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morganwrites12672 · 1 month

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I know where my spleen is!

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Vampire hunting is a bitch.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings/Tags: canon typical violence, language, established relationship, set while Sam's at Stanford, etc.

A/N: This took forever. Hope you enjoy it!

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Vampire hunting is definitely not something anyone enjoys. It's always bloody and quite painful. The bloodsuckers really do know how to pack a punch. Some hunters enjoyed them for the thrill though.

She wasn't one of those people.

Vampires were definitely her least favorite supernatural being to hunt down. After her parents brutal murder by a group of vampires whenever she had only been sixteen, she had hated the stupid bloodsuckers.

Her parents death was always a reminder to be careful. So, she was. She killed the vampires with efficiency. She never took the bait on their taunts. She got the job done, safely. Sure, she did get wounded sometimes. Never anything horrible though.

It made the current hunt even more difficult. Being around vampires always made her uneasy. She would gank werewolves and pissed off spirits all day no worries. Vampires were the one thing that could get under her skin. She didn't like having weaknesses.

The car coming to a stop a few dozen yards away from the abandoned garage where a group of vampires were staying made her snap out of her thoughts. The drive had flown by. She looked around. The landscape was bland.

It was practically a forest. Tall trees surrounded the small clearing were the garage was. A few dozen old cars were scattered on the lot. Overall, nothing interesting or worth a second look. She did make a mental note of how easy it would be for the vampires to hide from them.

She scanned the surrounding area a bit more carefully. She needed to be extra careful. Vampires were smart creatures.

"You ready?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. He had never had any problems hunting vampires.

"Yeah," She replied before quietly exiting the car. Dean knew. He knew every little detail of that night. She had confessed it all to him after a few too many beers. Dean knew better than to mention it though.

The two were silent as Dean popped open the trunk. They both grabbed their machetes, along with a syringe of Dead Mans Blood. The various weapons hidden in the trunk of Baby gleamed in the sunlight.

She wore dark clothes today. Vampire hunts were never anything short of bloody and brutal. She didn't have the time to spend scrubbing blood out of something light colored.

Staring at the building was a nasty reminder of what was inside. God, vampires were horrible. She had always hated them. Hunting them made a sense of unease coil in her stomach.

Dean shut the trunk softly, careful not to wake the vampires sleeping inside of the no long abandoned garage. Sunlight gleamed off of his machete as he slid it into the holster on his thigh.

The two silent walked to the large building. It was a small nest of vamps. Only four in total. Well, only four that they knew about. The duo had spent days watching this nest. But, they both knew to always expect an extra vampire. It was better to be overly cautious then dead.

She peered in through a window. All of the vampires were fast asleep. Seeing them like this made a ball of anxiety form in her stomach. Seeing vampires was something she hated. She regretted insisting on this hunt. Trying to save her fears was always a bad idea. Every single time she did it, it hurt like hell.

She nodded to Dean and walked back to the front door. She raised her machete, just in case. You never know with vampires.

Dean opened the front door. She followed him inside. Vampires were lounging about, all fast asleep. Vampires were one of the few beings who they had to attack during the day. It put the creatures at a disadvantage.

With the sunlight burning them, vampires avoided the daylight and slept during the day. Attacking them during the day was the easiest option. It was still difficult regardless.

She looked around the room once more. Dean was creeping towards one sleeping vampire. She picked one and studied it's sleeping face for a moment. She wondered if this vampire had always been so. . . horrible. It had been human once. She pushed the thought from her mind.

She positioned herself with the machete ready to execute a vamp. Dean did the same. They exchanged a quick glance, making sure they were both ready.

Her blade sliced through the vampires neck effortlessly. The gurgling sound of blood woke up the remaining two vampires. She raised her machete at one, ready to strike.

"You bitch!" The vampire snarled.

The vampire hissed at her, baring it's mouthful of razor sharp teeth, before lunging. It grabbed her machete by the blade. The blade was knocked away. That would be a problem for her.

The vampire landed a solid punch to her jaw, knocking her head back. As she stumbled back, the vampire struck again. This time the snarling female kicked her in the stomach. She groaned as she hit the ground.

She didn't think twice before aiming a kick for the vampires knee. It worked. The vampire was now on the ground with her. She jumped to her feet, running to her machete. She didn't get far before the vampire fucking tackled her. God, she hated vampires.

They were bloodthirsty bitches.

Seeing the vampire on top of her, teeth bared, made her wonder what her parents finally moments had been like. The thought briefly distracted her. Their screams replayed in her head. By time she had gotten downstairs, everyone had been dead. Her parents, and the vampire. A hunter had barely saved her life.

The distraction was everything the vampire had needed. The beast above her drank in her fear before striking.

The vampires teeth ripped through the flesh of her arm and she let out a piercing scream. The vampire was satisfied as it sat up, a cruel smirk plastering it's face. She used this to her opportunity, reaching for her machete. She was able to grab the blade.

She swung it, barely paying attention. The pain was blinding. She could feel her blood oozing out and dripping down her arm. The blade buried itself in the vampires shoulder. She didn't have much time before the vampire would rip it out and go back to trying to kill her.

She was about to attempt shoving the vampire off whenever it's head fell onto the ground next to her. Dean pushed the limp body off of her and helped her stand. He pressed a piece of cloth to the wound on her arm.

"Son of a bitch," He muttered. His face was splattered in blood, she hoped it wasn't his. He looked mostly unharmed. He had probably killed the vampire he had been dealing with and then rushed to help her. It made her feel a bit pathetic.

She wasn't usually like this and Dean knew it. Usually, she could handle anything. From Ghouls to werewolves. She got the job done. She did sustain the occasional injury but it was never anything all that serious.

"I'm barely even bleeding," She replied. Her voice came out as more of a pained groan and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Barely?" Dean replied as he kept pressure on the wound. "You look like you're going to pass out," Dean deadpanned as the two walked to the Impala parked outside.

Everything that happened between getting into the car and arriving at the motel was a blur. The next clear memory she could recall was of Dean yelling something at the motel.

She was sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, leaning against the wall. She had her hands pressed to the bleeding wound. Her long sleeve shirt was gone, Dean had probably helped her take it off. The tank top she was left in was bloody. She grimaced.

Her eyes felt heavy. Sleep was calling her. It sounded so peaceful. She would close her eyes only for a moment. Only-

"Don't you fucking think about it!" Dean yelled, suddenly kneeling in front of her. He lightly slapped her cheek, "You gotta stay awake for me. Keep those pretty eyes open."

She was barely able to stop the fluttering of her eyelids. The sharp sting of alcohol being poured over her wound made her let out a his of pain. Dean held her arm, preventing her from moving it.

"Sweetheart, I need you to stay still for me," Dean said as he wiped the skin around the wound. He needed to get more of the blood cleanse off so he could see how bad the wound truly was.

She looked down. It looked. . . nasty. Her flesh had been ripped open by that god-damn vampire. The jagged skin would be difficult to stitch. She focused on Dean instead. His eyebrows were furrowed as he carefully cleaned the wound for her.

"Did you take on any damage?" She asked. Talking would help her fend off sleep for a little longer. She just had to keep her eyes open. Easier said then done.

"I think my spleen is bruised," He replied. There was a dark bruise on his abdomen. It was hidden from her view by his t-shirt.

"You don't know where your spleen is," She retorted with a smile.

"I know where my spleen is! I'm not an idiot," Dean grumbled, saying the last sentence in more of a whisper. Hearing her make smart remarks at him was reassuring in an odd way. He knew it meant she would be alright. She had enough energy to argue back.

He didn't give her a warning as he suddenly pushed the needle through her skin. She mumbled several rather colorful curse words at the action. Dean held her arm firmly. She wouldn't screw up her stitches easily.

"You're doing great for me," Dean said in a more gentle voice. "I'm almost done." He felt bad about the last sentence. It was a lie. He had barely finished one stitch. She would need several more.

He handed her the bottle of alcohol that he had used to sterilize her wound. As she took a swig, he pushed the needle through again. The small distraction made her barely notice the pain.

Dean carefully stitched her wound, occasionally murmuring words of encouragement and reminders to keep her eyes open. After what felt like ages, he stood and washed the blood - her blood - off his hands. Once his hands were clean and dry, he picked up the roll of bandages.

She stood and instantly almost face planted. Dean grabbed her by the waist to steady her. She was woozy from the blood loss and the cheap tequila she had drank.

"i don't need you cracking your head open on the bathroom floor," Dean said in a joking tone. He wrapped her wound up quickly before practically carrying her out of the bathroom. He helped her strip out of her bloodied clothes.

Seeing the already forming bruises on her body made him feel guilty. He knew how hunting vampires impacted her. She lost her focus and got sloppy sometimes. He had tried to convince her not to take this hunt. She had been rather persistent though.

Once she got something on her mind no one could change it. Her stubbornness was something Dean loved about her.

He set her on the bed before returning with a wet washcloth. He didn't even want to try helping her shower, not when she was this out of it. Instead, he wiped away the blood. He gently cleaned off her skin. She was exhausted and only half conscious.

"I'm almost done, then you can fall asleep." He was so much softer with her than anyone else. He trusted her more than anyone else. After Sam had ran away to Stanford, he had been left alone with his father. It was a betrayal.

She had been there for him. They had met years ago while hunting the same spirit. The two had fought like dogs at first. But, years later, they had become closer than they could have ever imagined.

Their relationship had been unexpected to say the least. The two had barely tolerated each other for the longest time. One day, it was like a switch clicked. They both started developing crushes. Their banter turned more flirty. Until, after a drunken hookup, they decided maybe they did like each other.

"Thank you," She yawned as Dean stepped away. Dean said something in reply, but she didn't catch it. Her eyes were already closed. The pain didn't exist in her dreams. She was able to slip away from it, if only for a few hours.

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sunkissedandseraphic · 4 months

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My Beautiful Boy

Summary: The saviors had attacked Alexandria, and all Rick wanted was to find his family among the flames and know that they were safe. To know his son was safe. (A rewrite of season 8 episode 9 where Carl doesn't die and Rick finds him safely in the sewers with the others, much to his great relief)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions past character death, mentions past shooting

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With each heavy step, the smell of smoke hit Rick like a sack of bricks. His eyes wandered frantically, watching as fire engulfed each of the Alexandria buildings. His heart was in his stomach; his home, the one he and his family had rebuilt and made stronger to survive, was swallowed by flames. Everything they had created now reduced to a pile of ash.

His leg was throbbing. Negan’s push out the window had truly done a number on him, but Rick couldn’t stop. He needed to find his family.

His beautiful girlfriend, whom Rick longed to cup her cheek with his calloused hands and kiss until the world melted away. His daughter, whom Rick wanted nothing more than to hold in his arms and press his nose into her bright blonde curls. His son, his beautiful boy, whom Rick would give anything to see smile and tilt that stupid cowboy hat down to cover his bandaged eye.

He needed to find his family.

Rick had been stumbling around aimlessly when he first heard the familiar sound of a machete and the woman who wields it. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears when he finally saw Michonne, reaching out and pulling her away from the Savior who was beyond dead now.

There was so much Rick wanted to say, to tell Michonne, but each word got caught in his throat the moment he opened his mouth. “Where are they?” was all Rick managed to sputter out. He was so desperate to see his people again. His kids. Everyone he had left in this god-forsaken world.

Silently, Michonne led her lover to the sewer, where below, the remaining Alexandrians were awaiting safety and instructions on where to go from his shitstorm.

Michonne descended into the tunnel first, but once both of them had their feet on solid ground, Rick took off ahead of her. He hobbled as quickly as he could until he spotted bodies hunched on the floor against the sewer walls; crying, shaking, whispering. Living, breathing bodies of his friends.

Rick’s eyes scanned over the scene in front of him. He could see the outline of Tara and Rosita sitting beside each other– Rosita’s head leaned back and eyes screwed shut while Tara’s were wide open in horror, tears staining her cheeks as she stared out at nothing. He could see Dwight leaning his arm against the tunnel wall and resting his forehead on it, deeply breathing. He could see Daryl, his brother, bowing his head down as he sat with Judith, who swayed back and forth on her little legs. He could see a figure straight ahead staring at him, one Rick could feel he had seen before but couldn’t place how or why he knew the stranger.

The further forward he staggered, the more Rick made out the faces of those who sat in the sewer. Everyone in their tight-knit group, if not almost everyone in the community, seemed to be accounted for at that moment.

Everyone except Carl.

“Carl? Carl… wh-where’s Carl?”

Rick felt his heart start to pound, stomach churning at the thought of his son not being in the safety of the sewer. It was getting harder and harder to put weight on his leg, but he pushed through the pain; Carl was more important.

He felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Tears burned in Rick’s eyes, threatening to spill over any second. He wanted to throw up, punch something, yell his son’s name at the top of his lungs until his throat burned just so Carl could have the chance to find them.

Maybe Carl was dead already. Maybe Carl had turned and was roaming around the scorched land as a walker. Maybe Carl was lost in the flames. Maybe–

“Dad?”

Rick knew that voice.

Rick’s head whipped around almost immediately and took a step forward, his leg threatening to give out underneath him. And then another. And another until Rick was practically dragging his foot behind him in an attempt to run toward the sound of his son’s voice. Running past Tara, past Rosita, past Dwight and Daryl and Judith and the familiar stranger until soon he was face-to-face with the one he had spent the last few minutes completely hell-bent on finding.

Just like that, there sat Carl Grimes with his back against the wall, completely unharmed, giving Rick the tiniest crack of a smile.

Rick couldn’t do anything but laugh at that moment. He felt himself lose all control of his actions as he swiftly dropped to his knees and gathered Carl up in his arms. Rick moved the teenage boy onto his lap and just held him as tightly as his body would allow.

Rick felt like he was the dad he had been a decade ago, long before the dead started roaming the earth. It felt like when Carl was merely five years old again, waking up startled and sobbing from nightmares of a monster under his bed or the Boogeyman chasing him, when he would run into Rick and Lori’s bedroom to seek comfort and safety.

As he held Carl in his arms, Rick felt every memory of his son rushing back to him.

The day Lori had announced to Rick that she was pregnant, and the utter joy and terror that flooded through him as he processed the fact that he would be a father. Holding Carl for the first time, bursting into tears the instant his son grabbed onto his finger with his chubby little fist. Watching Carl take his first steps, listening to Carl say his first word, Rick’s heart overflowing with love.

Celebrating Carl’s first birthday and his first day of school, wondering how his little boy was growing up so fast. Grinning as Carl came home gushing over his first-grade girlfriend, remembering how he ruffled his hair and called him “a little ladies’ man.” The pang of pain that hit as he realized how fast his little boy was growing up and finding who he was.

Glenn taking a chance on Rick and leading him back to the camp that just so happened to be the one protecting Lori and Carl, every emotion he could feel rushing through him as he hugged his son. The day that he had carried Carl to Hershel’s farm after being shot by Otis, horrified he would lose him after just getting him back. The memory of Lori’s death, learning Carl had been the one to shoot his own mother. The night Rick had ripped a man’s throat out to protect his son from the monsters and what they threatened to do to him. The night Carl had been shot for a second time, now in the eye, thinking he would never hear his son call him “dad” again. Every day before, after, and in between Rick remembered as a blessing that he had his son with him.

“Carl…” His voice broke as the tears that he had fought to hold back finally spilled down his cheeks. Rick could feel Carl burying his face into his chest, trembling as he quickly reciprocated his father’s hug. Gently taking off the cowboy hat and placing it to the side, Rick hung his head and pressed his lips to Carl’s hair.

His eyes were shut, trying to savor every ounce of this moment that he could. Rick kissed his son’s head once, then twice, and then after some time he lost count, too focused on the fact that Carl was safe in his arms– all he could ever ask for.

“My boy…” The words softly escaped Rick’s lips as he somehow managed to hold Carl even tighter in his grasp. He had the world, his world, their future in his embrace, and he never wanted to let go again. “My beautiful boy…”

“I love you so much,”

Of course, Carl knew his father loved him, there was never any doubt of that, but it was so rare now to hear Rick say the words. As his tears began to dampen Rick’s shirt, Carl failed to hold back the sob that ripped through his throat; not one of grief or sorrow, but one of joy and relief.

“Love you too, dad,”

#the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #carl grimes #twd fanfiction #twd rick #twd family #andrew lincoln #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fan fiction #fanfic

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final-girl96 · 4 months

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Firefly Chapter Sixty-Two

Ellie and I eventually made it all the way across this shitty ass town. We had to take out eight guys to get here, which wasn't too hard with this whout-out going on. We found a window to crawl through that went into some restaurant. There were lights on in here and it was warm. Ellie and I had no jackets on so being in the warmth felt amazing, but that was short lived. When we got to the front door Dave walked through it.

I pushed Ellie behind me as we walked backwards. “You know you leave a trail,” David said. “Go fuck yourself!” Ellie yelled behind me. After that shit was a blur. Ellie and I were separated, there was a fire burning near the front doors, which David locked. Speaking if that asshole, he was hunting us down inside this restaurant. I saw Ellie run back out into the dining area from where I was in the kitchen. David was closing in on me so I had to move. Minutes later I heard him scream out in pain and swear. Then I heard Ellie yelling.

I ran rowards the dining room from the back office to find David onto of Ellie, she was trying to reach the machete he had dropped. “You motherfucker! Get off her!” I screamed, running and wrapping my arms around hisnl neck to pull him away from her. He had his hand on his belt, trying to undo it. “You sick fuck!” I wrestled with him, straddling his waist And started to punch him until he got the upper hand. He flipped us over, trapping me beneath him, bringing his fist down across my jaw. Then he slammed my head against the floor. “I'll come back to you once I'm finished with Ellie over there.”

I was so disoriented and dizzy that I couldn't move. I tried to get up but would just fall back down. I could hear Ellie crying and that broke my heart. It pissed me off too. I flipped onto my stomach and tried crawling to her but my vision started to blur, the edges going black. The last thing I saw was Ellie lifting something in the hair and then I heard David screaming in pain. After that everything went black.

Joel

Joel made his way across the town killing anyone that got in his way. An orange glow caught his eye and he ran towards it. Running into the building. The last building he was in had dead bodies hanging on hooks. This time he found yn unconscious on the floor and Ellie repeatedly hitting someone with a machete. The place was on fire and burning quickly. He ran over and checked on yn, letting out a breath when he knew she was still alive. Then he went to Ellie.

She hit him, yelling to let her go, but he managed To calm her down. “It's me! It's me! You're alright, I got you, baby girl.” He pulled her into him and she sobbed into his shoulder. He helped her up onto her feet, walked over and picked yn up, and got them out of there before anymore people could come.

When I woke up I was looking up at the ceiling of a car. I groaned, putting my hand on my forehead. Wincing at the pain in my head. “You're awake!” I turn my head to see Ellie looking back at me from the front see. I make eye contact with Joel when I look up to the review mirror. “You're alive,” I whispered. He let out a low chuckle. “Can't get rid of me that easily, darling.”

“Where are we we? Where are we going?” I asked. Joel looks back at the road and I try to sit up but that just makes my head hurt more. “We're heading to Salt Lake City. We've been driving for about two hours now. But it's getting late so I want to try and find somewhere we can rest up for a few days.”

That's what we did; we found a a quiet small town an hour later. Joel and Ellie searched the stores for any usable supplies. When they were finished we drove to a neighborhood just outside of town. The place almost looked like Bill and Frank's neighborhood; untouched. It didn't have the fence around it and everything with extremely overgrown, you could see the tall grass peeking out of the snow. The windows of the houses were boarded up. Joel went to the furthest house and parked in the driveway. “Stay here. I'm going to check it out, if itunsafe I'm going to try and open the garage to pull the car in.”

I didn't think he would find anything in the house. This place looked like it was evacuated early. There were X's on the doors, no bodies lay around that I could see. Every house was boarded up. Even in town things looked like everyone simply just dropped wherever they were doing and left. The garage door opened ten minutes later and Joel walked out. “Everything's clear. Place doesn't even looked touched,” he said, getting back in the car. He drove the car into the garage and shut it off.

After he got out and shut thebgarage door again, Joel came around to the back and helped me out. “How are you feelin’, darling?” He asked. I shrugged, “Like I've been ran the fuck over. How about you? How does your side feel?” I ask, gently touching where he had been stabbed with the broken baseball bat. “It's tight and hurts but not like it had been. Whatever you gave me is helping.” Ellie got out of the car and grabbed our bags.

It was pretty clean inside, besides all the dust and a few stains on the ceilings. The air was a little musty but nothing we couldn't handle. Joel sat me on the couch and looked at the fireplace. “I saw a small wood pile covered up out back. Im gonna go get some and start a small fire.” He stood up and headed towards the kitchen. Ellie had gone looking around the house and came back with a couple blankets. “I found these upstairs.” She handed me one and sat down beside me.

Joel came back inside with a stack of wood in his arms and dropped it on the floor beside the fireplace. “Ellie looked, get me those matches in my bag, and find some newspaper or something.” Ellie stood up and grabbed the matches and a couple of magazines off the coffee table. She handed them to Joel, and he got a small fire going. At least we would be warm and kind of safe tonight.

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myaimistrue · 2 years

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For the sensory prompts - no. 36 and Destiel 💙💚

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36. being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper

That night, the night Cas comes back, Benny takes the first watch.

“I don’t mind, brother,” he says when Dean tries to refuse. “Y’all ain’t seen each other in a long time. I’m sure you’ve got… catching up to do.”

Dean blushes bright red. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s not?” Benny raises an eyebrow. “You just spent a year tearing through Purgatory for the guy. That ain’t exactly friendship.”

And, well. What the hell is Dean going to say to that?

The thing about Purgatory is that it gets cold at night. There’s always a chill in the air that Dean worries will stick around in his bones forever, even if they do manage to get out of here and back to the real world. Most nights, he and Benny stay close—one propped up with a machete across his lap, and the other one sleeping fitfully pressed to his side—to keep human Dean warm. Tonight, though, things are different. Dean tries to get comfortable underneath a gnarled tree while Cas stares at him, and Benny keeps watch a few yards away, pointedly not looking at them.

“I don’t sleep,” Cas says.

Dean rolls his eyes. There’s no way to feel relaxed or comfortable with roots digging into his back and layers of blood and dirt covering his body, so he just gives up. He glares up at Cas. “I know, dude. But I do sleep, and it’s fucking freezing, so get down here so I don’t die of hypothermia.”

“You can’t die of hypothermia in Purgatory,” Cas grumbles, but he’s already lowering to his knees on the forest floor. Dean figured he’d just sit against the tree like Benny does—he’d already imagined it, how it would feel to press his face against Cas’s thigh, the sensation of corded muscle he just knows is there underneath Cas’s clothes—but he lays down beside Dean.

It’s quiet. The rustling ambient sounds of the nightmare forest that is Purgatory fade into the background as Dean looks up at the ink-black sky. He can feel Cas’s body beside him. His chest aches.

“Did you even listen to any of it?” Dean says.

“Any of what?”

Dean turns on his side and shifts closer to Cas, seeking out his body heat. “You said you knew I’ve been praying to you since we got here. Did you bother to listen or did you tune me out like I’m the fucking easy listening station?”

Cas’s eyes are a shining, otherworldly blue in the dark. Dean hasn’t seen him in so long that the color feels brand new.

“I was listening,” Cas says quietly. The words stay trapped between their mouths, the smallest sound in the world. “Of course I was listening.”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut, abruptly near tears, abruptly overwhelmed by grief and fear and exhaustion. Whatever it was in him that used to be able to push this kind of shit deep down inside has withered up and died over the past few months. Now, his stupid heart is always on his stupid fucking sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” Cas says. He sounds like he is. He sounds hurt.

“Don’t you know by now that we need to stick together?” Dean says, and if his voice cracks, Cas is good enough not to acknowledge it. “We’re a team. We’re safer when it’s both us. Fuck the leviathans, fuck everything else in this place. You can’t just leave me behind like that. It’s not your choice to make. It’s not—” He can’t say anymore, because if John Winchester’s body wasn’t ash in the sky, he’d roll in his grave at the idea of Dean whining about what’s fair and not fair.

“I’m never going to stop trying to protect you,” Cas says after a moment. He reaches out and lays his hand on Dean’s arm, fitting right over where the raised handprint once was. Dean’s stomach swoops at the sensation. “You need to know that. I don’t want to hurt you, but I��d rather do that then put you in danger.”

Dean hates him. Dean loves him. Dean wants to punch him and kiss him and hold him so tight that he can never leave again.

“You’re a real son of a bitch,” Dean says, and he does cry, a little, then.

Cas smiles. It’s a thin thing—a tired thing—but it’s there. His hand slides up Dean’s arm and shoulder to the back of his neck. His hand is so warm on the exposed skin there.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

Dean leans in so that their foreheads press together, their noses brush, their lips just barely touch. Cas lets out a little gasp, and God, Dean loves him. He hates him, and he got him back after all this time, and now they’re holding each other here in the dirt of Purgatory.

“I want to kiss you,” Cas whispers. He sounds terrified by it. His whole body is tense against Dean’s.

“Not yet,” Dean says. His blood is pumping and hot all over. “Not—not here.”

Cas’s lips are chapped, and they almost catch on Dean’s. “But… later?”

“Later,” Dean agrees. He’s breathless. He’s in love. “I’m getting us out of here, and we’re gonna do this right once we’re topside. Okay?”

They’re too close for Dean to see Cas’s expression, but Cas pulls him even closer, tucking his face into Dean’s neck, so that’s gotta be a yes. Dean squeezes him tight. He really hopes that Benny isn’t paying any attention.

“I’m sorry.” Cas’s voice is muffled by Dean’s jacket.

“I know you are,” Dean says. “But just for the record—I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, too. You’re not the only one.”

Something in the woods howls, and goosebumps rise all over Dean’s skin.

“I know, Dean,” Cas whispers.

They don’t speak again. They stay curled together, warmth seeping through Cas’s alien skin to Dean’s, and eventually, they fall asleep. Dean dreams of a real bed and clean sheets. He dreams of kissing Cas, whole and warm and safe from all the monsters in the world. It’s a good dream.

#nothing like some good purgatory angst. this was super fun to write though it took me a little longer than usual for something this short #del's writing #deancas #destiel #deancas fic #destiel fic #spn fic #spn

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maledollmaker · 1 year

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The Abadondoned Lab

The Abandoned Lab

Based on a dream I had. Images from Dream AI app.

Two men entered an abandoned science lab with overgrown weeds and plants growing everywhere. There was no electricity, so there was no light, and it was dark. Some sunbeams did peak in from boarded up windows. Without the plant life, the lab would be white and shiny. Underneath the plants, there was robotic equipment and rusty old computers. One of the men was taller than the other, he was very handsome and looked like the actor Marc Blucas. His name was Nathan Sanders. He had light brown hair and grey-green colored eyes. He has a five o’clock shadow on his face. Both men were wearing army fatigues. The shorter man had rugged good looks and looked like Linden Ashby. He had green eyes, silver, and brown hair. He has English, Scottish, and Scandinavian ancestry. His name was Aaron Sanders, Nathan’s father. Nathan was like a perfect soldier. Aaron was a rugged outdoors man and had a chip on his shoulder.

Aaron looked around and then sucked his teeth. “Well, this is a shit hole,” Aaron said with his hands on his hips. Nathan asked, “This is the place right?” Aaron nodded. Aaron walked to a console and took out a machete from his backpack and started chopping vines on top of the console. Nathan ripped them off his bare hands. They eventually got the vines off the console. Nathan took out a reserve generator out of his backpack and plugged it into the console. A roar came out of the machines and lights flickered. A hum rang and the console lit up. Suddenly they heard glass break. Wood panels from the window broke up and various men in dark outfits ruptured out of the windows. They almost looked like Ninjas, but their outfits had Velcro, leather, and modern straps. They unsheathed their swords and came out towards Nathan. Nathan grabbed one of the swords with his bare hands and kicked one of the men down with full force. The black dressed man was knocked out on the floor. Nathan punched another man coming towards him.

Two men came towards Aaron, and he fought them. A man tried kicking Aaron in the stomach and Aaron grabbed the leg and pushed it forward. Aaron got his rifle and shot the man down. The second man punched Aaron on the shoulder, but Aaron recovered and punched the man in the face. The man recovered and they continued fighting. The two men grabbed Nathan by the arms and tried to hold him over a wall, but he quickly overcame them. Nathan flipped them over on their backs. He stepped on one man’s stomach and the other man got up and tried to hit Nathan. Nathan punched him down without turning around. Eventually they were able to take down the men, most of the men were dead, injured or knocked out. “Let’s get back to business,” Aaron said. Aaron and Nathan uncovered a large metal chair. The metal chair was hooked up to the console Aaron exposed before the men arrived.

Nathan sat on the chair and Aaron gathered cables. He had one cable input and put it near the back of Nathan’s neck. Suddenly a USB port appeared on his skin. Aaron inserted the cable into the port. Nathan winced. Aaron got another cable and inserted into Nathan’s wrist and another on above his right ear. USB ports appeared on those spots. Aaron asked, “You ready?” “Yeah,” Nathan said taking a deep breath. Aaron pressed the buttons of the console and Nathan’s facial expression changed. He stared into nowhere and his face looked neutral. It was as if Nathan ceased to be and was just an object. In fact, Nathan was not technically Aaron’s biological son but his invention, a human-like android. He had a more human acting mode and a robotic mode. Aaron pressed some buttons and Nathan responded by saying, “Operational Mode.” “K, let’s find that secret info,” Aaron said. The chair started humming and started transforming. It became a table and Nathan’s body moved in position of the table and laid there. Robotic cables came out of the console and removed Nathan’s army shirt revealing his buff pecs, muscled biceps and shiny six pack abs. Robotic cables removed his camouflage pants to reveal green briefs, large thighs and chiseled calves. The robotic cables took off his boots to reveal his perfect barefeet.

“Access info,” Aaron said. “Accessing,” Nathan said. Aaron kept pressing buttons Suddenly, Aaron heard footsteps. “We have company,” Aaron said. Nathan did not respond. In the room, an African American man in a navy three-piece suit entered. He had a clean shaved head and seemed slick. “Thank you for finding the info I needed.” Aaron asked, “What makes you think I am going to give it to you?” “Oh, you will,” the man said. More men came up behind Aaron and quickly took hold of him. Aaron tried escaping but they could not. The man smirked and made a movement with his head. The men then took Aaron away, leaving the man alone with Nathan. The man got close to the console and pressed some buttons. He smiled at the handsome unresponsive Nathan. The man tickled Nathan’s bare feet. “Let’s have some fun.” The man pressed buttons and inserted a flash drive into the console. Nathan said in a robotic way, “Pleasure Mode Unlocked.” Lex pressed some buttons, and the table was transformed and went up, having Nathan stand up. The table inserted itself with the wall and merged with the wall. Nathan was strapped to the wall.

Lex pressed buttons and the robotic cables removed the other cables off Nathan. The straps electronically came off Nathan. The man caressed Nathan’s hair and touched his thighs. Nathan stared blankly ahead. The mysterious man fondled Nathan’s pecs. He twerked his right nipple. Lex then put his lips on Nathan’s pec and started to suck it. “I always wanted to do it that since Aaron first built you, now you’re mine,” the man said. “Yes, Lex,” Nathan said. “Call me Master,” Lex said. “Yes, Master,” Nathan said. “Assume the position,” Lex said. Nathan nodded without emotion. The muscled nude man wearing only green briefs removed the briefs and they fell to his ankles. Lex stared at his firm glutes. Nathan got on his knees on the floor and put his open palms on the floor. Lex smirked and took out his **** from his pants. He didn’t have to lube up and __ the bot in the ass. Nathan quickly started massaging Lex’s ___ and Lex didn’t have to work. He felt extreme pleasure and loved the thrusting. Eventually Lex came all over Nathan’s perfect plastic butt. Later Lex said he had the info he needed and now he had an obedient bot.

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You Saved Me (Part 3)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 1) You get attacked in the car park. Managing to fight them off but not wanting to risk other people getting hurt you team up with Dean and his younger brother Sam

A/N - Just to confuse you all, where I am rewriting the ‘You Saved Me’ story I decided to put this part as part 3 (it used to be part 4)

WORD COUNT: 2585

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WARNINGS: blood, swearing, mild violence, guns, talk of pregnancy

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

TWO YEARS LATER

You finish your shift. Locking up the pub as you head out to your car. You fumble with your keys. Then you hear a noise. You look around you. Nothing. You unlock your car. Getting in you check the back seat straight away. Looking around you again before turning on the engine. Turning on the headlights you see a woman standing before you. Her stomach covered in blood. You hesitantly get out of your car “miss, are you ok?” no answer. You feel behind you. Reaching into your pocket you grab out your knuckle dusters. Putting them on. You walk over to her, careful of trying not to scare her.

“You have to help me” she begs. Tears staining her cheeks as you nod slightly

“How do you need help?” she points behind you. You turn. A man holding a machete. “Oh fuck” he swings at you as you duck. Bringing your fist up and punching into his stomach. He chuckles as he grabs you. Knocking your head against the car door. You collapse to the floor. The man lifting up his machete. Ready to take another swing at you. You duck down. Feeling the air hitting the top of your head as it swings into your car door. You grab the arm. Hearing him cry out as the silver of your knuckle duster hits his skin. He moves away from you. You stand up. The bleeding woman no longer near you as you run back inside the pub. You lock the front door after you. Pulling out your phone you call the cops “Hello. Yes I just got attacked”

SAM AND DEAN POV

“Where are we heading?” Sam queries his brother

“I found something. Three woman have been killed in the parking lot at this pub. All within the past two months. Forensics say it was from a machete or large blade of some kind”

“Ok, and? That doesn’t sound like it concerns us”

“Two woman where attacked. Same details. Person trying to hack them to death. But one of the girls says that before the man showed up she saw a woman. When she tried to talk to her she disappeared into thin air. Not a trace to be seen” the younger brother nods

“So what? Ghosts?” the older nods

“That’s what I’m thinking”

“When was the last attack?”

“Last night” he points “attacked a young woman who works in this pub. She rung the police and gave them a statement but I figured we could ask her a few more questions”

YOUR POV

“I still think you should go home” your friend says as you walk around the shop with her “I can buy you milk and stuff. You need to rest”

“I’m fine. It’s just a small flesh wound”

“You got attacked by a psychotic killer. Doctors say you need to rest” you chuckle slightly.

“I let you drive me here right?”

“Yeah? So?”

“So that’s me resting. If I wasn’t taking my healing process seriously I would’ve driven myself” she rolls her eyes. You getting all your shopping and head back to her car. Letting her drive you home. You see a car parked in your driveway. Parked behind yours. You get out your friends car. Walking up to the impala as you hold a couple of bags. Your friend joining you

“You have visitors”

“Apparently so” you walk to the front door. Two men standing by your door. A long haired man with blue eyes hits the shorter man. He turns around. Quickly putting what looks like a lock picking kit into his pocket. You chuckle softly to yourself as you see the man you know all too well. Dean. You smile at them both

“How may I help you gentlemen?”

“Are you the woman who got attacked yesterday?” the blue eyed one asks

“I don’t think she wants to talk to reporters about it” your friend says. They both pull out an FBI badge.

“We aren’t reporters” blue eyed man says

“I already gave my statement. What do you guys want to know?” Dean smiles at you as he meets your eyes.

“Anything you can remember about the incident that we might like to know?” the emphasis on the word ‘we’ implies both the men are hunters. Undercover. You look at your friend

“I’ll be ok. You go home”

“What will you do about Anna?”

“I’ll go pick her up from school. It’s not far and I think driving will do me good”

“I strongly disagree with that statement. I think driving with a head injury is a bad idea”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll ring you if I need anything. But I need to talk to these two detectives” she nods. Putting down the bags of shopping before walking away. You unlock your front door “Bring the bags in with you please” you place the ones you are holding down in the hallway. They follow you in. Bringing in the shopping and also placing it down. “Drink either of you?” they shake their heads as you lean against the counter “Are you both in the same business?” Dean nods

“This is my brother Sam” you smile at him

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Rose” you look at the older brother “What is it that tried to kill me then?”

“We don’t know yet. Still trying to figure that part out”

“Wait you’re a hunter?” Sam says. You shake your head

“No. I don’t seek things out to kill them. But I am aware of the monsters that lurk in the shadows” you chuckle slightly. “I’ve hunted before. But I’m not a hunter if that makes sense” he nods slightly

“Can you tell us about what happened?”

“No idea. I just know I was getting into my car when I saw a woman. Bloody stomach. I got out to help her. It’s a good thing I have good reflexes otherwise I’d have been decapitated”

“By the woman?”

“No by the man. The woman seemed to be wanting help. Not trying to hurt me. The guy seemed like he wanted my head on a stick” you pause, looking around your kitchen “I’ve not seen anything like this before. I thought it was a ghost but it didn’t disappear with iron. Silver seemed to injure it though”

“Likely be something else then”

“So how are we stopping it?”

“There is no we in this. It’s us two. You are staying here” Dean says

“No I’m helping you kill this thing”

“No you aren’t”

“It tried to decapitate me. I’m not going to just sit and let you two do the killing for me. I want my revenge on this fucker”

“Rose. No” Dean motions at the door “We’ll do some more research and let you know when it’s safe” him and Sam start to walk away

“I can be bait”

“What?” they stop and look at you

“I can be bait. I hurt it. It likely wants revenge on me. Also we know I’m its target audience. Young female. No offence but you two don’t seem to fit that dynamic” they look down at themselves then nod slightly

“She has a point Dean. I don’t like it anymore then you do but it’s the best shot we got” you smile at them both

“Cool. Let me call my babysitter. Then I’ll see you boys at the car park”

“No. We heard your friend. We’ll pick you up” you roll your eyes

“Fine. Around 7? Although the monster seemed to come out later it seems less suspicious for on lookers if I say I went out at 7 then if I said I was going out at 11”

They pick you up, after you confirm its ok with your sitter. They drive you back to their hotel room. You go and sit down. “What’s the plan then?”

“You stay in your car. We’ll deal with the other stuff”

“You want me to sit still and wait for this thig to come and hope you kill it before it kills me?”

“Pretty much”

“At least give me a weapon”

“No”

“I’d have brought my own but I don’t have silver bullets. Assuming that’s what you’re going to use to kill this thing” they look at each other “Come on you guys. Give me a chance” you chuckle slightly “You two don’t trust me. Or don’t like me. It’s one of the two” Sam sighs. Grabbing a small dagger out and handing it to you

“It’s made of silver. Only attack if it attacks you. Got it?”

“I got it” you wiggle it slightly before putting it into your pocket.

You drive to the destination. Getting there about 7:30. The three of you wait in the car until around 1am. You see the people leaving the pub. Customers and workers. Your hand inside your jacket, gently stroking the handle of the blade with your thumb as you watch them all come and go. Waiting in the impala as the last person leaves. You watch as they lock up. They walk to their car. Getting in it and driving away.

“We won’t be far. Wait in the car. Got it?” Dean says to you. You nod. Watching as him and his brother get out. You wait. And wait. Nothing. For about 45 minutes you’re sat waiting. You’re about to give up and get out when you see her. The girl with the bloody stomach. Nothing else happens. She just stands and looks at you for 10 minutes. You look around. No maniacs with swords or axes. You take a breath. Opening the car door you step out. Slowly approaching her.

“Miss?” you keep a sharp eye around you. Watching every shadow and movement as you get close to her. She smiles softly at you. Pointing at your stomach.

“It’s a girl...” she whispers.

“What?” she looks at you. Her eyes filled with a slight sadness

“You didn’t know?” She points behind you. Letting out a scream. You turn. The guy from the night before. Swinging down his blade. You move backwards. Hearing the metal of the weapon hit the ground. Letting out a horrific clanging noise. You turn. The lady had disappeared. He goes to swing again. You put your arms up as a means to protect yourself when you hear a gunshot. Watching as blood starts to come out of a wound in his chest. You move backwards. Watching as he falls to the floor. Dropping the blade as he turns to dust. Dean rushes over to you.

“Are you ok?” he gently touches your arm as Sam joins you both. You hug the older brother. Wrapping your arms around him. Feeling him gently rest his hand on your back as you hug him tightly. “Wow you might break me with a hug that tight” you chuckle. Pulling away you go over and pick up the blade. Sam looks at you then at his brother

“This might be a very personal question but... are you single?” you laugh

“Odd question” you run a hand through your hair before placing your hands in the front of your jeans pockets “I am. Not really in the mood for a hook up though big boy. Maybe a different time. When I’ve not been nearly killed” he chuckles, smiling at your words slightly

“No that’s not... are you pregnant?” you laugh

“In any other situation if you asked me that question I’d have slapped you so hard” you chuckle slightly. Looking down “I don’t know. The ghost woman said ‘it’s a girl’ in a creepy tone as she pointed at my stomach. So possibly” you look at him “Why all these questions suddenly?”

“It’s just that I did some research. To figure out what it was that we were up against. In a couple of cultures there are monsters that hunt down pregnant woman who are pregnant with a child conceived outside of marriage”

“And you think...?” you point at where the man was as he nods

“I think he attacked pregnant woman. The ghost lady you saw with blood on her stomach. Be from where he ripped out her baby”

“Delightful” a grip on the machete as you practice swinging it. “You know I feel like this is a new way of a pregnancy test. Who needs to pee on a stick when you can get a ghost or monster to do it for free!” you say sarcastically and over enthusiastic. They both chuckle as you examine the sword “mind if I keep this?”

“Not at all” you spin it in your hand before smiling to yourself. “Your dagger” you grab the small blade from your pocket and hand it back to Sam “thanks for saving my life”

“We’ll drive you back home” you nod and smile. The three of you going back to the car. You get in the back seat. As Dean starts the engine you see her. The bloody woman. You pretend not to see her as you look down. Waiting for them to drive out the car park. You turn backwards. Watching her walking out into the road and watching the car as they drive you back to your house

The next day. Well, next night you sit in the car park. Your daughter in the backseat. Sound asleep. You watch as the workers and customers come out of the pub. Waiting until they have all left before you get out. Locking the car door and going more central. Keeping an eye on your car as you call out “if there are any spirits with me, make yourselves known”. Nothing. “I want to talk to the woman I saw yesterday. Please. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to chat”

“You called...” a soft voice says behind you. You turn. The woman with the bloody stomach stands before you. You smile at her

“Hello. I’m Rose"

“I’m... I- I can’t remember... Sorry” you keep your smile soft as you talk to her

“I think it’s time you moved on. Don’t you?”

“I don’t want to... he’s waiting for me”

“Who is?”

“My baby’s father”

“I’m sorry. I really am. But he’s not coming”

“But I-”

“Your name is Mary Wood. You died here 10 years ago. During this month. Your baby daddy got killed in a car accident when he was on the drive to meet you here”

“No...” she whispers. Tears appearing in her eyes

“But there is a way you can be with him again” you gently take her hands in yours. Cold hands against your warm skin. “If you move on with your life then you can be free from this place. Be with him in heaven. Him and your child” she shakes her head, shutting her eyes as tears fall down her cheeks

“Who are you? Why are you telling me this?”

“I Rose Marsh. I’m here to help you”

“But why?”

“Because it’s what I do” she nods.

“You promise me he’s in heaven?” you nod. Smiling at her

“Hess waiting for you. You can be with him again” you smile as she nods. Sitting down on the ground you watch as she turns into an almost light. A beacon. Disappearing before your eyes. “Rest your soul Mary. I hope you find peace” you go back to your car. Getting in the driver’s seat and heading back home. Putting Anna into her bed you get into your own bed.

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Chapter 3 - Severus drawing

The day in the Hydes family dawned early at 7 am. Anasthasya quickly got ready after waking up and went to the guest room door. She knocks on the door with light punches.

— Severus, wake up. Time for breakfast — the girl said, waking up her friend behind the door.

Snape opens his eyes with difficulty, his body was tense and sweaty, when he looks down, he notices a scandalous morning erection between his legs.

— I'm on my way, Nana!...I'm going to take a shower and come down...— the boy explains.

— Don't delay. And don't call me Nana. "Is weird..."

She thinks.

Minutes later, Severus went downstairs and went to the dining room. The sunlight illuminated the room, the smell of the delicious breakfast on the table provoked Snape's empty stomach and he sat down next to it.

Everyone was already eating, except Simon, Georgina and Thomas who was not there.

— Mrs. Hydes...I mean, Paola, where are the others?— the young man asked Mrs. Hydes, who looked at him carefully.

— The Ministry of Magic is upside down, they had to rush there at dawn — she replied, then taking a sip of the orange juice in her glass — I'm glad I don't work there anymore, otherwise I'd have a headache too.

From an open window, a brown owl approaches and delivers a newspaper to the table next to Paola. The black cat, called Misft, tries to play with the bird that runs away from him.

— Anything new in the Daily Prophet? — Anasthasya asked, enjoying the pancakes made by the floating magic of the mansion itself.

Mrs. Hyde's expression hardened when she read the machete, but she tried to hide it.

— No, nothing very relevant — the woman says sharply, putting the paper aside — what will you do today? — she changed the subject, teenagers understand this clearly, but they are not interested enough to know why.

— I'm going to teach Snape how to ride a bike and we're going to the lake. We're not going to have lunch at home, I want to show him Angélica's cafeteria — The girl responds, seconds later she looks at Severus.

He avoided eye contact with his friend, a feeling of guilt arose in him after that morning erection. Anastasiya didn't know the reason for Severus' embarrassing look, but it was enough to make her eager for answers.

After breakfast, they leave the mansion heading to the nearby garage. The yard becomes more visible in daylight, and more beautiful.

The house was large and made of reddish bricks, the white wood in the details of the windows and balcony stood out. The beautiful backyard was flowery and full of life, with statues of people like those from the Renaissance era.

It was such a loving, familiar, cozy place. Severus would love being held captive in that house...with her.

— We're going to use Thomas and Georgina's old bikes — Hydes' voice takes Snape out of his thoughts, bringing him to reality.

From the garage, she takes a red bicycle with a basket, handing it to the visitor. Then she also takes a yellow bicycle out of the darkness with the right pedal halfway down.

The two walk to an isolated dirt road near the mansion, where they begin training.

Severus falls many, many times, scraping his knee and elbow, but Anasthasya forces him not to give up and he manages to pedal after 2 hours of trying.

— You really are a prodigy! It took me a whole month to learn not to fall — the girl said, as they pedaled on a steep dirt road to the lake.

— Well, I don't think you were hurt as much as... — Severus replies, feeling some burning in the small wounds.

— You're right, but at least now you know how to ride a bike! — Anasthasya tried to console him — You'll see, the nature of this region is so beautiful that you won't regret the injuries.

A few minutes later, Severus is enchanted by the sight. A huge lake in the middle of a small forest full of medium-sized trees, the clean air filled the young man's lungs, feeling pure and light like the breeze that moved his hair.

They leave their bikes next to where they sat, under the shade of a tree. Both felt their bodies touching, but they didn't want to change that.

Anasthasya rested her head on Severus' shoulder, who remained outwardly calm as his mind raced. He could hear her breathing, the birds singing, the sound of leaves caused by the wind and his own heart beating.

Severus closed his eyes, emptying his mind of fears, traumas, hatred and any negative feelings he had experienced. He opens it again and looks at the blue sky, that color...that color reminded him of something. "Ah yes, Anasthasya's favorite color."

The young wizard remembered the moment she said that to him. It was in the classroom, at the beginning of second year, she broke her pencil while drawing in her sketchbook. She needed any color and he gave her blue.

"Blue? It's my favorite color!" Little Snape looked at the genuine smile of the girl, who became his friend, but now matured, he wanted to be something more.

— I can't believe it... I'm going to be 17... —she murmured, with her eyes focused on the lake — I wish I was 16 forever...

— Me too. Something tells me this is going to be our golden years.

— Snape.

— Yes?

— Do you want to swim in the lake?

— With what? — he laughs — we didn’t bring bathing suits.

— We swam in these clothes.

— It'll get wet.

— So we swam without clothes — after the sentence, Severus remains silent.

The idea of being naked scares them, especially in each other's eyes.

— We just... don't look down... — Severus answers, he couldn't say no to Anasthasya's wishes.

— OK then. Turn your back.

They both get up and face away from each other. Shamefully, they removed their clothes, exposing their bodies.

— Wait for me to get into the water... — Anastasiya murmured, with slow steps, she enters the lake.

The cool water makes your body relax and stay submerged from the neck down.

— I have my eyes closed, you can come in — Hydes calls him, with his vision in the pitch black.

Snape approaches in a withdrawn manner, swimming until he is on the same level as Anasthasya and in front of her.

— You can open your eyes — he says.

Anastasiya opens her eyes, smiling when she sees the boy in front of her. The girl didn't know why, but she felt comfortable around him despite the situation she put them in.

Anasthasya looked at him in an... intimate way. As if she had just kissed him or made love, she didn't know what it was clearly, but wanted more of that feeling.

Hydes starts playing water fight, attacking him by surprise with a ladle of liquid in her hand.

During that sunny afternoon, the two walked around the small town near the Hydes house, having lunch at Angélica's cafe.

"Didn't I say they were the best lasagnas in the whole world?!" Anasthasya said it repeatedly on the way home and Severus agreed with the statement.

They arrived back at the mansion around 5 pm. The girl took her friend to get to know the house better, showing him every detail of the house full of magic, the clean laundry room, the library full of books, the basement with souvenirs from the Hydes family and the recreation room with desk, chessboard, easel, etc. Every now and then, they would see enchanted objects floating through the corridors, such as candles, brooms and crystals.

She also introduced him better to the yard and garden, explained about the fruits in Paola's garden, the magical motorcycle she received from Thomas on her fifteenth birthday, her father's shed full of trinkets and Georgina's (not so secret) stash of jams.

After dinner, the two spend the rest of the evening finding old books with extraordinarily strange and peculiar names.

They fall asleep on the library table next to each other and are carried to bed by Simon's floating spell.

"I don't think they're just friends" Paola murmured to her husband, they were both in Anasthasya's room, already asleep in her bed.

"Me neither, but I value Nana's safety." Mr. Hydes answered her quietly, focusing his gaze on his beloved daughter.

"Me too...but I think Severus is a good boy." Mrs. Hydes defends him.

"Maybe."

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The days pass, more fun and joyful than usual for Severus. Seeing Anasthasya in another way made him meet another half of her, the same went for her with him.

Hydes has never seen his friend smile and laugh so much, always hiding in that rigid and isolated shell, hiding the feelings likely to cause his happiness.

It was the day before Anasthasya's birthday when they were on a hill near the city.

— Hey, pose there, I want to draw you — she asks, taking a notebook and mechanical pencil from her bag.

— I don't want you to draw me — he replies, trying to back away.

— Come on, I never managed to draw your face! — the girl then goes into emotional blackmail, pouting and crying.

— Ugh, fine! — Severus rolls his eyes, standing up and facing his friend.

- That's right! Further back... — then she starts to draw what she saw in front of her.

Focusing on the small and large details, Hydes draws the figure of Snape standing with part of the view behind him. The boy stood for about 20 minutes posing for Anasthasya. It was a cloudy day with rain forecast, his medium black hair was swaying in the wind, and she made a point of drawing the movement.

- Ready! Come here and see! — she shouts, which makes Snape approach her from behind and sit nearby — Did you like it?

— It's...very beautiful....— he murmurs, impressed by the details no matter how simple the drawing is — seriously, it's incredible... so pretty that I can't see myself there...

— Well, I only drew you the way I see you... — Nana sighed, looking into Severus' black eyes before finishing the sentence — ...pretty.

Snape turns his gaze to the girl, not surprised by her words but rather honored. Anasthasya, a person he considered one of the most beautiful he had ever seen, praised her snotty appearance. Not that she hadn't said she thought he was handsome before, but there was something different. The sparkle in her eyes, the softness in her voice, everything that happened that week...

Hydes notices a red insect on Severus' cheek and carefully, she runs her thumb over the boy's pale cheek. It was a ladybug that climbs onto the girl's finger.

— So cute... — she smiles, and ends up infecting her close friend. The young woman gently places the insect on the grass and turns her eyes to her friend — how long are you going to stay here?

— The day after your birthday I plan to go, you know... I'm worried about my mother and my cat — he explains, averting eye contact.

— I understand... — Anastasiya tears off the page from the notebook, handing the drawing to Severus — here, for you.

— But...I can't accep-

— Keep quiet, it's your gift. So that you can always remember that you are not disgusting and weird as people who don't know you say... and that there is someone who sees your beauty.

— Ana... — he accepts the gift, feeling his eyes water at Hydes' affectionate words. They hug, in an awkward but still perfect way.

Affection. It was one of the things he felt for her, no matter how rude she sometimes acted, he felt a huge desire to reciprocate all her kind words, her tender looks, her joyful and unique smile and her warm embrace with the only thing he could offer her, himself.

AW: Hi, It's another chapter completed. This last part kind of came out unexpectedly after I made the drawing above. But I liked it, and here only my opinion really matters. <3

#fanfic #oc #professor snape #severus snape #severus snape fandom #snape content #young snape #snape art

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Scott Walker:

Most Fucked Song: Clara

Favorite Song: Farmer In The City, Nite Flights

Propaganda: "Scott Walker’s career began with him singing lyrics like “The tears are always clouding your eyes when you’re without love, baby” over big, bombastic string arrangements. His career ended with him singing lyrics like “I’ve severed your reeking gonads and fed them to your shrunken face” over electric guitar drones, the sound of machetes being sharpened, fart noises, and, occasionally, big, bombastic string arrangements. Bear in mind that he released said latter-day music at 69 years old. No one will ever have a career like his, or make music like his, ever again. (As an aside, I nominate “Clara” for most fucked-up since it’s about the brutal execution of Mussolini and his mistress and features a side of meat being punched for percussion, but if you can stomach all of that, the listening experience is extremely rewarding.)"

Skippocalyptic:

Most Fucked Song: Rend

Favorite Song: The Litany of Shifting Forms, The House of God

Propaganda: "theyve got a lot of tma music"

#scott walker #skippocalyptic #poll #music

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dottores · 3 years

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WASTELANDS

hanma shuji x fem!reader haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: all you could do was try to take as many of them out as possible before your dwindling time finally ran up and you became one yourself.

genre: post-apocalypse au (the domestics x tokyo ghoul au), action, angst, smut

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, blood and gore, cannibalism, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, profanity, MCD, UNEDITED, MDNI 18+ … more to be added

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CHAPTER TWO

It was stronger than the last two you encountered, you noted, shifting to the side as its fist blurred past your head and into the side of the boxcar, watching with distinct interest as the metal of the freight train shrieked and bent under the force of its punch. You stepped to the side as the ghoul came launching toward you, skidding past you through the gravel ground.

“You’re pretty strong,” you noted, watching the ghoul rise back to its feet, attention solely on you despite the numerous other people in the area.

If it was stronger than you, you’d have to be faster and smarter. One wrong hit and you’d be down and dead, and so would Hina and Naoto and those girls and those stupid brats that got you caught up in this.

You leaned back on your heels, hands swinging at your sides and a frown tugging at your lips as you considered what to do. You were usually able to catch them off guard if you were going to engage a ghoul in conflict, and it had been the reason you had been able to kill so many of them. Despite how much stronger and faster and more durable your body had become, you still had no actual training or practice when it came to fighting--this whole time you had been relying on getting the jump on them.

And now…

You weren’t sure if it was fear or some sort of sick excitement bubbling in your chest as you watched the ghoul’s legs tense, black veins bulging through the skin of its calves up through its neck. You supposed this would be the real test--if this thing had been bold enough to attack such a large group while you had also been in the area, it wasn’t gonna be some push over like the one from last night, and you weren't going to be able to catch it off guard like the one from the department shop earlier.

Your tongue kissed the back of your teeth as your lips involuntarily tug upwards into a smile beneath your mask. Don’t fuckin’ smile, you told yourself, you’re in danger, Hina and Naoto are in danger, why-

But you just couldn’t push the giddy feeling away and it made you anxious because you had never been so intoxicated at the prospect of violence before in your life.

“Their bloodlust and aggression is off the scales,” Yamagishi said, shaking his head, “It’s insane; the virus must’ve fucked up their brains or something ‘cause it’s like the only thoughts running through their head surround fighting and killing and surviving.”

You wondered if the newfound excitement had something to do with that and it made you sick to your stomach.

The cold wind stung against your eyes as you watched the ghoul, “Well?” you goaded, “You comin’?”

It was on you in an instant and you only just barely managed to dodge the lunge for your head, its nails grazing your check and ripping off the mask covering the bottom half of your face. The chilly air hit your nose and your lips curled up in annoyance, “Piece of shit,” you spat, “was my last mask.”

You supposed your saving grace came in the form of their loss of ability to form complex lines of thought, you considered as you shifted out of the way from yet another swipe targeting your neck, leaning back and driving your foot into its stomach, sending it sprawling forward onto the ground. It was up before you could get close enough to put your machete through it and you grimaced as you braced yourself for another attack.

If they had been able to actually to plan out their attacks instead of just aiming for the most vital areas, you’d be done for--you knew that, you were shit at defending your left side and if they were any smarter, they’d be able to capitalize on it, but the most they ever tried to attack was the neck and-

the knee?!

Your eyes shot open as the ghoul crouched down, launching itself low at your legs. A gasp was torn from your lips as it hooked its hand around your left leg, dragging you to the ground underneath it, your machete clattered somewhere to the left of you.

“Fucker,” you spat out, eyes wide and breath erratic as you flung your arm up just in time to protect your neck from where the ghoul was about to try to rip out your throat. You winced as its teeth tore through your forearm guard and into your skin, holding back a gag at the filthy, grotesque bloody scent overwhelming your nose.

Oh fuck, you thought, vision going spotty and mind going fuzzy. You grit your teeth as you forced your forearm further into its mouth, using its head as leverage to slam it off of you and down into the ground next to you, shifting on top of it.

Your free hand curled around the blade of your machete and you grimaced as it cut through your glove and into your skin. You let out a sharp hiss of pain as you felt the nails of the ghoul’s free hand dig into your neck, ripping through your skin. Your blood splattered across the ghoul’s face and your lips twisted down in disgust as its tongue darted out to lick your blood off of its lips.

“Fuckin’ creep,” you snarled, driving the machete through its head and twisting hard which evidently was a mistake as it didn’t die right away. You scowled as it let out a loud shriek of pain, deafening to your ears and undoubtedly about to attract plenty of ghouls hanging around Meiji-dori.

Fuck, you thought to yourself as you dragged the machete through its face until it stopped moving and pushed yourself to your feet, gotta get out of here.

“Are you okay?” you turned to ask the three girls, who were still laying on the ground several feet away, watching you with wide eyes.

“You-” the blonde breathed out, “How did you-”

“Emma!” a loud, male voice called from where Toman and Moebius had been fighting and you had half a mind to tell him to shut the fuck up but you supposed it didn’t matter--there was no way it didn’t hear the ghoul anyway.

You looked from the corner of your eye watching as a tall blonde with a tattoo on the side of his head helped the blonde girl, who must be Emma, to her feet. He looked over her carefully, hands circled around her biceps.

Behind him, the fighting between Moebius and Toman had stopped, both sides instead now looking in your direction and at the dead ghoul at your feet.

“I’m okay,” Emma said drawing your gaze back toward the two of them, trying to push him away and focus her attention back on you but he didn’t let go of her, “Draken, I-”

You turned your attention away from them as a shorter boy with long dark hair approached the two of them, looking back toward the other two girls who had thrown themselves into the arms of an older boy with lavender hair who you could only assume was their brother from the similar looks.

“‘kashi,” one of the girls cried, “I-”

“I’m sorry,” you heard him interrupt her, voice shaky, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone-”

You let out a soft breath, shaking your head as the other members of Toman began to make their way over to the small group and you looked over at where Moebius was gathered around Osanai several yards away.

“Oi, Osanai,” you called, eyes trained on the man in the red jumpsuit who looked up at you cautiously. “Fuck outta here before I crush your skull.”

“What the fuck are you?” Osanai spit out, hand trembling around a gun strapped at his waist. “How the fuck did you keep up with that thing like that?”

“None of your business” you said, turning away from Moebius and looking up toward Miyashita Park, eyes focusing in on three separate figures crouching on the railing of the park a quarter of a mile down, staring down in your direction.

They’re coming, your lips pressed together tightly as you considered what to do, were they together? There was no way, it’s gotta be a coincidence that they’re all standing so close to each other. They’re not-

“Is that three of them?” an unfamiliar voice asked from beside you and you looked over at him sharply, eyes narrowed, taking in the bronze eyes and dark hair squinting at the figures in the distance. You nodded once, “Why aren’t they coming then?

You glanced back at the dead ghoul several feet away, “Wary, probably,” you said shortly, “Can smell one of them is dead over here.”

The man next to you looked surprised, “Hah?!” he asked, “They’re smart enough to know that?”

You frowned as you studied him, did they come out here with no idea of how the ghouls work?

You got your answer when another one of them spoke up--the blonde with the ponytail that had finally released Emma, “You got scratched and bit by one, you gonna turn into one?” he asked, watching you carefully.

Turn into one of them? How much contact have they even had with ghouls?

You turned to look at him, your frown deepening. Pain shot through your arm and you looked down, grimacing when you saw how the material of the forearm guard was intertwined with the shredded skin underneath it. You grunted lightly as you ripped it off of you, cringing as it tore off some skin with it.

“It’s not infectious anymore,” you told him, wincing at the feeling of your skin winding itself back together, “And even if it was, wouldn’t matter for me.”

You spared him a short look before extending your arm, showing him the black veins typical of the ghouls marring your skin.

“You’re one of them?” the black haired man next to you asked, brows furrowed. “Then why aren’t-”

“No,” you said, “not yet, at least. Only a matter of time.”

You glanced back up at the park, an unsettled feeling sweeping over you as you realized that all three of the ghouls that had been up there were gone. You inhaled softly, eyes flickering back the way you came from. You couldn’t sense anything out of the ordinary yet but… gotta get back to the others.

You turned to leave but a hand circled around your wrist before you could move, you looked back, irritated, eyes meeting the wide honey ones of Emma, who was looking down at your forearm curiously. Her fingers traced across the now healed skin softly.

“It’s healed already,” she said quietly, “Your forearm, it was all torn up.”

“Yeah,” you said, tugging your arm out of her grasp, “Look, I-”

“So you were infected and then you were just… okay?” Emma suddenly asked, looking at you akin to an excited puppy, “You-”

“I’m having the same side effects as the ghouls, it’s just affecting my mind slower,” you interrupted Emma, anxious to get back to your cousins. Emma was once against looking back down at the black veins marring your arm curiously, fingers poking at it. “Now-”

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you,” Emma said, and you pressed your lips together at the second interruption. Holy fuck, you were going to lose it. “I studied biology in college and was specializing in cell biology for my graduate degree. I’m wondering if the virus somehow caused some sort of new cell mutation, a whole new type of cell, even, if it’s able to heal you so quick and, I mean, on top of the speed and stre-”

“I have to go,” you said, shaking her off again, “I-”

“Where are you going?” a new voice asked and you swore it took everything in you to keep your temper under control as your eyes shot toward the other dark-haired man, the one who had approached Emma. Your eyes met his dark, eerily empty ones and you paused, a strange feeling passing over you as you considered him.

There’s something off about him. Familiar.

Did you know him before things went down?

No, you realized, it was something else.

You don’t have time for this, you reminded yourself, gotta get to Hina and Naoto.

“To my cousins,” you said sharply, “You need to leave too. It’s only a matter of time before those ghouls come here, this won’t keep them away for long.”

You immediately turned to leave, ignoring the protests that followed, quickly making your way back the way you had come from, set on finding your cousins. You squinted as the cool air stung your eyes from the speed you were running at, biting at your lips.

“Hey!” you heard one of them call after you, “You didn’t even let us-”

You tuned out their voices as you jumped on top of the boxcar you had left your cousins and the others in before hopping down on the other side. You slid the door open and looked into the boxcar, peeking around before your eyes finally fell on the six of them, “Everything’s okay?”

“There you are,” Hinata said, a relieved expression crossing over her face as she threw herself forward into your arms. You let out a soft breath as you wrapped an arm around her waist, patting her back awkwardly. “There was so much shouting and that scream, are you okay?”

“I’m-”

“There’s blood all over you,” Naoto said, frowning as he stepped forward, grabbing your right arm and looking over you once.

“I’m fine,” you finished, throwing him a disgruntled glare at the interruption. You were sure you’d been interrupted more times in the past thirty minutes than you had ever been before in your entire life. “Like I said would happen, a ghoul showed up. I handled it. Your Toman boys are fine.”

“Did you see Takemichi?” Sendo asked, stepping forward with wide eyes.

“I don’t know what Takemichi fucking looks like,” you said, “all I know is that he’s Hina’s pussy ass ex.”

“Y/n,” Hinata complained as she finally pulled off of you and you only sighed, squeezing her shoulder lightly.

“We’re gonna have to get out of here, get back to the tower. There are at least three ghouls waiting up in Miyashita Park that I saw,” you said, “We’ll have to try again in a few days, we-”

“Why did you run like that?”

Your eye twitched as you were interrupted again and you turned to face the group of Toman members who were approaching the boxcar, pushing Hina and Naoto back behind the door and out of sight. Your eyes dropped onto the black-haired, amber-eyed man who had been standing next to you before.

“Why are you following me?” you shot back because they were out of their minds if they thought you were going to let them tag along with you and your cousins and the others across Shibuya and you had a disturbing feeling that that was exactly what they were leading to asking because they clearly did not think things through before leaving wherever they had been holed up.

The blonde that Emma had called Draken bowed his head down and you looked at him suspiciously, “You saved Emma, Mana and Luna’s lives, we wanted to thank you,” he rose his gaze to meet yours, “and we wanted to ask-”

“No,” you said sharply, causing Draken to look back up at you with a frown.

“You didn’t even-”

“You came out of your base with no knowledge of the new layout of Tokyo and no knowledge of what ghouls are, you are not tagging along with us and I am not wasting my time explaining, we need to get back across Dogenzaka before nightfall. Go find a building to hide in on Jingu-mae dori for the night and try again tomorrow. I’m not-”

“Y/n,” Sendo interrupted, stepping forward, “come on, they’re our old friends.”

“Then go with them,” you said, not even bothering to look at him, keeping your gaze trained on Draken, “You’re too large of a group. I’m not putting my cousins and I at risk for you. You’ll have to figure it out yourselves.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said, ignoring the guilt that churned in your stomach as you watched Emma’s face crumble from where she was standing next to Draken.

You’re sending them to die, you told yourself, you’re okay with that?

All that matters is Hina and Naoto.

“Seibu Department has some good areas you could hideout in for the night, you-”

“The doors are shattered,” Takuya said quietly and you exhaled lightly.

“Akkun? Takuya?” a voice called quietly and your eyes focused on a bruised-up dark-haired boy that pushed himself to the front of the crowd of Toman.

“Takemichi,” Sendo said, eyes wide as he rushed off of the boxcar toward the other man, Takuya, Suzuki and Yamagishi at his heels. You watched the reunion with a frown, glancing up at the steadily setting sun with growing impatience. You glanced back at Hinata and Naoto, the former of which was staring at the ground of the boxcar intently and the latter of which was grimacing as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell what was running through his head but you knew you didn’t like it.

“Naoto and Hina?” you heard Takemichi suddenly demand loudly and you turned your attention back toward him, eyes narrowed. You watched as he tried to peer into the boxcar, expression hopeful, “Hina’s in there? She’s okay?”

Over to the side, Hinata shifted and you shot her a glare.

Don’t you dare, we need to get out of here. This isn’t the time for reunions.

Hinata only shot you a guilty look as she stepped out into the open in front of you, looking down at Takemichi whose lips were parted in shock and eyes were wide in amazement, “Hina,” he breathed out.

“Hina!” Emma cried out, throwing herself onto the boxcar and into Hinata’s arms and you pressed your lips together tightly, briefly shutting your eyes.

Fuck, you thought, irritation swelling in you like a rising tide. We don’t have time for this. Once night falls, the ghouls will become more active, they always are.

Your eyes drifted across the group standing on the railways at the foot of the boxcar watching as they talked quietly amongst themselves. You rubbed your hand against your mouth as you tried to figure out what to do. Emma and Hinata were all but crying in each other's arms and you knew damn well that Hinata wasn’t just going to let you walk away now.

Fuck.

You could just drag her? you considered, there wasn’t much she’d be able to do if you just threw her over your shoulder and left; Naoto would follow, so he wouldn’t be an issue.

She wouldn’t forgive you if you did that, you reminded yourself.

Does it matter? At least her life wouldn’t be at risk because of these people.

You grit your teeth, as your gaze hesitated on the two younger girls, still clutching the arms of their brother. They’re kids, no way they’re any older than eighteen, you’re okay with condemning them to death?

They could die anyway, and bring Hina and Naoto down with them.

Fuck.

You didn’t know what to do and the anxiety was starting to eat at you. You couldn’t stay on the railway, they’d show up any minute. You were surprised they hadn’t shown up already, honestly. Your eyes darted back across the group, pausing on the same one that had caught your attention earlier--he was already looking at you and a strange, uncomfortable feeling shot down your spine as your eyes met his dark ones.

Who are you? you questioned silently, eyes narrowed, unable to pinpoint why he was so familiar because you were sure you had never met him before.

“Sano Manjiro,” he replied, evidently you had not questioned as silently as you had believed, “You can call me Mikey, though.”

Sano Manjiro, the invincible Mikey, president of Toman, was that why he was familiar?

No, you recognized, it’s something else.

“I’ll take you guys back to the hotel,” you finally said, looking over the group of two dozen, “Once we get there, you stay the night and leave in the morning. We’ll fill you in on what we know when we get there. I’m not going out of my way to protect you guys, so just do what I say, and I swear to god if you pull the trigger on one of your guns, I’ll kill you myself, you’ll get us swarmed by them.”

You hopped off of the boxcar, turning your head to look at the setting sun, “We gotta get moving though,” you said quietly, “or we’re not gonna make it before dark and then I really won’t be able to protect you all.”

“Than-” Draken began.

“Thank me if you get there alive,” you said, sparing him a short look, “Hina, Naoto, come on.”

You shoved your hands in the pockets of your pants as you pushed past the group of Toman members, pausing momentarily as you passed by Mikey, eyeing him from the corner of your eye. What is up with you? you thought to yourself, eyes narrowed. Frustration rising as you were unable to pinpoint what was setting off the alarm bells in you.

You shook your head lightly, inhaling sharply as you continued past him and then froze.

His scent, that’s what off, he smells like-

Your eyes widened as you took in one more subtle deep breath, turning your head to look at him fully. The empty expression had disappeared from his eyes when he noticed the look of recognition in yours, replaced by one that edged on pleading.

Not here, you could practically hear him beg.

“Hey, what’s your name anyway?” you distantly heard the other dark-haired man ask but your attention was so focused on Mikey that you could barely hear him.

“Y/n,” you heard yourself respond instinctively.

You forced yourself to look away and keep moving forward, body tense and mind racing with the new knowledge you had just discovered.

Mikey was like you.

---

“Hi,” you heard a new voice say quietly and you briefly shut your eyes before you turned your head to the right, eyes falling upon the lavender-haired brother of the two younger girls.

“Hello,” you replied, dragging your eyes off of him and back to the sidewalk ahead, slightly disappointed at the disruption of the peace and quiet you had become used to. Toman, at the very least, had taken your words seriously before leaving the rail line. They had been, up until this point, almost entirely quiet and they had been listening to your words as if it were gospel and they were devout congregants. And you appreciated it because you were about halfway back to Cerulean Tower and there hadn’t yet been any scares

“Two of the girls you protected,” he said, clearing his throat roughly, “They were my younger sisters.”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, “I figured,” you said dryly, pointedly looking up at his hair, and he flushed, looking down.

“Thank you for protecting them,” he said quietly and you sighed, eyes meeting his briefly before you looked away.

“You can’t leave ‘em like that,” you said quietly, “I get it’s dangerous bringing them closer to the brawl but the ghouls are just too fast and you were trekkin’ right through their territory, Miyashita is crawling with them. If I hadn’t reacted when I did-”

“I know-”

“I was a split second from not making it there in time,” you told him watching a grimace cross over his face.

“I know,” he said again, letting out a long breath, “We didn’t know about Miyashita.”

You shook your head, “Don’t know much about ghouls apparently either,” you noted, and you watched as his face went even more red as he looked down at the ground.

“We sent people to scout and try to get some intel but they never came back,” he said quietly and you pressed your lips together, keeping your eyes trained forward as you remembered the bodies hanging from the Dogenzaka Uniqlo. “Our radio broke a little into the first week, we weren’t able to find parts to replace it or a new one. We had to get out of there, we were based near the Togo Shrine off of Takeshita and Takeshita was getting worse and worse each day. They were starting to wander over to where we were staying.”

“I haven’t been up to Takeshita,” you said quietly, “It’s that bad?”

“I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to,” he admitted, “but passing through it we lost almost a dozen guys, probably would’ve lost more but Mikey and Baji were able to take one of them down and they stopped coming after that.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really?” you asked curiously, glancing over at him and he nodded. Mikey, you supposed, wasn’t really surprising. You weren’t sure if the virus had affected you both the same way but if it had, he should be able to go toe-to-toe with one of them. You glanced back at him curiously but looked away when you realized that he was already looking at you.

“Baji almost lost his arm but yeah,” he said, “It came at us from above, attacked Baji. I don’t know how Mikey was able to react fast enough but he knocked it off of Baji and then Baji put a machete through its leg while it was down and immobilized it long enough for Mikey to kill it.”

“Ah,” you said, “Who’s Baji?”

“Baji Keisuke,” he nodded over to the dark-haired man with amber eyes that had initially been standing by you, and you took in the slinged arm that you hadn’t even noticed in your race to get to Hinata and Naoto.

“I’m Mitsuya Takashi, by the way,” the lavender haired man suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck, “forgot to introduce myself.”

You spared him a brief look, nodding at him, “Nice to meet you,” you said, focusing your attention back on the streets in front of you, eyes darting up and down Center Gai street from the side street you had the others packed in. Your hair was on end and an uncomfortable feeling stirred in your stomach.

It was still around, you realized, trying to pinpoint where it might be. You could feel it around, you looked back at Mikey, trying to figure out if he could feel it too but he was only staring at you questioningly.

You turned your attention to the building up at the darkening sky and you frowned, “We’re not gonna be able to make it to the hotel before dark,” you said, turning your attention to the others, “We’re traveling too slow because of our group size and it’s too dangerous to cross Center Gai and Dogenzaka after dark. It’s harder for me to see them coming and I won’t be able to keep all of you alive, there’s too many of you, and I know there was at least one hanging around here earlier. It’s better if we camp out in one of these buildings for the night, less risky.”

“Can’t we just cut south? Avoid Dogenzaka?” you heard one of the other Toman members ask and you shook your head.

“No,” you said, “we can’t get too close to Shibuya station, it’s fuckin’ swaming with them. We’re going across to Bunkamura-dori and then cutting down across Dogenzaka, through Mark City and around Tokyu Plaza. Dogenzaka will be the worst part--widest street and we have to get down it a bit before crossing under Mark City.”

You hesitated as you spared Mitsuya a short glance as you remembered the sight that awaiting them on the Uniqlo building, “Three of your guys are strung up on one of the buildings,” you said quietly, watching as he winced, “work of Moebius, I’m assuming.”

“We shouldn’t have let them leave,” you heard a new voice spit out, “They-”

“Chifuyu,” Draken said and you looked back at them, watching as a shorter blonde who was standing near Baji quieted down, “If we had stayed, we would’ve gotten attacked by ghouls, who knows how many more people we would’ve lost. It wasn’t worth the risk, there aren’t that many of us left.”

The blonde, Chifuyu, looked away and you took the momentary silence to motion toward the steel door on the side of the building closest to you. “We’ll stay there for the night, try to find an area without any windows deeper in the building just in case.”

“I’ll go in first,” Mikey spoke up, making eye contact with you briefly, “You watch our backs?”

“Just be careful,” you said, “I haven’t seen any in buildings but there’s no telling if one managed to slip in.”

Mikey only nodded, turning his attention toward it. He rattled the door knob once and you cringed as he drove his foot into it, slamming the door open with an ominous shriek of metal.

You directed your attention back to the closest entrance of the side street and then to the roofs above you, swallowing thickly.

Loud, you thought, too loud.

You stood tense as you listened to Mikey and a few of the other Toman members cautiously enter the building, only glancing back when you felt Hinata and Naoto start funneling into the building with them, your heart beating in your chest wildly.

What if there is one in there? It could tear through them before-no, that Mikey guy is in there, he’s like you he-no, he couldn’t even feel the ghoul approaching Emma and Mitsuya’s sisters, what if he can’t pinpoint it fast enough?

Fuck, you thought to yourself, was a mistake leaving the tower to begin with.

After a few moments passed, you allowed the tension in your shoulders to dissipate.

Nothing.

You couldn’t hear anything coming from the streets around or the roofs above, the most noise you could pick up was the chilly wind blowing around garbage on the streets. The one that you had seen earlier must have wandered off, you realized, but the thought sent a dark feeling curling through you.

What had drawn it away? It had just been here.

From what you had seen from the days and nights you spent out in Shibuya, ghouls seemed to stick to one area unless drawn somewhere else and it would’ve heard the door if it had been in this area and it would’ve come running.

But it didn’t, you thought, anxiety riding.

“There’s nothing coming,” you said quietly, hands uncurling at your sides as you looked over at Mitsuya Takashi, who had remained behind with you, holding the door for you to enter. He let out a breath and nodded for you to join them in the building and after sparing one last wary glance toward Center Gai street, you stepped past him and into the building.

You winced as the door creaked shut loudly behind him and the two of you walked further into the building, joining the larger group deeper into the building:

“Is this a fuckin’ IKEA?” Baji Keisuke asked loudly, voice ringing around the massive room that you had stepped into. Several voices hushed him at once but you only looked around, taking in all of the furniture set up around the eerily silent warehouse-like room.

“Yeah,” you said, “There’s nothing in here, come on, let’s find somewhere away from any windows to rest.”

—

“I thought your cousins told you to sleep,” a voice called quietly from behind you.

You stiffened, refusing to turn and look at him as you kept your eyes trained running up and down Center Gai Street, “They tell me to do a lot of things,” you said dryly, “I rarely listen.”

Although you probably should, you considered. It had been nearly three full days since you last slept and you could feel it starting to get to you. You needed to be at peak performance if you wanted to get through Center Gai and Dogenzaka without anyone dying, you warned yourself. You can’t leave them helpless while they’re sleeping, you countered and only decided to shake your head. You’ll sleep when you have them safe in the tower, you decided, you could survive another night without it.

Mikey snorted lightly at your words as he took a seat next to you on the dresser set up at the front of the store, looking out at the street.

“How much do you know about them?” Mikey asked after a few moments.

You pressed your lips together, considering how to answer. You really didn’t know anything for sure, only stuff that Yamagishi was able to put together from your observations and the radio stations, “For sure? Not much,” you said, “Only theories from what I’ve been able to see and talk to with Yamagishi.”

“How much do you know about us?” Mikey’s voice was more hesitant as he spoke, and your throat felt tight. Even though you had realized what he was earlier on your own, it was different getting verbal confirmation for it and despite it all, you couldn’t help the warm feeling spread through because at least you weren’t alone.

“Also not much,” you admitted quietly.

“You think we’re gonna turn into one of them?” Mikey finally looked at you and you only met his eyes for a moment—they were like a fucking void, you thought uncomfortably, as dark and maddening as the lightless nights of the past two weeks.

“There are moments…” you paused, trying to find the words, because you didn’t want to tell him that you thought it was hopeless, “there’s urges, violent, aggressive, I can’t-“

“Control it?” Mikey asked, and you looked up at him again, nodding once. He grimaced, “Yeah, I get the same ones. You think it’s from how the virus is affecting us?”

“I mean, I’ve never blacked out and ripped someone to shreds until I was infected,” you said wryly.

“I… I guess I had issues before I got infected,” he said, staring out at the street blankly, “It’s never been this bad. It’s hard to control and it gets worse when I fight; it gets worse every day, really.”

You remembered the thrilling feeling from earlier when you faced the ghoul and grit your teeth, looking down at your hands.

“I couldn’t feel it coming,” Mikey shook his head, changing the subject, “You did, and you were further away. Your senses are better.” He glanced down at your arm, “and you heal faster. I’m pretty sure I’m stronger, though, and faster physically.”

“It would make sense,” you said, “from all the ones I’ve encountered, I’ve noticed that some are a lot faster than others while others are a lot stronger, there seems to be leagues of physical capability and areas that their bodies adapted better to. I haven’t seen one that heals fast yet.”

Mikey’s lips twisted into a sarcastic smile, “Well, let’s hope we don’t.”

You snorted, “Yeah, that would be unfortunate.”

For a moment, the two of you sat there in silence, legs barely brushing and the draft from the windows chilling your face. You felt at ease, you realized and a strange feeling came over you at the thought because when was the last time you had felt that way? Years ago, probably, long before you were hospitalized.

Why? Mikey is a stranger. You don’t even feel at ease with your cousins anymore because-

because you were afraid you were going to lose control and hurt them.

Oh.

You stole another look toward the dark-haired man, looking away when you noticed he was already looking at you. If you lost control, Mikey would be able to stop you, that’s why-

“You should travel with us,” Mikey suddenly said and you stiffened, glancing over at him, “with your cousins, of course. I doubt Emma is gonna want to leave Hinata-chan behind after finally getting to see her again.”

You immediately opened your mouth to respond no because why on earth would you ever risk Hinata and Naoto’s life by having them wandering around with a gang not only through ghoul territory but also likely through the territory of other gangs but you couldn’t help but find yourself hesitating.

You’re going to turn into one of them, you reminded yourself, do you really want to risk Hinata and Naoto being on their own after you’re gone? Would they be able to take care of themselves?

Would they be better off in a group? If it came to combat, maybe, but groups are also easier pickings. You cringed as you thought back to that second day, remembering how you had watched a group of teenagers get torn apart on Route 246 trying to flee from a ghoul. There was nothing you could have done, you told yourself, feeling the nausea build up in your gut again, dark spots swimming in your vision as the terrified faces of the kids flashed through your mind, half of them were dead before you even realized what was happening.

What if you lose it while you’re with them? What if-

“You don’t have to answer right now,” Mikey said, cutting off your train of thought, “but I figured considering our situation it might be best for us to…”

Have a safety net, you finished, because if either of you lost control…

“I’ll think about it,” you finally said, looking down at your hands, “I need to talk to them.”

“You also kind of suck at fighting, you rely too much on surprise,” he added and you blinked, looking over at him, offended.

Excuse me?

“Thanks,” you said dryly and a small smile tugged at Mikey’s lips, eyes lifting in a way that briefly made him appear far more approachable than the empty look that had previously been adorning his face.

“You-” he began but just as the words began to leave his lips, a cold feeling struck your spine, forcing you to sit upright as you looked around.

Danger?

“What is it?” Mikey asked, rising to his feet when he noticed your change in posture.

You opened your mouth to respond but hesitated because you weren’t quite sure what you were feeling. Danger, yes, but what? It was worse than anything you had ever felt but even as you shut your eyes and tried to focus on listening to see if anything was approaching, you couldn’t pinpoint it. Mikey hovered next to you and you could feel his eyes on you but you could only grit your teeth and furrow your brows when you realized that you couldn’t hear anything.

“Something’s wrong,” you said quietly, opening your eyes to look around, hopping off the dresser, “I can’t hear anything though, I don’t know what it is.”

“A ghoul?” Mikey asked and you could only shake your head, worry increasing.

“I don’t-” you began but cut yourself off as you caught movement across Center Gai Street, eyes focusing in on a building in the distance where a figure was standing on the roof. Your lips parted as you noticed what seemed to be attached to its shoulders, because were those-

“Are those wings?” Mikey asked quietly, evidently following your stare to the figure on the building, “Is the virus still mutating? What is that?”

“I don’t know,” you responded quietly but there was a very sick feeling in your gut that only grew as you watched the figure disappear into darkness in the direction of the Cerulean Hotel.

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larksthighs · 3 years

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don’t go - jj maybank

OBX SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD

tw: mentions of death, throwing up, a few curse words

word count: 3636

“Holy shit it worked… we got the fuckin’ cross baby! Let’s go!”

“JJ shut up, now isn’t exactly the time to be yelling,” you hissed back, trying to keep him quiet. With all of The Coastal Venture’s crew and a very psychotic Rafe Cameron on the hunt for stowaways, the best thing you can do right now is be discreet and get to the lifeboat.

“Right, right, stowaways on a boat where the crew is out to kill, forgot about that,” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You roll your eyes at him and start to speed walk around a corner, hoping to find it clear so you can get your asses off of the boat before you get captured. JJ starts to walk towards the edge of the boat as you round the corner, but you take a step back as you're faced with one of the crew members who has a knife strapped to his hip.

“I don’t see him,” JJ says before turning around, quickly seeing the problem that you two are facing.

“J!”

JJ plants himself between you and the crew member, who orders him to get down on his knees. Before you know what’s happening, the crew member takes a swing a JJ, who ducks it, which gives you the opportunity to pin his hand holding the machete against the wall, hoping that JJ can take him down without facing major injuries. JJ throws a few punches to the guy’s face before you slam one of the metal doors open, hitting him in the head.

You look over the side of the boat, hoping to see John B and Sarah on the lifeboat coming your way, but all you’re met with is the vastness of the open ocean. Fuck.

“Where’s John B?” JJ asks, breathing heavily as he continues fighting.

“I don’t know!” you yell, exasperated and feeling the panic creeping into your chest. This whole trip has been an adrenaline rush, shit, this whole year, but the crew member isn’t going down without a fight and both you and JJ are tired from being trapped in a hot storage container with no food or water. You’re not sure how much energy you have saved up, you just hope it’s enough to fend off the crew member and escape to the lifeboat.

You hear the grunts of the men fighting behind you as you look over the edge of the ship, praying that John B will come around the back and you can finally escape. You hear a loud clang of a body hitting metal before you hear JJ call your name in a panic. You turn around just in time to see the crew member swing his machete towards you. You manage to duck twice before JJ stands up to help, grabbing the man’s arm. He elbows JJ hard in the ribs, effectively knocking the air out of him, before focusing his gaze on you. You duck just as the machete comes flying towards you, but the power of the man’s swing causes his body to circle around, hitting JJ in the head with the butt of the machete.

It feels like slow motion as you watch JJs body go flying backward, over the railing, and into the water. You hear the sound of the splash and can faintly hear yourself scream his name as you watch his body rise, face down. You turn around and use all of your force to kick the man in the stomach before standing on the railing and jumping into the water.

You hear the wind rushing past your ears and feel your clothing lifting with the wind. Your adrenaline is causing it to sound like there is water rushing through your ears before you submerge into the water, where everything goes completely silent for a split second. When you emerge from the water, you reach for JJ, spinning him onto his back and leaning yourself back so he is able to stay afloat.

“JJ? JJ! You gotta stay with me baby, okay? John B’s almost here, it’s okay, he’s almost here,” you say to him frantically. You’re treading the water with your arms wrapped around JJ’s stomach and you move his head to rest on your shoulder, hoping it will help him remain afloat.

“It’s okay JJ, we’re gonna be okay. Remember the surfing trip? We’re gonna go to South Africa and South America and cook fish on the fire and catch perfect waves all day, and then wake up and do it again. You gotta stay with me okay? I can’t do that without the best surfer in the Outer Banks with me,” you say in a joking way, hoping that he somehow hears you.

This past year has been a shipwreck, so to speak, but he’s been with you every step of the way. Every time you would come across an angry security guard or a square grouper or even the Limbrey’s, he always made sure to put himself between you and the harm. He never let anything happen to you, risking himself to make sure you came out safe and sound. And you would do that exact same for him.

Shit, you are going to do the exact same for him. There’s no way you’re going to let anything happen to him, you would die for him, and you know he would die for you.

You start to get panicked thinking of that. He took the blunt end of the machete because he stood up to protect you and now you’re holding his unconscious body in the water, unsure if he’s alive or not. You can’t feel his pulse because your arms are wrapped around him and you can’t let go to try to reach it because you don’t want him to end up off-balance with his face underwater.

That’s the reason you give yourself for not trying to find his pulse. You try to convince yourself that that’s why when in reality, you won’t be able to bear it if you’re holding your soulmate’s dead body in your arms.

“JJ, you can’t die on me, please don’t die on me, please, please…” you mumble as you feel yourself start to cry. John B is taking too long to get to you and you feel your energy running out, your legs starting to cramp the longer you tread. “Please JJ, you got this, I’m sure John B is on the way, we’re gonna be just fine baby, just hang on for a few more minutes.”

The waves are splashing into your body and causing water to spit into your face. You try to lift up your right shoulder to keep JJ’s head up but you can’t lean too far back or you start to sink. The waves mixed with the adrenaline running through your body sound deafening in your ears, your brain feeling cloudy and panicked. You’re out of breath and the treading is getting harder, your mouth going underwater every once in a while due to your efforts trying to keep JJ’s head up. The water splashing in your nose and mouth mixed with your heavy breathing makes your lungs feel tight, like you aren’t receiving enough air. You feel yourself running out of energy as the seconds go by, your adrenaline slowly starting to wear out with every minute.

“John B! John B! Help! Please…” you yell, before trailing off into a whisper, your voice breaking as you feel the tears run down your face. Your body is too exhausted from the grueling minutes you’ve spent in the water to be able to go on any longer.

“I love you JJ, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,” you cry, knowing that you have to give up, that your body can’t take it anymore. “I’m not leaving you.”

You tighten your grip on JJ’s body before leaning back further and closing your eyes, feeling yourself give up. You think about your mom and dad back home and how much they’ll miss you and how they’ll never know what happened to their baby. You wish that you had your dad there to save you. You wish that you were in better shape and were able to save JJ. You wish that JJ didn’t have such a big heart and would’ve never gone on the trip. You know it’s selfish, but at least he would be safe and sound right now instead of unconscious in your arms.

You continue sobbing, feeling a weight in your chest that’s so heavy it starts to physically pain you. You can’t handle the thought of JJ dying because of you, and the fear of yourself dying is coming onto you quickly. You never got to live out your dreams or live a long life with JJ filled with surf trips and bleach blonde surfer babies. You guys had plans for the future and right now they seem like they’re unreachable.

“JJ! JJ!” you hear multiple voices shouting as the sound of an engine comes closer. You open your eyes and see the lifeboat coming towards you, feeling relief as the weight lifts off of your chest.

“Oh my god, oh my god, holy fuck. John B! Help!” you yell, starting to kick your legs harder as the adrenaline comes back. You still feel tears coming down, but this time they’re tears of relief rather than grief. You were going to be okay, everything was going to be okay. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to the top of JJ’s. “We’re gonna be okay babe, they’re right here, we’re gonna be okay, just wait a few seconds.”

“JJ! No, no, no, no, no,” you hear John B say, obvious panic in his voice.

John B pulls the boat up to you and JJ, immediately reaching to grab JJ from your arms. People reach out to grab you, but you aren’t sure who grabs your arms, your attention all on JJ. You crawl to his side the second your body hits the bottom of the lifeboat.

“C’mon JJ, wake up, wake up,” you say to him, stroking his face. You hear the engine start as John B starts driving away but you’re only focused on JJ, not worried about anything else but him. You grab his shoulders and try to shake him awake. “JJ, please.”

Your voice is breaking as you talk to him and the tears are coming down your face rapidly. You can feel everyone watching you, hoping that their best friend makes it through. You’re still trying to wake him up when you feel the boat shake before the motor stops.

“What’s happening? We have to go!” you yell at John B, panic filling your voice.

“I know! I’m trying!”

You turn back towards JJ, putting a hand on his chest and shaking him roughly.

“Please, wake up,” you plead with a shaky voice. You start hitting his shoulder, yelling at him to wake up. You’re overrun with panic as the minutes go by, knowing that it means there’s less of a chance of him coming to. John B is yelling at JJ as you shake him when you feel his body jerk and see water come out of his mouth.

“That’s it baby, you’re okay,” you say, pushing his shoulder so his body is tilted to the side, making it easier for him to cough the water out.

When he lays back down, you cradle his head to your chest, giving him a tight hug. You pull back slightly and listen to him start to joke with John B before you get up and walk towards the front of the boat, feeling your chest constricting again.

You get on your knees at the front of the boat, resting your hands on them and hanging your head while trying to control your breathing, your stomach feeling nauseous. You lean over the side of the lifeboat and throw up into the water until you’re left dry heaving due to an empty stomach. You sit up and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before turning around to face everyone again, giving them a sheepish smile. Everyone is silent and looking at you with pity in their eyes as you make your way back to JJ’s side. Cleo cracks a joke that has everyone falling back into their normal chatter, leaving you and JJ in your own little world.

“Are you okay?” he asks, leaning into you as you wrap your arms around his head again, pulling him into your chest. You try to wipe some of the blood off of his injury before planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just tired,” you nod against his head, your voice crack giving away the fact that you aren’t really okay.

JJ lets it go for now knowing that you’re tired and he wants to keep his talking to a minimum as he feels the effects of a concussion sinking in. He pulls his head from your chest and sits up before pulling you into him, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. The relief of you and JJ being safe and alive mixed with the calm of the boat ride has you falling asleep quickly, your body needing the rest after fighting so hard in the ocean.

You’re shaken awake later by JJ and when you open your eyes you notice that the lifeboat is beached.

“Where are we?” you question, confused.

“Some deserted island, lucky for us I’ve watched a shit ton of Bear Grylls,” JJ says with a cocky smirk, jumping onto the sand.

“Great, we’re all doomed,” you say sarcastically as JJ extends a hand to help you jump out of the boat.

“Hey! Have a little faith in me would ya?” he says back, giving your shoulder a shove as you two start walking towards the others. You wrap your arm around his waist as you walk, leaning your head on his shoulder.

After John B gives a speech about living the ultimate pogue life on a deserted island with amazing waves and JJ decides to name the island Poguelandia, everyone splits up to start finding food, water, and firewood. You decide to walk with Sarah to try to find water as John B and JJ are searching for pieces of driftwood for the fire with Pope. Kie and Cleo are trying to find an area that’ll be a good place to set up a shelter for however long the group is stuck on the island.

“Are you okay? I know today was rough on you, emotionally and physically, how are you holding up?” Sarah asks as you guys are walking through the trees, stepping over random logs that are in the way.

“Besides the fact that my legs feel like jelly and I could probably sleep for the next 48 hours, I’m doing okay physically. Mentally though… I don’t know. I mean, I thought I was holding my boyfriend's dead body in my arms. I didn’t think we were gonna make it and now I feel guilty because I gave up and it would’ve been my fault if JJ died,” you tell her with tears in your eyes. She pulls you into a hug, letting you cry on her shoulder for a minute. “I thought we were gonna die Sarah. I couldn’t hang on any longer, if you didn’t show up when you did we’d probably both be dead. When he finally woke up I was so relieved but threw up because it all hit me, we both could’ve been dead and you guys would’ve found our bodies. I know we’ve all been through some pretty shitty and scary stuff this past year, but that was the closest I’ve ever come to death and it’s just a lot to process.”

“I know, I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s scary seeing the person you love get hurt, just the thought of John B possibly getting the death penalty had me so sick I could barely eat. And you shouldn’t feel guilty, you did everything you could. You never let JJ go, even when you were ready to give up you still held onto him. You know that if you let him go you would’ve had a better chance at surviving but you still held on, that was really brave of you. Trust me, he wouldn’t want you to feel guilty. It was a bad situation but you handled it the best you could and everything worked out in the end.”

You give her a nod while wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, giving her a quick thank you before you guys continue searching.

Later that night, everyone was sitting around the fire telling stories and having a good time. It was the most free you guys have felt in a long time, finally being able to feel like normal teenagers. Looking around at everyone’s smiling faces, you’re super grateful that these are the people you get to call your best friends.

As it gets late and the fire starts to get smaller, everyone starts to head to bed. You and JJ sit around the fire a little longer, savoring the warmth before you have to go sleep on makeshift beds on the cold ground.

“So, you’re my savior huh,” JJ says with a nudge to your shoulder, pulling you out of your trance of staring into the fire.

“Huh?” you ask, slowing drawing your line of sight from the fire to focus on his face. Half of his face is lit up by the fire, his blue eyes shining and staring straight into yours.

“I said you’re my savior, I’m alive because of you. Who knew my girlfriend was such a heroic badass?” he asks with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it that…” you say, you’re voice trailing off.

“What do you mean? You were totally a hero, you jumped after me and made sure I didn’t drown, if that isn’t heroic then I don't know what is. I mean seriously babe, that was totally ba-”

“I gave up JJ! I gave up, okay? I stopped kicking and was ready to just give up. You would be dead if it wasn’t for John B coming at the perfect time. You should be calling him the hero. I wasn’t even strong enough to try to keep us afloat, I almost let us die. Don’t thank me for that.”

There’s a tense moment of silence as you look to your left, facing away from JJ. You feel your chin start to wobble so you take a few deep breaths, trying to keep the tears at bay. You feel JJ put his hand on your right knee and you turn to face him, tears making your eyes glossy. He grabs your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re both here right now and that’s what matters. If you hadn’t been so strong, we wouldn’t have made it. But you were strong, and you did fight for us. YOU are the reason we are both alive, not John B. You kept me safe baby, you’re the reason I’m alive.”

His words hit you hard and you start to cry harder, sobs making your body shake as he pulls you onto his lap, you sitting sideways. He wraps his arms around you, one hand cradling your head as you cry into the crook of his neck.

“I was so scared,” you say between sobs, “you were dead weight in my arms. I thought you were dead JJ. I refused to check your pulse because I couldn’t stand the thought of holding my dead boyfriend in my arms. I treaded for as long as I can but it got too hard. I thought we were both gonna die. I thought our friends were gonna find our dead bodies floating. I just kept thinking that I didn’t want to die but I knew my body didn’t have enough energy to hold the both of us up and there’s no way in hell that I was gonna let you go.”

He squeezes you tighter against his chest before you pull back and look him in the eyes, noticing his are glassy. A tear falls from his eye and you wipe it away.

“Thank you. I know you would’ve been able to save energy if you let me go, but thank you for holding on. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, I wish I could’ve traded spots with you. Obviously I don’t want you to get hit in the head with a machete,” he says with a small laugh, “but it would’ve saved you from a lot of stress and trauma. I love you so much, thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I would never give up on you, you’re stuck with me ‘til the end,” you joke. He gives a little laugh before hugging you close to his chest again. You both sit and watch the fire die down for another half an hour before you decide to get up and walk over to the makeshift bed JJ made earlier.

“This is about to be the best sleep of my life,” you say with a groan, feeling the emotional day taking its toll on your body.

You both lay down, you resting your head on JJ’s chest and snuggling close to him. He looks down at you and you lean up, planting a few soft kisses on his lips before laying back down on his chest, his heartbeat and steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

“Sleep tight princess.”

#obx season 2 #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x reader #Outer Banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks season 2 #outer banks imagines

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 3 years

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Don’t die on me | JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: You and JJ fight against the captain. JJ falls over and almost dies

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word count: 776

You and JJ were on your way to help John B set the cross on the lifeboat when you came nose to nose with the captain. Oh no. You gasped and froze, your heart beating fast as your eyes fell on the machete the man was holding. You quickly glanced at JJ, the fear in his eyes matching yours.

''Get down on your knees!'' he ordered.

You had no weapons so escaping was going to be the smartest, but that's not what JJ had in mind.

''Yeah... That's not gonna happen,'' he replied and charged at the man, reckless and stupid as always.

The captain was able to get a few hits on JJ, but JJ was fighting back, punching and kicking the man. The latter had assumed you were helpless and didn't know how to fight, but you had some fighting tips on your sleeve, which he quickly found out as you slammed the metal door on the captain's face.

JJ flashed you a proud smile. That's my girl.

The fight was far from over though.

You looked around on the floor, hoping to find something to use as a weapon, but the capitan noticed and aimed at you with the machete. You hadn't seen him coming, but, thankfully, JJ did and jumped on his back and grabbed the man's wrist, stopping him.

Alas, it only lasted for a second or two because he elbowed JJ to free himself and was back to square one, trying to get you with his machete. You ducked just in time, but JJ received the blunt end of the machete which sent him flying over the edge of the ship.

''JJ!'' you screamed in terror.

You kicked your attacker with all your strength, adrenaline filling your veins, making him fall on the floor and immediately went to the edge of the ship, looking down where JJ had fallen. Your hands started shaking, seeing the blond floating on his stomach, head in the water. Without thinking, you jumped.

The deep water was something you were afraid of, but JJ was drowning. You couldn't let him die. You pushed your fear aside and swam up to his floating body, flipping him over so his head was out of the water. His eyes were closed - he was unconscious.

''JJ,'' you called, holding on to him and kicking your feet and legs to make you stay above water. ''JJ, please, stay with me.''

There wasn't a lot you could do to wake him up at the moment besides calling his name as both your arms were needed to keep him from sinking.

''John B's coming,'' you told him. ''He'll come for us. Please, don't die on me.'' You tightened your grip on JJ, scared to accidently let go of him and lose him in the water.

Then, there was a sound of a boat engine and you started calling for your friends.

''John B! Help!''

The lifeboat got closer to you, gasps and panicked voices as they saw JJ unconscious in your arms. Seeing his best friend, John B stopped the boat and rushed to help Pope pull him onto the boat. You followed suit, getting on the boat with Cleo and the Pogues.

They set JJ down on the floor of the boat and you cradled his face, tears running down yours. He was bleeding from the side of his head, which could not be good. Had he hit head on the way down?

''JJ, wake up,'' you demanded, applying pressure on his chest to make him cough up the water he must have in his lungs, too emotional and panicked to proceed proper CPR.

Around you, the others watched, scared and worried that they had lost their friend.

Around you, the others watched, scared and worried that they had lost their friend. You refused to give up, unable to imagine a future without JJ. John B joined in, helping you and, after a moment, JJ opened his eyes and coughed out water.

''Cough it all out,'' he said to his best friend, guiding him into a sitting position.

JJ looked around, coming back to himself. ''Hi.''

Everyone laughed, relieved that he was okay, but his eyes shifted to you, who was still crying. Took shaken up to say anything, you threw your arms around JJ, confirming to the Pogues that perhaps there was more than friendship between the two of you.

''We thought we had lost you,'' Pope said, sweating.

''Don't ever do that again,'' Kie added. She sounded mad, but also thankful that he was okay.

John B slapped his chest. ''Anything for attention, right?''

JJ grinned and leaned against you. ''Gotta do what I have to do.''

#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x reader #outer banks fic #Outer Banks #obx

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hoboal87 · 3 years

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The Fear

Title: The Fear

Pairing: Dean x pregnant!Reader, minor Sam x Eileen

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Summary: Dean comes home to find Y/N missing.

Word Count: 2300+

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, violence, fluff, pregnancy, non-graphic descriptions of childbirth, 15 x 20 adjacent.

A/N: my entry for @princessmisery666's #daily mix challenge combined with a Nonnie request.

Edit: I forgot to thank the lovely @lovealways-j for beta-reading this for me. Thanks, Sabrina!

My song is "The Fear" by The Score

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Something’s wrong.

Dean can sense it the moment he steps into his shared room with Y/N. He looks carefully around the room, trying to find a clue as to what’s got his hunter instincts in high gear. It looks no different then when he and Sam left three days ago, and yet, every bone in his body is telling him something is off.

“Y/N?” He calls out hesitantly as he makes his way towards her old room down the hall. She’d been in the process of turning it into a nursery for the last month and had a tendency to get lost in paint samples and baby supplies. As he closes in on the room, he can feel himself becoming more on edge and instinctively reaches for his gun. “Sweetheart? You in there?”

Dean’s heart sinks further into his stomach as he reaches the newly-converted nursery. The usually meticulously organized room was in a state of disarray as if there had been some sort of struggle. Dean calls out for Y/N again, willing her to give him some kind of sign that he was overreacting to what he was seeing.

He quickly pulls out his phone dialing Y/N’s number, he and Sam should have never gone on that hunt, Y/N was due in less than a month, but she insisted that they go.

This is Y/N, sorry I can’t come to the phone, if it’s an emergency please contact Sam or Dean…

“Fuck,” Dean mutters, waiting for her message to end. “Hey sweetheart,” he does his best to keep his voice steady. “Me and Sammy just got back and I just got a feeling…” he takes a deep breath. “Call me back. Love you.”

Dean pockets his phone, before taking in the room again, trying to convince himself that it’s his new-father instincts and not his hunter instincts that have him so on edge. That’s when he sees it: under a discarded bag, a small pool of blood. Dean’s breathing grows heavier, and he scans the room again, looking for any kind of sign of what may have happened in the room.

“Sam!” Dean yells out, his breath quickening. “Sammy!”

Sam’s behind him, skidding to a stop before taking in the sight of the room before him. Even with only a cursory glance Dean knows that Sam’s thinking the same thing as him, something’s happened to Y/N.

Dean hurries down to the infirmary, Y/N had insisted that they have everything to monitor her in the final months and in the worst-case scenario anything needed to help her deliver. The simple fetal monitor is right where they’d left it three days prior, Dean insists on listening to the heartbeat of his unborn child on an almost daily basis, letting the rapid thump thump thump put him at ease.

Dean’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he breathes out a sigh of relief when Y/N’s picture fills the screen. He takes a minute, calming himself, she doesn’t need to know that up until this moment he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Sweetheart,” he smiles, “y’know you had us worried for a minute.”

There’s silence on the other end of the call, save for heavy, scratchy breathing.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Y/N whispers, choking back a sob. “I shouldn’t’ve trusted her. Now–”

“Baby, listen to me,” Dean finds Sam in the hall and mouths trace the call, Sam nods and bolts towards the library. “Are you okay? The baby?”

“That depends on you, Dean,” an unfamiliar voice replaces Y/N’s. “Now, be a good little soldier and do as I say. Only then will your precious wife and child have a chance to make it through this unharmed.” Dean can feel his blood boiling, this is why he could never not be a hunter. He and Sam have made too many enemies over the years, and now Y/N and their baby may be paying the price.

All the fear that he felt when Y/N first told him she was pregnant comes rushing back to the surface. Dean never thought he’d get married, let alone be a father, but with Rowena keeping the demons in check, and Jack limiting the angels' interaction on Earth, with the exception of Cas, life became some version of safe for the brothers.

That’s why Y/N insisted that they take the simple salt n’ burn just one state over. She knew that they were going a little stir crazy, Bobby, Jody and Donna, had started training the next generation of hunters so that boys could retire. Dean was hesitant to leave, Y/N was only a month away from her due date, but she shooed them out the door, claiming to need her own space from her overprotective husband and brother-in-law.

“Are you listening, Dean?” The voice tuts and Dean tries to clear his head of ‘if’s’ and ‘could’ve’s’ all it’s doing is driving him crazy.

“I’m listening,” Dean repeats through gritted teeth. The voice gives coordinates to a location a few hours away and before he realizes it he’s in the Impala, ready to do whatever it takes to save his wife and baby. Sam tells Dean what he’s already sure of: this is a trap and Y/N is being used as bait. He doesn’t care, he can’t lose her, lose their baby, not when she’s done nothing more than love him.

The sun is setting when they pull up to the abandoned farmhouse, original, Dean thinks. Dean wants to go bursting in, guns ablaze, but Sam stops him, reminding him that they don’t know who or what has got Y/N, and they have to be smart. He wants nothing more than to punch his brother for suggesting that they wait even a second longer to rescue Y/N, but he lets the words sink in and reluctantly agrees.

Silver bullets, holy water, dead man’s blood, witch-killing bullets and machete’s are divided between each brother, knowing that whatever has Y/N, one of these things will most likely kill it. When they enter the farmhouse Dean’s eyes lock on Y/N, who’s against a wall, two chains around her wrists.

Dean rushes towards her, the only thing on his mind is getting her and the baby out of this place and back home. Her breathing is shallow when he reaches her, and he gently inspects her body. Gingerly, he touches her face, allowing her Y/E/C eyes to meet his and she smiles lazily at him. Knew you’d come, she whispers, and Dean leans forward to place a kiss on her forehead. His free hand lands on the swell of her belly, where he can feel a slight kick against his palm.

“I love you,” Dean says softly so that only Y/N can hear him. “I’m gonna get you outta here, sweetheart, okay?” Y/N nods slightly as Dean focuses his attention on freeing her from her bonds.

There’s a grunt behind Dean, and when he turns around, Sam’s on the ground, and there’s a somewhat familiar woman standing behind him.

“Dean Winchester,” she exclaims as two large men appear and pull him to his feet. “Been too long.”

“Jenny,” he utters, remembering one of the first cases he worked with Sam. “You look good, a little dead, but, good.”

“Always the charmer, weren’t you Dean?” She takes a step towards Y/N. “I could smell you on her the second she walked past me. Women always trust other women, made her think I was a hunter; a tragic backstory here, a name drop there, and bingo, the dumb bitch is leading me into your home.”

Dean feels his anger rising as he tugs against the two men, his eyes flicker to Sam, who slowly starts reaching for the blade next to him.

“Up,” Jenny orders and when Y/N doesn’t comply she produces a blade, and presses it against her stomach. Dean’s heart stops at the threat to Y/N and their baby. “If you want to give your baby a chance to ever see the light of day, I suggest you cooperate.”

Y/N’s legs are wobbly as she stands, tears glistening in her eyes as Jenny slowly runs the blade against her. Dean’s gaze doesn’t leave her, watching as Jenny uncuffs her, and leads her slowly over to him.

Adrenaline pumps through Dean’s veins and he frees himself from his two captors; headbutting one and throwing a punch at the other as Y/N is pushed out of the way. Sam is up on his feet and in a swift move, swings the blade through Jenny’s neck, her body falling limp to the ground. For the briefest of moments, Dean relaxes, only for a vamp to be coming at him again.

Dean can barely keep track of anything, his eyes tunneling in on the large vamp in front of him. He can hear the grunts of Sam, and the familiar sound of another vamp going down. Y/N isn’t in his line of sight, and through the blood pounding in his ears, he hears Sam call his name.

It was just the distraction that the vamp needed and he barrels towards Dean, slamming him against a wooden post. He feels something pierce his side but he keeps fighting against the vamp. As the vamp is about to take his final shot, his head is gone, and Sam is quickly resheething his blade.

Y/N cries out, cradling her stomach and even from a distance he can see the pool blood between her legs. Go, Dean orders Sam who quickly obeys.

“I think she’s in labor,” Sam mutters. “I don’t think we can get her to a hospital in time.”

Dean rushes to Y/N’s side as best he can, telling her everything will be alright. Dean returns to Baby, grabbing the first aid kit, hastily patching up the wound, and retrieving a blanket from the trunk. The pain hits him all at once, but he pushes through it, his pain doesn’t matter, all that matters is that Y/N and the baby are safe.

Y/N’s screaming out in pain, begging for someone to make it stop as Sam does his best to calm her. Dean closes the distance in only a few steps, positioning himself behind her. He takes her hands in his, whispering praises in her ear as Sam orders her to push.

Within only a few minutes, Evelyn Marie Winchester is brought into the world, wailing loudly as Sam wraps her in his flannel and hands her over to Y/N. Dean offers Sam a silent thank you as he takes in the appearance of his daughter. Evie’s the perfect combination of him and Y/N.

The moment of bliss doesn’t last long, as Sam reminds them that they still need to get Y/N and Evie to a hospital. Dean moves from his place behind Y/N and winces at the pain now radiating through his body. Sam gives him a curious look, and Dean shrugs, trying to convince his brother that he’s fine.

Dean takes Evie out of Y/N’s arms, and cradles her against him as Sam helps Y/N to her feet. Dean takes a few steps before legs start to give and his vision starts to blur. The last thing Dean hears before everything going black is Y/N and Sam calling out his name.

Five Years Later

Dean watches as Evie runs around the backyard of their new home, chasing Miracle and laughing hysterically. Y/N was right, the Bunker was no place to raise a little girl, she deserves everything that he and Sam never had, and he is determined to give it all to her. Evie will never know what it’s like to go to bed hungry or cold, or wonder when she’ll see her parents again.

The opening of the front door tears Dean’s attention away from his daughter, Sam’s voice filling the otherwise silent house. He turns to see his brother carrying a ridiculous amount of gifts followed by a very pregnant Eileen with a shaggy haired toddler attached to her hip.

“Unca De!” Little Bobby tries to squirm out of Eileen’s hold and she carefully lets him down. The toddler bolts for Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean’s leg. “S’Evie’s birfday!”

“I know, buddy!” Dean laughs at his nephew, “how ‘bout you go tell her ‘happy birthday’?” Dean opens the side door and lets Bobby out.

“You are going to spoil my daughter rotten, Sam Winchester,” Y/N appears from the back of the house. Dean’s still amazed that even after years together, Y/N can take his breath away.

“Well, if I had another niece or nephew, I could spread the love.”

“I think you’ve spread enough love, Sammy,” Dean jokes as he heads into the kitchen, Sam following behind him. “I mean, you’re basically having your kids back-to-back.”

“Three years is hardly back-to-back,” Sam reaches out to grab a beer. “You’re just mad ‘cause I one-upped you.”

“Actually,” Dean peeks into the living room. “We’ll be even. Y/N’s pregnant.”

The words have hardly left Dean’s mouth before Sam’s engulfed him in a hug. Dean’s positive that Eileen and Y/N are having a similar conversation at this very same moment, but what neither Sam or Eileen know is that they have a bet on who will crack first.

“Just found out a couple of weeks ago,” Dean continues with the ruse. “She wanted to wait until after yours was born, didn’t want to take Eileen’s thunder or something.” Sam nods, seemingly understanding.

Hours later, after the last present has been opened, and the final piece of cake has been eaten, Sam and Eileen take a very sleepy Bobby home. Evie sits at the kitchen table, listening carefully and a smile growing on her face as Dean and Y/N tell her that in six months she’ll have a little brother or sister.

“Or both,” Y/N corrects with a knowing smirk.

“Both?”

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