he was treated to the unforgetable sight of Sergeant Sam Troy.  Dress hiked up to her thighs as she ran barefoot across the hot sand.  

“Troy!”  Hans attempted to line up a shot only to leap backwards as one of those accursed jeeps roared onto the scene, spitting bullets.  A jolt of fear going through him as Felix appeared in the open doorway.  Scrambling over, Hans managed to yank his friend into cover in the nick of time, the frame disintegrating in a hail of splinters.  “Stay down!” he snapped.  

Glancing back, Dietrich was unsurprised to see Troy swing up into her usual position on the second jeep.  Her fifty caliber adding to the chaos as he desperately tried to pretend he had not caught a glimpse of her undergarments.  

A few minutes later it was all over.  The Rat Patrol disappearing in a cloud of dust.  The scene of destruction was all too familiar to anyone who dealt with the Rat Patrol.  His eyes flicked to the left, giving his friend a concerned once over as Felix staggered up to him.  

“That was Sergeant Troy?”  Felix asked in disbelief.

“Ja.”

His friend still appeared baffled.  “Sergeant Troy?”

Now it was Dietrich who was puzzled.  “Surely you knew the Sergeant was a woman.”  He had been stunned the first time he had met his nemesis face to face.  But that had been a long time ago.  Nowadays it was common knowledge among the soldiers of the Afrika Corps.

“Well yes.  But,” Felix seemed to be struggling for words.  “I wasn’t expecting,” somewhat helplessly his hands came up, tracing a feminine figure.  Far from the hulking broad shouldered he-woman he had imagined.  

“Ah,” Hans clicked his tongue, looking woefully in the direction his foes had made their escape.  “I am never going to get that image out of my head,” he bemoaned.  The Captain could only hope the memory of Sergeant Troy all dressed up would not serve as too much of a distraction in future encounters.  

As someone who wears a uniform at work it is amazing how different your co-workers look without it.  I am quite certain with my hair out of a practical style with a nice dress and full makeup it would take them awhile to recognize me.  Especially if I did not speak to them.  

[taughtdefense]

YOU'RE SO FUCKING EXHAUSTED. trying to keep sam & the rest of your friends from slipping into complete despair because of the school fight has made you bury your own mental health so deep you almost forget you're suffering. almost. not to mention auryn routinely courting you now that, presumably, you're left vulnerable, or more accurately: that a certain brunet is out of the picture. he's been in a huge pain in your ass lately, & you've let it happen, just to feel something, anything, other than crushing emptiness. you're not exactly dealing with the trauma of anything you've gone through. honestly, you still haven't processed the fact that miguel told you he loved you & then kissed you, all while he was drunk, let alone him being hospitalized.

despite your shock, you've gone to see him a few times, both when he was out of a coma & comatose. hawk had been surprised to see you sitting at his bedside once he'd heard el serpiente finally, thank god, woke up. miguel's tried talking to you about the kiss twice now, but you've always skated around the topic, opting to talk about literally anything else. it's to try & get his mind off of the fact that he's paralyzed, according to the doctor's & miguel's forlorn, haunted expression, the fact that you have no idea where the fuck robby is, the fact that johnny & mr. larusso are absolutely adamant in not letting you help search for him ( HE COULD BE HURT SOMEWHERE, FOR ALL YOU KNOW! ). to say you're furious with them both—johnny & mr. larusso, you should clarify—is an understatement.

basically, everything sucks.

YOU KNOW YOU WON'T FEEL LIKE THIS FOREVER, but again, it still sucks. it's certainly not how you expected to feel ever. even if you do manage to rewind the clock, prevent miguel from kissing you or sam after, the outcome might only be delayed as opposed to circumvented.

fucking technicalities in exercising power when your Creators are always pushing back against you from trying to intervene too much with destiny, & all that shit, remain confusing, ever-changing & adapting to GO AGAINST YOUR FAVOR. it's a gamble you'd rather not take, not with everything at stake, because of everything that is at stake. miguel's accident COULD WIND UP KILLING HIM, & where the fuck would you be then? it's too risky.

in these past few weeks, you've been rapidly veering between shock, despair, guilt, rage & emptiness pretty frequently, even if externally you're just appear to be fine. more concerned with your friends, more like. you've been hanging out at miyagi do far too much lately, despite it's recent closure. ever since mr. larusso closed down the dojo after the school fight, you've felt a little... well, scrambled? lost? thrown off balance? take your pick of words. mr. larusso certainly has no issue with you coming to miyagi do; he told you as such.

you suppose that he figures it's the least he could do—hand your old keys to the sanctuary back over to you—since he's stonewalling you from helping find robby. it's a pyrrhic victory.

whatever the case is, you started coming here to try & clear your head, get away from the rumors swirling about you & miguel, the fact that tory saw Two Presumably Heterosexual Dudes kissing at a party, then inadvertently outed you two at the confrontation on the first day of school, all because sam had apparently wounded her pride multiple times before. it's something you don't really like her for at the moment. you're glad she got kicked out of school.

you're leaning against the dojo, your knees drawn up to your chest. you don't open your eyes even as you hear a car door shut, the familiar click click of heels on the gravel outside. you don't move, even as @naturallyglamorous enters the dojo & sees you sitting on the sparring deck, your semi-full water bottle resting next to your thigh. you pick it up & shake it a little bit before taking a swig, already a little bit annoyed.

you can sense her eyes on you. you sigh heavily, cracking an eye open as you set the bottle down with a metallic thunk, beginning to fiddle with your earplugs. you haven't been answering anyone's texts for the past hour, despite your phone being almost fully charged & in the pocket of your sweatpants.

❝ hey, veronica. ❞ you greet her calmly, tone only a little bit clipped. like you're trying to end the conversation before it can begin properly. you're not as cold to her as you'd been initially because of a certain ALTERNATE-CURRENT LIFE. thank you, Younger Self, for being absolutely petty. you like her well enough in this lifetime, enough to let her call you eth if she so desires. you call it baby steps, & shadow believes it to be commendable on your part that you didn't become wholly petty... just, instantly, because of everything. points for trying to be better, ethan. he had said. your mom would be proud of you for trying to let go of that alternate-lifetime grudge of veronica locking lips with your robby... who isn't even fucking yours, despite what your Younger Self screams at you.

you push those thoughts out of your head. you know that she can definitely see the dark circles underneath your eyes, & only hopes she doesn't rat you out to jughead, or paze, or emma, or courtney, or michelle. or, even worse: sam, who is still your best friend/roommate despite your... current disagreements with mr. larusso about robby. you're not going to, like, attack him or johnny because of it, much to the disappointment of your Younger Self because robby is concerned. ❝ if you're here to make sure i haven't done anything monumentally fucking reckless, or to see that i've not gotten jumped by cobra kai, well, then, congratulations. mission accomplished. i'm fine. ❞

veronica doesn't look away from you. oh boy. you resist the urge to just get up & walk away, or just to remain staring at her. when she doesn't budge, you sigh heavily. ❝ fine. i'll bite. ❞ hopefully you don't wind up regretting this. ❝ what do you want? ❞ you try not to wince at the sharp tone your voice takes on, coming out a little harsher than you meant to. you suppose you'd feel bad about that if this was any other time, but... well, in your defense: she interrupted your decompressing-slash-wallowing time, so she'll have to excuse you if you're a little lot grumpy.

❝ i’ve decided you’re the only one i can trust. ❞ she replies.

you instantly school your expression, going from a little annoyed to neutral, settling back against the dojo's wall to become more comfortable. luckily, the semi-shade provides some relief from the sweltering sunshine. yep. regretting asking what she wants seems like a rapidly approaching outcome. hmm... if veronica says that you're the only one she can trust, as opposed to all of their other friends, then it must be something serious. or dangerous... or maybe even both. you eye her scrutinizingly, but you don't tap into her head with your powers to learn more, despite the urge to do so. the sooner you figure out what she needs help with, the sooner you can get it over with, & the sooner you can go back to wallowing here in miyagi do.

❝ right. because that's totally not ominous & incredibly fucking vague, ❞ you mutter, sarcasm oozing from your still-flat cadence, ❝ but sure. i-i'll humor you. ❞ then, louder, you ask: ❝ what do you need help with? ❞ your frown deepens as you consider something. before she can respond, you say: ❝ ...follow up question i-i feel randomly obligated to ask, but... does it involve picking a fight with cobra kai? ❞ actively seeking out karate rumbles for whatever reason doesn't seem to be quite her style, in your opinion, not to mention even less of a veronica lodge approved predilection that others jump to, but the fucking voids-damned universe still has the ability to surprise you.

[itshype]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss, Godhood (DC x DP)

What’s the best way to cover up a secret when Danny can’t lie very well? Make an even more elaborate lie – but one that tugs on the heartstrings! My DC x DP Previous Works: Space Lover Danny, Kingmaker Danny, Service Animal Cujo, Danny yoinks Connor, Ghost Bruce HC + Ghost Jason HC

So, Danny's government just made his existence illegal. Which is rude and very othering and mean. In canon, Danny sort of slides around this but hey, this should be a pretty upsetting incident.

So, Vlad immediately switches his attitude (because your girl loves redeemed Vladdie!), and the two work together for weeks to try and minimise any chances of either of them getting caught. Danny is really feeling the whole “Only two of their kind” when his president declared open season on Danny (I don’t care if this isn’t how laws work in America. I’m not American I don’t care for foreign legal accuracy).

And so, weeks later, they’re actually together in ghost form with Extended Team Phantom (Tucker, Sam, Jazz and Valerie) trying to figure out their best way forward because if Vlad openly opposes these laws as Mayor too publicly the GIW might start looking at him way too closely and everything would unravel. They really can’t pretend that revealing the possibility of a human/ghost hybrid wouldn’t put events around whichever of them hadn’t been caught under a brand-new light.

Valerie is there pretending not to be emotionally invested in her boss’ and Danny’s welfare while reading a book and occasionally leaping in with “Devil’s Advocate” comments of how the Fenton parents and GIW might respond to some of their ideas.

Then the Justice League show up. Now there’s a whole law (please see Navigate any storm for my HC about the JLA’s relationship with the anti-ecto acts) they're obligated to step in. Now, I’ve been pretty uniform with who I’m including in these notfics so for a change, here we get Wonder Woman, Barry Allen’s Flash, Supergirl and I think Jason Todd but dressed up as Batman (Bruce got a booboo on his ickle frontal lobe and is out for the count, Flash and Supergirl are here because I loved their dynamic in all crossovers in the DCTV universe PRE-crisis).

Here we have the perfect storm of well read (Diana and Jason) but kind of gullible and not-as-paranoid as Batman (Flash and Supergirl, Jason is definitely suspicious but would defer to an expert like Wonder Woman in the right scenario).

Diana has shown up ready to fight, Hestia’s lasso glowing in her hands, and Team Phantom is sharp – they’re well trained and smart, but they can’t really compete against superhumans like the JLA. Diana demands that they all surrender and relinquish control over their human sycophants before being taken into custody for violation of the anti-ecto acts and performing actions of war on civilians or whatever other legal stuff she knows about.

The two halfas are floating and green so denying any knowledge would be bad. Vlad steps forward to try and babble on to buy Danny time and he scrambles for an escape. He doesn’t see a way out, but what he does see is the book that Valerie was reading. Percy Jackson. He looks back at Wonder Woman. Back at the book. Back at the Daughter of Zeus.

“Cousin! It’s so great you came to visit us at last!”

That at least gets Wonder Woman to pause. She asks what he’s talking about. Then “Batman” says not to let the ghost confuse them. He’s glaring at the vampiric ghost who seems to be trying to protect the smaller one. Vlad has legs, Danny has his little tail form.

Danny lets out the fakest laugh you’ve ever heard. He explains that ‘of course’ they weren’t ghosts. They were superpowered beings. Superpowered beings are protected by metahuman law.

“Batman” points out that they both look a lot like ghosts. Danny’s mind is scrambling for the right names. He finds them.

“Oh, I am actually the son of Melinoe, goddess of ghosts.” Daughter of Persephone, would make him Diana’s first cousin, once removed. Totally fit in with his power set plus she was a really obscure goddess who wasn’t very well known or documented, and therefore he could make up stuff about his ‘mother’ if he so chose.

“And who’s the vampire?” Barry asks, though Jazz, at least can tell that everyone is way less on-guard.

“I am…” There’s a very long pause. “His Father. Deimos. God of Dread. Son of Aphrodite and Ares!” Danny wants to smack him.

Okay, great, Vlad just ‘yes, and’ed Danny from being a demigod to the both of them being full-blown gods in their own right. Sure.

“Yes! I am Phantom…”

Jazz cuts him off to say that his name was Phántasma [φάντασμα] and of course the locals just anglicized it to Phantom from the original Ancient Greek. Danny agrees and goes onto explain how he was a pretty new god – y’know, comparatively – and these were some nice humans who were all considering becoming his priestesses and priest. Sam ducks in to explain how Phantom – sorry, Phantasma, was the god of ghosts finally relinquishing hold on their forms and surrendering to the afterlife. Something chill and small, nothing that would necessitate him getting involved with human affairs and no abilities that would mean any extra attention from the Justice League.

Diana starts to cry, she thought she was all alone in the world and right here was her cousin. All along she had family in the realm of men, family who had been so excited to meet her yet who had not reached out. Unfortunately, Danny made a mistake. Melinoe isn’t Hades and Persephone’s daughter. She’s Zeus and Persephone’s daughter. Diana connects the dots and in a single instant stops crying.

“A baby brother!” She reaches forward to squish Danny’s face.

Jazz takes great offense at that. Danny is her brother (though she can’t admit that). Danny’s at closest, Diana’s half nephew – but since he’s her half nephew on BOTH sides she’s willing to concede him as her full nephew.  Diana argues that since her Dad is Danny’s grandfather and great-grandfather plus great uncle, their ichor is close enough that he’s basically her full brother. Ironic as Deimos would actually be closer to being her half-brother. Vlad is a creepy old vampire though, not an adorable teen superhero.

Tucker makes up a very elaborate story about being too insecure to reach out before now. He requests Phantasm’s blessing to convey this story to Wonder Woman so that Danny doesn’t have to say anything.

Valerie gets out a notebook to try and map out this fictional family tree while googling all the deities’ names she doesn’t already recognise. It makes her thankful it is only fictional. Phantasma’s family tree looks more like a Christmas wreath. “Batman” is also trying to figure out the most appropriate relationship between Phantasma and Diana in his HUD.

This is when everyone has made their biggest mistake, not paying attention to Vlad for more than a minute. This is a problem he is thrilled to remedy. His chest swells and he starts to prattle on about how hard it’s been for him as a single father since his beloved Melinoe died in the God War (Wonder Woman’s cinematic canon prequel). Of course, Supergirl asks how they survived, and they say some very broad things about sheltering in the afterlife where Ares could not reach them, as gods are most powerful in their own domain.

Disregarding the fact that if this all were true, Danny would be about 100 years older than her, Diana acknowledges that a child without a mother must struggle and offers to help Danny whenever necessary. If he wanted to, he could come live with her in DC and meet all her superhero friends to help guide him.

They’re scrambling for a reason as to why Danny would turn down this offer. Vlad speaks first. He explains that since his mother’s death, Danny has overtaken her domain as the god of all ghosts and, while Phantom is very clearly not a ghost, he couldn’t possibly leave all his subjects. Especially since the stupid GIW keep attacking father and son. Vlad says that honestly, the US government should be glad that they haven’t smote them, the GIW and everyone else who would challenge them.

Diana is horrified. Ghosts are revolting scum, and her two new family members are full-blooded gods who shine with otherworldly power and definitely not the glow of ectoplasm.

Whenever any of the other superheroes (who are more clear-headed at this time) try and ask any probing questions either:

Danny insists that a mere mortal wouldn’t understand the scope of his abilities

Tucker yells at them for daring to question “Phantasma’s” great authority

Sam insists that she would hate to be told the answer, that everything her god does is for her to decode. She asks what they think the symbolism of Danny robbing a bank could be.

She offers to get them in touch with the president and he could make them both special advisors to the GIW – the JLA had only been called in due to how much trouble the agency were having and bringing two gods in would be a quick way to get the entire situation ship shape.

The flash gets in touch with Phantasma’s high priestess next week, he reassures everyone that the ‘misunderstanding’ is all cleared up. Danny’s officially the CEO of the guys in white.

Hope everyone enjoyed. Masterpost coming soon.

((Dan as Hades???))

Here's "Phantasma's" family tree - simplified

[what-is-fanart]

NO BECAUSE ok everything about the final scene in the game (not including interviews) on the 8 survivors run means so much to me. I feel like it’s so crucial in how they might be in the aftermath

Sam scrambling to her feet after being physically blown from the lodge, still vigilant, like she’s waiting for the monster to come tearing out after them. She saved all of their lives and she’s still waiting on the other shoe to drop, for them all to have to freeze and evade the monster until they figure it out again (or until there’s nobody left to hide from the monster at all). Her place in the finale of the game is so incredibly brave and I think that she has a lot of issues with being vulnerable afterwards. It’s easiest with Mike, because at least she’s not the sole pillar of support, but even still the idea of being caught off guard or being weak makes her anxious.

Mike is on his feet as well, in fact it looks like he was still standing when she got thrown out. Unlike everyone else he won’t let himself rest even for half a second on the ground. He’s immediately putting himself in the role of the protector, the shoes he’s been trying to fill since jessica was taken. Specifically getting to Sam, the one person who has been by his side for the night, who saved him from his isolation in the sanatorium (even though he technically saved her), the one who knew exactly what he was thinking and pulled off the final step of their plan, saving everyone.

I think that even if you aren’t a Sam/Mike fan, their bond is undeniable. All throughout the night they play off eachother effortlessly, saving eachothers lives time and time again. I think that no matter what their relationship status, the two of them become almost codependent. Mike more than Sam, but bother either way. Also on Mike more personally, I think his fear of isolation just got a lot worse. He finds himself following his friends and family around a lot, both to protect them and to curb his anxiety

Emily is up next, stumbling and limping and alone. She’s practically been screwed since she lost Matt, alone even after she found her friends what with them threatening and nearly killing her. I think that in the end she doesn’t necessarily forgive Mike or Ashley, but she gets it. If it had been her in one of their shoes she might have had the same reaction, and she’s smart and self aware, I think she would realize that as well. That being said, I think it takes her a while to find her place in the group again, and she’s never really going to be close with Ashley or Mike.

Chris is interesting because you almost can’t see him. In fact it looks like he dove behind a picnic bench. What I did notice is that he looks at Ashley before anything else. Before the burning lodge or the chopper or his friends he looks at her. I think that in the end they for sure are together. It’s a trauma bond mixed with a lot of pre-existing feelings. After Josh is gone Chris becomes very introspective, as well as observant of others. He spends a lot of his time worrying about Ashley’s state of mind, what she’s thinking and feeling. If he missed what was going on with Josh, he refuses to miss something like that with any of his friends now and especially his girlfriend.

Ashley is one I was excited to talk about because personally I don’t love her but shes so expressive. She never stands up. When the fire gets worse and the lodge explodes she still doesn’t stumble to her feet like the others. She’s exhausted and willing to just wait and hope that the monster won’t burst out engulfed in flames. When the chopper shows up, she curls into a ball, presumably sobbing into her knees. Relatable. I think that she becomes really vulnerable afterwards and paranoid beyond belief. I would go as far as to say she might spend the first while of her aftermath locked in her bedroom, I’m talking boards on the windows and furniture in front of the door fear. The only person who would be able to see her is Chris, desperately trying to take care of her. Emotionally, I think she would fluctuate between total listlessness and emotional outbursts.

Bonus Matt and jessica

Their final scene is not much to analyse because it’s 90% relief, but I do notice some things. Mainly, Jessica’s hand reaching for Matts sleeve, and Matt getting himself in the place between Jessica and the monster. Whether unconsciously or not, that means a lot. I think even before the game Matt spent a lot of time being a middle man in his group. The gentle mediator between people, the person that keeps them from having big group drama all the time. Without the group, that role becomes smaller. I think that after the mines, that kinda falls away. He doesn’t have it in him anymore to mediate his friends and in a way, there’s no longer a need, and he hardens. He’s always been protective and that becomes more so.

Him and Jessica become close for sure. Just having him around makes her feel safe and I think knowing where she is, serves as a reminder to him that he is more than a mediator. He protected her in the mines, he made the conscious choice to save her more than once, and he was successful. (This last one is the most ramble bc I didn’t have a ton to work with)