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flamencodiva · 4 years ago

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Who Do You Think You Are? 1

Description: Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester seem to bump into each other quite frequently. What happens when these two hunters rub each other the wrong way?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Bingo Square: Free Space

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Drug Abuse.

The familiar thud of a head falling to the floor echoed along the empty barn. The figure looked around, slowly stepping over the fallen bodies on the floor looking for any more. Cleaning their machete they were about to leave when the barn door creaked open. The figure hid quickly as two tall men entered the barn. They stalked around before a gruff voice filled the empty air.

“Did someone beat us to it?” his voice echoed, “Son of a bitch! Garth said no other hunters were in the area!”

The figure pushed off the wall, their machete glistening in the dim light. “Sorry was this your hunt? I saw a girl get dragged in here and just went to town.”

The two men watched as the figure walked into a brighter light before them. Dean froze as the figure before them was a woman. Dean looked at her up and down, the Led Zeppelin shirt under her flannel, a crop top showing her toned stomach just a bit.

“Yeah this was our hunt,” Dean huffed, “Who the hell are you?”

“Y/L/N… Y/N Y/L/N, “ she walked over and held out her hand to him only for him to ignore it.

Sam, on the other hand, took it and gave her an apologetic smile.

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” he motioned to grumpy.

“The Winchesters?” she looked between Sam and Dean, “Well, I guess I can see how you are exactly as people describe.” she looked at Sam before looking at Dean, “but you… I thought you’d be cuter… you look a little stumpy to me,” she shrugged earning a chuckle from Sam who stopped abruptly after one look from Dean.

“Yeah… uh, look whatever you name was, this was supposed to be our hunt,” Dean walked up to her crossing his arms. “You had no right to take it from us.”

“Oh? I had no right to save a girl from being monster food? Is that what you’re saying?” She placed her hand on her hips and raised her eyebrow at him. “And who the fuck do you think you are to tell me where I can and can’t hunt, huh?” she poked at his chest.

“Did you just poke me?” Dean growled as he towered over her.

“What if I did?” she challenged him back.

“You are really getting on my nerves,” he clenched his jaw cheek twitching.

“Oh no,” she placed her hand on her cheek, “I got on the big bad Dean Winchester’s nerves,” she rolled her eyes and pushed past him, her shoulder bumping into his.

Dean gaped at her as she walked out of the barn. He clenched his fists as she walked away.

“Who the hell does she think she is?” Dean growled to Sam.

“Well, from what I’ve heard, she’s a damn good hunter and the proof is the bodies all around us,” Sam said as he looked around.

“Yeah well I don’t like her,” Dean huffed, “she’s reckless and cocky and…”

“A lot like you,” Sam interjected as he raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“She is nothing like me!” Dean argued as he looked at Sam. “For one I am sure I have WAY more experience than she does. And I also don’t just…”

“Go off on your own and kill a dozen vamps?” Sam placed his machete in the trunk as Dean gave his little brother his best bitch face.

“I was under a very, very, very old curse,” Dean defended as he climbed into the driver's side. “Let's just go try and hustle some money at the local pool hall.”

With that Dean turned up the radio, to Sam’s dismay, and made his way to the local dive bar that was up the road. Heading inside, Dean made a beeline for the bar ordering a shot of whiskey. The familiar sounds of pool balls breaking music to his ears.

Dean looked over at Sam after he asked the bartender for a refill, “what’s our cash look like?”

“Pretty low,” Sam sighed. “Might need to hustle up some… or I could you know get a job for a short time?”

“Takes too long,” Dean chuckled, “besides, we’re good at… you have got to be kidding me?”

Sam followed Dean’s gaze and let out a small laugh, “Wow, we meet up with her, at two places in one night, what are the odds?”

“Not good,” Dean grumbled as he downed his second shot of the night and ordered another one. “I’m going to go hustle us some money,” he turned away from Sam and made his way towards the pool tables.

It wasn’t hard for Dean to find gullible frat boys - and with that, won them an easy three grand Once they left he leaned back against the railing and watched as Y/N hustled some bikers out of five grand. A thought came across his head, he could definitely beat her at pool. He‘s Dean Winchester, and he wasn’t going to fall for her body language. He observed her closely. She had used her body to distract the men, who didn’t seem to mind that they lost to a girl, mostly due to her flirting. Once it was clear, Dean walked over to her and sighed.

“That was really dirty what you did,” he shook his head while sipping on his whiskey.

“No dirtier than you hustling the frat boys,” she put her cue down and placed her hand on her hip, “what do you want Winchester?”

“Figure you and I could play,” he shrugged, “winner takes all?”

“You want to play me?” she raised an eyebrow at him, “what’s the catch besides the cash?”

“No catch,” he held his hands up, “just the cash.”

“Wow,” she clicked her tongue as she eyed him up and down, “you really are a cocky bastard.”

“Just rack them up, sweetheart,” Dean taunted.

“It’s your money you’re gonna lose,” she paused to stare him down, “sweetheart.”

Dean watched as she racked up the balls and motioned for him to break.

“Solids or stripes?” he voiced.

“Solids,” she leaned on her cue as she waited for him to break.

Dean broke and started the game. It didn’t take long before he realized he was losing. She had sunk solid after solid when he only sank one striped ball. It was nearly impossible, but she did it. He was hoping that she wouldn’t sink the eight ball. He watched as she lined up her shot and gave him a devilish smirk before hitting the cue ball and sinking it the corner pocket.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean swore as Y/N laughed.

“And that is how you play pool Losechester!” she sassed, “now I believe you owe me ALL of your cash.” she trailed her fingers up his chest before tapping his nose.

Pushing her hand away he looked to Sam who frowned at him before handing over the cash. “Take it, bitch,” he grumbled.

“Wow, you are a sore loser,” she walked over to Sam and handed him two grand. “Don’t let him spend it all.” she chuckled as she grabbed her leather jacket and began to walk away.

Dean grabbed the cash from Sam’s hand and chased after her. Placing his hand on her shoulder, he turned her around harshly.

“You won the fucking cash take it. Don’t be a smug bitch about it,” Dean snarled as he shoved the cash into her hand.

“And who the fuck said I was being a smug bitch?” Y/N snapped back as she took the money and pressed it against his chest. “Just because you have a reputation doesn’t mean you are better than me, asshole.” she poked at his chest making him walk back. “How many female hunters do you really think are out here, huh? Not that many, know why? Because of smug assholes like you. Get off your fucking high horse and accept the fact that I cleared out a nest before you got to it, and stop acting like a fucking cry baby.”

“I don’t know where you came from,” Dean huffed as he grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand away from him. “But if I catch you on one of my hunts again… you are not going to like me.” he threatened.

Y/N walked back and laughed, “I’m shaking in my hunter boots Winchester.” she turned around and walked to her cherry red Pontiac Trans Am and drove off.

“Dean, what did you just do?” Sam ran a hand over his hair as he watched the Pontiac disappear in the distance.

“Next time I see her I’m going to show her who’s the better hunter… and the better pool player.” Dean fixed his jacket and grabbed the cash from the ground. “Let’s go, Sammy, we have more hunts to find.”

“Chuck, if you can hear me… I am begging you… don’t let these two get themselves killed,” Sam pleaded into the sky before making his way to the Impala.

In the back of Dean’s mind, he couldn’t shake the thought of Y/N Y/L/N. What he didn’t realize was that she had made an impression on him. One that he would try to ignore.

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discordantplains · 5 years ago

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The Records

The first thing on Sonja’s mind when she woke up that morning was whether or not she should put Tucker out of his misery. The second was that she felt bad for her boyfriend. His sniffling and sad, wretched coughs had made finding sleep difficult, but she could only imagine how bad it must have been for him. That didn’t stop her from wishing for some peace and quiet.

When she ended up walking the streets of Ihatchu later, she found herself wishing the opposite. It was dead silent. The sort of silent that made her feel guilty about the sound of her own footsteps for disrupting it. She almost feared getting in trouble for just walking around, expecting Honey to pop up around a corner and drag her away for disrupting the peace.

To be fair, Honey wasn’t that extreme. After all, they had finished their three days of supervised mining without incident, but she was still really intimidating. Sonja wanted to stay in her good graces. If not for her own sake than for the sake of Tom, who would likely get in trouble and need someone to bail him out.

But that wasn’t news. Neither was the reason for all this deafening quiet. There was absolutely no one in town. She had noticed that on their initial tour around, and the alternate alternates had mentioned it themselves, but it only stuck out now without her friends clamoring around her. With how big the town was, and all the houses scattered about, there surely had to have been other people who lived here, at some point.

Where had they gone?

The more she thought about it the more the question tugged at her mind. It wasn’t suspicious by any means, after all what SkeleTom and Mericho mentioned during the day of their tour made sense. But she couldn’t help but feel like there was some sort of twist, like on Ruxomar. If there was a reason that people had left the city there had to be a reason they shouldn’t be here, beyond wanting to be in their own dimension. It seemed safe right now, at least, with Honey and the others.

But still. The people. She should look into why they were gone. As far as she could tell, most of the houses had been empty for a while. Of course, that was only what should could guess from peeking through windows from the street. Not the most reliable method of getting information. Her best bet would be to find a library or see about poking around town records.

If she could remember the tour well enough she should be able to navigate to the library fairly easily. It was located near the Town Hall, which was right in the town’s center. Or was it in the Town Hall? As long as she found herself in the right area it’d be fine.

It wasn’t long before the sparkling waters of the City Fountain towered before her. The Town Square was by far the most elaborate and extravagant part of the city. However, the Mianite Temple was the least inspiring of the buildings there, though it seemed to be the oldest. Rather, the Town Hall was the most detailed and carefully crafted, with defined pillars that rose at least two stories high and golden accents that curled along edges.

Her eyes roamed over the nearby buildings and down the other streets. None of the buildings jumped out or looked like a library sort. Not that she was expecting large signs pointing to the library saying “Get your free information here! Everything you need to know and more!”, but she was certainly hoping that it was at least be easy to distinguish from the other buildings.

Sonja made her way into the Town Hall. There had to be some sort of information desk in there, at least.

The foyer featured a two story ceiling that allowed for the upper walls to be lined with windows that let in natural light during the day. Right before the front doors was a long deep blue carpet that led to the front desk. The desk held the allusion of having been used recently; there was a neat stack of papers off to one side in front of a sign in clipboard and a basic computer, as well as a cup of pens and a vase with pale yellow flowers that looked freshly cut.

But if when one looked further a fine layer of dust could be seen settled over everything. Someone had to be cleaning up the area every so often, Sonja surmised, for it to look more put together than the rest of the deserted town. Sonja rounded the side of the desk after giving a quick look around the area.

No one was here.

She carefully flipped through the papers on the desk. Most of them were citizen complaints, a few were asking about changing the stricter rules of Ihatchu, and there was one that was a formal request to be allowed to sell food in the town and be able to compete against Mericho’s market. None of them had any feedback, but they all were dated. If she could figure out what today was, maybe she could start onto how long the city had been empty.

She turned her attention to the computer. A shake of the mouse resulted in nothing. Sonja checked the actual computer for a power button and turned it on. The monitor stayed blank. She rolled her eyes and turned the monitor on as well and quietly sank into the computer chair.

The loading screen processed for a moment. It displayed a waving, random company name and a spinning circle as she tapped her fingers on the desk.

She wasn’t used to waiting so long for a computer to load. The computers in Ruxomar had clearly been far more advanced. As she looked at the setup, she could see many wires connecting to the bottom of the chunky, box like computer. It looked and felt old. Except, the Town Hall would be the one place you’d want all your tech to be new, right? So this had to have been the latest upgrade.

The actual computer was bigger than her torso.

Yikes.

At least the computer and the monitor weren’t shoved into the same device.

It booted up to a login screen with a friendly series of beeps that made her cringe. The sound felt too loud for the oppressing silence of the room. She took a quick look around again, making sure that no one was coming over to check out the noise. It would be a little embarrassing to be caught rummaging through official town paperwork. Her ears stayed perked up, but she returned her attention to the screen.

As unfortunate as it was to be password locked, it would make sense for the Town Hall computers to be login protected. Sonja shuffled through the drawers hoping that someone wrote down some form of login.

The first drawer had nothing but blank forms and sticky notes. The second had pens, paper clips, and batteries. The next was filled with a space to file away papers, folders shoved inside to the point of barely being able to fit. The last was empty beyond a ring of keys.

Should she take the keys? Obviously they would get her somewhere she wasn’t meant to be. And she didn’t want to get on Honey’s bad side when she’d shown them nothing but hospitality after they dropped by out of the blue. Besides that, weren’t town records normally public access?

Sonja left the keys, reluctantly.

Closing the drawer, she turned back to the drawer full of files. She tabbed through each one, checking the labels for something helpful. ‘Addressed to the Mayor’ -who was the mayor?- ‘Addressed to the Champion of Mianite’, ‘Addressed to the Champion of Ianite’ -this one was falling apart under the amount of papers shoved inside, which Captain Captain likely never looked at- ‘Addressed to the Champion of Dianite’, ‘Pertaining to Rules’, etc. The tabs were mostly boring and unsurprising. It wasn’t until she got to ‘Office Needs’ that she looked into a folder.

The folder contained mostly lists of supplies they needed shipped in, along with forms to order more, and some notes between offices. She was about to move on when a sticky note barely peeking out from the back slipped forward a little. On it, she could read ‘pas-’ that had to lead to a longer word. She pulled it out.

Bingo.

Neatly written out was a username and password that presumably would let her into the computer. Typing in the information proved her right. A rush of energy ran through her. She was getting somewhere.

Except she couldn’t get into anything else. ‘Staff Database’ was login blocked, ‘Record Retrieval’ was login locked, even ‘Building Layout’ was login locked! Sonja pinched the bridge of her nose. She was getting sick of passwords and usernames.

She rolled her head. Her eyes trailed over the desk again. They settled on the papers. Or rather, the dates on them. She checked the date on the computer. Twice. Then she checked to make sure the computer was connected to the internet and had updated the date recently.

The paperwork was from three months ago at the most recent.

Three whole months. Did that mean that no one but the alts lived here in that time? No. But was it weird that no one had any paperwork pass through the town hall? Absolutely.

Her tail flicked back and forth for a moment.

It was time to dig deeper.

She powered off the computer- and the monitor- and placed the sticky note back in its folder before shutting all the drawers. It was probably better to keep everything how she found it. She didn’t want to get yelled at for making a mess.

Sonja took a glance outside. The sun was high in the sky. The computer had said that it was about noon. She had time.

She turned the chair back towards the desk as she got up. The carpet ended after the desk, leading to polished hardwood that had a simple pattern running along it. Right after the front desk was a split set of stairs that led up, each with a hallway that went underneath them. There were signs before the stairs that read ‘Staff only’. The hallway underneath had signs that read ‘Offices and Meeting Rooms’.

She went upstairs.

None of the rooms seemed useful- the ones that did were locked.

Sonja checked the ground floor.

Besides the mayor’s office and some public relations rooms -which were, of course, locked- there wasn’t much useful there either. Lovely.

At the end of the hall was a set of stairs leading down. She peered around the corner to try and see where they lead. Most places put their valuables in the basement, right? Maybe the records room was down there.

Her footsteps echoed painfully in the small space, but the staircase was blessedly short. When she finally made her way to the next floor, her heart surged. Nearly immediately to her left was the very room she had been searching for. Even better, she found the door inside was unlocked!

She made her way inside, but stopped short. Where the rest of the empty building had been mostly undisturbed and nearly immaculate, the inside here was messy and looked more lived in.

Someone had been here recently.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs. Sonja backed out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind her. She didn’t want it to look like she was snooping through someone’s research.

Her head turned towards the stairs just as the person moved into her sight.

Honey.

The stoic woman raised her chin and narrowed her eyes, but her ears perked in a way that betrayed her stern look. She was startled to see Sonja here. Sonja tried her best to look relaxed and keep her body posture casual.

“You shouldn’t be down here.” Honey stepped closer to her, eyes looking between the room Sonja had only just vacated and back to her.

With a sheepish expression, Sonja did her best to cover for herself. “Sorry,” she brought a hand up to rub the back of her neck. “I really should have asked before coming down here. I was looking for the library so that I could study up on the town’s history and figured the Town Hall might be an ok place to look. I couldn’t find the library.”

Honey relaxed ever so slightly. “Ah. I can escort you to the library, if you wish. This area of the Town Hall is off limits to citizens.” She curtly explained.

Sonja perked up at that. “Oh, that’d be great! I didn’t mean to wander into a place I’m not allowed, I just figured that there might be a library down here? That sounds kinda silly now that I say it out loud, but generally town information would be kept in the Town Hall, right?”

Honey nodded. “Generally, yes. You’re more likely to find town records, which is-”

“Off limits to citizens?” Sonja finished for her. The corner of Honey’s mouth quirked upwards. She nodded.

“In any case,” Honey started again. “If you follow me, I’ll show you to the library. Was there anything specific in mind that you were looking for? You mentioned the town’s history, but what about the history are you interested in?”

The two briskly made their way back up the steps.

“I’m mostly interested in why it was founded, and how long it's been around. Did it start as a small village that grew, or was it planned to be this large?” Sonja queried, sending a glance towards the front desk to see if it had been disturbed by Honey. Everything was as she left it. Good. “The streets and blocks definitely seem planned. It’s all very meticulous.”

“You are correct in that assumption. This city was made for the gods. Or, rather, the champions of the gods were given the task of building the city. It was meant to be a show of peace between them.” Honey held the front doors open for Sonja, closing them tight as they passed through.

“Meant to be?” Sonja inclined her head to look back at Honey.

“It still is. The gods have been at peace for some time now.” Honey left no room for argument in that statement.

Sonja hummed. That crossed out the gods as a reason for the town’s residents leaving.

“That’s good to hear,” Sonja flexed her fingers. “In my universe, the gods were seldom at ease with each other. Well, there were times of ‘peace’,” she pulled her fingers up to make air quotes around ‘peace’, “but never any real sort of peace. Mostly just that tense, calm before the storm type of thing.” Until Dianite died. But she wasn’t about to start on that story with Honey. She didn’t want to distract her from the little bit of information she was giving her.

Honey spared her a glance. “A shame. You’ll be able to enjoy the peace while you’re here, at least. I’ve made it my personal objective to make sure no one steps out of line.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Sonja gave her a kind smile. “You seem to be doing a fantastic job. Other than Captain Captain getting a little forward, I feel like anyone would feel plenty safe here.”

A dark look passed over Honey’s face for a brief moment. “If Captain Captain ever causes you trouble, let me know. I’ll have another talk with him.” Her face smoothed back out into her typical stoic, but also sort of stern, expression. “We want you all feel that you are welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“We appreciate that. I doubt we’ll stay too long, though. We’re all itching to get home.” Sonja thought back to the day before, when Honey stayed back to talk to Captain Captain. Again, she pondered the stress of keeping him in line.

Honey shifted the conversation to talk her through getting to the library while they made their way towards it. When they got close, she pointed it out. It was very unassuming and humble. The building itself was fairly plain and only two stories high. Though the front featured a few pillars and big, clear windows that showed numerous bookshelves, it was easy to mistake it for any other building.

“Here you are. Let me know if you need anything else.” Honey cast a look in her direction, eyes narrowed. “And don’t go places you don’t belong. Ask me if you are unsure. Good day, Sonja.”

With that, Honey turned around and headed back towards the Town Hall. Her words left Sonja a bit unsettled. The last bit had sounded a little more threatening than she felt was warranted. But maybe Honey had to be that harsh to get certain people to fall in line.

She trusted that Honey was just doing her best to keep them safe.

~~~

Sonja researched late into the day. The first few hours weren’t all that useful. To start, she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for. Surprisingly, the ‘History’ section was rather small. Most of what she found wanted to talk about the world as a whole, rather than the town. She had parsed through a number of books that talked about great events of gods and their respective civilizations, and wars and battles, and even milestones in advancement of technology and such. The most recent ‘technological revolution’ was the simplification of making computers, which greatly assisted in further research of making computing easier and cheaper. It ended with a picture of nearly the exact model of computer she’d seen in the Town Hall.

This was a far cry from what she was looking for.

She found more luck, amusingly, in the ‘Divinity and Gods’ section. This particular section took up nearly half of the bottom floor. That should have made sense, in hindsight. Honey had told her that the city was made for the gods, or something like that. It probably would have been better to start here in the first place.

Most of what Honey said held true: The city was made in the gods’ interest and glory, but not all the champions were told to make it. In fact, Captain Captain did rather little in helping ‘build’ it, so much as he just showed up one day because Ianite told him to. According to the first book she found- which had only taken breaks from talking about how great and glorious Mianite was, and how his good grace and humble justice was the shining light of the realm to talk about Ihatchu ‘a city that reflected his most glorious self’- most of the work was lead by Honey. Of course, that was the most biased book she’d ever read.

And she’d read some of Dec’s books on the gods.

When she cross researched, she found that the city was founded more on an agreement between various higher up followers of the gods and, surprise surprise, wizards. Pretty typical. What she found out as more interesting was that the town was founded roughly 10 years ago.

That was longer than she had been found herself in the land of Mianite.

The history of the town that she could scope out was mostly uneventful. Strange. Most of the books didn’t report much in the last two years, and those that did hadn’t really gone into the sudden drop in citizens.

To say that she was frustrated was an understatement.

Sonja was ready to give it a rest for the day when she noticed a piece of paper sticking out from one of the books she had pulled. There was a pile of books she hadn’t gotten into yet, mostly because she was trying to compile some sort of notes on the history of Ihatchu. It was time consuming.

She pulled the book out from the stack and flipped to the page the paper was stuck in. The chapter she found herself in was on some basic stuff about Ihatchu she’d already read about. The paper, however, was not related to the chapter. It read, ‘What is happening to everyone?’.

That was unsettling.

Did something happen? Sonja tapped her fingers on the book cover. How recent was the note? What was it referring to? Had people been going crazy? Had they been dying? The note only raised more questions.

She carefully folded the note and put it in her pocket. A glance outside told her the sun was going down soon. It would be best to give it a rest for today.

Sonja took what books she had finished going through to a book return cart- though she doubted anyone would come around to put them away any time soon- and made sure the books she wanted to read later were neatly stacked on the table she had claimed.

When she got back to the bed and breakfast she took the time to go over her notes. Ihatchu was made for the gods. It had been a big draw for people of all faiths, and was at one point a very populated- and popular- town. During the ten years it's been founded, it has seen only peace between the gods.

And, at some point, something happened to the people.

Not the most useful information, but better than not knowing anything. Maybe she could check for newspapers or journals to see if there were any local coverage of strange things. That could give her a better lead.

For now, she ought to get some sleep.

~~~

The sound of Tucker dying greeted her long before the sunrise did. Beautiful. She stayed in bed for a moment, lamenting on her lost sleep. Honestly, it would be so easy to go over to Tucker’s bed and put a pillow over his face and-- She sighed. Murder was not the answer.

Sonja pressed her pillow over her head. What were the chances she could get at least another hour of sleep?

A hacking cough from Tucker told her there was a very small chance.

She begrudgingly got dressed. Jordan’s bed was empty. Still. A quick peek downstairs showed him slouched over his work. Of course.

Sonja made her way outside, giving a nod to Wag who had started to wake up. He blinked sleepily at her.

The walk to the library was as quiet as ever. Empty town, empty streets, empty houses. The question echoed in her head: Where did they go? She really hoped that there was something in the library to point her in the right direction.

As she passed a smaller street, stretching her arms far above her head, getting a satisfying few pops from her spine, light caught her eye. It was outside the town. The lights she had seen on her first day. They sparked her curiosity.

Maybe she would check them out later.

For now, she was off to the library.

When she got there she set off to find a section of old newspapers or journals. Which was harder than she thought. Unsurprisingly, there was a bigger focus on actual books than newspapers. It was annoying, but she persisted.

She went through the ‘Restoration’ section- which was mostly old or ancient books- the ‘Documents’ section, and the ‘Other’ section. Not a single newspaper or journal. Not a single one! And there wasn’t a section for either of those.

Her luck finally paid off when she found a room in the back called ‘Periodicals and Associated Clippings’. Inside she found what she assumed to be all of the libraries storage of newspapers, journals, and some other graphic material.

Score.

Sonja set to work sorting through all of the papers. Most relayed typical news- the weather, general town information, more significant weddings, any recent crimes- but a few caught her eye.

They had increasingly larger sections on families leaving town and people dying. Not that people were getting murdered once a week, but over the course of months the rate climbed. There was no linkage to who was committing the murders- though there was a particular Captain that she could guess played a role in the event- but it definitely seemed like something that would drive people away.

It lined up with what the alts squared had told them, after all.

Was that the reason? A slow increase in murder? Surely with Honey and other Mianitees around, that shouldn’t have been such a big issue?

She thought back to the note. It was unhelpfully vague, but maybe that’s what made it interesting. Surely if Captain Captain- and Ianite- was the only reason for everyone leaving then it wouldn't have been that vague at all.

Maybe she was just used to Ruxomar, and how there was always something more going on than it seemed.

Her thoughts were broken off when she stumbled upon a very familiar name in an article. ‘Local engineer missing after strange accident in his home just outside of town.’ The engineer? None other than the man who got them out of Ruxomar: Deviser Gaines.

The lights outside the city came into mind. Was that his house? Better yet, was he here? It was way too coincidental for them to end up in Deviser Gaines’ dimension after going through a portal he made for him to not end up here.

That, or it was some extreme form of irony on both their parts.

Nevertheless, it was worth it to go check out that house, now that she had seemingly reached a dead end. That wasn’t to say that there was necessarily anything more to it but Deviser Gaines might have more information for her. His ‘disappearance’ had happened in the thick of people leaving.

It gave her a break from sitting around all day, at the very least. Her stomach growled as she stood up. Maybe it would be good to stop by the bed and breakfast for some food, too.

The sun was about halfway to the horizon when she stepped outside. A gentle breeze was making its way between the buildings. For all the eeriness of Ihatchu being empty, it was such a beautiful town. Truly fit for the gods.

Things had to have been bad for all those people to leave.

But that didn’t mean things were bad now. The people here were more than kind- other than Captain Captain, but even he wasn’t that big of a nuisance. The open plains made her miss her home, though. All of the space reminded her of the budding civilization of Mianite, and how it felt like the whole world was at your fingertips. It would be a relief to be away from established cities after all the trouble in Ruxomar.

When she got back to the bed and breakfast she went downstairs to check their chests for food- and to check on Jordan. He was busy getting everything set up for their portal home and barely spared her a glance and a welcoming smile before returning to his work. A bag of cookies sat next to him.

“I hope you’ve been eating something other than cookies all day, Mr. Sparklez,” Sonja teased him, lightly nudging him in the side with her foot. “Wouldn’t want you to go on a sugar rush and crash in the middle of your work.”

Jordan glanced at the cookies. “I mostly forgot they were there.” He raised his eyes to her. “Though I have been snacking on them a little here and there.” He pushed his arms out in front of him in a stretch. “How have you been?”

Sonja shrugged, shuffling through her chest. “Oh ya know. Busy, yet not. I’ve been looking into the town history and stuff. Trying to figure out why there’s no one here but our alternates.”

Jordan’s head jerked towards her. “There isn’t?” He pondered that for a moment. “I guess I remember SkeleTom mentioning it.”

She gave him a fond eye roll. “You’ve been cooped up down here a while.” She pulled a few pieces of hard bread and a couple pieces of meat. Typical plain jane style of food, and not much of it. They’d have to find something more to eat pretty soon.

“Did you want any of these?” Sonja turned her head to see Jordan gesturing at the bag of cookies by his side. “SkeleTom dropped them off earlier. There’s more here than I think I’ll eat.”

Taking a considering look at the cookies, then to her own food, and back again, she nodded. “It’d be nice to have something a little more edible in my palette. Did you want any of this?” She waved the food in her hands around.

Jordan’s nose wrinkled. “No thanks. I think I have some in my chest anyway. That is, if Tom didn’t steal it.” He rolled his eyes.

She sent him a smirk. “Ah, the ways a zombie shows you he cares.” Sonja laughed as he groaned. “I’m going to check out something I saw outside town. You’re welcome to come with me, if you fancy a little stretch o’ th’ legs.”

Jordan snorted at her eyebrow wiggle. “No thanks. If I’m feeling a little fresh air later, though, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright then,” Sonja carefully stole a couple cookies from him. “I’ll be off then.”

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It was close to dusk by the time she got out to the edge of town. The sun was just starting its decent, washing the tips of the prairie grasses a lovely shade of gold.

Her first obstacle was the fence. Strangely enough, there was only one working exit/entrance to Ihatchu, and that was the one they had stumbled upon. All the others, for one reason or another, were ‘closed’. Weird.

She walked around the inside of it a bit just to double check. But when she went to go out past Mericho’s farm, his dogs followed her. It was unsettling. Though they stayed along the edge of the farm, it was clear they were watching her. She even put in the effort to put space between her and the farm, trying to show them she wasn’t going to do anything to their land.

They still followed her.

Maybe it was the fox in her telling her that having dogs- hunting dogs no less- keep track of her every move sending off alarm bells. Except, the human part was equally as unnerved.

So she chose to climb the fence.

While the fence wasn’t all that high- it only came up to her shoulders- she had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to climb over it.

Oh well.

Sonja had made it halfway over when the sound of paw steps grabbed her attention. She swiveled around. One of Mericho’s dogs stood just a few feet away, ears upright and angled in her direction. When she moved to get all the way over the fence, it let out a low growl.

She pulled her foot back. The growling stopped. She put it down again. It growled louder and took a step forward. Sonja slowly descended the fence to stand on the opposite side of the dog. With a sniff, it stood down, watching her.

Fine then, she’d just go find a different fence to climb.

Sonja made her way through the streets, pondering how far she would have to go to escape their sight. Near the north gate, one of Mericho’s dogs stopped her again. On the exact opposite side of the farm. Alright, maybe he had followed her around.

She went back to where she first tried to get out, weaving her way through the city to try to confuse them if they were looking for. When she got back to it, not only was the dog there again, another one had joined.

Drat.

Instead, she weaved through the city again, ducking down smaller roads, getting a little lost, finding the town square, and making her way over to the opposite side of where she’d seen the lights.

What did she find? One of Mericho’s. Stupid. Dogs.

“Screw it,” Sonja mumbled to herself. She was going to get on the other side of the fence.

Her foot had only just touched the ground when the dog lunged at her, teeth bared. In a quick movement, she threw herself back towards the town, narrowly avoiding a bite to her ankle.

Okay. Fine. She’d just have to come up with a better plan.

Stupid, smug looking dog.

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waywardnerd67 · 6 years ago

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You Won’t Hurt Me

Title: You Won’t Hurt Me Square Filled: Flogging Pairing: Dean x Reader Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: (Y/N) reveals one of her deepest fantasies that has Dean twisted into knots. Word Count: 1457 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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(Y/N) nervously walked around the sex shop as Dean picked out her anniversary outfit out. The last year had been one of the best in her life. After a near death experience, Dean Winchester had confessed his feelings for her and they had been inseparable since. When Dean said he had their first anniversary all planned out she never thought she would be walking around a sex shop with him.

It was not that she was naïve or anything. (Y/N) was well experienced in the bedroom and more so now that she was with Dean. As she walked further away from him, she found herself in front of one of her deepest fantasies. She ran her fingers over the soft leather sending shivers throughout her body. The thought of Dean holding it in his large hand blistering her skin with it made her thighs clench together.

(Y/N) jumped when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist, “Sweetheart what are you thinking about that has your face so red?” he asked chuckling.

“Nothing.” (Y/N) said quickly pushing her fantasy to the back of her head trying to walk away.

Dean did not let her go to far before pulling her back, “Hey remember you can tell me anything. Especially if that anything has some sexy and hot involved with it.”

She laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. She bit her lip debating on telling him or not. Sighing she decided the best thing to do was be honest. She pulled the item off the hook, “You know what this is, right?”

He shrugged taking it from her hands, “Sure it’s a whippy thingy.”

She chuckled, “It’s called a Flogger.” (Y/N) paused running her fingers through the straps, “I-I’ve always had the fantasy of one being used on me.”

Looking up she saw Dean’s deep emerald eyes wide, “O-Oh…” he said looking back down at the item in his hand as she took it from him placing it back on the hook.

“There’s something about trusting someone so completely that I would allow them to strike me with something. I… I’ve told anyone that so consider yourself privileged.” She explained tapping his cheek smiling up at him.

Dean let out a shake breath chuckling nervously as he followed her to the register with the outfit he picked out. It was several weeks later that Sam had suddenly decided to go up to Sioux Falls to help Jody and Donna with the girls leaving Dean and (Y/N) the Bunker to themselves.

She was reading in the library when Dean approached her, “Hey sweetheart, do you mind coming with me for a moment?”

She glanced up seeing the nervousness in his body as he fidgeted with the hem of his flannel. Placing her bookmark in her spot she got up following Dean to his bedroom. (Y/N) was shocked to see his room lit up by several candles and brand-new sheets covering his bed. As she looked around that is when she spotted something new hanging from the chair by his desk.

“(Y/N), you’ve made ever fantasy of mine come true by just being with me. Now, I want to make one of your fantasies come true.” She looked over to him hearing how anxious he was.

She walked over to him slipping her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers, “Dean you know that all I ever want is you, right? We don’t have to do anything you’re obviously not comfortable with doing.”

He held her close his hands spreading across her butt squeezing her against him, “I want to give you everything you desire. I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”

His admission made her heart swell and she placed her hands on either side of his face, “Dean Winchester I trust you completely. You won’t hurt me.”

Within a split second, Dean’s lips were smashed against her as he pushed her back towards his bed. She slipped her hands over his shoulders pushing his flannel down his arms. As he pulled his t-shirt over his head, (Y/N) unfastened his belt and pants bringing them down his long legs. She was getting ready to pull his boxers down when he lifted her up playfully tossing her onto the bed.

She let out a yelp giggling as he climbed over her. Dean quickly had her out of her clothes leaving her bare for him to admire. His intense stare was making her anxious and then he got up grabbing the flogger from the chair. (Y/N) could feel her heart racing and her stomach clenching watching Dean staring down at her.

He draped the leather straps over her arm dragging it up and over her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she let out a shaky breath feeling the softness caressing her skin. As he dragged it down her breasts over her stomach she let out a breathy moan opening her eyes slowly. Dean’s full lips were parted as he breathed heavily keeping laser focus on what he was doing.

(Y/N) rolled over onto her stomach lifting her butt up as she got on her knees. She heard Dean take in a sharp breath and then she felt his calloused hand ran over her smooth skin. She shivered when she felt the leather straps draping down her back.

Dean flicked his wrist making the straps roll against her back. He did it a few more times a little hard with each snap but not hard enough to make her flinch or her skin to sting. She looked back over her shoulder seeing him biting down on his lower lip. His hard length straining against his boxers.

“I trust you completely, Dean. You won’t hurt me.” She said encouragingly smiling at him.

He took a deep breath and snap the straps against her skin the sound filling the room. She let out a groan as she gripped the sheets tightly. Dean did it again and she could feel her skin heating up. Dragging it over her rear he snapped the straps against her butt cheek and she called out, “Oh! Oh god…”

The ache between her legs was pulsating with each snap of the flogger against her skin. Dean flicked it against her butt again and a few of the straps hit her slick lips, “Fuck!” she cried out. Dean worked the flogger up and down her back, butt and legs leaving her a panting wounded up mess.

She caught a glimpse of the flogger hitting the ground and felt him grinding his hips against her butt. His hands were running along her blistering skin as if trying to soothe her. She pushed back against him, “Dean, please… I need you now.” She begged.

Seconds later, (Y/N) felt his swollen head pressing against her entrance. As he pushed slowly inside of her, she could not help the long moan erupting from her lips. The way he filled every inch of her perfect was a feeling she was always overwhelmed by. She pushed herself up on her hands as Dean stayed still and she moved along his hard shaft.

“Fuck…” he grunted watching her glide over him with ease. His fingers running down over the marks left on her skin from the flogger.

She gripped the sheets tightly pushing back against him as hard as she could, “Dean… harder…” she said as his hands took firm hold of her hips.

The moment he snapped his hips against her she cried out. His pace was feverish and full of need. Both of them panting and moaning chasing after the same release. Her walls clenched down around him as the pressure within her was on the brink of exploding.

“Shit, shit, (Y/N) I’m coming!” he called out just as her own orgasm hit. She was crying out incoherently as he was riding out his own.

(Y/N) laid flat on the bed as Dean carefully laid beside her kissing her shoulder. “That was…” he began to say.

She finished his sentence before he could, “Awesome. That was awesome. Way better than I could have ever fantasized about.”

She wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He rolled her on top of him and she straddled his hips. (Y/N) could feel him getting hard again and she began to kiss down his neck.

“(Y/N)…” he groaned as she ran her tongue around his nipple.

“You took care of me and now I’m going to return the favor. Consider it a thank you for living out one of my fantasies. Now lay back and enjoy the ride.” She said kissing her way down to his cock running her tongue along it as he moaned his response.

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rieraclaelin · 6 years ago

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This was for the square “Dragging Themselves Along the Ground” for my Bingo board, from @badthingshappenbingo .

I have never really written anything this angsty or violent for Sterek, before. Not that this is super violent, but there is some canon-typical violence, and lots of blood/injuries. So be warned! (and of course, because it’s me, a happy ending!)

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The Attack

Derek stood at the edge of the clearing. Blood and fur and… other things that he’d rather not think about were splattered all around the ground and on his clothes.

The fight had been long and brutal, and Derek still had no idea what it even was they had been fighting. All he knew was that they had claws as sharp as his, and teeth twice as long with a bite that could probably have snapped his arm in two. Luckily, they didn’t seem to need anything special to die. At least, he hoped they didn’t need anything special, Derek thought as he eyed the bodies on the ground.

Derek cracked his neck, then winced at the pain that shot down his back. One of the creatures had managed to get a good bite in at the base of his neck, and another managed to dig its claws into his lower back deep enough that there was sure to be bone showing. He was healing, at least, and the creatures were all dead. Hopefully.

Derek glanced out to the clearing and watched as Stiles limped his way to where Scott was standing. Scott hadn’t arrived until most of the creatures were already dead, and it had been Derek and Stiles on their own. Not that that was uncommon for them anymore since the pack was gone off to college and Scott had himself a new girlfriend.

Derek watched as Scott clamped his hand down on Stiles’ shoulder and ignored Stiles’ wince. Derek wanted to growl, wanted to step up and smack Scott’s hand away, but Stiles had made it plenty clear that he could handle himself. Which he could, but still. Sometimes Derek just wanted to protect him. Not that Stiles needed protecting, actually, but… well, it was all very confusing in Derek’s mind. Much easier to just not think about it, or about how Stiles could make Derek’s heart speed up with just a look.

“That went well,” Scott said. Derek watched Stiles scowl as he shrugged Scott’s hand off his shoulder.

“‘Well’? How was any of that ‘well’? Derek’s spine was almost ripped out of his back, dude! What took you so long to get here?” Stiles said. Derek winced at the reminder, but honestly, the pain was mostly gone by now. A little tightness remained, but that was as easily ignored as the pain earlier.

Scott grinned at Stiles and shrugged. “Sorry, I was on the phone with Megan. Besides,” Scott said with a quick glance towards Derek. Derek tried, he really did, but he couldn’t get rid of the glare on his face. “Derek’s fine, he’s healing. Chill, dude.”

“He shouldn’t even have to be healing! If you would have just answered your phone the first five times we called, this,” Stiles yelled as he waved his arm around, “could have been avoided!”

“Look,” Scott said, “we are all fine. Let’s just-”

“Fine?” Stiles grit out. “How am I fine? My clothes are fucking ruined by all the rips and blood. Which, for the record, a lot of that is mine! My shoulder is already black and blue and probably will be useless for the next week.” This time Derek did growl, and Scott flinched slightly but didn’t look in his direction. “How is that fine? How would you feel if Megan got injured like this?”

Scott flinched harder. “That’s not going to happen, I won’t let her near any of this. She’s just a human.”

“And I’m not?” Stiles said lowly. Derek knew Stiles, knew by the way he was clenching his fists that he was barely hanging on to his anger. Derek was kind of surprised that Scott hadn’t picked up on it yet, but, well. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised.

“You are different. You are in the know, you willingly put yourself into dangerous situations like this all the time.”

“Just… go home, Scott,” Stiles said. Now he just sounded tired, and Derek hated that almost as much as he hated when Stiles sounded in pain.

Scott opened his mouth, but Stiles just shook his head and turned his back to him. Turned to look at Derek. The anger melted off Stiles’ face, turned to concern in a second. Scott slumped his shoulders, darted a quick look in Derek’s direction, then turned and walked away from them both.

Stiles’ shoulders sank, and he sighed as he began walking over to Derek. He tried to give Stiles a reassuring smile, but judging by Stiles’ raised eyebrow, he didn’t succeed.

A low growl sounded from behind Derek, but before he could even brace himself, something sharp swiped across Derek’s back. Derek stumbled as he bit back a cry. Next thing he knew, he was falling towards a tree and Stiles was crying out in pain. Then everything went black.

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Derek groaned as he opened his eyes. He must not have been out long because his back was still on fire, and he could feel himself trying to heal. There was a ringing in his ears, and it took Derek a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t actually ringing, but Stiles’ cries. Derek jerked his head up to look at the clearing and had to shake the blood away as it dripped down to his eyes. There was a creature, one twice the size as what they fought earlier, straddled over Stiles. Stiles was struggling hard, obviously trying to shake it, but his cries were getting weaker, and Derek knew it was only a matter of time before the creature managed to get its claws or teeth into Stiles’ neck.

Derek tried to stand but crashed back down to the ground in pain. It must have been more than a scratch that he got. Judging by how crippling painful his entire back felt, he probably had a few broken bones, not to mention a lot of blood loss. That was an alarming puddle of blood underneath him.

Derek whimpered as he heard Stiles cry out Derek’s name. He pushed his arms in front of him, allowed his claws to come out, and shoved them into the dirt. Slowly he began crawling and dragging himself across the ground, trying to get to Stiles. Growls and whimpers left his mouth as he inched his way closer. Stiles’ cries had slowed down to grunts and whines, and the world around Derek became blurry as tears filled his eyes.

A snarling blur sped in front of Derek and tackled the creature off of Stiles. The snarls sounded familiar, but Derek was too focused on getting to Stiles to try and figure out who it was.

By the time he finally reached him, the snarls had stopped. Derek finally felt strong enough to get up on his hands and knees, and he cradled Stiles’ face. There was so much blood, and he was so, so still. But he was still breathing.

Derek slowly lowered himself into a sitting position and brought Stiles’ head into his lap. He stroked his fingers through Stiles’ hair but eventually had to stop because the blood was matted and he didn’t want to tug on his hair, cause any more pain than what he was already in. Speaking of pain, he really should try to take some from Stiles.

The world was starting to spin and his stomach was rolling when he was startled by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Scott, his face filled with worry.

“Can you stand?” Scott asked Derek. Derek took a deep breath, shook off the dizziness, then took stock of himself. He was still in a lot of pain, but, nothing he wasn’t used to. He could move through the pain. Wasn’t the first time, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Scott carefully picked Stiles up from the ground when Derek nodded, and Derek let out a growl. He wanted to be the one to carry Stiles, wanted to have him close to him so he could hear his heartbeat and feel his breaths. Scott gave him a weird, confused look but handed Stiles over to Derek.

Together they ran out of the woods with Stiles cradled against Derek’s chest, his head resting against Derek’s shoulder. He could hear each shallow breath Stiles took, and he focused on Stiles’ heartbeat as they got closer to the hospital.

“I’ll call mom, have her meet us outside,” Scott said, and Derek nodded. Stiles was starting to groan by the time they got to the hospital, and Melissa was waiting for them in the back. Derek carefully placed Stiles on the gurney, and Melissa lifted the railings.

“Go home and clean yourselves up before coming in. He’s in good hands. I’ll call John once Stiles is taken back. Go,” Melissa said, shooing them with her hands before rolling Stiles inside the hospital.

Thirty minutes later Derek was back at the hospital with John. He had hopped into the shower just long enough to wash the blood away, then put on fresh clothes and left. Scott was nowhere to be found.

Derek paced the waiting room and glanced at the clock every two minutes. Eventually, John called his name and made Derek sit down beside him. It didn’t stop him from watching the clock, but having John’s presence beside him helped ground him a little.

Finally, the doctor came out to see them. Stiles was being transferred to a room. No major broken bones or internal injuries, though he did lose a lot of blood. But he was in stable condition and could receive visitors once he was completely set up in his room.

John and Derek had to wait for another hour before they were finally allowed back to see Stiles. Derek braced himself before he walked in, but it didn’t help. Nothing could have prepared him for how pale and still Stiles looked in the hospital bed, with IVs attached and machines beeping all around him. He could see stitches on Stiles’ cheek and arms, and his neck was turning an ugly color of black and purple.

“We’ve already labeled this as a dog attack,” John said quietly, and Derek nodded. He took a deep breath, then let it out with a shudder when John placed his hand on Derek’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine,” John said, and Derek nodded again.

Derek pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and carefully pulled Stiles’ free hand into his own. He lost track of the amount of time he sat there, rubbing his thumb over and over the top of Stiles’ hand. He was just starting to let himself doze off when he felt a squeeze to his hand. He snapped his eyes open to see Stiles blearily looking at him.

Derek let out a shaky breath as he smiled at Stiles. Stiles gave a wobbly smile back and shifted in the bed, then winced hard. Derek immediately started pulling pain and Stiles sunk back into the bed with a sigh and a smile.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked, voice hoarse. Derek huffed.

“You are asking me if I’m okay when you are the one in the hospital?”

“Yep.”

“I’m fine, Stiles,” Derek said as he shook his head. Stiles hummed as he looked over Derek, then nodded.

“Did you kill it?” Stiles asked as he closed his eyes.

“No. I’m not sure if Scott did, or if he just drove it away.”

“Is he here?” Stiles asked, peeking an eye open to look at Derek. Derek shook his head and Stiles sighed and closed his eye again.

“Do you want me to go, let you get some sleep?” Derek asked quietly, and Stiles tightened his hand around Derek’s.

“No. Please stay?”

Derek squeezed Stiles’ hand back and settled deeper into the chair. Stiles’ breathing became steady and his hand twitched in Derek’s as he fell asleep. John walked in a moment later with coffee for both himself and Derek. Derek thanked him, took a sip of his coffee, then finally dozed off.

Derek woke up later to the feeling of Stiles’ thumb running over his hand, and he opened his eyes to see Stiles staring at him. He was more alert and had clearly been awake for a while.

“Hi,” Stiles said when Derek caught his eye.

“Hi,” Derek replied quietly. Stiles smiled softly at Derek, a smile that Derek had only seen a small amount of times, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“So,” Stiles began, staring hard at Derek. “Being in the hospital fucking sucks, and being hurt sucks even more. But, it did make me realize something.”

“What?” Derek asked as his heart started pounding in his chest.

“I don’t know about you, but, I’m kind of tired of dancing around whatever we are,” Stiles said as he waved his other hand between the two of them.

“Yeah,” Derek said. Stiles gave him that small smile again, and Derek knew he’d become addicted to that smile, and quickly.

“Good,” Stiles said. “How do you feel about dinner and a movie?”

Derek huffed a quiet laugh. “As long as you are with me, I feel good about it.”

Stiles brought Derek’s hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss against it. Derek opened his hand and cupped the side of Stiles’ face, and Stiles pressed deeper into Derek’s hand and sighed.

“Good,” Stiles said again, and yeah, Derek agreed. Good.

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theriversarebroken · 5 years ago

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Gone

Completed the first bingo square for @badthingshappenbingo!!

It features characters from my own original story, The Covenant that Fell.

Juno belongs to me and Rae belongs to @snakesonawave (who is doing her own bad things bingo!!)

Juno tried as best as she could to cover her head as the downpour of rain began. Despite its intensity, Juno decided it would be best if she continued moving. She needed to get to the camp, she was close enough. She’d already been delayed a full day due to traveling off the trail she needed to. The foot traffic had grown too heavy for her to be comfortable. If she was delayed another day, she’d catch hell from a multitude of people. One in particular.

“You mean Rae. That’s who you’d catch hell from.” Dillion materialized next to Juno, the rain immediately dampening and flattening her hair. Juno looked over at her with tired eyes. The energy she did have wouldn’t be used for a rebuttal. Although it was comforting to have another person next to her. “I know my opinion is not always the best,” Juno scoffed, her eyes already mid-roll before Dillion could finish. “But I believe delaying your travels until the rain ends would be best. You won’t get there any faster if you’re dead.” Dillion held up her own arm, the clothing soaked through to her skin. Juno ignored her.

“I’ll be fine.” she stopped moving and glanced up at the sky, darkened by clouds. Maybe Dillion was right, it didn’t look like it’d be letting up anytime soon. Stopping here and now made her realize just how tired she’d become.

“Are you aware that you’re shivering?” Dillion added. Juno looked down at herself, now aware of the sensation. “Maybe we should stop?” her voice now edged into concern, as did her expression. Despite Juno wanting to admit it, Dillion knew more than she’d let on. She could feel Juno’s exhaustion, her body’s pains, the scratching of the corruption at the back of her skull extremely present. Juno tried to take another step and found Dillion’s hand on her shoulder.

“Juno…”

“Where?” she asked, her voice more and more exhausted with each word. “Unless you want to put up the oilskin?” as the words left Juno’s mouth, Dillion pulled the bag off of Juno’s back and got to work. Before long, Dillion had put the oilskin up and set one down on the ground. She’d also set out Juno’s bedroll. The last of her rations were sitting out, too. Dillion didn’t do things like this often, but when she did it was comforting surprise.

“Eat and use what little energy you have to call the camp on that crystal you’ve been neglecting.” with that final remark, Juno was left alone at the camp. She grabbed the crystal that hung around her neck, in disbelief she’d managed to forget about it. It was a new way of communication that was still in the works. But it was better than letters that would arrive shortly after, or before, you did. Juno sat on the bed roll, after she cast a spell to dry her clothes, and placed some bread in her mouth. She anxiously fiddled with the crystal as she chewed and as she thought of the things she’d missed.

Eventually, Juno finished her food, simply staring at that crystal. She was curious to see it work, on her own, without the guidance of Sam or Sorina. Not even Lavinia was there to assist her magically. She felt… a surge of nervousness. What if she reached out and no one answered? Was it because they didn’t know how, or no one was there? She was tempted to just reach the camp on foot and go from there. Being able to see for herself would be better than leaving it up to her imagination.

Just call. It’s better to have an idea of a situation over none at all. Dillion spoke up, though remained in Juno’s head. We wouldn’t be walking in blind. Not completely.

“How about after a rest? I’ll have more energy for the connection.” Juno spoke aloud. She placed the crystal back around her neck and laid down. Though it took Juno a while to settle in, she drifted off almost immediately.

When she woke next, there was only the soft sounds of rain falling from the trees. It no longer hammered down upon the oilskin. Sunlight still poked through the trees. Juno sat up, a moment for herself before Dillion stirred as well. She began working on the the bedroll, but Dillion clearing her throat made her stop.

Time to call~ she sang it to Juno and pulled a laugh from her lips. It helped ease the tension in her chest. It’s gonna be fine, I can guarantee you.

“You can’t, but it’s appreciated.” Juno sat on the partially rolled bedroll and grabbed the crystal again. She remembered what Sam had taught her, that it took immense concentration until the other individual connected, then it was a shared concentration. Juno held it with both of her hands, and began her focus. Right now, she was glad she allowed herself to rest first, it would’ve been too difficult.

It took a few moments, but eventually Juno felt at ease. A moment more, and she heard Rae’s voice.

“Juno?? Is that you??” She sounded like she was right next to Juno, and her voice almost brought tears to her eyes. It was unbelievable how much she missed just her voice.

“Yes. Yes, love, it’s me.” Juno pressed the crystal to the center of her forehead, thankful these were invented. Strange? Of course. But useful? Absolutely. “H… how are things?” her voice shook, unsure exactly of what to say.

“Things are okay. We’ve just been waiting for you to arrive, we’ve-- I’ve been worried.” Rae’s voice had softened with concern and Juno smiled at it.

“Yeah, yeah things have been okay. I just had to take a longer-- I had to get off the road. Too many people were on it for me to reach the camp comfortably.” she ran her thumb over the crystal and sighed. “I should be there later today.” Juno peered out from the cover, up at the sky. “I wouldn’t have finished the trip in the rain. Dillion insisted I stop.” “As she does.” Rae chuckled. “I’m glad to hear you’re safe. We’ll be seeing you soon?”

“Sooner rather than later… I just have to--” Juno paused when she heard the cracking of a branch. Her attention was taken from the sky to the wood. Her eyes scanned while her heartbeat picked up.

“Juno?” Rae called. Juno replied with a hush and began to stand. She waited and focused on the sounds around her, listened to what it might have been and could be. When there wasn’t another sign or sound, Juno cautiously sat again. But that didn’t mean she let her guard down.

“I thought--” Just as she began to speak, something crashed through the top of the oilskin and landed on top of her. It slammed her to the ground and knocked the crystal away. She tried to turn onto her stomach, to grab the crystal, but the creature’s knotted fingers dug into her back and dragged her back. She heard, just barely, Rae call her name. Juno tried again, ignoring the claws that dug into her skin. Rather than drag her back, the palm smashed the crystal into the rock. When it lifted, she saw it shattered, along with any hope of calling for help.

Juno used her free hand to grab the blade on her hip. Once it rolled her onto her back, Juno sliced. She wasn’t sure what she was fighting, so she wasn’t completely sure of what she hit, but it was enough to get the creature to screech in pain. Juno scrambled out from under it, and reached back. She was looking for a bow, but was grasping at air. She silently cursed herself for not having brought her bow. Anonymity was more important than safety apparently.

By the time Juno realized all she had to arm herself was a dagger, was the time the creature had dealt with its pain. Both watched the other. The closer she looked, the more she realized this was a mortal being, dripping in Corruption. Their form had grown distorted, long, and abnormal. Their fingers looked as sharp as daggers, mouth twisted with jagged teeth that opened far too wide to be normal. Juno paled at this. It normally took more than one person to take one of these down, all armed with more than just a dagger.

“Dillion.” Juno called.

I see it. She responded. Magic will help.

Juno placed the dagger back into her sheath just before the creature lunged for her. A palm of fire was buried into its chest, but Juno was still slammed down. It hopped off of her and lunged again, too quickly for Juno’s head to clear of its haze. Its mouth closed around her shoulder and dug its teeth deep into her skin. She screamed and wrapped her hands around its head. Ice began to form and crystallize. It dug into its skin, black blood seeping from the wounds. As a response one of the creature’s fingers buried themselves into Juno’s forearm. She watched as she saw them go in one end and out the other. Painfully, one of her hands was pulled from its head.

Juno sucked in a breath as tears began to fill her eyes. She felt the creature’s other hand wrap around the only hand she had left to defend herself. Though she fought and was able to keep a hand on its head for a while, Juno felt its nails begin to dig in. She could feel them moving deeper through her skin, and soon both of her hands would be useless. She decided her drop her hand from its head. While it caused her more pain, and gave the creature a deeper bite, she was able to grab the dagger on her hip. She swung it back and buried it into the creature’s shoulder. She buried it so deeply she was sure she felt the hilt touch skin. It was enough to cause the creature to recoil, pull away with a deafening screech. It’s hands tore from her skin, leaving bright red streaks.

Juno scrambled away, her hand held over the profusely bleeding wound. She could already feel the blood seeping through her clothes, she could already feel weaker. Juno blinked hard as she watched the creature rip the blade from its flesh, stare at the blade, and toss it aside. It would pounce again. Juno wasn’t sure she’d be able to fight it off this time.

“Dillion…” Juno drowsily called. She prayed the Goddess heard her, she needed the help this time. She felt Dillion grow alert, more active.

Juno-- Dillion saw the situation and felt Juno’s strength draining yet again. What is it you need?

“Assistance.” As the creature lunged, Dillion was there to easily slam it to the ground.

“Go, Juno.” Dillion held the monster down, easily ignoring its claws scratching her skin. Juno took no time to question or dispute her words. She stumbled over rock and root alike, having to catch herself more than once. Her eyesight began to blur the further she went and her feet began to feel like stone. Just as she thought she was clear of the creature, she felt something sharp on her back. Juno was sent down to the ground, so fast she couldn’t put her arms out to stop her head from cracking against rock. Rather than blurry eyesight, it all went white, then black, then color began to ebb in once more.

The last thing she saw was Dillion fight the creature, then darkness. When her vision returned, Dillion’s hand was on her shoulder, giving her a shake. Perhaps she was calling her name, but Juno heard nothing. She tried to speak, to say something to her, but her vision turned black once again.

When Juno found consciousness once again night had fallen upon the forest. Her eyelids felt heavy and sticky, wanting to stay shut. Her body felt like rocks and it felt like she had the sky on her back when she sat up. Her arms shook, but eventually Juno was up. She sat for a moment, her breath heavy. She felt like death.

“Dillion?” Juno croaked, her throat dry. She waited for a moment then a moment more. “Dillion are you there?” she tried again. But when Dillion didn’t respond, Juno assumed she was resting after the fight. With a single moment more to prepare herself, Juno began walking. It wasn’t as easy as she’d hoped it was, but at least she was able to move. And as she moved, she felt an ebbing pain begin to grow in her forearm, specifically in the place she took Jo’s corruption. The pain in her back grew beyond the pain of claw marks. It hurt specifically in the places she’d taken on corruption of her own. Pains like this hadn’t come in a long time.

The entire time on her travel, she reached out to Dillion. It usually took her no longer than a few hours to hear her again. Unless Dillion used all her power, then it took much longer. Juno felt a storm of fear brew in her chest. With the growing pains from the corruption and the lack of communication from Dillion, the fear grew with each step she took.

Eventually, Juno saw light. Not light from the sun, but light from torches. Torches staked in the ground and torches being held by guards making rounds. She was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, unsure of who exactly would be there. She had no time to worry. She was losing too much blood to worry. When she reached the outskirts, one torch had become several. Her mind was flooded with the fog of blood loss and the mist of pain. Suddenly there was a sharp pain throughout her entire body, that carried from the center of her body, to the base of her skull. She fell to one of her knees then tried to stand and collapsed completely. She heard others calling for help and heard the stomping of boots coming in her direction.

She recognized one voice out of the crowd.

“Juno…” it was Rae, by her side, hand on her hand. “Goddesses, Juno…” her eyes looked over Juno’s entire body, taking in the damage. Juno tried to reach a hand up to Rae’s chest, but found another bolt of pain shoot through her core once again. She screamed, her back arched in unbelievable pain. Rae moved her hands to either side of Juno’s face. The corruption on her arm pulsated and Rae’s eyes widened.

“Dillion…” Juno managed to spit out, her eyes shut. “She’s…” Juno’s hands shook as tears fell from her eyes. “I can’t hear her…”

#the covenant that fell #original story #communication suddenly cut off #fictional writing #fantasy #juno edwards #rae mori

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wantonlywindswept · 6 years ago

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whump bingo prompts?

awrite awrite awriiiteeeee

Got my bingo card, and I am ready to start inflicting some pain. :D

Looking for prompts from current and a couple old fandoms, pairings or individuals:

Dishonored - Corvo/Daud, Thomas/Geoff, open to p much anything else but those pairings/characters tend to get my immediate attention

Overwatch: Reaper/76 where it isn’t one whumping the other

Pacific Rim: Herc/Stacker

MCU: Steve/Bucky

Shadowhunters: Alec/Magnus

If you wanna just prompt a square and a name or something, that’s cool; if you wanna give an idea with it that’d be fab too. Like ‘Dishonored - Connor - Dislocated Joint - he’s one of the ones caught by the Overseers during the Surge’.

Decided to put up a list of what’s been taken and with what, and put some links in for the more obscure tropes. So if you requested something and it didn’t get picked, feel free to go for another square!

Thwarted Escape: Dishonored - Thomas/Geoff

Pinned Down By Wreckage - Overwatch: Reaper/76

Forced to Watch - Shadowhunters: Alec/Magnus

Hiding an Injury - Dishonored: Corvo/Daud

Deadly Game - Dishonored: Daud

Nerve Damage- Overwatch: Reaper/76

Dislocated Joint - Dishonored: Connor

I Have You Now, My Pretty - Overwatch: Reaper/76

Attempted Rape

Compelling Voice - Dishonored: Corvo/Daud

The Collector - Shadowhunters: Alec/Magnus

Used in Sacrifice/Ritual - Dishonored: Corvo

If I Can't Have You

Dragging Themselves Along the Ground - Dishonored: Thomas/Geoff

Heatstroke

Tied to a Chair - Dishonored: Corvo/Daud

Fevers - Pacific Rim: Herc/Stacker

Clawing at Own Throat

Truth Potion/Serum - Dishonored: Thomas/Geoff

Grabbed by the Hair - MCU: Steve/Bucky

Raspy Breathing - Dishonored: Thomas/Geoff

Self-Loathing - Dishonored: Thomas/Geoff

Bloody Nose - Dishonored: Corvo

Ambush - Dishonored: Corvo/Geoff

Pleading - Overwatch: Reaper76

#corvo x daud #reaper76 #team hot dads #stucky #malec #thomas x geoff #writing prompts #fic ideas #will rebagel this at various points #feeeeed meeeeeee #also just gonna go ahead and tag #cinaea #bae u kno what i liek <333

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hannahindie · 7 years ago

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Breathe - Part 7 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader Series Warnings: Fatal illness, character death, blood, canon violence, language, eventual smut, kidnapping. Word Count: 2,072 Square Filled: Fatal Illness Summary: Y/N, Dean, and Sam find themselves in an impossible situation, and Y/N remembers a conversation that might just save them. A/N: This is the seventh and final part of my SPN Angst Bingo Card series, hosted by @spnangstbingo. I have absolutely adored writing this and sharing it with you, and I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have. Thank you for all the kind words and shares and love ya’ll have sent my way.

My beautiful twinny, @pinknerdpanda: “ MOTHERFUCKING DAMMIT HANNAH!“ (I’m still laughing, I’m sorry, twinny.)

And my dear, sweet angel baby @masksandtruths: “ Frickin frack Hannah!”

Thanks go to them for helping a girl out so that her words make sense. I owe a lot to both of you.

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It’s funny what comes to mind when you know you're getting ready to die. There’s this nudge, almost a tickle of a memory, and I can almost grab it. It's right there, a shadow of something important that I need to remember. I've almost got it when I feel someone shake my shoulder.

I want to ignore it, because whatever this is, it's important, like live saving important, but the shake comes again, this time with a familiar, rumbling voice, and whatever it is that I'm trying to remember slips out of my grasp.

“C’mon, just...let me sleep, huh?” I mumble, moving my head away from whoever is touching me.

“Y/N, you gotta wake up.” It's Dean, and I feel his palm against my cheek. “Please, we have to get out of here.”

I open my eyes slowly, the drugs still dulling my senses, “Why...how'd you get here? She sent you to a gas station…” I shake my head and his hand moves to my neck as he takes in my bruised face.

“I can tell when something is up. You'd never ask me to come get you like that, even if you were wrong to leave.”

“It's a trap, there are at least five of them...how'd you find me?” Nothing is making sense, and I'm beginning to think it's not really Dean; someone is impersonating him as a cruel joke on a dying girl.

“Sam tracked your phone.” He moves around and starts working on the knotted ropes, “Dumbass outside still had it turned on, so we followed it straight here.” My arms fall free but I don't have the energy to do much more than let them dangle. He moves around to my ankles, “What happened? Why did you leave?”

“I...I don't know,” I sigh, “I heard you praying. Cas isn't coming, and I just...I couldn't let you watch me waste away. Cancer is hateful, Dean. It’ll take over everything until there's nothing left. I couldn't do that to you.”

He looks up at me, his eyes shining, “That's not your decision to make. I would rather be by your side until the end than to lose what little time we have left-”

“How touching.” Margaret’s southern drawl interrupts, “I wish I had more time to watch this little show, but there is revenge to be had.” I look up to see her in the doorway, her eyes narrowed as she stares at us. She jerks her chin and Dean is flung across the room and into the wall. He hits the floor with a strangled grunt then struggles to his knees.

“You've got to have more fight in you than that. Are you gonna fight for your girl or not?”

“Listen, bitch-” he's cut off by a flick of her wrist, choking as she forces him against the wall.

“I don't think I will.” She whistles, and a different giant guy walks in with Sam shoved in front of him, his arms tied. “Because see, we caught your little surprise. I'm a demon, not an idiot.”

“That's debatable,” I mumble, and almost instantly she's standing in front of me. She smacks me hard across the face and my body goes one direction while the chair flies in the other. I hit the ground and immediately begin gasping for air.

“Wanna say that again?” I can't answer, the only sound I can make is a wet gargle from the blood flooding my mouth. I spit and even she gasps at the sight. “What's wrong with you? I barely touched you.” She looks at Dean, “What's wrong with her?” He narrows his eyes at her, and she tightens the grip around his throat. “It doesn't matter, because I've got her and Sammy boy to torture you with. God, I have been waitin’ for this. We all have been waitin’ for this.”

As if waiting on a signal, at least a dozen demons appear from various doorways and adjacent rooms, and both Sam and Dean’s eyes widen in alarm. A dozen is too many, even on a good day. I can feel their fear, and like some sort of key, it unlocks the memory I have been struggling to grab on to.

“Cas, what is this?” He walks over to where I'm sitting in the library, cataloging old books I found in the bunker’s dungeon. They were hidden away, locked in an old chest, but if I am anything like the boys I grew up with or the man I eventually came to know as my father, my curiosity and need to know overpowers any lock, rusty though it may be.

The book I am referring to is ancient, and though Cas is teaching me Enochian, it's far beyond what I know. Even he has to squint at it for a moment as he tries to decipher it.

“It appears to be a protection sigil.”

I tilt my head as I look at it, “I've never seen a protection symbol that looks like that. What's it for?”

Cas runs his hand over it, tracing the beautiful lines as he stares at it, “It is not like the protection sigils we use normally. This is far more violent towards the caster. It is essentially used in the most desperate of situations. If one were to carve this onto their person and activate it using their own blood, it would destroy any threat within a hundred yard radius.”

I raise a brow, “How does it know what to destroy and what to keep safe?”

“The love of the caster would protect them...at a cost.”

“What kind of cost?” Cas looks at me and I know before he responds what the answer is. “Their life, right?”

He nods, “Yes, unfortunately that is true.” He closes the book and places it back into the trunk. “I think that book goes in the restricted section.”

I laugh, “Was that a Harry Potter reference?”

He frowns, “I do not understand what you mean…”

The memory fades away, the only thing remaining the stark outline of the sigil, burned into my memory.

Oh, this is gonna suck.

I reach down to my boot, praying that they had forgotten to check everywhere, and that none of them notice me moving around. For a second, my hope is gone. Then my fingers brush the smooth, worn bone handle and I sigh in relief, slipping it from the hidden sheath.

The next few seconds feel like hours. All I can feel is a stinging pain, like my stomach is on fire as I cut into myself. It isn’t deep, but I struggle to keep going, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I force myself to continue. That’s the thing about dying; if you know it’s going to happen anyway, doing one last mostly unselfish act is worth it.

I focus on what I’m saving. Memories flood my mind as I try to distract myself; Dean doctoring my scrapes the time I was jumping from car to car in the junkyard and slipped off the hood of a rusted out Ford, helping Sam with his homework whenever Dean and John were gone and we were left to our own devices at Bobby’s, Dean dressing up and taking me out to a giant field full of lightning bugs when my prom date ditched me, and turning up the music in the Impala so we’d have something to dance to. That’s one of my favorite memories, because it’s also the night Dean and I first kissed. Hell, the first time I kissed anyone. It was a sweet, innocent moment, just Dean wanting me to have a nice night after some asshole tried to ruin it, but thinking back I think that’s the moment that I began to look at Dean differently. Late nights in libraries with Sam while we researched, the first time I ever saw the bunker….last night. Of course, I save the best memory for last.

As I make the last, painful swipe, I close my eyes and think of him, how warm he is, how he’s all rough edges and soft skin, green eyes that shift from a bright, almost emerald to a moss depending on the light and what he’s wearing. How he smells like gunpowder and whiskey and mint toothpaste. I connect the last line and release a shaky breath. Now for the hard part.

I shift onto my knees and spit again, the blood a bright, ruby red against the dirty floor. I take as deep a breath as I can manage and force myself to stand, stumbling slightly as I get to my feet. For a second, everything is doubled and I blink a couple of times to try to clear my vision. I look towards Dean and he’s shaking his head, his eyes on the knife in my hand. He doesn’t know what I’m going to do, he isn’t aware of the conversation I had with Cas, but I think he knows this can’t end well regardless of what I’m getting ready to do. I swipe my arm across my chin in an attempt to wipe away the blood now freely dripping from my mouth and Margaret turns around to look at me. Several of the demons step forward as if they’re going to stop me and she holds up a hand.

“Nah, I wanna see what she thinks she’s gonna do.” She smirks, but I see it falter when she sees that my shirt is also bloody. “What do you think you’re doin’?”

I grip the knife tighter and ignore her, moving my gaze over her shoulder to where Sam and Dean are. I lock eyes with Sam first, and he frowns, his eyes wide.

“Y/N…”

“It’s okay...everything’s going to be alright. I love you, big guy.”

“Love you too, short stuff,” he chokes out as a giant tear rolls down his cheek. I’m not sure which is worse, the tear, or the fact that he actually says I love you back to me.

I shift my gaze to Dean and smile, “Cas is gonna save us after all.”

His eyes widen as I lift my shirt up to reveal the sigil, “Y/N, what...what is that? What are you doing?”

I drag the knife along my palm, then let it fall from my hand. It hits the floor with a clatter, and Dean cringes, though he keeps his eyes locked with my mine. “It's okay...I'm not alone, Dean. I never was.”

“No!” I’ve never heard so much pain in a single syllable, and for a split second, I reconsider my plan. But I know better; it’s either I die and the Winchesters live, or we all die. I close my eyes and press my palm to the sigil. A white hot wave of energy courses through me and before everything goes totally white, I see the demons writhing in pain, light shooting from their eyes and mouths, a lot like when Cas smites someone.

It’s finally over.

Dean,

I'm sorry I just left, but it's the best way for this to end. You have seen so much, have had so much taken away...I can't make you watch this, too. Don't be angry at Cas for not answering; he's got his own battles, and honestly, I'm ready for mine to be over.

Finding my way back to you was the best thing that's happened to me in the past year. I was so scared and alone and angry, but then you came along and made it bearable. I wish I could have been more honest with you about being sick...but you guys made me forget. It was nice not to be sick and dying, at least for awhile.

I love you, Dean. I know it's hard for you to say it, but I know. You show me every day. You are patient and funny and kind...even when I don't deserve it. You have so much love in you, please don't let this take it away. The world deserves to know your heart, and you deserve to be happy.

Anyway, by the time you see this, I'll be gone. Remember what tonight was like, okay? That's how I want you to remember me. That's the kind of love I want you to fight for.

Love you, Deano.

Y/N

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 7 years ago

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Enough

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Danneel Ackles, JJ Ackles, Mark Hall (omc), unnamed models and PAs.

Pairing: Jenneel AU (Fitness instructor!Jensen x Model!Danneel)

Square Filled: Fitness Instructor!Jensen

Warnings: Unhealthy body images, Douchebag photographer, language, slight violence.

Word Count: 1900ish

A/N: Wohoo here we go this is my first piece for @spnaubingo and what better way to start off than with my favorite pairing. It was a little scary though since I never written them in AU before. Fingers crossed I didn’t mess them up too badly.

Thanks to my annoying but lovable lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

SPN AU BINGO MASTERLIST

Danneel stood in the doorway to her daughter’s room watching Jensen struggle to get their daughter dressed for bed. Jensen had a lot of energy and was always doing something. Still he struggled to keep up with their energetic almost two year old.

He was amazing with her though and Danneel loved watching them together and as she did she thought back to when she had first met Jensen.

She had just gotten the gig of her life back then. A spread along with three other girls doing a spread for Sports Illustrated. They didn’t just want the models to pose working out. They wanted them to actually be doing it. Exercising while looking pretty is not an easy task, which the agency knew. That’s where Jensen Ackles came into the picture.

Danneel had worked with fitness instructors before but she had never worked with anyone like him. It wasn’t about getting the girls to look a certain way or even about the work outs itself to him. It was about being healthy and having fun doing so. It was the best 4 weeks of her life and after the shoot was over Danneel got an extended contract with the magazine, but that wasn’t the best part.

“I got a 1 year contract,” Danneel was all but bouncing as she saw Jensen back on the set after having went to the side to talk with her agent.

“Congratulations. You did a great job,” Jensen answered her, but something seemed off. He didn’t seem happy for her. He was usually cocky and dorky. Normally he was all smiles around her and Danneel had thought that maybe he liked her, but the way he was behaving now made her rethink that.

“Are you working on other shots for the magazine?” she tried. Hopefully either way he would get the hint she would like to see him again, without having to ask.

“Sometimes. I don’t know when though,” Jensen didn’t meet her eyes and Danneel struggled to not burst into tears. She had really liked this guy, but apparently she had been nothing more than a job to him.

“Well it was nice knowing you then,” Danneel decided to cut her losses and she spun around on her heel. She couldn’t get away from the set fast enough. She didn’t want anyone to see her crying over some guy, especially not people she would have to work with for at least a year.

“Hey wait,” Danneel didn’t get more than a few steps before Jensen’s hand gently closed around her arm. He released her the second, she turned around and the same hand that had been on her arm seconds ago was now rubbing the back of his neck. He shifted slightly on his feet, still not meeting her eyes causing Danneel to frown, wondering what the hell was going on with him.

“I was… I thought that maybe…” Jensen stuttered, “would you like to go out sometime? On a date I mean. With me?”

Danneel stifled a giggle, but she couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across her face. “I would love too.”

“Yeah?” Jensen’s eyes met hers for the first time and the smile he sent her completely took her breath away. Somehow she knew this was the start of something lasting and beautiful.

Danneel smiled to herself as she remembered the first date and the ones after that. She remembered training for Tough Mudder with him, but competing with her friends against him and his. She remembered how smug she had been dancing around him when she had beat him at his own game and how he had just grabbed her and kissed her, causing her to forget everyone and everything around them.

She remembered him randomly proposing to her as they were stretching after a run and how tears had flown from her eyes as she kisses him, saying yes over and over again. She remembered throwing up everyday when they made it home from their honeymoon, thinking it was something she had or a bug she had caught on their vacation. It wasn’t until Jensen sheepishly had handed her a pregnancy test, the thought she might be expecting had occurred to her.

Of course he was right and Danneel immediately quit her job. She knew as soon as she started showing they would fire her anyway, but she didn’t care. She was happier than she had ever been, growing, glowing and completely and utterly in love.

It had always been Danneel’s plan to go back to work and Jensen had helped her get in shape. Just like always it hadn’t been a task or something she felt she needed to do. He made it fun and somehow he managed to involve their giggling, dancing and jumping daughter JJ in most of their activities.

Danneel had been excited to return to work, but something her way of thinking had shifted when she became a mom.Now all she saw were the horrible sides of the business. She witnessed how some of the other models counted carbs and worse than that talked about best ways to make themselves throw up after a meal. She head the rumors and whispers being spread amongst the staff of the photoshoot about the other models and Danneel couldn’t help but wonder what was being said about her when she wasn’t listening.

Worst of all was the photographer, Mark Hall and how he grabbed her and all the other models. He moved them and touched them anywhere to mold them into his image of the perfect picture. He talked to them as if they were nothing but eye candy and were beneath him somehow.

When Danneel was the only one there asked him to keep his hands to himself, he turned on her. He kept telling her how she looked fat from different angles. He told her to suck in her stomach or raise her chin, cause no one wanted to see her extra chins.

Usually Danneel had a thick skin against stuff like that but it all got too much and she had never been happier when Jensen unexpectedly walked onto set during one of the breaks.

“I missed you too honey,” Jensen laughed, wrapping his free arm around her before handing her the frappuccino he brought her and her face split in a big smile.

“I thought you might need that. First day back and all,” Jensen winked, sitting down next to her outside her trailer, enjoying the warmth of the sun. He was sitting a little lower than her and out of view from anyone who walked up from behind the trailers.

“Are you sure you wanna drink that? Not like you need the extra fat, darling,” Mark’s voice sounded as he appeared behind the trailers.

“But if you need help working it off, I’ll be in the shower,” he sent a smirk that made her skin crawl, but before she could say anything Jensen was on his feet, creating a wall between them with his body.

“What the fuck did you just say to my wife?” Jensen’s voice was low and ominous and Danneel hurried to his side, putting her hand on his arm, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Sorry man. Didn’t realize she was taken,” Mark replied giving Jensen a grin, before his eyes traveled back to Danneel, looking her up and down.

“What the fuck does that matter?” Jensen growled, clearly surprising Mark. “Also she is not taken. She is not a thing and you got no fucking right to treat her or any other woman like that.”

“Jensen,” Danneel tugged his arm slightly, but Mark was not smart enough to back down.

“Oh come on man. It’s just us and her here. No one marries a model for their brains. I bet she is good lay huh?”

Danneel had never felt anger like she felt in that moment. It wasn’t about how he spoke of her. She had been called worse in her time in the industry. Frankly she had dealt with worse than Mark too and always managed to push it down somehow. What angered her so much was his blatant disrespect of her relationship with Jensen. How he presumed to know anything about the two of them and how he acted as if Jensen was like him.

Danneel weren’t even sure what happened but before she knew it, Mark was on the ground, pressing his hand against his bloodied nose and Danneel was holding her sore fist with her other hand.

“You bitch! You’re fired,” Mark roared at her, looking rather pathetic scrabbling on the ground to get back up.

“I quit!” Danneel hissed back at him, before grabbing her gobsmacked husband’s hand dragging him back towards the parking space

“Holy shit,” Jensen tugged her hand, making her stop when they had gotten well out of ear and eyeshot. “Baby are you okay?” Jensen checked her hand, while Danneel was still fuming, but the impressed look in his eyes when they met her, made her calm down and even laugh along with him.

“Remind me to never piss you off,” Jensen chuckled, pulling her against his chest and Danneel closed her eyes rested her head against his heart. This was where she was happy now. Not in front of a camera, pretending to be something she wasn’t anymore.

Danneel was pulled from her thoughts when her little girl started calling for her and she smiled, walking across the room. She crawled into bed with her husband and daughter, gently stroking the little girl's hair while Jensen read out loud to them both of them.

“I’m gonna call my agent tomorrow and see of I can get out of my contract,” Danneel spoke just above a whisper when JJ had fallen asleep. The little girl was lying completely on top of her dad, while Danneel was resting her head against his chest, her legs tangled with his.

“You sure? You shouldn’t let one dickbag ruin something you love for you,” Jensen answered her, kissing the top of her head, making her smile.

“I’m not. I don’t love it anymore. He is not the first person to treat me like that and he won’t be the last if I go back. That’s not the example I wanna set for her,” Danneel gently ran her finger’s through JJ’s hair.

“She should grow up, knowing she deserves to be treated by every man like her dad treats everyone around him,” Danneel looked up at Jensen, “how will she learn that if I accept men and women walking all over me everyday for a paycheck we don’t need right now?”

“Dee…” Jensen started but Danneel just hushed him, pressing her lips against his.

“I’ll find something I love again. For now I am happy,” Jensen’s eyes sparkled with her words and he leaned down to kiss her again.

“If you’re sure?” Jensen pushed making her shake her head at him with a smile, before she rested her head back down against his heart, resting her hand on her little girl’s back.

“I’m sure,” Danneel sighed, relaxing completely when she felt his hold on her tighten a little. Danneel had never been more certain of anything in her entire life. Jensen made her happy. She was healthy and strong, with him she knew she was staying that way. She wasn’t sure what the future had in store for her, but she knew as long as she was with the love of her life and their beautiful little girl, it would be something amazing.

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potestessemagishomosexualitatis · 5 years ago

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Bingo Card Update!

Where have the blue circles gone? They are unnecessary because my bingo is now locked in. I will be completing the fourth column, from “Dragging Themselves Along The Ground” to “Prisoner Exchange”, and the next four fics I post will all be prompts in that line.

If you want to request any of the remaining prompts, you can send me an ask with the following:

One or more prompt squares above (or none if you don’t mind what prompt I use). Each fic can only count once for the final bingo but I’m happy to try and combine multiple prompts.

Characters you want to see included. I’m happy to include the main four, Deceit and Remy. Requests for Remus, Emile and Character!Thomas will be considered on a case-by-case basis as I’m less comfortable writing them.

What roles you want the characters to play (victim/hurtee, comforter, or villain).

Ships - between any of the characters listed above (barring r*mr*m), including polyships. I will assume all ships requested are hurtee/comforter unless you request otherwise.

Whether you want a guaranteed happy ending. (Most of my fics end happily anyway, but if unhappy endings are a problem let me know.)

I reserve the right to combine similar or compatible prompts together into one fic. Please be aware that new prompts will probably take me over a month to complete at this point (there are a lot of circles on that grid!).

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justreputationnoexplanation · 8 years ago

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Made, Kept, and Fulfilled - RvB Bingo War

So this is another entry from me, this time for the Hurt/Comfort square. Still going for RED TEAM (even if it a story about blues)

“We don’t need the act, you know.”

Wash started, turning his head towards the doorway, where Tucker stood, looking awkward and uncomfortable.

Wash opened his mouth, intending to ask what Tucker meant by that, but before he could, Tucker continued.

“Alright, Caboose does, and maybe the Reds, but don’t bullshit me, dude. We’ve crashed I don't even know where, Carolina’s gone, Church left us again, and we can’t get the radio working to call for help. This is one of the worst ways going back to Blood Gulch could have gone, and you are acting like everything is guaranteed to somehow work out okay. All optimistic about an imminent rescue, and we just have to ration supplies until it gets here, and try and make contact to speed it up.”

By this point, Tucker had fully stepped into the room, tone going from unreadable to angry.

“Caboose may be dumb enough to believe that at face value, but I’m not. Tell whatever lies and well-intentioned half-truths you want later, but here and now, be honest with me.”

Tucker moved closer to Wash, who stood up, trying to decide if he should move closer to Tucker to offer some form of comfort, or farther away to protect himself from Tucker’s angry words.

“How likely are we to actually be rescued? How likely is it that Church and Carolina come back? How likely is it that I ever get to even talk to my son again; because at this point I doubt if I’ll ever get to actually see him again? How fucking likely is it that all Junior will remember about me is that I kept breaking promises? That I never came back for him?” Tucker stopped then, out of breath from screaming.

“Tucker, I...” Wash began, but before he could continue, Tucker made a noise like a choked off sob, and stepped even closer to Wash, pulling him into a hug.

“I just want to see my son again. Is that so much to ask? Have I really not done enough, suffered enough, for the universe to even allow me that?” Tucker mumbled into Wash’s neck, words muddled with tears. Wash awkwardly placed his arms around Tucker’s shoulders, holding the other man close as he cried.

“Tucker, I can’t... I won’t promise that you will ever see Junior again, because I really don’t know if any of us will make it off of this planet alive, but I can promise that I will do everything in my power to see that you do.” Wash swore aloud, but in his head he vowed that no matter what he had to do, what he had to sacrifice, he would make sure Tucker got to go back to his son.

“Tucker! Tucker! Where are you?” Wash demanded over the radio as the pelican docked on the Staff of Charon. He leapt off the ship as soon as the doors were open, keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of enemies, or more importantly, any of the sim troopers.

As he took off down a corridor at the instruction of FILSS, his thoughts swirled in a panic.

As he rounded a corner he heard a group of familiar voices.

“Friendly heat signature detected.”

“Washington, thank god it's you and not more of them.” Grif groaned in relief from his position on the ground, leaning up against a wall holding his shoulder.

“Agent Washington! It is so good to see you!” Caboose said excitedly from next to Grif.

“I never thought I’d reach a point in my life where I was happy to see a dirty blue, but here we are.” Sarge chorused, stepping towards Wash.

“The others are scattered around this room and that one, except for Tucker. He went to go secure Hargrove, make sure the dirty bastard couldn’t escape. I figured I’d let him go at it themselves. Give Blue Team a taste of victory. Makes is all the better when they then lose to Red Team.” It was then that Wash noticed how Sarge favored his right side, and the blood that was just barely visible on his arm.

“Wash, we’ve got them, go help Tucker.” Carolina said, stepping up behind him and already beginning to coordinate getting the others off the ship and back onto Chorus.

Wash took off running at FILSS directions yet again, weaving through hallways to avoid any other soldiers that might slow him down. Finally he reached where Hargrove was supposed to be, and found Tucker standing over him, with Hargrove tied to a chair.

“You lying bastard! Why the hell should I believe anything you say? There is nothing you could do that would ever convince me to help you!” Tucker yelled at Hargrove, but spun around activating the sword when he heard Wash’s footsteps.

“Wash, you need to deal with him, because I might actually kill him, and that would be more than he deserves.” Tucker said, voice careful and measured, as though a raging inferno of emotion was just behind it.

“Alright.” Wash replied, moving toward Hargrove to drag him to standing.

“Come on, Chairman. There’s a whole planet full of people you failed to kill who I’m sure would love to meet you.” Wash threatened, pushing the older man to walk in front of him. Half way back to the hanger, they met Carolina and Kimball, who officially took the man into custody and had guards to escort him to a ship. Wash moved to follow, but Tucker grabbed his arm, looking at the ground. Once the others had moved farther away, he began to talk quietly, voice much less restrained that it had previously been.

“He said that he had captured Junior. That he had my son as prisoner. And if I helped him escape from the ship, helped him get into hiding, he would tell me where Junior was being held, but if, if I didn’t, he would have him killed. And that his body, my son’s body, would be the last thing I saw before I died.” At that, Tucker inhaled sharply, fighting to get the words out.

“But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t betray Chorus, betray you guys. I might have condemned my son to death for this planet. What kind of father am I that I wouldn’t do anything to save him? What kind of man am I that I hesitated before saying no?” Tucker took his helmet off, and looked at Wash with tears in his eyes, a few spilling down on his cheeks. Wash took off his own helmet at this, hoping that that might make Tucker believe his next words.

“It makes you a father the Junior can be proud of. A father that would kill thousands of innocent people is not a good person. The fact that you were able to make the right call, objectively, even if you hesitated, proves that you are a good man. All that hesitation means is that you love your son. And I will help you find him, if that’s what needs to be done. The others can handle all the political stuff without us for a while.” Wash stepped forward, putting his hand on Tucker’s shoulder. Seeing that Tucker was slightly calmer and the glimmer of hope in his eye, Wash continued.

“But before we go on a wild goose chase, let's just confirm that he really is missing. Hargrove is a liar and a criminal, and he might have just told you the one thing he thought could convince you to betray us. Now, come on. We’ve got records to check and embassies to contact”

“Wash? Thanks. For everything. And for keeping your promise.”

With that, both men put their helmets back on, and began the trek back to the docking bay, and their possibly bigger journey of finding Junior.

“Father! Father! Blargh!” An overly excited and deep voice boomed from the entrance to the mess hall, breaking into a run as people turned to look at the part Sangheili-part human who proceeded to tackle one of their captains and heros.

“Junior! It’s so good to see you! God, I missed you!” Tucker exclaimed from the floor clinging to his son despite the awkward positioning.

“Captain Tucker! Sir are you alright? Who is this? Wait, he called you “Father”, does that mean this is Junior?” Lieutenant Palomo said in a single breath, standing up from his own seat across the table and coming around to the two Tucker men on the floor.

“Tucker! I was trying to find you, but I can see you don’t need me to tell you that Juniors transport arrived early.” Wash came running up to them smiling. He reached a hand down to both to help them up, and then almost fell down himself when Junior launched at him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Thank you for assisting in reuniting me with my father.” He said as he pushed Wash back to arm's length, pausing to examine his face.

“Junior, mind letting go of Wash for a second?” Tucker asked, and as soon as Junior did so, Tucker pulled the other man in for a kiss.

It was going to be a tough time with that relationship, as both Palomo and the Reds, who had been observing from a nearby table, started hollering things along the lines of “Fucking Finally” and “You cost me 10 dollars! Couldn’t this have waited until next Tuesday?” but it was probable that the relationship would last, as the loudest thing was Lavernius Tucker Junior’s exclamation of

“Bow chicka honk honk!”

A/N: Junior was not captured by Hargrove’s people, so they just had to call the place he was and have him be sent on to Chorus. I just didn’t feel like the call fit with the story, so I skipped over it. I also don’t really discuss what happened to Epsilon, so feel free to assume what ever you want about the fate of anyone after Charon.

#rvb bingo wars #lavernius tucker #agent washington

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mcphersonmcgowan0-blog · 6 years ago

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