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i wanna kiss that fat boy right now, if i don't kiss that boy i will die.
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Old As A Dinosaur
~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: reader learns something about her boyfriend
Word count: 842
Warnings: fluff. short and sweet.
A/N: this idea came from the wonderful @buckys-wintersoldierâ€ïž
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The giggles coming from the living room greeted you the moment you stepped foot into the house, as you walked in to the room you saw your son Sebastian sitting on the couch tucked in to the side of your boyfriend Bucky.
Bucky didnât bat an eye when you told him that you had a three year old son. When he met Seb for the first time it seemed that both your son and boyfriend forgot that you were even there. The first night Bucky stayed over Seb asked if Bucky could put him to bed, then when a nightmare involving monkeys that were trying to eat his toes woke him up he begged for Bucky to come and save him.
Six months after Bucky had met Sebastian the rest of the Avengers met him too. His squeals of pure joy had everyone laughing other than Bucky as Sam had Seb in his arms and flew the two around. Your boyfriend actually threatened Sam that he would end him if he dropped the three year old. Said three year old who tried to lift up Thorâs hammer, then was using Captain Americas shield as a sled.
You had actually been pulled aside by Sebâs teacher and was told that Seb had been lying all day by telling everyone he knew the Avengers, you just raised your eyebrow and laughed informing her that he was not lying at all.
âHi pretty mamaâ Bucky greeted when he noticed you standing there.
âHi pwetty mamaâ Seb repeated making the pair of you laugh.
âHi my handsome men, what are you two doing?â
âDinosâ pointing at the tv Sebastian sighed happily at seeing his favourite movie for what felt like the thousandth time.
âHow was work babe?â
âIt was alright, nothing exciting today. Iâm going to get dinner startedâ
âNo need pretty girl, me and little man here did it we was just waiting on you. Go and get changed and then we can eatâ Bucky says before telling Seb that it was dinner time and promising the three year old that they could carry on watching as soon as they had finished eating. Doing as he says you head upstairs changing into comfier clothes.
âFollow me pwetty mama, dinner timeâ laughing you take your sons waiting hand letting him lead you into the dinning room as Bucky served the food.
Halfway through the meal Sebastian was trying to whisper to Bucky who kept responding with âI told you itâs a secretâ
âBut pwease itâs mamaâ
âDo you think we can trust her?â Buckyâs eyes squinted looking at you suspiciously.
âYes! Its mama she not tellâ
âOkay, but she has to do the secret pinky swear before we tell herâ Your eyes moved between the pair with your eyebrow pinched together. âPretty mama what weâre about to tell you is top secret, you have to pinky swear that you can never tell anyone what youâre about to hearâ
âPwomise mamaâ
âI promiseâ both of them hold up their pinky fingers up waiting for you to wrap yours around theirs you waited patiently to hear this top secret news.
âOkay little man, you-you can tell herâ Bucky says with a nervous tone lacing his voice.
âMama⊠Buck met dinosâ Sebastian tells you in the most serious voice the three year old could muster.
âEx-what?â
âYep. He was fwends with them and-and had pet T-Rexâsâ
Looking at Bucky with your eyebrow raised he nodded solemnly keeping his face void of emotion.
âI-I didnât know thatâ
âTop secret mama uncle Stevie donât know so no telling no one!â
âBuck your secret is safe with me, donât worryâ you tell him earnestly.
âThank you pretty girl, it honestly feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that Iâve been able to tell my family the truthâ he takes yours and Sebs hands in his and squeezes.
Honestly he deserves an Oscar for his performance.
Seb giggles and promises that he will never ever tell anyone then carries on eating his dinner as if he hadnât just told you some life changing news about your partner. Bucky looks at you and smiles before doing the same as Seb.
Finishing your dinner, you tell Bucky that youâll wash up - he did try and argue that he would do it but Seb begged him to watch the dinos. Walking into the living room once again, your eyebrow rosed for the umpteenth time that night as you watch Bucky with his arms pulled close to his chest, Seb coping him and both bouncing around.
âLook mama weâre dinos!â Seb giggled before roaring like a dinosaur.
âCome on pretty mama, be dinos with usâ Bucky winked then roaring and chirping like Sebastian was doing.
If anyone had looked in your front windows that night they would have thought there was something wrong with all three of you.
The three of you were roaring and acting as dinosaurs. And honestly, it was the best way to end a stressful day at work.
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all's well that ends well II Lucy Bronze x Reader
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âYou!â
Your voice was high-pitched and cracked slightly at the end of the question.
You didnât care.
There was no way, she was actually here. You had heard the rumours but hadnât believed any of it. And now she was actually here, right in front of your eyes, on the Chelsea training grounds.
She actually did it.
You watched her through narrowed eyes, subconsciously clenching your jaw.
She smiled brightly at you: âYes, me. Good morning to you too, pretty girl.â
There it was, that typical smug smile. Lucy Bronze, just like you wanted to forget her.
âDonât call me that.â, you warned her.
Bad enough that she was here, you didnât need her stupid remarks.
She remained unbothered, teasing you some more: âOh, someone woke up in a bad mood.â
âNo, only still stuck in a nightmare called Lucy Bronze.â, you replied, taking in the unfamiliar sight of her in the blue Chelsea training shirt.
From the look on her face she clearly interpreted it as you checking her out.
You cringed.
âA nightmare, huh?â, she repeated with a grin.
You wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid self-assured smile off her face.
âDressed in Chelsea colours. Why did you come back? And of all clubs you had to choose mine?!â
You half-expected her to crack another joke but instead, her face turned serious.
âDonât worry, I didnât come here for you. I came for what the club had to offer.â
âIn other words, Barca didnât want you anymore.â, you taunted her.
You watched, waiting to see her face fall but it never did. She just cocked her head and replied: âCold. But essentially yes, they didnât guarantee me a spot in the starting squad so I left.â
Before you could stop yourself, you released a humourless laugh.
Following Lucys confused look, you explained: âYou always leave when it gets uncomfortable. See you on the pitch.â
You turned around and took exactly two steps towards the football pitch before you heard Lucy catching up to you.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? If you really think that you donât know me well enough.â, she asked, her voice finally conveying some anger.
âOh, I do know you.â, you shrugged and left her standing on the sideline of the pitch, joining your teammates for the warm-up.
To your surprise, she jogged up next to you, clearly not done with the conversation yet. âSure. Of course you know me better than I know myself. Youâve always been such a know-it-all.â
You huffed in offence but before you could protest, she increased her pace and left your side.
In her place, Sam Kerr appeared with a curious look on her face: âWait, you and Bronzey got history?â
âYes, it was a long time ago though and I donât want to talk about it, okay.â, you revealed reluctantly.
âAw man, I love a good break up story.â, the Australian forward replied pouting.
âI know you do Sammy, but you wonât hear that one.â, you told her.
âIâll figure it out sooner or later.â, she declared confidently.
âDonât you dare asking Lucy about us.â, you warned your teammate.
âIâm sure sheâll tell me.â, Sam responded winking.
Much to her actual surprise the English defender did open up towards her, once it was just the two of them in an empty room.
âOur story is quick to tell we were together for quite a while, I went to another club, so we tried to do long distance, yet it didnât work out.â
âAnd she thinks itâs your fault?â, Sam questioned.
âObviously and sheâs talking about comfortable all she has ever known is English football.â, the older woman shrugged.
The forward took a moment to think about what she just said before humming. âOh, this is going to be a very interesting season.â
âAdmittedly, I did a few things wrong in the past and there isnât much I regret but these I do.â Memories of the moment Lucy regretted the most passed behind her inner eye.
âThatâs too much information. I didnât come for a deep dive.â, Sam intervened chuckling.
âCome on girls, donât dally.â, Millie who stood in the doorframe called for them.
âShe thinks she has something to say around here now that she has an honours doctorate.â, the forward rolled her eyes playfully.
âWeâre ready, Doctor Bright.â, the dark-haired defender reassured the blonde with a teasing grin on her lips.
âGood to hear, Doctor Bronze.â, Millie answered happily.
A few days had passed since your conversation with your ex-girlfriend. During and post training you tried your best to ignore her. You were about to leave the Chelsea grounds, but a familiar voice held you back.
âCan we talk?â
âNow?â, you wanted to know.
âYes.â, Lucy nodded.
âFine, but be quick, I donât have much time.â, you stated in an icy tone crossing your arms impatiently.
âThen youâve to make some time.â, she emphasized.
âWhat do you want to talk about?â, you asked short-temperedly.
âAbout us. This is getting ridiculous. Howâre we supposed to play together when you ignore me all the time?â, the defender countered eagerly awaiting your response.
The late afternoon light enhanced her tan, and her green eyes were glowing. You couldnât help to admire the woman in front of you, but when you remembered what happened between you two and acid formed in your mouth, so you spat out words as cruel as the taste of that. Sentences you knew would hurt her.
âYouâre less quick and sharp nowadays. Also how am I supposed to trust you on and off the pitch?â
Lucy blinked at you. Her face frozen, not slightest slip. Shaking her head, she replied: âYou really have a way of making someone feel welcome here.â
âIâm normally more welcoming to our new signings⊠making sure they settle well into LondonâŠâ
You stopped yourself from continuing and bit your lip. Why did you now feel the need to prove to her that your were actually good person?
âBut not to me, I got it.â, she said, almost reading your exact next thought. She should know that you didnât welcome her here.
âYouâre a whole different story.â, you said plainly.
Your eyes suddenly caught sight of her arms crossed in front of herself. The little hairs stood up, small bumps forming around them. She had goosebumps.
âYouâll need a jacket. The evenings can already get cold.â, you advised her, trying to let no empathy seep through.
At once, you felt glad that you remembered to wear a long-sleeved shirt to training. You absentmindedly pulled the sleeves over your hands.
Your ex just rolled her eyes: âYou act like Iâve never been to England.â
âYouâre freezing. I can see that from here.â
âYeah, this is obviously not Barcelona. But Iâm not new here.â, she replied with clear annoyance.
You refused to let her have the point. âTrue but you never played in London though.â
âNo, I didnât.â
âSee.â
It was petty but you won. You turned to walk away from her like you had done so many times in the past few days but again she wouldnât let you. Her hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back in one swift movement.
âWhere are you going? Weâre not done here.â
You sighed in frustration: âI wonât ignore you in training anymore. Happy?â
âNo.â
âThereâs more?â, you frowned at her.
âOf course, itâs not done with that.â
Eyebrows raised, you waited for an explanation: âSo?â
âWe should talk about us too. And what happened.â, she suggested.
Your heart stopped for a second, your lungs felt deprived of air and you couldnât do anything but stare at her for a second. There was no way you would bring that break up back again. You both knew how it had ended.
âAnother time, okay?â
âY/nâŠâ
You forced yourself to a half-smile: âSee you tomorrow.â
You found yourself in the starting line-up for the next friendly at Stamford Bridge. You would be playing on the right wing, in front of Lucy. And despite all your doubts, the game went well.
More than well, to be honest. It was like you had never been apart. Lucys typical runs forward gave you the opportunity to move towards the centre and position yourself in the penalty areas. One of her crosses was so precise that you only had to tilt your head to put the ball into the net.
âAmazing game, girls. The season is off to a great start.â, Millie cheered as she high-fived you way too hard.
âYeah, thanks for the assist, Luce.â
âYouâre welcome. I still know your movements on the pitch.â, Lucy waved it off while the look on her face was melancholic. There was a hint of fondness in her voice too.
âAnd Iâm sorry for what I said about your playing style.â, you bit your lip guiltily.
âI know.â, the defender sounded almost amused.
âGood.â, you sighed relived.
âDonât worry.â, the older woman added quickly.
âBye Luce.â
âSee you, y/n.â, Lucy watched you go with a sad smile.
âLucy? You two are so weird.â, Millie tapped on the dark-haired defenderâs shoulder.
Irritated she turned around to face her teamâs captain. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhy donât you finally talk about it?â, the blonde asked frustrated.
âI try to, but she always runs away.â, the older player explained annoyed.
âDonât worry, weâll figure it out for you.â, Millie promised.
And the Chelsea captain stayed true to her words.
It was the next day when you found yourself locked in a room with your ex-girlfriend.
âSam, Erin, thatâs not funny, let us out!â, you commanded, hammering your hands against the door. You felt like a mouse stuck in a trap.
âDo you hear anything, Erin?â, you heard the Australian ask the Scottish midfielder. The reply wasnât audible to your ears because Lucy had started to speak.
âTheyâll open the door again once we talked about us.â
âThatâs so childish of them. To talk about us? Thatâs history.â, you grumbled.
âOf course. Itâs obviously not history for you if you keep pouting about it.â, the defender observed
âIâm not pouting, Iâm so over you at this point.â, you corrected her.
âSure. Keep telling yourself that.â, your former lover sounded unconvinced.
âYou really broke my heart back then.â, you confessed quietly, your voice full of the sadness and hurt from days in the past when the breakup was still fresh like a open wound you thought would never heal.
âI didnât do anything.â, she remarked calmly. Â
âYes, you did you left.â, you disagreed fiercely.
âI left because I had to. After you assured me, long distance would work.â, Lucy defended herself.
A grieving smirk appeared on your face, you remembered your old self, what a fool she has been. âI thought it would, but it didnât that happens.â
âYes, it happens. So, stop blaming me for leaving it was a mutual decision.â
âIt wasnât your fault- Cam we leave now?â, you directed the question towards the people who kept you in that room.
âNope, you know what we want to hear.â, Sam declared grinning.
âLucy, what does she want from us?â, you wanted to know.
âIâve no idea., she admitted before continuing, we wonât get back together, Sam. That wonât work.â
âExactly.â, you added quickly.
âThatâs not what we want. Keep talking and youâll see.â, the forward insisted.
âWhat if we begin again? Like we just met for the first time.â, Lucy suggested.
âWait, what?â, you frowned.
âWe can start over.â, she offered in a hopeful tone.
âYou mean as in strangers who get to know each other?â
âMaybe.â , she nodded knowing fully well youâd never be a stranger to her.
âAnd we donât know where this leads to?â, you felt your heart flutter against your chest, the door was open again and you both stepped into the unknowing. The past was the past the future was uncertain, all you could influence was the present.
All's well that ends well. Yet this was only the beginning and the closing of one chapter of your relationship.
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Wendigo | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, Dean's a dick but so is the reader
Word Count: 8817
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You were curled up against the backseat of the Impala writing in your journal and humming along to Deanâs Foreigner cassette tape when Sam jerked awake in the front seat. You jerked up as well, concerned.
Dean shot his brother a worried look. âYou okay?â
Sam blinked and rubbed his eyes. âYeah, I'm fine.â
âBull. Nightmare?â you asked.
The younger brother just cleared his throat in response.Â
âYou wanna drive for a while?â Dean asked.
You and Sam gave him an incredulous look.Â
âDean, your whole life you never once asked me that,â he laughed.
âJust thought you might want to. Never mind.â He rolled his eyes and returned them to the road.Â
âLook, man, youâre worried about me,â Sam sighed. âI get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay.â
His brother just hummed in response.
âIâll take you up on that driving offer, though,â you chimed in.
âNot a chance, sweetheart.â
âI told you to stop calling me that.â
âAnd I told you I wasnât listening.â
âDick.â
Dean just scoffed in response.Â
Samâs unfolding of a map brought the conversation back on track. âAll right, where are we?â
âJust outside of Grand Junction,â you answered. You leaned over his shoulder and pointed at the spot labeled âGrand Junctionâ and drew a trail with your finger over to a spot labeled with the coordinates Dean had found in Johnâs journal.Â
Sam hesitated before speaking again. âYou know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon.â
Dean shook his head. âSam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessicaââ
âWe gotta find Dad first,â Sam finished.
âDad disappearing and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence.â
âWait, showing up again?â you asked. Even after poking around at Stanford, this was the first youâd heard of a previous encounter with the creature.
âI thought Sam wouldâve told you,â Dean said.
âTold me what?â
Sam turned to face you. âYou remember what I said about my mom dying? She died the same way Jess did.â
You nodded in solemn understanding.Â
The car went quiet again; the silence only broken by the older brother. âDad will have answers. He'll know what to do.â
Sam scanned the map again. âIt's weird, man. These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge.â
âWhat about it?â you asked, putting your chin on Samâs shoulder to look at the map.
âThere's nothing there. It's just woods.â He put down the map, looking past your head at Dean. âWhy is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?â
Dean just shrugged in response.Â
The three of you found yourselves in a rangerâs station in Lost Creek National Forest just outside of Blackwater Ridge. You and Sam scanned a three-dimensional map of the forest atop a large table in the center of the room.Â
âSo Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.â The brunet tapped his finger against the ridgeâs label on the map. âIt's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.â
However, his brotherâs attention could not be pulled away from a picture on the wall. âDude, check out the size of this freaking bear.â
You walked over to him, and he was right. The thing was massive. The man standing behind its corpse looked like a dwarf in comparison.Â
âThereâs about a dozen or so grizzlies in the area,â you added.Â
You and the boys were startled by a rangerâs voice coming from behind you. âYou three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?â
âOh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper,â Sam assured him, laughing awkwardly.
Dean grinned and raised a fist. âRecycle, man.â
âI could hit him. Jackass.â
The ranger obviously did not believe him. âBull.â
Your eyes flicked to Dean, who was unmoving.Â
âYou're friends with that Haley girl, right?â the ranger continued.
âYes. Yes, we are, Rangerâ Wilkinson.â Dean faltered only to read the rangerâs name tag.
âWell I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?â
You shook your head.Â
âYou tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.â
âWe will.â Dean paused only for a moment. âWell, that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?â
âThat is putting it mildly.â
You laughed. âIâm sure weâd get along great.â
âActually,â Dean stopped the ranger from leaving the room. âYou know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.â
The ranger eyed Dean curiously, but still got him a copy of the permit.Â
Dean laughed smugly as the three of you left the station, waving the paper around.
âWhat are you, five?â you asked him.
âListen, sweetheart, I consider this a major success.â You quirked a brow at him, mildly annoyed he called you that stupid name again. âThis eliminates a lot of the groundwork we normally have to do.â
âFair point,â you shrugged.Â
Sam broke the somewhat comfortable silence. âAre you cruising for a hookup or something?â
Considering the thought youâd just had, you were taken slightly aback. âWhat do you mean?â
âThe coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?â Sam was more talking pointedly at Dean and not you. You came to a stop on your respective sides of the Impala.
You couldnât quite see Dean over the top of the car. âI don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?â
You could practically feel the look Dean was giving Sam.
âWhat?â the brunet scoffed.
âSince when are you all shoot-first-ask-questions-later, anyway?â
âSince now.â
You furrowed your eyebrows, biting the inside of your lip. âReally?â you muttered, getting down into the car.Â
***
Sam walked a little further up the walkway to the Collins house than you and Dean did.Â
âForty-five minutes in that copy room for this?â you inspected Deanâs small, fake park ranger ID.
âCanât rush art, sweetheart.â
âNow youâre just working it into every sentence because you know it aggravates me.â
"Yup,â Dean chuckled.Â
You smirked lopsidedly and Dean knocked on Haley Collinsâs front door. A quite beautiful, dark-haired girl opened it moments later.Â
âYou must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and (Y/N), we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.â
Haley hesitated. âLemme see some ID.â
Dean held up the ID youâd previously been inspecting to the screen door. The girl looked between the ID and Dean.Â
âCome on in.â
âThanks.âÂ
The door swung open, allowing Haley to catch a glimpse of the Impala. âThat yours?â
âYeah.â
âNice car.â She began leading the three of you into the home.
Dean looked back at Sam, mouthing something excitedly to him that you couldnât quite make out. You rolled your eyes. You decided then and there you would push your attraction to him to the side for the rest of the time you were working with the brothers. To you, he was just an asshole playboy.Â
Samâs voice broke you out of your thoughts. âSo if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?â
You took in the sight of the table set for dinner and a young boy who looked to be about thirteen already picking at his plate of food.Â
Haley entered the room with a bowl and placed it onto the table. âHe checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videosâwe haven't heard anything in over three days now.â
âWell, maybe he can't get cell reception,â you suggested.
âHe's got a satellite phone, too.â
âWell, there goes that theory.â
âCould it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?â Dean threw in.
The teenage boy clanked his fork against his plate, sharply stating, âHe wouldn't do that.â
You eyed the boy, getting a read on him.
âOur parents are gone,â Haley said. âIt's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.â
You nodded in understanding. As much as you were trying to dislike her, it wasnât working all that well.
âCan I see the pictures he sent you?â Sam asked.
Haley pulled out her laptop to show Sam the folder of pictures and videos her brother had sent her. âThat's Tommy.â You could hear the sadness in her voice.
She clicked through to the most recent video.Â
A scruffy, presumably twenty-five year old man appeared onscreen. âHey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.â
Something flickered past outside the young manâs tent. Your brows furrowed.Â
âWell, we'll find your brother. We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing,â Dean assured her.
âThen maybe I'll see you there,â she answered. âLook, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.â
âI think I know how you feel.â
Your eyes flicked over to Dean, growing angry at what you assumed to be an attempt at seducing the girl.
âSheâs mourning the potential loss of her brother, and youâre gonna try and charm her? Asshole.â
The younger Winchester once again broke you out of your thoughts. âHey, do you mind forwarding these to me?â
âSure.â Haley clicked away on her laptop again.
***Â
You and the boys wound up at a bar. The table was covered in newspapers, Johnâs journal, and beer bottles; some full and some half empty.Â
âSo, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.âÂ
You gestured to Johnâs journal, which Sam slid over to you. You began flipping through it.Â
âAny before that?â Dean asked.Â
Sam pulled out a newspaper to show his brother. âYeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.â
You leaned across the table, squinting at the headline. You felt Deanâs eyes flick to your breasts that had subsequently been pushed up in your wife beater as you leaned over.Â
You glared at him. âStay focused, Winchester.â
Dean rolled his eyes, apparently unable to find his way to a witty response. You turned your attention back to the headline that read, â GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS! UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA.â
Sam pulled out his laptop. âBefore that, 1959 and 1936. Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork.â
âYou have WiFi in here?â you questioned.
âDonât need it. Just wanted to look at Haleyâs video.â He pulled it up from a folder on his screen.Â
âOh, shit. I almost forgot. Can I see that?â You hopped off your stool to get between the two brothers. âWatch this.â You clicked through the three frames of the video containing the shadow youâd seen flash across the screen. âThat's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.â
Dean reached across you to hit Samâs shoulder. âTold you something weird was going on.â
Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop. âYeah. I got one more thing.â He put a newspaper article between you and Dean. âIn 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.â
You skimmed the article briefly. âIs there a name?â
The only survivor of the attack in the article Sam showed you and Dean was a child at the time. He now lived a life of what appeared to be solitude. He drove a beat up truck that was parked haphazardly in his driveway and lived several miles out of the city. You took in the poor old manâs messy house as he led your trio into his living room.
âLook, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by aââ
Sam interrupted him. âGrizzly? That's what attacked them?â
Mr. Shaw lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and nodded.Â
âThe other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?â Deanâs tone was slightly pointed. âWhat about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?â
The old man continued to take drags of his cigarette. He seemed almost scared to entertain any other explanation aside from a grizzly bear attack.Â
Dean continued to pressure him. âIf we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.â
Mr. Shaw shook his head. âI seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make.â He sat down in his recliner. âYou wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.â
Sam sat down opposite the old man. âMr. Shaw, what did you see?â
âNothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like... no man or animal I ever heard.â
âIt came at night?â
He nodded.Â
âGot inside your tent?â
âIt got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it.â
You tried to keep your face from conveying your intrigue and tinge of fear.
âDo you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.â You could see Mr. Shaw becoming lost in his mind.Â
âIt killed them?â Sam continued.
âDragged them off into the night.â The old man shook his head as if to shake away the memories. âWhy it left me alive... been asking myself that ever since.â He took a brief pause before reaching to the collar of his wife beater. âDid leave me this, though.â He pulled it down to reveal three long, deep claw mark scars. Through morbid curiosity, you were tempted to run your fingers over the jagged edges of the scarring. You couldnât imagine how painful and angry the marks must have been when the poor man first got them.Â
âThere's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.â
âThank you for your time, Mr. Shaw. Weâre sorry about your parents,â you told him, turning away. âHave a good night, sir.âÂ
Mr. Shaw seemed too caught up in his own head to respond with more than a wave, letting a cloud of smoke slither out of his mouth.Â
*** Later that night, you and the boys had just booked a room in yet another crappy motel.
âOne of these days Iâll treat myself to a stay in a halfway decent hotel.âÂ
Before the three of you would be turning in for the night, you were headed to Deanâs car to pack your bags for the early morning you were about to have.Â
âSpirits and demons don't have to unlock doors.â Dean broke your train of thought. âIf they want inside, they just go through the walls.â
âSo it's probably something else, something corporeal,â Sam said.
âCorporeal? Look at you, smartass,â you laughed.
âShut up. So what do you think?â
âThe claws, the speed that it movesâŠâ Dean trailed off. âCould be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.âÂ
âTrue,â you started. âBut how are you gonna know what to bring to kill it with if we have no idea what it is?â
âJust trust me on this one,â Dean replied. âThereâs not much a gun wonât be able to take care of.â He let the door to the motel almost completely swing shut behind him; nearly hitting you in the face.Â
You caught it just in time. âRight, right. Just like you âtook careâ of Constance by shooting her.â
âHey, it worked, didnât it?â Dean raised a brow at you, just barely turning over his shoulder to give you his response. He started busying himself in the weapons box in the back of his car.
âI mean, just barely. Nearly caught me in the crossfire.â
Dean rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. âAnd what a shame that wouldâve been.â
âHey!â You shoved his shoulder with yours.Â
He glared at you in response.Â
Sam, who had been quiet the last few minutes, spoke up. âWe cannot let that Haley girl go out there.â
His brother was rummaging through the weapons box; haphazardly throwing guns into his duffel bag. âOh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?â
You found a shotgun that was slightly smaller than the rest, giving it a once over before moving to put it in a duffel bag of your own. Before you could fully get it settled in the bag, Dean took it from you.
You went to protest, but Sam cut you off by saying, âYeah,â as if it was obvious.Â
Dean turned his attention away from you and your shotgun long enough for you to steal it back.Â
âHer brother's missing, Sam,â he tried to reason. âShe's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.âÂ
Dean seemed to notice you had taken the gun back and glared at you. He picked up his own duffel, and you closed the weapons cavity.Â
âFinding Dadâs not enough?â Sam countered while you closed the trunk. âNow we gotta babysit too?â
You and Dean gave Sam a look.
âWhat?â he snapped.
You shook your head.Â
âNothing,â Dean replied. He threw the duffel bag at him and walked off.Â
***
You yawned and pulled yourself into a tighter ball on the backseat of Deanâs Impala. You hadnât gotten much sleep last night for a reason you couldnât quite place.
âDonât get too comfortable, sweetheart, weâre here,â Dean told you.
âFuck.â You grabbed yours and Deanâs duffel bags off the seat next to you and got out of the car to feel loose gravel grating against your boots.Â
A man who looked to be in his late fifties was up ahead of you next to a Jeep with Haley and the teenager you recognized as Haleyâs younger brother. You approached the other three from behind Sam and Dean.
âYou guys got room for three more?â the older brother asked.
Haley crossed her arms. âWait, you want to come with us?â
âWho are these guys?â The older man pointed at your group.
âApparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.â
Sam headed past everyone, and you followed.
You assumed the middle-aged man was the guide Haley had talked about hiring the previous day. He was very skeptical of the three of you. âYou're rangers?â
Deanâs confidence never wavered. âThat's right.â
âAnd you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?â Haley was apparently skeptical, too.Â
âWell, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.â
âThatâs what he calls me.â You couldnât quite understand the pang that went through your chest when he used that nickname for her. You pushed the thought aside once again, reminding yourself that you werenât special in Deanâs eyes. To you, he was becoming more of a playboy asshole with each passing moment. You hoped your attraction to his beautiful green eyes and sharp jawline would soon turn to disdain.Â
Speaking of which, he appeared next to you as the guide spoke once more. âWhat, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt.â
You turned around, trying to explain Deanâs attitude away. âHe knows that. He just has a funny way of showing it.â You hoped Dean didnât miss the bite in your tone. And from the way you could feel his glare burning a hole through your skull, you were sure it wasnât lost on him.
The guide shook his head, brushing past you and the brothers. He headed into the forest, and you followed a few paces behind. You would never admit it, but the woods had always unsettled you just a bit. You tightened your grip on your bag and pushed forward.Â
Dean had apparently learned the guideâs name from Haley while you were lost in your own anxiety. âRoy, you said you did a little hunting.â He quickened his step to pass you and get up next to Roy.Â
âYeah, more than a little.â The response came gruff and disinterested.Â
âUh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?â
You could feel where this was going. âDonât fucking provoke him, Winchester.â
âMostly buck, sometimes bear.â The disinterest was ever present in Royâs tone as he continued to scan the treeline in front of him.Â
Dean passed him up, doing that obnoxiously confident backwards walk again. âTell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?âÂ
Suddenly, Roy grabbed Deanâs jacket roughly. You nearly flinched.
âWhatcha doing, Roy?â Deanâs tone had hardened.
Roy grabbed a stick, and peering around Dean you could see the jaws of a bear trap close around it inches from Deanâs boot.Â
âYou should watch where you're stepping. Ranger.âÂ
âDamn.â
Roy dropped the stick and took the lead once more.
Dean turned around to the rest of the group. âIt's a bear trap.â
You scoffed.Â
You could hear Haleyâs quickened step crunching leaves as she passed you to catch up to Dean. âYou didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers.â She grabbed his arm, spinning him to face her. âSo who the hell are you?â
The teenage boy passed his sister and Dean. You and Sam hesitated behind Haley, shooting Dean a quizzical look. Dean jerked his head for the two of you to go on. You followed Sam forward, but hung back close enough that you could hear Dean and Haleyâs conversation.Â
âSam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. (Y/N) isââ you were interested in this explanation, ââa friend of ours.âÂ
âOh, so weâre friends now.â
âHe might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat.â
âWhy didn't you just tell me that from the start?â
âI'm telling you now. 'sides, it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ...ever. So, we okay?âÂ
âWonder how many times heâs used that line.â You caught that same squeeze happening in your chest happening again. You desperately wished to get ahold of yourself and snap out of it. âHeâs just pretty to look at. Heâs a complete douche. Get it together, girl.â
You had missed Haleyâs response to Deanâs âheartfeltâ admission, but heard âAnd what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?â You heard the rustling of a plastic bag behind you, and remembered the bag of peanut M&Ms he had bought at a gas station before coming here. You heard Dean start walking again, and you hurried ahead to catch up with Sam and not look like you were snooping.Â
Dean had apparently noticed you were hanging back and chuckled to himself. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment.Â
He walked up beside you. âJealous?â
âWhat?â you turned to him, feigning disgust. âFuck no.â
âSo⊠you were just snooping becauseâŠ?â
You wanted to smack the smug grin off his face. His amusement at your aggravation riled you up even more. âI was just curious what she thought of us. And to be frank, I donât exactly trust your ability to explain things away. Thatâs all.â
âUh-huh.â You knew he didnât believe you. âThatâs all.âÂ
You petulantly stole the bag of peanut M&Ms from him.
âHey! (Y/N)!âÂ
You marched on.
âThis is it. Blackwater Ridge,â Roy announced after what felt like hours of walking. Your anxiety around getting lost in the forest was only deepening. That was what it all boiled down to. You had a fear of not being in control, and the idea of a place where every âlandmarkâ looked the same, wildlife ruled the terrain, and being alone in it was pretty much a death sentence, scared you pretty severely. Not to mention, the time you almost bled to death in the middle of the woods had another hunter not found you.
You had no means of identifying where youâd come back from. All the trees seemed the same to you. You had no idea how you were going to get back to the car at the end of the day; if you were even going to make it out of here by the end of the day. You had been walking for so long that you were sure youâd be sleeping out here tonight. The thought of that frightened you even more.Â
What truly unsettled you was that the sounds you had been hearing up until you made it to Blackwater Ridgeâ crickets, leaves rustling, birds chirpingâ all of it had been silenced.Â
âI'm gonna go take a look around,â Roy announced.
The younger Winchester stopped him. âYou shouldn't go off by yourself.â
Royâs snark almost rivaled Deanâs. âThat's sweet. Don't worry about me.â He waved his gun around and pushed between the two brothers to head deeper into the forest.Â
Dean turned to the rest of your group. âAlright, everybody stays together. Let's go.â
âGreat. More fucking woods.â You marched forward, trying to put on a brave face.
Samâs eyes softened when he caught sight of you. âYou okay?â
Apparently, your âbrave faceâ wasnât as brave as you thought. âYeah, why?â
âYou look⊠kinda nervous.â
âYeah, I am. Iâm, uh, kinda scared of the forest, honestly.â
âAw, sweetheart,â Deanâs mocking tone interrupted your vulnerable moment. âYouâre scared of a little woods?â He jutted out his bottom lip, feigning a pout.Â
âFuck off, Winchester. Iâm fine.â
âWhoa, touchy. Relax.â Dean held his hands up in surrender. âWas just poking fun, thatâs all.â
âOkay, well, it wasnât funny. So, fuck off.â You rushed ahead, still white-knuckling the duffel bag on your shoulder.Â
Before Dean could catch up to you or respond, Roy called out from quite a bit ahead. âHaley! Over here!â
Haley took off in the direction of Royâs voice, closely followed by you. Haley froze at the sight in front of her. âOh, my God.â
In the clearing Roy had found, bloodied, torn open tents surrounded mutilated camping supplies and backpacks. Deep gashes in the tent material and the surrounding trees were jagged and stained with blood around the edges. The sight wasnât making your queasiness any better.
âLooks like a grizzly.â
âNo, it doesnât, Roy,â you thought.Â
Haleyâs backpack hit the ground next to you, and she tore through the campsite; screaming her brotherâs name.Â
Sam moved to quiet her down. She kept screaming. A much harsher âShh!â passed Samâs lips, finally getting the girl to settle down.Â
âWhy?â she questioned defensively.Â
âSomething might still be out there,â he answered.Â
Dean called his brotherâs name from the other end of the campsite. You followed Sam over to the sound of Deanâs voice.
You crouched down next to Sam. Dean snapped a stick and pointed to a set of drag marks on the ground. âThe bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here, the tracks just vanish. That's weird. I'll tell you what, that's no skinwalker or black dog.â
The three of you stood and returned to the campsite to find Haley crying on the ground over her brotherâs broken and bloodied phone.Â
âHey, he could still be alive,â Dean told her. She shot him a confused and slightly angry look.Â
Out of nowhere, a scratchy male voice started gutturally calling, âHelp! Help!â
Roy was quick to run to the shouterâs aid. However, you werenât so sure it was a real person screaming like that.Â
âHelp! Somebody!â came again.
The brothers started off to follow Roy.Â
âWait, guys!â you called, not wanting to be left alone despite your hesitation.Â
âCâmon, (Y/N)!â Sam called.
You dropped your duffel in your rush to follow Samâs voice. When you found where the group had gathered, you could see the brothers searching the treeline. You licked your teeth, upset that your intuition was right. Your group had found no one.
âIt seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?â Haley said, confused.
âEverybody get back to camp,â you ordered.
You followed the path you were pretty sure would get you back to the mangled campsite. Thankfully, your sense of direction was right, but all of your supplies had been taken by the time you returned.Â
âOur packs!â Haley exclaimed.
Roy grumbled, âSo much for my GPS and my satellite phone.â
âWhat the hell is going on?â Haley was catching on.Â
âItâs smart. Itâs trying to isolate us so we canât call for help. It knows we wonât last long without supplies,â you stated.Â
âYou mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear.â The guideâs voice was hard and angry.
âI need to speak with you two. In private.â You pulled the brothers aside by their jackets. Dean shrugged your hand off him.Â
âCan I see your dadâs journal?â you asked. Yours had been taken along with your duffel bag.Â
âNo, why?â Dean asked petulantly.Â
âPlease, dude, câmon.â You were not in the mood.
âGive it to her, Dean,â Sam chimed in.
Dean rolled his eyes and handed it over.Â
You flipped through until you found a page marked by a First Nations-style drawing of a tall figure with long claws labeled âWendigo.â You looked up at the boys expectantly.
âOh, come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west,â Dean responded.
âThink about it, Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice,â you tried to reason.Â
âGreat.â He took his pistol out of his belt. âWell, then this is useless.â
âI told you guns donât work on everything,â you quipped.
âShut up.â
Sam took the journal from you and handed it back to his brother. âWe gotta get these people to safety.â He led you and Dean back to the group. âAll right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.â
Haley seemed pissed. âWhat?â
âKid, don't worry.â Royâs tone was almost patronizing. âWhatever's out there, I think I can handle it.â
âIt's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now,â Sam countered.Â
âOne, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.â Roy was now getting in Samâs face.
âCâmon, Roy, chill out,â you told him, pressing a hand to Samâs chest to keep him from stepping to Roy.
Sam let you keep your hand there, but still bit back at Roy. âWe never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.â
âYou protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.â The guide was so close you could smell the chewing tobacco on his breath.
Sam still refused to back down. âYeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.â
Roy laughed mockingly. âYou know you're crazy, right?â
âYeah? You ever hunt a wenââÂ
Dean pushed you out the way and shoved his brother back. âRelax!â
Haley got between you, the boys, and Roy. âStop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.â
You considered for a moment the implications of what may happen if you allowed them to stay.Â
Dean broke the silence. âIt's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.â
âHow?â Haley asked.Â
âIâm not gonna sugarcoat this,â you began. âWe donât really have the time for the âmonsters under the bed are realâ talk. This thing is a Wendigo. Iâm gonna start carving some symbols into the ground. No one crosses the circle once Iâve drawn it. Got it?â
Haley nodded at you. âWhat can I do?â
âBuild a fire withâ sorry, I never caught his name,â you gestured to the teenager next to her.Â
âBen,â Haley told you.Â
âBen. You two start gathering enough wood and tinder to keep a fire going. Donât go too far, though, please.â
She and Ben nodded at you before setting off.
âThank you,â you called after the Collins siblings. âSam, Dean, help me with the Anasazi symbols.â
âYes, maâam,â Dean said. You were surprised at his compliance.
After a while of scuttling across the forest floor drawing a circle of Anasazi symbols around the campsite, the sun had set. Haley and Ben had long since returned and were tending the fire. As you finished the last symbol, you brushed the dirt off your hands on your jeans.Â
Haley looked up at you from her place by the fire. âOne more time, that'sââ
âAnasazi symbols. It's for protection,â Dean explained. âThe wendigo can't cross over them.â
Roy laughed, feeling the need to assert the fact he thought this was bullshit.Â
âNobody likes a skeptic, Roy,â Dean told him, clearly fatigued of the manâs attitude.
Roy turned his attention back to the treeline with his gun over his shoulder. You followed Dean over to where Sam sat away from the group at the edge of the campsite.Â
âYou wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?â Dean asked his brother.
âDeanââ the younger one began to protest. You sat down next to him.
âNo, you're not fine.â Of course, he already knew what Sam was going to say. âYou're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?â
You laughed. âYeah, Iâve got enough of that attitude with just him, Sam.â
Dean nudged the tip of your boot with his harshly. You returned his glare petulantly.Â
âDad's not here. I mean, that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?â Samâs mind was clearly going a mile a minute.
âYeah, you're probably right. Tell you the truth, I don't think Dad's ever been to Lost Creek.â
You decided to just sit back and listen for a moment before throwing your two cents in.Â
âThen let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road. Go find Dad. I mean, why are we still even here?â Sam threw his hands up in frustration.Â
âThis is why.â Dean held out his dadâs journal to his brother. âThis book. This is Dad's single most valuable possessionâeverything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.â
Sam shook his head. âThat makes no sense. Why doesn't he justâcall us? Why doesn't heâtell us what he wants, tell us where he is?â
âI dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's giving us a job to do, and I intend to do it.â
Samâs eyes began to well with tears. âDean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.â
âOkay, all right, Sam, we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me.â Sam looked up at Dean. âYou've gotta prepare yourself. I mean, this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul. It's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man.â
Sam looked away again, still fighting the tears congealing in his water line. âHow do you two do it? How does Dad do it?â
You let Dean take that question. âWell for one, them.â He gestured to Haley and Ben. âI mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit more bearable.â
You paused, looking down at the dirt and twigs below you before speaking. âItâs kind of the same for me. I donât have a family anymore.â You felt Deanâs gaze on you, but kept the burning in your cheeks at bay. âThis is really all Iâve ever known. I know I couldnât go back to a normal life after all this. So, I do what I can to help everyone elseâs lives feel a little more normal. Not everybody needs to know whatâs really out there. It kinda brings me peace knowing Iâm helping somebody else live their life relatively worry-free.â
Dean continued. âI'll tell you what else helps.â
You looked back up at him.Â
âKilling as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.âÂ
You smiled at Dean genuinely for the first time.Â
A twig snapped, breaking you and the boys out of the little bonding moment youâd just had. The same, slightly unhuman grainy voice screamed out again from somewhere in the trees. âHelp me! Please!â
Dean stands with his gun. You thought about pointing out the fact that it was useless, but decided to keep it to yourself.Â
âHelp!â the strained sound came again.
Sam shined his flashlight through the tree line.
âHe's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put,â Dean told the group.
âInside the magic circle?â Roy quipped.
âShut up, would you?â You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
âHelp! Help me!â The voice seemed to become more distant before a low growl emanated from just outside the circle.
Roy pointed his gun at the sound. âOkay, that's no grizzly.â
âOh, now you believe us,â you quipped.Â
â(Y/N),â Dean warned, still facing the outside of the circle.Â
Something rushed past where Haley and Ben were standing. She let out a scream.Â
âIt's here,â the younger Winchester stated.
The guide shot at the rustling bushes, and then again. âI hit it!â He took off before you could protest.
âRoy, no!â you immediately ran after him.
You could hear Dean behind you addressing the Collinses, but barely registered it while trying to follow Roy.Â
âRoy! Come back!â you called.Â
âIt's over here! It's in the tree!â the man called back.
Just as you reached him, something grabbed onto Royâs shoulders and began pulling him up into the tree above.
âRoy!â you grabbed his ankles, doing your best to pull him back down to the ground.Â
Roy was screaming above you, and the Wendigoâs strength was too much for you. Royâs screaming was cut off sharply by a snapping sound. In that moment, you knew he was gone. You let Royâs legs go and dropped back down to the ground.Â
The Winchester brothers appeared at that second, rushing to your side.
âYou okay?â Sam asked, helping you up. âWhereâs Roy?â
You shook your head. âHeâs gone.â
You and the boys headed back to camp to find Haley and Ben huddled together. Haley was caught off-guard by your return, and nearly took you out with her makeshift torch-weapon. âShit!â she yelped. âYou scared the crap out of me!â
âSorry,â you laughed. âEasy, tiger.â
She threw her torch back into the fire. âWhereâs Roy?â
Your smile faded. âI tried to help him. Iâm sorry.â
She nodded somberly. A saddened, heavy air fell over your camp as the remaining five of you tried to go to sleep before your undoubtedly busy day tomorrow.
Haley and Ben settled down near the fire with tatters of backpacks and tent material as pillows and blankets respectively. You and Dean forced Sam to lay down and rest because it was evident via the bags under his eyes that heâd had none over the last several days.Â
âIâll take first watch,â you told Dean, settling your back against the stump of a tree near where Sam had started falling asleep.
âNot a chance, sweetheart.â
âFirst of all, stop calling me that,â you snapped. âSecond, it wasnât a suggestion. Iâm taking first watch. Go to sleep.â
âWhy are you so insistent on this?â Dean furrowed his eyebrows at you.
âWhy donât you trust me?â you countered.
âI donât know, maybe because youâre the last person to have seen my dad before he âmysteriously disappearedâ?â
âYouâre not seriously suggestingââ you scoffed, and Dean cut you off again.
âMaybe because I donât even know you. Maybe because you so readily agreed to just hitch a ride with Sam and I the day Jessica died. Maybe those are some good reasons not to trust you.â
âDean, I had nothing to do with your dadâs disappearance. And in case you havenât noticed, Iâm on my own. Sorry that I was just excited to finally have someone willing to take me along with them. And I donât give a shit about you, honestly. I do give a shit about Sam, though, and Iâm not gonna leave while heâs in this headspace. And I wanna help you find your dad.â
âWhy do you care so much?â he hissed in retaliation.
âBecause I donât have any family. I want to help reunite yours. Like you said earlier, it helps you feel a little better and sleep a little easier at night.â Your voice had softened considerably, and you turned your attention from Dean to your hands folded in your lap.Â
âFine, but after we find my dad, youâre gone,â he responded after a moment.
âFine.â You turned away from him, hugging your knees to your chest. âIâm still taking first watch.âÂ
âWhatever, (Y/N).â You could hear Dean moving around behind you.Â
âGoodnight,â you said.Â
All you got was a huff in response.Â
At some point that night, Sam was actually the one to take over your watch. Heâd woken up from a nightmare, and you knew he wouldnât be getting back to sleep any time soon. You did your best to get some sleep despite your heightened sense of awareness from your unsettling surroundings and the anger you still felt at Dean after your argument.Â
When you did awaken, Sam was sitting against the tree next to you, Dean was talking to Haley about the origin of Wendigos, and Haley was grilling Dean about how he knows about monsters.
âKind of runs in the family,â was all Dean answered her question with.Â
You felt Sam push off the tree behind you. You still hadnât rolled over from your sleeping position.Â
âSo we've got half a chance in the daylight,â Sam announced to the group. âAnd I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.â
âWell, hell, you know I'm in,â you heard Dean respond.Â
â'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours',â Sam explained.Â
You began stretching while Dean continued educating Haley and Ben. âThey're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.â
âHow's a man turn into one of those things?â Haley asked.
âWell, it's always the same,â the older Winchester continued while you started to make your way over to them, brushing leaves out of your hair with your fingers. âDuring some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp.â
âLike the Donner Party.â That was the first youâd ever heard Ben speak.
âCultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality,â Sam continued.Â
âIf you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry,â Dean finished.
âSo if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?â Haley waited for the answer with baited breath.
âYou're not gonna like it.â
âTell me.â Haley steeled herself.
âMore than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. Itââ Dean seemed to be searching for the right words, ââuh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there.â
âAnd then how do we stop it?â
You spoke up for the first time, holding an empty beer bottle, a white cloth, and a can of lighter fluid youâd found from near the camp. âGuns are useless, so, Molotov cocktail, baby.â
You could swear Dean cracked a smile at you, but you refused to acknowledge it.Â
The sun had risen much higher since your crew had first started walking. You had passed multiple trees with bloodied claw marks on them. It was starting to unsettle you, quite honestly. Youâd just passed the seventh or eighth claw-marked tree when you decided to bring Samâs attention to your thought process.
âYou know, I was thinking, those claw marks are so clear and distinct. Not at all as jagged as they were on Mr. Shawâs scar or the tree where the thing snatched Roy. They were almost too easy to follow.â
Almost as if on cue, a low growl rumbled from above and trees rustled. Haley looked up before jerking herself out of the way. And good thing she had, because Royâs corpse soon landed where sheâd stood.Â
Dean inspected Royâs corpse while Sam helped Haley up. âHis neck's broke.â
The growling continued.Â
Upon hearing the sound, Dean started to bark out, âOkay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!â
You immediately split. You were always quite a fast runner and light on your feet. You and Haley took the lead of the group and could hear the boysâ thundering footsteps behind you.Â
Before you knew it, the growling had landed right in front of you. You and Haley were brought to a skidding halt before the creature. Haley yelped as the creature grabbed your legs and began dragging the two of you. You took the bag of peanut M&Ms youâd stolen from Dean out of your jacketâs inner pocket. You let the bagâs contents out slowly as sticks and rocks scraped up your dragging body. The last thing you felt was a sharp pain on the back of your head before you vision blacked out completely.
The next time you came to, the first thing you felt were your aching wrists and hands on either side of your face. You could faintly hear Dean calling your name, and your vision began to get less hazy as Deanâs voice became more clear.Â
When Deanâs annoyingly beautiful, worried face finally came into focus, you said the first thing that came to mind. âArenât you a little short for a stormtrooper.â
You could hear Sam laughing behind Dean and Dean sighed. If you didnât know any better, you would say he sounded relieved.Â
Sam reached above you to cut your wrists down. âYou okay?â
Despite your aching joints, you said, âYeah.â
Sam helped you over to one of the caveâs walls. âYou sure you're alright?â
âYeah. Yep,â you groaned. âWhere is he?â
âHe's gone for now.âÂ
âOh, thank god,â you breathed, making Sam laugh a little. âOh, sweet.â You noticed the stolen duffel bags next to you and started rummaging through yours. Haley let out a shriek, causing you to jerk your head in her direction. Sheâd found her brother, and thankfully, he was alive.Â
âCut him down!â Haley ordered. Sam got to work.Â
You found a flare gun in Deanâs duffel bag, saying, âCheck it out.â to the rest of your group.
âFlare guns. Those'll work,â Sam responded, grinning.
You laughed, throwing one of the guns at Dean who caught it easily. He twirled it around his finger, smirking at you.
âEnough fooling around, letâs go,â Haley urged. She shouldered her brother, and with Benâs help, started moving down the mine shaft.
You and Sam held up the rear of the group while Dean took the lead. Amidst the clunky shuffling of Tommyâs weakened body down the shaft, you could hear the same deep, low growling youâd heard in the forest.Â
âLooks like someone's home for supper,â quipped Dean, scanning the corridor ahead of him.
âWe'll never outrun it,â Haley said.
Dean looked back at you and Sam. âYou thinking what I'm thinking?â
âYeah, I think so,â Sam responded.
âI donât,â you chimed in.
âYouâll catch on,â Dean shot back. âAll right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and (Y/N). Theyâre gonna get you out of here.â
âWhat are you gonna do?â Haley asked the older Winchester.Â
He winked at her, shooting her that same smile heâd shot you one of the first times youâd met him. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. He started yelling moments later, walking away from you. âChow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.â
âI bet he does.â You surprised yourself. âWhat? What the fuck? Heâs an asshole.â
Samâs voice brought you out of your head. âAll right, come on! Hurry!â
Your group rushed down the tunnel. You stayed in the rear, and Sam headed up to the front. He began leading your group down to where you could faintly see a bit of daylight peeking through.Â
And then, the growling again.Â
âFuck,â you muttered. âGet him outta here!â you instructed the Collinses.Â
â(Y/N), no,â Haley told you.
âGo!â you urged her.Â
She finally nodded and started pulling her brothers down the tunnel with her. You aimed your flare gun at the direction where the growling was coming from.Â
âCâmon, motherfucker,â you grumbled, scanning the tunnel.Â
â(Y/N)!â Sam called from behind you.Â
You wheeled around to come face to face with the Wendigo. In your startle, you missed your shot with the flare gun. Your only other option was to take off after the three Collins siblings, closely followed by Sam.
âCome on, hurry, hurry, hurry,â Sam ordered the group. âGet behind me.â Given Samâs size, he was able to hide all three Collinses behind him. You knew your pistol was no use, but you still aimed it at the creature anyway.Â
The Wendigo approached, taking its time in getting to you.Â
âHey!â you suddenly heard Dean from behind the Wendigo. It wheeled around, only for Dean to shoot it in the stomach.Â
Flames curled up the Wendigoâs horribly disfigured body in twisted tendrils. The creature let out a howl before collapsing to the ground in a pile of burning embers.Â
Dean was revealed behind where the Wendigo previously stood. âNot bad, huh?â
Despite yourself, you grinned.Â
A quite chipper, clearly freshman EMT had patched you up upon your return to civilization. You had an uncomfortable laceration on your neck, a few scrapes above your eyebrow, and your wrists burned from where you had been tied up. Youâd survive, it would just take you a few days to recover from.Â
You watched from a short distance as Haley approached Dean, both of whom had been patched up. You scowled as Dean smirked lasciviously at Haley and couldnât help the bile rising in your throat when Haley leaned in to kiss Deanâs cheek. She said one final thing to Dean before walking toward the ambulance carrying Tommy with Ben.Â
âThanks, (Y/N)!â she called to you.
You waved at her with a lopsided smile. She returned your grin before hopping into the back of the ambulance.Â
Sam motioned for you to come back over to Deanâs car.Â
âMan, I hate camping,â said Dean as you approached.
âMe too,â you shivered.
âStill scared of the woods?â he asked you, his tone slightly patronizing.
You ignored his tone and answered earnestly. âDefinitely. Probably more so, now.â You crossed your arms over your body and hugged yourself.Â
A moment of silence passed before Dean addressed his brother. âSam, you know we're gonna find Dad, right?â
âYeah, I know,â he nodded. âBut in the meantime? I'm driving.â
Dean lolled his head to the side dramatically before tossing the keys to Sam. Recalling your fight with Dean at the campsite, you hesitated to get in the car when the brothers did.Â
â(Y/N), what are you doing?â Sam asked out of the driverâs side window. âLetâs go.âÂ
You nodded, conceding, and hopped into the backseat. You threw your legs up on the leather beside you and stared out the window. Out of the corner of your eye, you could swear Dean was staring at you.Â
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Hello love! I've just found your Buck fics and I love them!! Please can you write one where Buck comes home from the war but he has nightmares from being in the POW camp and he always manages to wake himself up before he wakes the reader up but one night you wake up first and then the reader wakes him up and tries to calm him down and reassure him that he's safe. Just Buck clinging onto his girl to remind himself that he's home? Thank you!
hi love! đș thank you for this request! I love writing Buck fics no matter what but tbh I was growing a bit tired of the stories happening on the base etc. and I'm in love with some domestic Buck back at home! the next story I am going to write is about dad!Buck and I can't wait to write that one, too đ» btw I mentioned Meatball here as usual because I love this dog and I miss him and I know Buck is technically not his owner but I love to imagine him adopting Meatball after the war lol
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You were lucky â not only was your husband back home, but he was back home normal. Except for a few scars on his face and a few on his body, Buck seemed to be completely alright. It was almost alarming how normal he was.
He was the same man he had been before the war. Not that you had known him for long before â you had gotten married pretty fast, knowing that he could not come back from Europe. But to you he seemed to be the same man. He was soft for you, always trying to give you a smile, calm and stoic most of the time but also could make a good joke or tease a little. He seemed to act the same and you always wondered about it. You knew that he had to live through unimaginable horrors up in the air and when he was in the German camp. But he would never talk about it and you didnât want to push him to talk.
You were a member of the local society for military wives and widows. You had meetings twice a week in the evening in a room given to you for that purpose by the local church. This community had helped you a lot mentally when Buck was in Europe, especially when he was in Germany. There were women with stories like yours⊠but worse. Some husbands were lucky enough to come back like your Buck â nearly scratched on the surface. But all those wives would eventually come back with some depressive story. One husband started to drink, the other started to be abusive, a few were constantly shell-shocked. Or traumatised as it was called now.
But not your Buck.
Sometimes you felt stupid for even speaking during those meetings. You felt as if you had no right to be there. Everything was fine with your Buck. He had never been a drinker and he was not now either. Even the war couldnât change that. He didnât start to gamble or sleep around either. There were many stories of infidelity. But once again, not from your Buck.
You even asked him about it one day. You just couldnât believe â after listening to all these womenâs stories â that he had been such a good and loyal husband to you. But he only looked at you as if you were crazy.
No, your Buck was not a cheater either.
âRecently I feel like these other women there donât like me,â you told your friend when you were walking back home after one of the meetings in the evening. It was dark already but you lived in a safe neighbourhood and on the same street. You had become friends because both of you had husbands in Europe. But hers hadnât come back.
âIâm not going to lie, (Y/N),â she sighed as you stood in front of her house. All the lights inside were off. Poor thing lived all alone now. âItâs difficult not to envy you.â
âItâs not like Buck had it easy!â You got defensive. âHe went through hell!â
âI know,â she smiled sadly. âBut he doesnât show it.â
âIâm lucky, I know,â you took a deep breath in.
âYes, you are. But I feel like all of them are lucky. Even the ones with drinking and cheating husbands. I wish mine was like that, too⊠At least heâd be back with me,â her eyes filled with tears.
âOh, darlingâŠâ You leaned in to give her a hug and kissed her cheeks. âGo, make yourself a tea, watch something on TV and go to sleep. I have to go now, itâs late. Iâll visit you tomorrow for coffee,â you promised her and she nodded her head.
You waved at each other goodbye and you crossed the street to go back home, too.
Surprisingly, Buck wasnât waiting for you on the porch. He would usually do that because he wanted to make sure youâd come back home safely from the meetings.
Not only was he not on the porch but also all the lights inside your house were off, too. And when you wanted to enter the house, you noticed the doors were locked. You sighed and reached for the key inside your purse.
When you entered the house, you were greeted with silence. You locked the door behind you and took a walk around all the rooms on the ground floor. Meatball was sleeping on the carpet in the living room and you scratched him behind his ear before going upstairs.
Buck was in bed already, asleep. You smiled to yourself as you approached him to fix his duvet and put a kiss on his forehead. He had been struggling with a headache for the whole afternoon so you just wanted to leave him in peace, glad that he was finally resting. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, just like a little boy.
Quietly, you went to the bathroom to prepare yourself to go to bed, too. It was still quite early but you didnât want to wake him up with the sound of TV or a radio.
When you were in your nightgown already, you turned the light in the bathroom off and you joined Buck in bed. You werenât very sleepy so you just laid on your side and watched his side profile. You smiled to yourself and caressed one of the scars on his cheek gently.
After a while, when you were starting to drift off to sleep, you got startled by Buckâs sudden movement. He tossed around as his face winced a little. You furrowed your brows and rested on your elbow. He moved once again and trembled as incoherent words were leaving his half-parted lips.
You realised he was having a nightmare and it was painful to watch. He no longer reminded you of a peaceful boy. He was scared. You had never seen your husband scared.
âBuck, baby,â you whispered softly as you grabbed his arm, trying to shake him out of his dream. âBuck, come back to me, heyâŠâ
His eyes opened as he sat up rapidly, taking deep breaths and wiping the fresh sweat off of his face.
âBuckâŠâ You asked quietly and he turned around like he was surprised to see you there.
â(Y/N)... Youâre back already?â He furrowed his brows as his lower lip trembled.
âYes. Whatâs going on?â You asked him and tried to move closer but he flinched. You remained still, feeling a little hurt at his rejection. âBuck, whatâs going on? You had a nightmare?â
âYes, itâs fine,â he lied.
âIt happens sometimes. Why donât you want me to touch you?â You asked, carefully.
âI didnât want you to see me like this,â he confessed and hid his face in the palm of his hands.
âWhat?â You shook your head awkwardly. âYou couldnât know, come on, Gale, we all get bad dreams sometimesâŠâ You caressed his back. His white shirt was wet from the sweat. You sighed and moved closer. He didnât flinch this time and you tugged on the fabric of his shirt. âCome on, baby, let me help you change. You need a new pair of pyjamas.â
âItâs not sometimes,â he mumbled and you stopped pulling his shirt.
âHm?â You asked and gently moved his hands away from his face. Your heart sank in your chest at the sight of the tears in the corners of your husbandâs eyes. You had seen him cry only on special occasions like your wedding day or when he was back home. He hadnât even cried when he was leaving because he didnât want to make it even sadder and more difficult for you.
âI saidâŠâ Buckâs voice trembled, âthat itâs not sometimes. I have them all the time, those dreams,â he explained.
You went silent for a while and then you left the bed to turn the small light on and sit back on the edge of the bed, holding his hands.
âWhy havenât you told me?â You asked, worryingly.
âI didnât want you to worry andâŠâ Buck took a deep breath in as he looked down. â...I didnât want to spoil your life. I wanted to be the same as I was before. I didnât want to come back only to ruin everything, to be weaker. It would be a disappointment for you.â
âBuck, stop,â you cupped his face and made him look at you again. His cheeks were damp already and it was breaking your heart. âI canât listen to this, stop,â you shook your head and leaned in to press your forehead to his. âBaby, you canât hide such things from me. Youâre in pain and Iâm your wife. Iâm here to help you with the burden.â
âI donât want to be a burden.â
âYou are not one, you will never be. But you are carrying it and I want to help you. Oh, Buck, babyâŠâ You hugged him and caressed the back of his head.
After a while of hesitation, he clinged to you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You started to shush him and caress his back as you rocked him softly in your arms.
âNow, get out of that wet shirt,â you moved away slightly and helped him to take off his pyjamas.
You took them to the bathroom to put them in the laundry bin and you got him a fresh pair out of the closet.
âDo you want something to drink?â You asked and he shook his head as he was putting on his new pair of pyjamas. You waited for him to finish and you turned the light off before joining him in bed again.
âGale, baby, come here,â you opened your arms and he laid his head down on your chest. You hugged him tight and placed a kiss upon his forehead. âWhat are your nightmares about?â You dared to ask.
âIâm back in Germany and theyâre shooting us like dogs and I just⊠I just want to go back home to you,â he whispered as his voice broke. You felt tears forming in your eyes. âItâs so cold and Iâm hungry and I realise that I wonât see you again. And itâs killing me to know that⊠That youâre here and you wonât ever see me again, too. And how heartbroken you will be when they tell you Iâm dead. Even facing death Iâm more scared and worried about you,â he continued. After opening up finally, he wanted to let it all out and you were listening to it while caressing his back gently. âI remember that song playing while we were dancing at our wedding. I remember you in that white dress, I remember your smile. And I think thatâs when they kill me.â
âGaleâŠâ you couldnât stand to listen to it anymore. You didnât want to shut him up but it was painful for you, too. âYouâre home with me, love. Youâre home with me, everything is alright now. Youâre safe,â you assured him and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. âI wonât let anyone⊠anything, harm you,â you added.
Usually it was him telling you such things.
âNext time you have a nightmare, wake me up, please, baby,â you pleaded and he nodded but you knew he wouldnât do that. He was too proud for that. You sighed and squeezed him tighter in your arms. âI love you, Gale.â
But he didnât answer. He was already back asleep, tugging on your nightgown like a little boy. However, you were glad to see him so peaceful again.
It turned out that no man came back the same.
Not even your Buck.
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Doc wakes up slowly. He's had a lovely night of sleep, cozy in bed, dreaming of fantastical misuses of withers. Hotguy gave him an autograph and personally thanked him for finally blowing up Scarland's sound system and getting one over on anyone who might make a button. For some reason, Scar's alien from season six was also there, and then it exploded. That was pretty great too. And everyone had clapped for him, and told him he was the best, most important creeper in the world, and that all of his enemies were just haters, and that they would absolutely listen to all of his opinions, which were perfect, always. And they covered the Hermitcraft server in fresh, ripened tomatoes, and everyone helped him garden them.
It really was a lovely dream. He didn't particularly want to wake up, except perhaps to tell everyone about all of the aforementioned perfect opinions. But alas, even after a perfect, lovely, cozy night of sleep, mad doctors must wake up--
--and scream, as a menacing figure holding a knife looms over his bed. He throws a punch at whoever the person is before thinking and hisses, overestimating his strength and knocking them over. He scrambles for his light.
"Owww," says someone from the floor. Wait.
Doc peers over the edge of his bed. "Grian? What on earth are you doing, man?"
"Almost falling on my knife. You know, this is harder than I thought it would be," Grian says. He is holding his knife in one hand and cradling his now very crooked, bleeding nose with the other. Doc would feel bad, but... ehhh, it's Grian. Who had been standing over his bed with a knife. He probably deserved it for... something or other, Doc'll figure it out.
"You need help?" Doc asks.
"Right. No. Let's get back to this," Grian says, standing up and brandishing the knife again. The effect is much less frightening now that the lights are on, there's blood dripping down the front of Grian's sweater, and it's clear Grian is a bit uncertain of how to look intimidating. "I need you to know Mumbo only has one best friend."
Doc blinks.
"...okay, man?" Doc says.
"What?" Grian says.
"Yeah, like, I don't know what you're talking about. Mumbo and I sometimes talk about redstone, but--"
"You talk about redstone? How dare you! Mumbo is mine, you hear? Mine!"
Doc blinks again, slower. He considers pinching himself. This would be an odd addition to an otherwise lovely, perfect dream, but dreams can become weird nightmares pretty quickly, you know? That would explain why Grian's doing whatever this is.
"I mean, I don't know, he normally comes to me about it?" Doc says.
"Cheater..." Grian says.
"What?" Doc says.
"I can't believe you two! Guh! That was my offended noise!" Grian says.
"Look, uh, I don't really understand what you're doing here man--"
"I'm warning you off of Mumbo! I heard around the block you're his best friend now, so I'm going to kill you now unless you stop that."
Doc squints. "With the knife?" he asks.
"Yes, with the knife!"
"And why am I his best friend?" Doc asks.
"You got the crown! Mumbo said whoever got the purple crown would be his best friend! That's not allowed, only I'm allowed to be his best friend! So I'm, I'm being all threatening! And stuff! Please tell me I'm being threatening," Grian says. "It's been a while since I had to do something like this, I'm modeling off of a different guy I knew, but you know, it's very important to me that you're warned off properly! So there!"
Doc looks at Grian for a while.
"Yeah, uh, man, sure. I'm... really threatened," he says.
"Really?" Grian says.
"Yeah. Really. Very threatened. Hey, uh, my elevator buttons are Grian-proof, supposedly, but I don't know if--"
"Are you--are you trying to distract me by offering me buttons? I'll have you know that doesn't work anymore! Not when it comes to Mumbo!" Grian says. "Although. Hypothetically. If you were telling me there were buttons I could press that you think wouldn't have consequences no matter what I did. That sounds like a challenge."
"Yeah, man, I mean, uh. No. Don't press my buttons--"
"Gotta go bye," Grian says, very quickly, and he shoots out of Doc's bedroom. Doc stares after him through the door.
"I'm going back to fucking bed," Doc says, because frankly, this has convinced him he doesn't need to be awake. And also a security system. A security system that can roast pesky birds. He's sure he can come up with something. Mm. Roast bird. He falls back asleep, vaguely convinced he'd dreamed up the whole incident.
(In the morning, he finds a very grumpy Grian stuck in his elevator. Well. He supposes having to fix it is worth the expression on Grian's face there.)
#hermitcraft#docm77#grian#a bee fic#okay look just saying grian is NOT gonna be normal about this one folks
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The Pact (Will Graham)
Description: Y/N and Will made a pact when they were 6 years old but Y/N doesnât remember it.
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By definition: A pact is a formal agreement between individuals or parties.Â
Will Graham was an odd man to say the least. He lived alone and collected dogs, he had visions, he sleep walked and he was capable of murder. Capable of murder? Who am I kidding? The man has murdered someone but that's besides the point. Will Graham was an interesting human being. He wasnât stable or okay in the head. He needed actual help but he wouldnât ever admit that. Even when his best friend was screaming in his ear about it.Â
âWill that isnât okay! You need to get help before you hurt yourself.â Or somebody. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. He didnât need help nor did he have the time. There was a murderer on the loose. That was more important. âI donât have time Y/N. And besides, it's not that big of a deal.â He said, she scoffed at him and it was her turn to roll her eyes. âWill, I found you on the road. What if you got hit by a car?â âI didnât. Thanks to you.â He appreciated the hell out of her. She was there for him through everything and he couldnât thank her enough. But she was overprotective of him or so he felt.
She was just being a good friend. He couldnât tell her this but each time she saved his life, whether it be a small occurrence he fell more in love with her. She wasnât aware that he was in love with her nor did she remember the pact they made when they were 6 on the playground. The pact that Will holds onto as the days go on. The pact that he made sure he never forgot. What was the pact? That if they werenât married by their mid to late thirties theyâd marry each other. She didnât remember the pact, which frustrated him but she still made it and it was on paper. He kept the paper all these years waiting for the right moment to bring it to life. The man was crazy, well crazy for her. But she didnât see it.
She just thought he needed help with his mind but little did she know there were other problems. âThen why donât you stay for a few nights and help me if you think I'm that helpless.â He suggested to her. What he was asking her didnât seem like a lot but to him it was only step one to his plan. She agreed and stayed that night. She offered to stay on the couch but he convinced her to take the bed. He was also in the bed with her but she didnât mind. Besides one nightmare he had that woke them both up, he slept great.Â
He got up before her and watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful and pretty. She was always pretty but peaceful? With him in her life that wasnât always the case. She worried for him and his health but he didnât take it seriously. She blamed Jack Crawford for what heâs been through. She hated that man but would never tell Will. Will liked his job but it was dangerous. His hand caressed her sleeping face as he had a soft smile. Soon enough, he thought. Soon enough heâd get what he wanted and that was her.Â
Night after night she stayed with him and watched over him until she fell asleep. She knew that her company was helping and that he needed her there so she offered to move in with him and even split the bills. He held back the smirk that wanted to show. She was giving in to his plan without knowing. She made the next move without realizing it. He told her that he wasnât sure it was a great idea but she insisted and told him that with her there he sleeps better. He put on the act of being hesitant about it and tried to tell her that his problems werenât hers. âWill, I care about you so yes your problems are mine.â She was falling into his trap perfectly.Â
Once she was moved in she told him that she would take the guest bedroom. He wanted to tell her that they could share his room but didnât wanna make anything obvious so he agreed. Him and Hannibal helped her move into the house. Hannibal didnât have any idea about the pact, nobody besides Will did. It worked better that way. She even had a dog of her own that Winston and the others would have to get used to. Will loved it though and it felt like he was one step closer, which he was. Each night Y/N would end up in his bed by his side. Holding him in her arms so he would calm down. But by morning she was back in her bed, which he hated.
He felt ungrateful, He had her in his house, moved in and helped him but it wasnât good enough. He walked into her room before getting ready for work, he walked to the chair by her coffee table and sat down in it. He stared at her as she slept, with a dark look in his eyes. He fought the urge to touch her beautiful skin or put her hair behind her ear. He would wake up early just to go into her room and watch her.Â
It was storming like crazy outside and the dogs were all in the room with them. Y/N slept in Willâs bed due to the storm. She thought it would trigger his nightmares, at least thatâs what she told him. Truth was she was scared of thunder, and has been since she was a little girl. So being in bed with Will made her feel safe. She was wide awake staring at the ceiling as thunder could be heard. She couldnât sleep. Maybe it was the stress from life or worrying about Will. Or the thunder, she couldnât tell.
She heard Will whimpering in his sleep. She turned to look at him and he was in a pile of sweat and shaking. âWill.â She said, shaking the man. She repeated this until he sprung awake breathing hard. âHey, itâs okay.â She said, rubbing his sweating back. He looked around to see that he was in his bed. He reached for her hand that was on his back and she let him take it. He placed his forehead on it and kissed her knuckles, he was glad she was there with him. âIâm here Will. Iâm not going anywhere.â She said and sat up with him. âThank you so much.â He whispered. She smiled and leaned into him. âItâs what iâm here for you.â She said.
He looked over at her and watched as her sleepy eyes shut and opened again like she was trying to stay awake. He shifted his body towards her causing her to look at him. He stared at her lips for a moment before leaning in and kissing her. She kissed back softly as his hand held her face. This was a perfect moment and he was so happy that she didnât pull away or run off. They pulled away way too quickly for his liking. She gave him a small smile before getting out of the bed. âYou need a shower. You stink.â She jokes and he laughs.Â
She watched him as he left the house for work. She had a small smile on her face thinking of the night. They kissed and it was perfect. She never realized that she had feelings for him until that kiss. It felt so right. They didnât talk about it yet but it wasnât awkward. She wasnât sure where to start but she knew it would get brought up eventually. She decided while he was gone she would clean up the house because Will never does. The house wasnât a mess but she felt like cleaning it up.
She walked into his bedroom and smiled as she saw the bed that wasnât made. They kissed in that very bed just hours ago. After she made the bed she saw that his dresser had clothes sticking out of it and decided to fold his clothes for him. She pulled out the clothes of the first drawer and saw a piece of paper that was folded. The paper looked old and wore out. She stared at it and thought about opening it to see what it was but that would be an invasion of privacy. But what could it possible be? She let her thoughts get the best of her and she opened the paper.Â
I, Y/N Y/L/N, Vow to marry William Graham if we arenât married by 35.Â
I, Will Graham, Vow to marry Y/N Y/L/N if we arenât married by 35.Â
She smiled as she read it but what made her smile drop was the words below.Â
This is a pact that we made years ago and a pact is a pact. She will be mine. She canât escape or run from me. Â
The writing was new compared to the first two sentences. She read over the words a million times before she looked around the room. They made this when they were 6. She completely forgot about it til now. How did Will remember this? And why did he add to it. She folded the piece of paper and put it in her pocket. She had to bring it up to him.Â
Will drove home feeling happier than ever. He didnât have stress or worry. He was happy. He got to kiss the love of his life. What more could he ask for? Well besides her being his wife but maybe he wouldnât have to force her after all.Â
He walked through the doors and greeted the dogs. Y/N waited for him in the kitchen. Her foot was tapping on the floor as her nerves were through the roof. He walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face. He saw her sitting at the table with a glass of wine making him smile even more. âHey you okay?â He asked. She didnât even look at him as she pulled out the paper. She set it on the table and pushed it towards him. âWhat is this?â She asked. He knew what it was but grabbed it and read it anyway. He laughed âThis is a pact we made when we were 6. Where did you find this?â He asked her. She finally looked up at him. âWill, donât play dumb with me. It was in your top drawer.â She said. âOk so I kept it. I thought it was cute.â He said. She shook her head. âWill, itâs what is written at the bottom of the page.â She told him.
He never wanted her to find this. He was hoping she would never find it. âIs this why you have me staying here?â She asked him. âYou offered to stay here and even live here.â He exclaimed. âI know Will but this feels planned.â She said. âWhat feels planned?â He asked. âWhy did you write that at the bottom of the note?â She asked, ignoring his question. âI-â But he didnât know what to say. He was struggling over his words. âWe made a pact. We must follow through with it.â He said. âWill, We made that when we were 6.â She exclaimed. He shook his head. âA pact is a pact.â He said. She looked at him in disbelief. âWill I wonât marry you because of a pact we made when we were 6.â She said. âYou will.â He said walking over to her.
She stood up but he backed her up against the wall. She was scared and nervous as he stared at her with dark eyes. âWe belong together Y/N. We love each other and we made a pact that we would be married by now to each other.â He growled at the last part. âWill, please.â Her eyes stared into his dark ones and he cupped her face. âWe even kissed last night.â He smiled. He leaned in to where his lips were almost against hers. âYou belong to me.â He whispered. âYou have since we were 6.â He kissed like he had last night. She didnât kiss back. She was shocked by the note and everything else. Sure, she had feelings for Will but marrying him? Right now? With him acting like this, that wasnât happening.
She pulled away from the kiss. âWill baby, I do love you but you need help. And I'll be there with you every step of the way.â She whispered and cupped his face. âI donât need help, I need you.â He told her. âWill, I canât marry you in the state of mind youâre in.â She said. âYou can and you will.â He told her.Â
She knew that if she ran, he would find her. If she told anybody, he would kill them. Will Graham was a fucked up human being. She truly had no escape. He took her hand and made her follow him to the bedroom. She was confused as he pulled out a black velvet box. âWill, what is that?â She asked. âI got these the day after you moved in.â He said with a smile.
He opened the box to her, she gasped at the two wedding bands inside. âWe can do it right here, right now.â He said. She was quiet as he took out the rings. He set them on top of the dresser and grabbed her hands. âY/N, Iâve loved you since I was 6 years old. Youâve helped me with my nightmares, my thoughts and life itself. I donât know what I would do without you. I donât need help, I just need you.â He said as he slipped the ring on her finger. She had tears in her eyes at what he said and what was happening. He took his ring and gave it to her. She took it with shaky hands. âWill, I do love you a lot and you mean so much to me. But I really think we should wait on this. Letâs enjoy each other and worry about this later.â He shook his head. âWhat if we donât get later? What if something happens? This needs to happen now.â He said.
She sighed and realized that no matter what she said he would come up with something. âI want a real wedding.â She said. âAnd we will have that baby. This is just for now.â She looked down at the ring she had on her finger and the one that he gave her to put on his finger. She really had no way out of this. But it wasnât that bad either. Maybe as his wife she could get him some real help that wasnât Hannibal Lecter. Maybe just maybe she can get him to leave his awful job.
She grabbed his hand and slid the ring on it. âWill, I love you so much and nothing will ever stop that or come between this. Youâve been by my side since I was 6 years old and I thank you for that. Youâre a beautiful and kind soul that I will cherish from this day on.â She said. He smiled at what she said and they leaned in and kissed. As Husband and Wife.
#hannibal#hannibal lecter#hannibal nbc#hugh dancy#mads mikkelsen#will graham#will graham x reader#will graham x you#will graham imagine
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loose ends was so good..ive been looking everywhere for well written krauser nsfw stuff. do you habe any re4 krauser?
jackie boy is such a gold mine for content, i wish more fans liked him. donât you worry tho, i got you, anon :))))
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warning: heavy dubcon, krauser being mean, voyeurism, humiliation, dirty talk
âHng⊠Jack, donât-â
You writhed in his lap, legs forced wide open to accommodate for his wide frame. Your chest was pressed flush to his, face buried into the side of his neck so close that you felt his even pulse.
âOh, but weâre just getting started, baby.â
One large hand heavily rested on your hip, thumb rubbing circles into your skin that would sooth you if the circumstances were different. Maybe if those parasite riddled men werenât standing around you, breathing raggedy wet breaths.
Jackâs other hand was crammed between your bodies, disappearing between your thighs to plunge two thick fingers into your pussy over and over. You couldnât keep still, torn between riding his hand to completion and jumping out his lap to escape those glowing eyes that were a recurring nightmare fuel.
âJack⊠They can seeâŠâ Your arms were tightly swung around his neck, holding onto him for dear life, pulling him impossibly closer to hide yourself away - maybe even fuse with him to escape the shame you felt. He clearly had none left.
Jack laughed, voice directly inside your ear. âYou know I donât mind the audience. âS not like they can touch the goods.â To drive his point home, Jack pushed in deep until you tried to lift yourself up and away from the stimulation. The hand on your hip held you down easily, leaving you defenseless and moaning while his fingers curled into your spongy sweet spot.
âBesides, youâre so wet right now. Enjoying this more than me?â
You shook your head against the crook of his neck, whining in both distress and arousal. Shame and lust were so tightly interwoven in the pits of your stomach that you couldnât separate them anymore. You twitched around him and Jack grinned. If there was something you couldnât hide from him it was how your walls gripped his fingers right now.
âFuck, you love this. These bastards would be all over you if they had even an ounce of free will left. You want that?â
Jackâs voice, his words - they gave you whiplash, hips slowly grinding against his hand, legs shaking like leaves. âN-No!â
You peeled your face away from his neck, catching a glance of your surroundings. Five men stood just behind Jack, close enough to touch your face if they just extended an arm. Their eyes were so distant but clearly focused on you. There was noise behind you - boots and groans and heavy breathing. You locked eyes with the man standing closest in your field of view and you felt your heart hammer against your ribs.
âYouâre leaking all over me. If I wasnât right here, youâd throw yourself at the biggest guy around, wouldnât you?â
You sobbed, vision growing blurry with tears but hips bucking down anyway. You were close, wildly constricting around those fingers fucking you at a steady pace. If your heart wasnât beating in your ears, youâd be able to hear the lewd squelching of your dripping pussy with every thrust.
âYou let them fuck you raw when Iâm not here? Câmon, tell me.â
His thumb joined the assault, pressing against your clit. You jerked in his lap, moaning high and pretty while he rubbed slow circled into the bundle of nerves. âI told you to speak.â
His voice was level, commanding. You scrambled to brace your hands against his wide shoulders, trying to replay his words in your head and forming a coherent answer.
âDonât⊠I-I donât-â
Jack looked at you, expressionless with a mean glint in his eyes. âYou better fucking not. Whose job is it? You know this one, baby.â
Your chest shook with a moan that bled into a wet sob, hips still moving to meet his movements. âItâs yoursâŠâ
Jack grinned at that. âAtta girl. Youâre right, itâs my job to fuck this hole. And you know what?â His fingers stilled mid thrust and you could finally catch your breath. The pause wasnât long lived once Jack harshly ripped his fingers from your hole, turning your exhale into a winded whine.
âI think Iâll do just that.â
âWha-? But-â You yelped, Jack suddenly standing up from the shitty folding chair, two hands securely on your thighs to pick you up with him. You clung to his shoulders, looking around yourself to discover that there were more brainwashed soldiers right behind you the whole time, mouths slightly ajar and eyes unblinking.
âWhatâre you doing?â Your words were fast, stumbling over themselves as Jack put you down in front of the chair. He quickly spun you around, back to his chest and you almost fell - your legs felt soft underneath you, wetness sliding down your thigh and growing cold with the air.
âJack!â A strong hand clamped down on the back of your neck, the other snaking around you and warmly laying on your stomach as he shoved you forward, bending you at the hip. Your hands flew out to catch yourself on the backrest of the chair.
âStay.â Jack all but barked the order at you. You shivered, head forced down with the bruising hold he had on your neck. His other hand disappeared and a zipper sounded loud in your ears.
Your eyes were wide, listening to Jack groan as he pulled his cock from the confines of his heavy cargo pants. He couldnât be serious. Jack never made you do something like this before, fully aware how terrifying these people - this parasite - and this whole mission was for you. You were shaking, palms slippery with sweat but you couldnât deny that there was slick dripping on the floor with the knowledge that Jack was about to mount you like a dog right now.
You gasped a soft breath as the warm head touched your hole, applying some pressure before rubbing through your folds. Your hips were squirming against him, unable to thrust back or pull away as long as Jack held your neck in place. His dick kept rubbing your pussy, tips just barely catching on the hole as you whimpered. âJackâŠâ
The teasing stopped as Jack chuckled. âDonât worry. Iâll give you this dick.â
And Jack, being a man of his word, firmly held the base of his cock to line himself up, oozing tip finally slipping into your body. You sucked in a breath, the initial stretch was always a lot to take. You knew that Jack knew that. You also knew that he loved it.
His hips snapped forward, only stopping when his pelvis clapped harsly against your ass. You cried out, the brutality of it almost sending you face first into the chair if it wasnât for Jack pulling your right back.
His hand pulled away from your neck and you instinctively took a step forward, feeling him too deep in your guts.
âDonât run from this dick now. Youâll take it and youâll love it.â
His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling you back to keep your ass flush against him. You were whining, finally able to pick your head up and regretting it right away.
One of those things - barely a man anymore - stood right in front of you, staring down on your frame and making your whole body tense up. Jack groaned behind you, hips pulling back to snap right back against your ass.
âFucking tightâŠâ His pace was relentless, fucking into you with fast, rough strokes that made you cry out. One hand reached back, pushing uselessly at his hip. âSlow- Ahh! Slower!â
Jack was grunting behind you with effort, totally left cold at your attempt to stop him, muttering filth under his breath about how good your pussy was, about how he shouldâve done this sooner.
You couldnât take your eyes off this monster in front of you, afraid that if you did heâd touch you, kill you. Jack would never let him but you couldnât risk it, couldnât stop thinking about it.
Jack kept up his rough treatment, pulling you into his thrusts to go as deep as possible, kissing your cervix with every thrust.
A horrible mix of shame, fear and thrill brewed between your hips, making you burn from the inside out if you didnât cum right now.
It didnât take much. No fingers on your clit working you over the edge, not Jackâs mouth and tongue stimulating your sensitive nipples. You were cumming just like that with a sharp cry on your lips, just from Jackâs brutal thrusts and that feeling deep inside you that you didnât want to acknowledge.
Jack moaned low in his throat, hunching forward and faltering in his movements as you squeezed his cock into a vice grip. He rutted into you again, reaching his peak buried balls deep, cumming enough for it to spill out around his cock.
Jack breathed for a second before stepping back, pulling out and letting go of your shoulders. Without his hands on you, there was nothing holding you upright. Your legs gave out easily, knees hitting the floor in front of the chair. You felt his cum dribble out your hole thickly, running down your thigh and dripping on the floor. You were holding onto the chair, wheezy and breathless.
Jack was already decent again once he crouched down beside you, pinching your chin between his fingers and turning your head towards him.
âWasnât that fun, baby?â
You could do nothing as he sloppily pressed his lips against yours. Maybe it was a little fun.
#resident evil#resident evil smut#resident evil imagines#resident evil 4#jack krauser#jack krauser smut#jack krauser x reader#jack krauser x reader smut#jack krauser imagine#tw dubcon#just jack being a bully#ME NEXT
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Warnings: none (angst if you squint??)
Summary: confrontation
Pt 1 here
âCan I talk to you?â
You hadnât expected him to want to talk. He was so distant with you, so standoffish.
You nod your head mutely, tilting your head.
Miguel ask you to follow him, guiding you to his office. You walk in silence, then wait as he paces. Finally he ask you to sit down.
âIs there something wrong?â
Miguel stares at you for a long while, his brows furrowed like heâs trying to think of something to say. You sit there fidgeting, going through all the possibilities of what you couldâve done wrong.
He finally sighs, pulling up a chair from nowhere and sitting across from you.
âTell me about him.â
Those eyes, god those eyes.
âTell me what he was like.â
They tell stories and secrets and dreams and nightmares.
They say so many things, but he speaks so few.
You cock your head in confusion, opening you mouth to voice it.
âTell me what he was to you.â
You stare at him, your brows furrowing more before they raise in understanding. You open your mouth, then close it, then open it again.
He waits patiently, scooting closer to you.
His presence makes you feel faint. The way he looks at you makes you want to cry. You miss him so much, and you know nothing about him.
âWe were supposed to get married two years ago.â You finally say.
âThe accident happened two weeks before the wedding. He was so excited. I was so excited!â
You smile sadly.
âHis parents and mine had planned everything! They told us to just enjoy each other. And god I loved him. Loved him so muchâŠâ
Tears beginning to well in your eyes. You wipe them away quickly, for some reason embarrassed to let this man in-front of you see you cry. But he looked at you so kindly, different from his normal look.
You missed him.
âWhat happened?â
âWhat happens to everyone of us I guessâŠ.â
You both stay quite. You sneak glances at him, watching as his eyes shift with emotions.
He looks so calm when heâs not stressed, or in a mood. His lips formed into a pout, is eye brows raised.
You blush as he turns to look at you.
âIs that why you avoid me? Because I remind you of him?â
You bite your lip.
âI canât risk falling in love with you, its like a betrayal to him. Your so much like him, in every way.â
âItâll hurt me to much. Itâll hurt you, and I donât want to hurt you.â
Miguel stays quite, watching you with perceptive eyes. He clasps his hands together, sticking his lips out in thought.
You study him. He looks so goddamn pretty. Unrealistically pretty. Unfairly pretty. You huff.
âI wanna love you.â He says suddenly. He looks at you, waiting for a reaction. An answer. He looks so lost and hopeful it almost breaks your heart.
âYou canât-â
âI can. I do.â
You sighed. âMiguel-â
âPlease? I wanna love you, and not just from afar.
And I want you to love me, like I know you do. Please mi amor.â
âMiguelâŠâ
âPlease love. I wonât hurt you, canât hurt you lovely⊠pleaseâŠâ
âMiguelâŠâ
âY/N pleaseâŠâ
âMiguel.â
He stops at this, his breath halting.
âI know.â
His fist clench, but not in anger.
âJust give me time, all I need is timeâŠâ you whisper, looking downwards. He pauses, nods, then scoots closer to you. Sitting in silence. âI can do time.â
You both sit there for a few more moments, then part ways. He hugs you, surprisingly, then kisses the top of your forehead and leaves.
Just a little more time.
#writing#tumblr fyp#fyp#fyp2024#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara#miguel oâhara x reader#love#miguel x you#miguel 2099#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman
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Isabel
âYour name is Isabel.â The womanâs voice was like a warm blanket dropped over a bird cage. You turned to look at her, barely noticing where you were now. High up upon a shelf in some strangers cottage, peering at a woman as large as a giant. Thick curls of golden hair framed Her pointed, kindly features, but your eyes rested on Her lips, full and almost smiling.
You found you could not look away.
âYou have always been Isabel.â She continued âI found you on the beach. You are mine now.â Her words had weight to them. They made truth where none had been before.
âYou had a bad dream. You dreamed you were something big and rough and angry. You spent your days with other big, rough, angry things. But thatâs not what you are. Not what you ever were. Youâre small and delicate and pretty. See?â With a gentle touch she turned your face to the looking glass and, to your astonishment, it was true. You were small and delicate and pretty. But something else. Something not quite right. You moved slowly, like you were racing your reflection. Your face was still, oh so still, and almost too pretty, like a painting. Before you could look closer she twisted your head back into position with a nimbleness that made you tingle in some place that you no longer had. You stared again at the shimmering ruby of her lips, vast and smiling.
âYou were always small and delicate and pretty. The big, rough thing you dreamed was unhappy. But Isabel is happy. Isabel is happy when it is with me.â
And for the rest of the day, Isabel felt just how it had been told to. Quiet, serene, blissful. It had no thought of need nor want for purpose. No reason to exist beyond what it was: pretty and delicate and Hers. Dolls are made to be loved.
When dark fell, She gathered a candle and vanished to some other room. You ached to go with Her, but no surfeit of need could move your wooden limbs. Outside of Her gaze you were frozen, an object, as all dolls are when their Owners do not need them.
Alone in the dark, the nightmare stalked your mind.
Cracked light broke a black sky. Shouting. The *sky* shouted, bellowed, and the rough, angry things yelled too, though their voices sounded small against the night.
âReef the sails! Now!â
But it was too late.
Burst wood. A scream that seemed to start inside your mouth. Choking. Kicking. Scrambling. Floating in the dark.
Then It came. A shimmering ribbon rippling toward you through the inky black. Huge, inhuman, but with a face not wholly unlike a manâs. Beautiful, but cold, and far too pale. And its eyes. Its eyes were pure black, two demon pearls against a mask of pristine white. They brought a fear with them that no storm ever could.
You could have leapt for joy when She returned, if you could have moved at all. She took a scoop of hot porridge in a wooden bowl, stoked the fire, tidied, washed her face and said some kind of blessing to the day. Then she fed the black tom cat, combed her hair, wrote out a day list and drank a cup of something warm and brown. Only then did she turn to you and say
âIsabel is happy. Isabel doesnât think. Are you happy?â
You cast your mind back to yesterday, that pristine bliss, then looked away. The truth felt like a sin.
âWhat is your name?â She asked instead.
A memory stirred in you. Some doom faced man, all buttons and brass had asked you that. Was he a dream as well? Heâd needed your name for the paper promise you made to him and to the sea.
He needed your name.
Your name.
You leapt to your feet and tried to yell. To tell the world who youâd been. There is power in knowing who you are.
But no breath came from your painted lips and instead you danced a mute tantrum at Her that, at least, brought a smile to those big, red lips.
âDolls donât need words.â She said âNot besides the ones we give them.â
For a while She watched you stamp and gesticulate, enjoying the show you made of your frustration. Then, as if finally bored, She said
âYour name is Isabel. Your name is Isabel and you are mine.â
The tempest died in its heart and Isabel sat daintily on the shelf, brimming with a cool blue calm. It spent the day watching Her work. Snipping herbs, inking parchment, adding a pinch of this or a spoon of that to the bubbling iron pot. It sat silent, frozen, but ecstatic just knowing She was near.
When night returned the dream fell on you like heartbreak.
The creature wrapped its long, wriggling tail around you. You tried to hit it â youâd been strong back then, if little else â but your blows tumbled forcelessly through the black depths. You clawed at its incandescence with your nails, clipped short, uniform code, but you found no purchase against the shimmer of its scales.
When it was coiled around every inch of you, it began to squeeze. You fought as much as you could. Not much at all. Something in you broke and your lungs freed that final gasp of air.
You stared into its perfectly black eyes as the monster swallowed your dying breath.
You fell on morning, waking, like a drowning man on driftwood. Once more She came, and you wanted to reach out to Her. Again she made her morning first, before paying you any regard.
When at last She turned her head toward you, you leapt to your feet and held out your arms, then dropped them, limp, embarrassed, not knowing after all.
âToday you learn to speak, little doll. You may have one word. All yours, to say or swallow.â
You nodded, though no question had been asked.
She leaned in and Her breath against your body was like a summer wind. Then she spoke into your mouth, a single word:
âIsabelâ
You knew at once it was your own.
She stood and sipped something hot from her morning mug then said, offhandedly
âIsabel is happy. Isabel is mine. Isabel sleeps in my bed at night.â
For a long time, the witch said nothing, seeming to ignore the longing on your face.
âWhat is your name?â she asked, looking down at you.
For the first time, you noticed Her eyes. Her perfectly black eyes.
Isabel answered with the only word it knew.
#empty spaces#emptyspaces#dollposting#fantasy writing#transgender#somber#melancholic#dollification#spooky
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Royal Pain Part 20
Hello, darlings! I hope that cliffhanger didn't leave you hanging for too long.
As promised two villains get vanquished and Wayne is bestest. As always.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17Â Part 18 Part 19
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Stupid, stupid, stupid. Eddie cursed over and over again. He just needed to take a quick piss. He was supposed to just be in and out, but nope.
Motherfucking Seth Davies cornered him in the stall.
âThere you are, pretty boy,â Seth purred. âIâve been looking for you everywhere.â He stroked Eddieâs cheek, but when Eddie flinched away, Seth grabbed his face roughly. âI told you, you are mine. No one elseâs.â
Eddie pushed him, but he barely even budged. âGet out of here. You arenât supposed to be here.â
Seth chuckled darkly. âYou see thatâs where youâre wrong, princess,â he sneered, pressing their bodies together. âYou see this club is exactly five hundred feet from Nightmare Holes. Iâve been coming here for longer than that usurper has.â
Eddie felt a cold sense of dread shudder down his spine. Shit.
âImagine my surprise when you showed up with the usurper and the little bird with all your little bandmates,â Seth continued. âI knew it was a sign that you were meant to be mine again.â
Eddie tried to push him again. âIâm not anyoneâs. Iâm not even seeing anyone right now.â
As much as it hurt to say that, it was true. Steve and he hadnât even gone out on a date yet. Mostly they had hung out, usually with other people there or they were at his tattoo parlor working on the tattoo.
âAnd itâs going to stay that way, wonât it, peach?â Seth growled.
âEddie?â Steve called out.
Eddie went to call out, but Seth put his hand over his mouth to silence him.
âEddie?â Steve called again.
Eddie bit down on Sethâs hand causing him to scream, but he didnât budge from Eddieâs mouth.
Steveâs eyes narrowed at the stall the cry had come from.
âHey, just me and the boyfriend having a little fun,â Seth called out. âSo if you could give us a minute.â
The door opened and closed and Eddie closed his eyes, tears falling. He couldnât believe Steve had fallen for that.
Suddenly the door to stall banged down to the ground without its hinges and then was slammed aside. Seth was being pulled off of him and thrown into the basin of the sink.
âWhat the fuck?â Seth growled, abruptly face to face to the avenging fury of Steve Harrington.
âI told you at Hopâs,â Steve growled, âthat you picked the wrong man to target.â
Seth scoffed. âI didnât think some skinny ass prep could take me.â
Steve shook his head. âI meant Eddie. I would anything to protect him and you are so going to regret this.â
Seth took a swing at Steve, who side stepped it easily. Eddie got out of the stall and came to stand next to Steve.
âI donât work out as much as I used to,â Steve said, with a raised eyebrow, ânow that Iâve been running a tattoo shop full time, but I do enough to keep in shape.â
Steve loosened his shoulders and took a proper swing at Seth. He aimed straight for the guyâs nose. He smirked when he heard the crack.
âThe fuck?â Seth screamed. âI think you broke my nose, you fucker!â
âIâm only going to tell you one more time,â Steve warned. âEither get the fuck out or get your ass kicked. Your choice.â
Seth spat out blood from his mouth. âIf I canât have him, no one can.â He pulled out a knife and lunged at Eddie.
Steve grabbed Sethâs extended wrist and twisted it hard. The knife dropped to the ground and Seth tripped over his own feet. He clutched his wrist, screaming as Steve kicked the knife behind him out of reach.
Seth got back to his feet, blood staining the white suit.
âLet it go, man,â Eddie pleaded. âJust walk away and move on with your life.â
âYou think heâs going to be any better?â Seth sneered. âItâs all youâre good for slut. To spread your legs for the first pretty boy to bat his eyelashes at you. You deserve to be beaten into submission, because submission is all youâre good for.â
CRACK!
Suddenly Seth was on the floor cradling his jaw.
Steve looked over at Eddie appreciatively. âWow, baby. That was a good hit.â
Eddie shook his hand. âFuck, thatâs going to sting like a bitch later.â
Seth stared up at Eddie as if he was seeing him for the first time.
Steve gently took his hand. âLetâs go to the bar and get them to call the police and get ice for both our hands.â
Eddie smiled up at Steve. âSounds like a plan, sweetheart.â
Seth just continued to stare as if his whole world had been yanked out from under him.
âActually,â Gareth said from the doorway. âIâve been on with the police this whole time and I filmed it.â
Eddie and Steve turned slowly to see Gareth standing there, his phone in his hands and cheeky grin on his face.
Seth scrambled to stand up, but it was too late. There was knocking on the door with a gruff voice saying it was the police and to open up.
All three of them gave their statements while Seth tried to lie through his teeth that Eddie had sought him out and cornered him in the bathroom. Gareth just calmly showed the officer the video and one glare from the officer shut Seth up for good.
Gareth then pointed to the knife in the corner of the room. âAnd you can keep the cell phone, boys. Iâm due for an upgrade anyway.â
It took barely a half hour and then they were back out with their friends with a story to tell. And ice for both Steve and Eddieâs hands, of course.
*
Wayne stayed another week to make sure that the DA didnât do something stupid again. Thankfully, an election had happened since then and a new DA was in there. One that wasnât so soft on domestic abuse, assault, and attempted murder then the last one was.
And with the video there was no doubt Seth was guilty of all of the above. Plus the judge ruled that the earlier case could be used in court as a pattern of behavior. When Sethâs lawyer got the word about that and that the video wouldnât be thrown out, he caved.
Seth was forced to plead guilty to all charges and would go away for ten years without the possibility of parole. When faced with the alternative of going to jail for at least twenty years on the attempted murder charge alone, he took the deal.
This is time Eddie was informed of the deal and agreed as long as the cops actually enforced the protection order this time.
As Wayne was getting ready to go back to Hawkins, he stopped by Royal Pain to say goodbye to Steve.
âSteve! Your future uncle-in-law is here!!!â Robin called out.
Steve came running out of the back where he was watching Argyle and Chrissy tattoo the same picture to see who could copy the style the easiest.
âRobin!â he hissed at her as came up to Wayne. âSorry about her. Sheâs been calling for wedding bells since day one.â
Wayne chuckled. âThatâs alright. But have you got a few minutes. Iâd like to take you out to lunch.â
Steve turned to Robin. âWhen is my next appointment?â
She pulled up the schedule on the computer. âYou have a little over an hour.â
He turned back to Wayne. âIs there some place you had in mind or are you up for suggestions?â
Wayne grinned. âWhacha got?â
Steve laughed. âOh so many...â
*
âI wanted to thank you for taking care of my boy,â Wayne said once they had ordered at a good sandwich place and were waiting for their food.
Steve blushed. âIâm just grateful I got to him before Seth did any real damage.â
Wayne scoffed. âI think he did plenty.â
Steve nodded, grabbing a hold of this water glass and rubbing the condensation off with his thumb. âWithout a doubt, but he threatened to kill Eddie and who knows what his full plan was.â He fought off the shiver that went down his spine at the thought. âI think Eddie will recover from this, not so much if Seth had actually done something.â
Wayne nodded. âI get what youâre saying now. Youâre right. So count me as even more grateful than before.â
He rubbed the scruff on hsi chin thoughtfully. âWhy didnât you try and break down the stall door?â
Steveâs head jerked up in surprised. âThe hinges were on the outside because it opened toward the sinks instead of inward. Trying to bust it down would have only made things worse.â
Wayne huffed out a laugh. âSo you just what? Removed the screws?â
Steve blushed, ducking his head. âSomething like that, yeah.â
âI know you two are going slow,â he said, âand I appreciate you letting him go his own speed, but boy, youâve got to kiss him!â
Steve sputtered. âWhat now?â
âLook,â Wayne said, leaning forward on the table, âI love my nephew with all my heart, but that boy has a tendency to get lost in his head. And donât think I didnât notice you wearing that necklace.â
Steve rubbed the pick around his neck fondly. âI know what it means, him giving this to me. He told me. Not right away, but I know that he gave it to me because he feels the same way about me that I do about him.â
âYou in love with Eddie, son?â Wayne asked gently.
Steve pursed his lips and nodded. âYeah. I really do. But Iâm okay going this speed because heâs not the only with hang ups. I had a really bad relationship a few years back that is still effecting everything I do when it comes to relationships. I had a bad tattooing experience where someone tried to sue me and that left me in pieces, too.â
Wayne nodded back. âAll right, I canât say I understand, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders and Iâve said my piece.â He held up his hands in surrender.
They chatted amicably about their favorite sports teams and Eddie as they ate their lunch.
Wayne paid and they walked out on to the pavement. Wayne called Eddie to pick him up and they continued to chat while they waited.
âOh come...â Steve said, âyou canât believe they have the team to win it this yeaââ
He was spun around and was face to face with the last person on earth he ever expected to see. And really at this point after his dad in his shop, Nancy at the grocery store, and Seth at Hopâs, he really, really should learn by now that the world loves to torment him.
âYou absolute fucker!â the man snarled. âHow dare you just walk around town like you didnât ruin my life!â
Wayne immediately got between them. âThere is no reason to go around harassing people on the street regardless of what theyâve done.â
The man looked Wayne up and down and scoffed, ignoring him. âI canât get it covered! I canât even get it removed because it covers too much of my back! You did this to me, you asshole!â
The man raised his fist to hit Steve, but someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around only to be punched in the nose.
âThe fuck!â he screamed.
Steve cocked his head to the side. âHey-ya, Eds!â he greeted warmly.
Wayne huffed out a laugh. âYou always did have perfect timing, boy.â
âEveryone meet Quinn Colburn,â Steve said dryly. âthe asshole who kept trying to sue me over a tattoo I did for him. The one the courts kept denying over and over again.â
Eddie grinned. âOoh...can I hit him again, then?â
Wayne and Steve laughed as Quinn stood there holding his nose.
Quinn spotted Eddieâs tattoos. âI hope you donât go to this asshole for your tattoos, heâll fuck up your life.â
Eddie laughed. âToo late, man. I love them!â He pulled off his shirt right there on the street. He tapped his chest. âThis was the first one he did for me and I fell in love with his style.â
Quinnâs eyes bulged out his head. âBut thatâs a small one! He does shit at large tattoos. I even heard that he wonât do them anymore. I wish he had decided to do that before he fucked up mine!â
Eddie turned around slowly. The sword was done, complete with the words scratched out, and most of the right wing was done. âHeâs not done yet, but god, I wouldnât let anyone else touch me after this. Heâs my only tattoo artist from now on.â
But that one served to make Quinn angrier. âSo what? You can do your friendsâ tattoos just fine, but when it comes to strangers, you canât be assed to do it right?â
âShow them,â Steve bit out. âGo ahead. You think itâs shit, but I never did. Go ahead, show them!â
Quinn turned around and showed Eddie and Wayne his tattoo.
âWow, babe,â Eddie marveled. âItâs a bit anime, but holy shit thatâs wicked cool.â
âYou drew that, Stevie?â Wayne asked.
Steve nodded.
âYou are very talented man,â Wayne said, with a smile.
Quinn whirled around to face them. âYouâre all morons if you think that was good.â
Eddie and Wayne looked at each and shrugged.
âYou had your chance to stop him at anytime and didnât,â Eddie pointed out. âThatâs no oneâs fault but yours. You can either continue to be bitter or you can move on with your life knowing you have a kick ass tattoo from a kick ass artist. Up to you, man.â
Quinn threw his arms up in the air and stalked off.
Steve turned to Eddie with absolute heart-eyes. âI know itâs not even the same realm as what happened last week, but thatâs the second time youâve come to my rescue. Thank you.â
Eddie blushed. âI couldnât stand there and let that man continue to harass you.â
âGod I love you,â Steve breathed. His eyes went wide when he realized what heâd said.
Eddie grinned. âRight back atcha, big boy.â
Steve blushed a deep red. Eddie grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a searing kiss.
He wasnât sure how long they kissed, but Wayne had to clear his throat a few times to get their attention.
âAs happy as I am for you both,â he said with a fond, lop-sided smile, âit is summer out here, and I would really, really like to get out of the heat before I become Kentucky Fried Wayne, please.â
Steve laughed. âIâll see you tomorrow at the shop?â he whispered into Eddieâs space.
Eddie nodded. âYeah, baby. Iâll be there.â
Steve watched as Eddie and Wayne walked to Eddieâs van, a goofy grin on his face.
***
Steve mimed for Gareth to go for help when he opened and closed the door to the bathroom and didn't realize that Gareth had called the police and started filming.
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Can I have Dwight Hendrickson x Fem reader with the prompt "Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me"?
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Companion piece to On The Rocks
Dwight has always had nightmares. They used to be of Afghanistan, of Lizzie but more recently theyâve been about you. Or more specifically about you and Wade Crocker.
In his dreams he watches the two of you on the veranda of the Grey Gull. It starts with a kiss, Wadeâs mouth on yours, his arm wrapping around your waist drawing you closer and then the knife comes out. The moonlight catches the glint of the blade before the other man drives it into your chest and in that moment Dwight canât breathe because itâs as if Wade Crockerâs plunged the knife into his own chest and carved his heart right out of his rib cage.
On those nights he wakes up, he gathers you close, burying his face into your hair as he listens to the sound of your breathing. The sensation of being surrounded by you, it soothes him, lulling him back to sleep.
âYouâre having nightmares again arenât you?â You say later that evening when he steps out of the shower.
Youâre sitting on the bed dressed in jeans and that pretty top with the sunflowers on. Dwight wishes that this was like any other night, that he could just drop the towel and climb into bed with you but he canât because he has a meeting with the Guard in an hour over Jordanâs disappearance.
âYes.â He says as he sits down alongside of you. âEver since Wade Crocker came back into town.â
He doesnât mention they started after youâd told him the two of you had slept together a few years ago, that heâs noticed that the interest Wade takes in you is practically predatory. He doesnât want you to think heâs jealous or possessive but Christ the feeling he gets when that man looks at youâŠ
It makes him want to commit a murder.
âHow can I help?â You ask him and in that moment he almost does it, he almost tells you to stay away from that prick but the truth is, Dwight, heâs just not that type of guy.
âYou already are.â He says finally, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. âYou donât realise how much sunshine youâve brought into my life, before you everything was grey and now my world, itâs so bright and full of colour.â
His forehead comes to rest upon yours, your lips so tantalisingly close.
âI donât want to lose that.â He whispers. âI donât want to lose you.â
âIs that what you dream about?â You ask him, your fingertips chasing over the stubble that lines his jaw. âLosing me to Wade?â
âLetâs not talk about that.â Dwight says, his voice tight and it feels like heâs slapped you across the face because Dwight, he doesnât shut you out. Heâs always open with you, thatâs why this works.
You pull away from him then and he sees the hurt cross your features as you raise to your feet and begin to shove things into your overnight bag.
âIâm gonna stay at mine tonight.â You say, your voice glacial as you sling it over your shoulder. âIâve got some shit I need to catch up on.â
âAlexâŠâ He says as he gets up to follow you but youâre already hurtling out of the bedroom door, slamming the damn thing shut behind you.
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Nightmare Academia P.19 | Spencer Reid x Reader
â„ Summary: In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, somebody dies, somebody leaves, and somebody ends up alone. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]
â„ Warnings: criminal minds season 10, episode 13. Nelson's Sparrow.
â„ A/N: i remembered which episode this was off hand, im oddly proud lmao
â„ Word Count: 1847
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Spencer didnât think he would have to call in that favour youâd offered him. He was pretty sure that when you sent a little text that said, âI owe you one,â you were joking. He waved it off like you were joking. When he told you not to mention the favour he had done, heâd meant it. The two of you had spent the rest of the night joking because that was all it was supposed to be.
The favour, the owing, it was all supposed to be a joke.
Then Gideon died.
Nothing really seemed funny after that.
Spencer had to leave for a bit. He needed to go, and join his team, and solve this murder. He also had classes to teach. He hoped you would help him out with that, though he hated having to ask. You didnât deserve this burden. You hadnât deserved it before, either, but you kind of took it on without asking.
Now, Spencer had to ask.
He didnât want to do it. Like, he really didnât want to do it. He ended up staring at your contact in his phone for a solid forty-five minutes waffling over what the fuck he could say in this situation. Â
âMy old friend and mentor was murdered last night. I need to go find the man that did it. Cover my cases for me while Iâm gone, will you?â Felt rude. And harsh. And like a crazy fucking load of information that you would definitely have questions about- and while he would normally love to answer your questions, Spencer- understandably- did not feel like answering questions about this specific topic.
A simple, âWe need to talk,â was way too goddamn ominous.
âI need a favour,â could be taken all kinds of wrong ways.
Something like, âHeyyyyy, so, my old mentor died and I need to go find the man that did it. Would you mind covering my classes for me until I come back, even if that takes actual months? K thank u byeeeee,â just felt wrong.
âA close friend of mine just passed, and I need some time. Can you cover my classes for me while Iâm gone?â Was appropriate, but it left out so much- and for some reason, Spencer didnât like the thought of lying to you.
So, he decided to tell you in person. Â
And he had regrets about that decision almost immediately.
He ended up standing by the office door like a fucking creeper for a solid five minutes. He didnât move, he didnât open the door, he didnât knock, he didnât say anything, he just sort of stood there thinking about what the fuck he was going to say to you.
And then the door creaked open for him.
You were sitting at the desk that you shared with him, buried so deeply in your work that you didnât even hear the door open. You didnât look up. You didnât see Spencer. You just typed away at the computer in front of you, marking papers and adding up grades.
You seemed oddly peaceful. At ease. Relaxed- at least as relaxed as you could be while grading. Spencer briefly contemplated the idea of leaving you a note.
Before he could take off to find a pen and follow in his mentorâs footsteps, you finally saw him. Your eyes lit up, they really did, but Spencer told himself he was seeing things.
âGood morning, Dr. Pretty Boy!â you stretched yourself out slightly, giving Spencer the impression that youâd been working for a while, âReady for more bullshit?â
For a moment, despite everything, Spencer managed to find respite from his grief. A smile crossed his features. He laughed at your joke- and immediately, he felt guilty for it. His eyes went from bright to broken in a split instant. Tears welled up in their corners. What fucking friend was Spencer? Gideon hadnât been dead for two days, and here he was, laughing with his cute coworker over some cute fucking quip.
The grief crashed over his body in waves. Reid tried to hide it. He looked away from you, covering his mouth with his hand and trying not to actually sob in the middle of your shared office.
You saw right through him.
âOh, pretty boy,â your voice was a whisper, and as you darted into Spencerâs field of view, he could see the concern etched into your face. Somehow, it made him feel worse.
âHey, hey,â you tried to hide your own panic with soothing words, briefly wondering what the fuck you couldâve done to make him cry. Your mind came up blank. And really, if Spencer cried easily- if he cried the way you did- you were sure you wouldâve broken him by now, but you hadnât.
Honestly? That was probably the worst option. That meant something was wrong- and you probably wouldnât fix that something with an apology and a cup of coffee.
Still. You had to do your best.
âReid? Spencer, honey, talk to me,â you reached out, lightly placing your fingers on his elbow- enough touch to comfort, but hopefully not enough to make him uncomfortable.
He didnât say anything, but for a moment, he looked at you. His eyes were full of unshed tears. You could feel your heart drop through you before it shattered somewhere deep inside. Without another thought, your grip on Spencerâs arm changed from a light graze to an undeniable hold.
When you spoke, you sounded panicked. You said his name and Spencer could practically feel it- like ice down his spine, like the feeling of falling just as your body goes to sleep. Ironically, it woke him up.
âGideonâs dead.â
You tried to find a response to that, but the words escaped you. Mostly because you didnât know who that was. Spencer saw the confusion on your face, and with a deep breath, he offered you the kindness of elaboration.
âHe was- he got me into the FBI. He was important and now heâs dead.â
âShit,â you brought your other hand up to hold his arm, âSpencer, Iâm so sorry.â
âI have to go. I have to find the person that did this.â
You tried to hide your shock at the revelation that Spencerâs friend hadnât just died- Gideon had been murdered. And Spencer wanted to solve the case. Â
What choice did you have but to support him? In his place, you would want to do the same thing- you just wouldnât have the qualifications for it. Spencer, however, was part of the FBI. He could help solve this case, legally and responsibly. You had to let him go.
âThen find them. Donât worry about your classes, Iâll cover them-â
âYou-â he cut himself off with a broken laugh, âYou didnât even let me ask.â
âYou donât have to. I know you would do the same for me- even if you wouldnât, I like talking shit about the FBI to your students. Itâs fun for me, that's how I have fun. Now go,â you let one of your hands run up his arm, âGet out of here, solve some crimes, and legally get whoever did this behind fucking bars.â
Spencer put one of his hands over yours. You took the initiative and laced your fingers together. The two of you stared for a moment, focusing on nothing but your joined hands.
âIâm sorry,â he broke the silence- not by much. His voice wasnât anything more than a whisper.
âSorry? For what?â
âFor coming in here and crying all over you.â
âHey, donât apologize for that. I cry all the time, remember? I cry constantly. I can start crying now, if you want me to-â
âThat wonât be necessary,â he grinned, tracing tiny shapes into your skin with the tips of his fingers, âThank you, though? Is that the appropriate thing to say? Thank you?â
âThank you works for me.â
âThen, thank you.â
Silence flowed over you again, curling around your bodies like some sort of mist. For a moment, the universe stilled, preserving the two of you in a tiny soundless bubble of space and time.
âGo kick some criminal ass, pretty boy. Responsibly. And then come back here, okay?â
âI will. I promise.â
âGood. Because otherwise, I will turn your students into my little minions, and youâll never get them back.â
âI wouldnât expect anything less.â
With a final grin, you pulled back. Spencer did the same. You wound your arms around yourself and squeezed. The air in the office dropped a few degrees. Spencerâs hands twitched, tapping a nervous pattern into his thigh.
âIâll see you later, (L/N).â
He stepped back, moving slowly. When he reached the doorway, he turned and headed down the hall at regular Spencer-speed. You just stood in the office like an idiot. For the second time that week, Reid had stunned you to silence.
The first time, when he brought your studentâs paper to the community center, you were stunned by the kindness he displayed. The Spencer you knew was usually smarmy petty little shit. He had his moments (such as getting stabbed to protect you and sharing his office with you when yours got all haunted) but for the most part, he was a bit of a prick!
In that moment, though, Reid did something kind and considerate. He took care of someone who needed it. He reached out to a former inmate with compassion and empathy, and even though Reid had worked for the FBI, you wanted to bring him to the community center with you every goddamn Monday for the rest of time. That little action had exposed his heart to you- and yeah, most people would argue that the whole âtaking a knifeâ thing was a better demonstration of character, but for whatever reason, this was what stunned you.
The second time heâd stunned you, heâd done it by leaving, and lord, this time was worse. This time the shock didnât feel like butterflies swarming through your organs. It felt like fear. Like an unknown future was running at you with malevolent intent.
At one point, you had wanted this. You wanted Spencer to leave, but now? The fucker had carved out a space for himself right in the middle of your life. Heâd built a little niche between your fourth and fifth ribs and moved right into you. You had functioned without him when he was in the hospital, but you had always figured he would come back. This was an indefinite leave of absence. This was an indefinite leave of absence after you had warmed to Spencer, after he had shown you (in multiple ways) that he could be kind.
You finally came back to your body, still feeling a slight numbness in your hands. You moved to the doorway just in time to watch Reid turn around the corner and vanish from sight. Â
âIâll see you,â you said- though you werenât loud enough for him to hear by any means, âReid.â
Behind you, a couple books fell from their shelves. You didnât even flinch.
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Lucid Dreams- Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Enchanced!Reader (Part 02)
Part 01
Bucky sat on the stairs of his apartment building waiting for Sam. He had spent the whole night formulating an apology to his friend. It was more difficult than expected, especially since his brain kept going back to the memory of the dream he had.
Floating free through space, able to manipulate the heavens, being free from his nightmares and struggles. And that girl he saw. She was so beautiful. His heart fluttered like a lovesick schoolboy, he hadnât felt like this in years. It felt nice. He wondered if he would see her again tonight?
âThought you wanted to be left alone?â Sam spoke up, snapping Bucky from his thoughts.. He took a breath, Sam did try his patience but he was the only friend he had left. âSam listen, I know what I said and, Iâm sorry. I hadnât had any sleep in weeks and I was frustrated. I know you wanted to help and in all honesty, you're more helpful than that fucking therapist.â Bucky expected Sam to say it wasnât enough and walk off. But instead the new Cap patted his shoulder and smiled, âSâalright man, I know it can be tough. Had the same problems myself.â Bucky smiled, relieved he didnât screw up. âHey Iâm supposed to meet Torres at a diner a couple blocks from here, wanna come?â Sam asked. Bucky nodded, âYeah, sure.â The two walked and talked the whole way, when they passed a small coffee shop Bucky didnât notice the pair of (y/e/c) staring at him through the window.
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âHe looks so much happier now.â She said quietly. The music playing through her earbuds shut out the overwhelming noise of people and espresso makers.â(Y/n)! Get those coffee beans roasted!â Her boss yelled. Thank god for the earbuds. âDonât worry sir, I already roasted them. Iâm just refilling the jars.â Her boss looked at her in surprise, âOh. Well, good.â He left, leaving her to revel in her work. (Y/n) did most of the hard work at the little coffee shop called, âZen Brew.â She mostly cleaned, refilled, and roasted. Sometimes sheâd have to man the counter when her space-brained coworker came up with some lame excuse not to come into work. She liked the repetitiveness of her job. Course the noise was the only problem, if it hadnât been for her earbuds or the wax earplugs she kept in her pocket she probably wouldnât have been able to get the job. But sheâd never tell anyone that, no they wouldnât understand. Most people didnât understand her love for simplicity. It was their loss.
She saw Bucky everyday, heâd walk past the coffee shop everyday at 10:38 in the morning. Like clockwork. But he always looked so sad, like a lost puppy. She could always tell when someone suffered from nightmares, it was a part of herâŠ.gift. And Bucky was suffering more than sheâd ever seen. She wanted to help him. (Y/n) purposely bumped into him the other day so that she could leave her essence on him and bring him into the dream realm. And his dream was magnificent, she had seen the dreams of many people before. But Buckyâs was boundless. It was what she loved about her gift, to see the true potential and inner most desires of those she helped. It was rare for (Y/n) to help someone more than once and yet she wanted to with Bucky. Tonight sheâd see him again.
âWait wait! Let me see if I got this. Some chick on the street touches you once and you have this wild crazy ass dream and sheâs there IN the dream?â Sam asked. Bucky had told him everything about that night. With all that theyâve faced in the past this wasnât the strangest or weirdest for that matter. However Bucky did want an outsiders opinion. âNo offense Buck, that's pretty freaky.â Sam stated. Indeed it was, Bucky wondered if she was enhanced like Wanda. If only she was here. âI know but it was like she was in control, like a Goddess or something.â Maybe Thor would have an idea. âThink she might be a threat?â Sam asked but Bucky shook his head at the idea. âNo, I don't think so. It was like she gave me that dream, like she wanted to help?â Buckyâs heartbeast increased as he remembered her sweet smile, the glow of emotion in her bright eyes, her soft angelic voice. Sam noticed his far off look and smirked, âGot a thing for her lover boy?â Torres snorted a laugh as did Sam. Bucky rolled his eyes at their immaturity. What he didnât tell them was that he was hoping to see her again that night.
And he couldnât wait.
That night, for the first time in a long time he was excited to sleep. He hoped to be swept back into that endless horizon, free floating amongst the stars and heavens. And to see her again. He laid down and waited for sleep to embrace him. But it couldnât happen soon enough, he was too excited like a kid laying awake for Christmas morning.
Then, he suddenly felt something warm against his chest. Bucky looked down and saw that same handprint from before, glowing a heavenly deep blue. His eyes felt heavy, tired. Like something had flipped a switch in his brain. It was strange, he felt as if something or someone was holding him. Warm and safe, she was calling him. And he didnât want to keep her waiting.
    Opening his eyes he saw stars. He was weightless. He was back. Bucky looked around to find her again. He heard no music. With his thoughts he moved through the darkness keeping an eye out for her. He didnât have to look for too long.
A cute sounding laugh reached his ears. He looked and saw her staring at him with a smile. He felt all giddy inside as he moved towards her.
âYou!â
âMe.â
He slowed to stop in front of her. âI was hoping to see you again.â He said. She tilted her head, âReally?â Those eyes, god those eyes. The softness, the emotion behind them made him forget how to speak. âI-I wanted t-to thank you for the other night. For bringing me here.â But then she let out the most adorable giggle he ever heard. âBucky, you made this all yourself. All I did was connect you to the dream realm.â
âDream realm?â Sounded like something out of a fairytale or a wild fantasy movie.
âYes, it is a realm not bound by time and space. A realm where the fabric of reality twists and bends. You are having whatâs known as a lucid dream. You know youâre dreaming and you have full control.â
He was shocked. This was all his doing? He made this? âI created this?â He asked. She nodded, âThatâs right. In the Dream Realm you can create anything, do anything. Go wherever or whenever you want. Give it a try, just think of a place you want to go and the Dream Realm will reform to be whatever you wish.â When she finished speaking Bucky only stared blankly at her. She thought she went too far, âSorry I didnât mean to ramble like that.â She wrung her hands together out of habit when she was nervous. She usually kept a lid on her rambling but when she was happy, she couldnât help it.
Bucky however, only smiled. Seeing her eyes light up like that and that cute blush on her cheeks. His heart was one step away from flying off. âSounds like you know this place like the back of your hand. Like a Goddess of Dreams.â Her blush deepend with a nervous smile. âI'm n-no goddess.â She stuttered. âCouldâve fooled me.â Bucky charmed. She gave him a sweet soft smile.
âI-Iâm (Y/n)â
(Y/n). Such a beautiful name, Bucky thought. âJames. But everyone calls me Bucky.â They stared at each other for a moment before he thought to try what she recommended, âSo all I have to do is think where I want to be and itâll happen?â
âDo you have anywhere special in mind?â
He did. A place he wanted to see again someday. He closed his eyes and thought deeply. A faint breeze blew across his face and he felt himself slowly lowered to the ground onto warm grass. When he opened his eyes, Bucky was greeted by the peaceful sight of a Wakandan sunset. A sight he hadnât seen since his recovery from HYDRAâs brainwashing. The African landscape was as beautiful as he remembered it. And yet with (Y/n) next to him, it didnât hold a candle to her.
âAbsolutely beautiful.â She whispered as she looked over the horizon to the low sun.
They both stood and watched the landscape for who knows how long until she broke the silence. âBucky, itâs time.â She could feel the morning approach. Bucky wanted more time with her so he jumped into the deep end. âCan I see you again tomorrow night?â He was afraid sheâd say no. Instead she smiled, âYou may.â She reached out and cupped his cheek. His eyes closed at the contact. She kissed his forehead and once again whispered,
âTime to wake up.â
He felt that warm and bright light envelope him again, sending him back to the real world.
The morning rays greeted him. He lay in that nest of blankets smiling with joy that heâd see her again.
Bucky Barnes was in love.
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empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)
i have no clue where this idea came from but here *hands you a tattooed jimmy*
this takes place about 8 months after then end of âpoisoned ratsâ.
cw: past abuse, mentions of needles, scars
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âLook at that one,â Jimmy points at the screen; Scott pauses in his scrolling. âItâs a poppy. You love poppies.â
â. . . I do,â Scott says, glancing at Jimmy quickly before resuming the scroll.
âThat oneâs a flag, but it could be a pride flag. Thatâs why I saved it. The birds are a bit cheesy, but I thought Iâd include them anyway.â
Scott doesnât say anything, just keeps scrolling through the document. He knew Jimmy had been researching something, but . . . he hadnât been expecting this.
Before him, on Jimmyâs laptop, is a three-page document that is a collage of tattoos.
Some are better than othersâthereâs a celtic knot that looks pretty bad, and Jimmyâs right about the birds being cheesy, but the poppy is understated and delicate, and a cute cartoon cat makes him smile.
Thatâs all well and good, but the problem is: Scott has no clue why Jimmy is showing him tattoos.
Jimmy points at a bundle of stars, saying something about how it reminded him of Scott, then at a feather, then a ladder, which he explains could be combined with the stars. He quickly passes over an abstract canary, hands twitching and tripping over his words, to point out an intricate subway car, then a tiny soccer ball.
Scott interrupts right as Jimmy starts to explain an iceberg tattoo.
âJimmy, Iâthis is great, but I donât think I understand. Are you wanting me to get a tattoo?â
Jimmy blinks, laughs nervously. âIâScott, these areâthese are cover-ups. For scars.â
Oh.
Suddenly, thereâs a lump in Scottâs throat.
âIâa tattoo is a big decision,â Scott manages to say around the lump, his eyes catching on a long scar down Jimmyâs left bicep. âItâs something you canât change. Are you sure?â
Jimmy levels an exasperated look at him. âFor one thing, Iâm an adult. I know itâs a big decision, you donât have to remind me. And I promise Iâve thought about this. I shouldnât have to tell you that I have.â
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry,â Scott starts to amend, but Jimmy forges on.
âItâs my body,â he says. âItâs mine, and I can have the freedom to do what I want with it, because Iâm an adult and it belongs to me. And when youâwhen you asked if I was sure, it felt like you were treating me like a kid, or like I donât own my body. And it felt bad.â
Shame curls in his stomach. Jimmyâs right, he shouldnât have responded like that. Itâs perfectly normal for people to get tattoos, and for their partners to support them in it. âIâm sorry,â he apologizes again. âI didnât think before speaking. I said something my parents wouldâve said, and I should have considered what you just told me.â
Jimmy smiles, leans his head against Scottâs shoulder. âItâs fine. I was showing you because I wanted your opinion, and itâs all right if you donât like the idea of a tattoo. But I wouldâve liked for you to say that outright if thatâs true, instead of telling me things I already knew.â
âNo, I think itâs a great idea,â Scott hurries to amend. He pauses, taking a moment to get his thoughts in order. Theyâre working on having more open conversations, so that they donât have repeat events of Scottâs Nightmare Situation of Last Month, as theyâve dubbed it. âI think a lot of tattoos are good,â he says eventually, âbut some suck. So Iâm happy youâre asking my opinion, because I donât know if Iâd be able to look my boyfriend in the eyes if he got a skull surrounded in roses on his bicep.â
That gets a laugh out of Jimmy. âDonât think yours is the only opinion Iâm getting,â he teases. âI know better than to trust a man who dyed his hair red all through college.â
âIt looked good!â
They look at tattoos for a little while, Scott immediately vetoing the trio of birds and a guitar. Together, they separate the pages into ânoâ âmaybeâ and âyesâ images, dragging the little Darth Vader holding a lightsaber (a scar being the lightsaber) into âmaybeâ and the celtic knot into ânoâ and so on, until about half of the tattoos have been sorted.
And if they get distracted halfway through and end up making out right there on the couch? Well, they can always finish it later.
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Three weeks later, Jimmy exits the tattoo parlor with the long, thin scar on his left bicep covered by a poppy, red and irritated from the procedure. Scott had been with him the whole time, holding his hand. Theyâd had to call for a break halfway through, but it had overall gone very well, and Jimmy had gotten into the passenger seat with a huge grin on his face.
âI thought I would be scared of the needle, but it wasnât even that bad!â Jimmy says excitedly, twisting his arm around to check out the plastic-wrapped tattoo. âDid you hear when she said I was really good at staying still, especially for my first time? Iâm going to get a good grade in tattoos, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.â
Scott laughs out loud at the meme reference, resolving not to think about why it is that Jimmyâs so good at not moving while needles are stuck into him.
âDo you like it?â Scott asks instead, adjusting the rearview mirror before shifting the car into gear.
Jimmy doesnât answer for a long moment. When Scott glances over at him, heâs let his arm fall, staring straight ahead, chewing thoughtfully on his lip.
âYeah,â he decides eventually. âI really do. Now when I look at it in the mirror, I can be reminded of you instead of them. And . . . I can make choices with my body. That feels really good.â
âI can imagine.â
Jimmy twists his arm around again, peering at what little of the tattoo can be seen through the plastic. âI like it,â he says, quieter. âDo you like it?â
âIt was my top choice, Jimmy,â Scott reminds him. âAnd it looks cute on you. Much better than that fish would.â
Jimmy snorts. âYou know what, since it was Lizzieâs idea, Iâll tell her Iâll only get it if she gets it too.â
âPleaseâif you get fish, get a different one,â begs Scott. âIt was huge, it had that horrible âgone fishingâ signâget something cute, not something that screams fifty-year-old midlife crisis.â
That gets a laugh out of his boyfriend, and a little tension that had been in Scottâs body since before the appointment finally dissipates, allowing his shoulders to ease and his fingers to loosen their grip on the wheel.
âIâve been watching videos on word cover-ups, so I think I might get one of those,â Jimmy says when theyâre almost home. âIâm . . . I think it would help, even though I can still trace the letters. But Iâd like to try scar treatment first, so I donât think Iâm gonna get another tattoo any time soon.â
âAnd here I was thinking my boyfriend was about to get all inked up and awesome,â Scott teases.
âAnd something for words would have to be really big, and thereâs not much I want thatâs good for that,â Jimmy continues. He glances at Scott quickly, then turns his gaze out the window. âThatâs life, I guess.â
Scott thinks thatâs the end of the conversation. Heâs happy leaving it there, with vague plans and ideas in mind to experiment with.
But later that evening, at home, as Jimmy washes dishes and Scott dries them, Jimmy blurts out, âWould I be wrong for wanting a canary tattoo?â
Scott pauses. âUm. No?â
Jimmy sighs. âSee, itâs the only one that I think I would want thatâs big enough and colorful enough to cover any words. But I donât know that I could be okay with having it cover up one of those words, because of . . . connotations. But also. . . .â he sighs again, sets down his dishcloth.
âScott, being the Canary was the only freedom I had, as awful as it was,â Jimmy explains, and itâs a credit to how far heâs come that Jimmyâs voice doesnât even shake. âI didnât love it, but I could go outside. I could literally fly. And I looked pretty cool, honestly. So if I got another tattoo, I think it would be a canary, but . . . Iâm afraid thatâll cause more harm than good, with my mental health and all.â
âI . . . donât know,â Scott says honestly, sliding a plate into place in the cupboard. âIâm not in your head. And itâs not my body. But you donât have to decide today. You donât have to decide any time soon. You can talk about it with other people, and with Nora. And we can start looking into scar treatment, if you think youâre ready for that.â
Jimmy picks up the cloth again, runs it under the water. âI donât know,â he says eventually, voice unreadable. His face has set back into that guarded look, the one that Scott is now so familiar with. âMaybe.â
Whatever Jimmyâs unspoken other concerns are (and Scott knows that they exist, he can tell in the tenseness of his stance), Jimmy abandons that topic of conversation. He doesnât bring up tattoos again for weeks.
But every so often, Scott catches him admiring the poppy, and he canât help but feel a bubble of happiness.
Jimmy finally has a good reason to look in a mirror.
#empires smp#empires smp fanfic#flower husbands#jimmy solidarity#scott smajor#021324#yep you guessed it! im still away#if im back i'll announce it/delete these tags etc#knowing my life schedule and all that i think i'll finally feel up to coming back soon-ish#but like. as of writing these tags it is december of 22#so take everything i say with a grain of salt#how do we feel about tattooed jimmy?#i legitimately have no idea where this came from. just all of the sudden i was researching cover-ups#and here we are#i found such pretty canary tattoos#and i think it's accurate of jimmy to be conflicted about a tattoo of a canary#bc again: canary meant freedom for him limited as it was#and that was a big part of his life that he kind of wants to commemorate#it changed everything some good some bad. jimmy's going through a part of his healing where he kind of wishes it was still happening#just bc like. a. it was easier to understand and b. now that it's this far away he feels sometimes like he's faking#like it wasn't that bad. and he wants to know that it was bad. he's trying to heal but doesnt want to let go of the hurt#bc if he covers up all the scars or they all heal then where's the proof that he went through anything at all?#somebody tell me to stop projecting#lmk what you think!#love you guys
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