#i gotta get back to using my journals and not rambling to tags

[fairy-ganj-mother]

struggling to be a real person today

[distort-opia]

Fascinated by your tags about the superficial similarities between Bruce & Joker (sweet tooths, jazz lovers, etc. I think they both like black and white films too, iirc) Could you elaborate, please? It's really interesting to me how two opposites can still end up enjoying so many of the same things.

Thank you! I don't know how much more I can elaborate on that, but it's fascinating to me as well-- these more personal similarities between characters like Batman and Joker. They're so larger-than-life, since they're cultural icons and basically modern myths at this point, to us readers. But even within their own Universe, they're such feared and powerful figures, perceived almost as forces of nature and symbols of order and chaos, forever locked in a war. But the thing is, at the end of the day, they are people. Human beings. And it's very interesting to see them share likes and dislikes, or relate to the other in these simple ways that signify connection.

At least in my view, Bruce and Joker are very... autistic4ADHD :)) They share traits belonging to these spectrums, especially how obsessive they can both be about certain things. They're both the type to feel the need to write, draw, sketch what's on their mind. Bruce's penchant for keeping journals is well-known, and Joker has been shown to write down his plans and his thoughts many times as well. It's something Bruce even knows about him and uses (more than once he's uncovered Joker's plans because he was like "guys wait there's gotta be some paper around here where Joker scribbled"). They both like solving puzzles, keep their minds occupied... it always amused me how in The Long Halloween, Joker's motivation is basically curiosity and needing to find out Holiday's identity just like Bruce, except his methods of uncovering it are a lot more murderous. Also, depending on the bits of canon you prefer to believe, both of them generally abstain from drinking alcohol.

But the thing is, what would make it work is that they have many more differences than similarities, but in a complementary way. Joker's a freaking chatterbox and Bruce prefers not to speak that much, and would be content with just listening and cutting in when he needs to. Bruce has a habit of repressing his emotions and denying them, Joker is a hedonist and always put his own wants first; he'd be goading Bruce and badgering him with questions until he admitted to things he was burying (much like he already does in canon, except... less mean, lol). Bruce has a control streak the size of a planet, and Joker has one too, but in a very different way-- so, when Bruce would inevitably try to manipulate him or get him to listen to him, Joker would fight back in a way Bruce wouldn't be able to overlook. That might mean Joker destroying and/or threatening to maim people, but efficiency is what's at play here. And so on... even Joker's tendency to cycle through interests and be obsessed with one thing today, something else tomorrow, would work out well; because Bruce likes to give people things. He's not good with words or physical affection, but God knows he's got a lot of money and willingness to spend it.

Hah, I said I don't have that much to elaborate on, but this still ended up quite long. Hope you enjoyed reading through my rambles!

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

[haleths]

BIG thank you to @going-there-and-back-again for tagging me in this!! I’m so sorry for the delay, it’s been a busy week ♡ ♡ ♡

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? I used to write in black pen religiously but now I’ll happily use either

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? Somewhere in between?? I adore the countryside and would absolutely looovveeee to live there, but I’m also very lazy and would lose my mind if I had to drive 30 minutes to find a supermarket

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be? Ice skating, skateboarding, rollerblading. Don’t ask me why, I just think people who can do that stuff are cool as HECK

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Nope. I drink tea no sugar, no milk. Cause I’m hardcore

5. What was your favourite book as a child? Malory Towers, oh my god PLEASE tell me someone else read those as a kid! I fell asleep listening the audio books every night and named all my Barbies after the main characters.....

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Showers

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? DRAGON. I WNNA BE A DRAGON

8. Paper or electronic books? Paper. Gotta get that new book smell

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? I own the BEST oversized, knitted jumpers. I’m counting down the days till autumn when I can wear them again

10. Do you like your name? Would you like to change it? I really don’t like my name, I never have. My parents were going to call me Juliet which is wayyyy better than Ashleigh. But it would feel weird to answer to any other name at this point, so I’ll probably just leave it...

11. Who is a mentor to you? My therapist??

12. Would you like to be famous? If so, what for? Hmmm, kind of. I value my privacy too much to be like FAMOUS famous, but it’d be nice to be recognised occasionally or be known in society in some lowkey way

13. Are you a restless sleeper? It usually takes me a while to get to sleep but once I’m out, I’m OUT

14. Do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? I’ve not felt a Romantic Feeling™ in over 10 years so you tell me

15. Which element best represents you? Air

16. Who do you want to be closer to? No one. I’m really content with all my relationships atm

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? No (I'm a real people person, can you tell?)

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory: I remember listening to the Shrek soundtrack on repeat and making up dances for each song. I then performed the whole thing one Christmas to my entire family.... let’s move on

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? Ostrich. It tastes kind of like meaty chicken

20. What are you most thankful for? My mental/physical health, my job, my home. I know that lockdown has been hard for many people and I’m very privileged to be able to say that I've been doing just fine. I do not take that for granted and I’m extremely thankful

21. Do you like spicy food? Oooooo yeeessssss, I put paprika on e v e r y t h i n g

22. Have you ever met someone famous? No, but I’m not sure I’d want to. Spotting someone from a distance is fine, but going up and talking to them? Interrupting their day with my incessant rambling? Absolutely not 

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? I did for 6 months when I was 13. I get it out sometimes whenever I need a good cringe.

24. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil? Pen for writing, pencil for drawing

25. What is your star sign? Libra sun, Aries moon, Aquarius rising

26. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? Soggy (I’m so sorry)

27. What would you want your legacy to be? Oh god, I don’t know... I’d like to leave the world in a better state than I found it? To have done some good, made some change

28. Do you like reading? What was the last book you read? You see, I want to like reading, but I just suck at it. My concentration goes after like 10 minutes and I often get stuck on one book for months. I’m currently attempting to reread The Silmarillion

29. How do you show someone you love them? By giving them my time and attention. Being alone is my default state so you know that if I’m actively choosing to spend time with you, I must really care about you

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? I guess. I’ll have it at a restaurant for example, but I’d never buy ice to use at home

31. What are you afraid of? F a i l u r e

32. What is your favourite scent? Watermelon, or anything sweet/fruity

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? First name

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I wouldn’t live it too differently to now tbh. I’d still want to work, I don’t know what I’d do otherwise! I’m really not into possessions so it’s not like I’d be out there living the luxury lifestyle. Obviously money = security so I’d be grateful for that

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? Swimming pools

36. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground? Leave it there?? I wouldn’t want to get involved idk...

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish? No, I never have :(

38. What is one thing you would want to teach your children? Acceptance, of themselves and others

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? It’d have to be something simple, like a symbol or line drawing or something, wherever it would hurt the least

40. What can you hear right now? Kids screaming outside (they’re just playing, it’s fine)

41. Where do you feel the safest? Home, definitely.

42. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My low self-esteem. I think we’d all be unstoppable if we thought more of ourselves

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? The 80′s for the music. The Renaissance for the art. And Medieval times for the DRAGONS

44. What is your most used emoji? 🙃

45. Describe yourself using one word: Enthusiastic

46. What do you regret the most? I’m not sure that I regret anything... I dropped out of university over 3 years ago so obviously further education was the “wrong” choice for me. But I love my life right now and I’d never have made it here if it wasn’t for the mistakes I made

47. Last movie you saw? Arrival. SO good

48. Last TV show you watched? Sex Education. SO SO good

49. Invent a word and its meaning: 

CHESTURE verb  |  ches • ture 1. The unbearable frustration when you feel when struggling to perform a precise, intricate task e.g. threading a needle ↪ “Damn, I just can’t thread this needle! I am so chestured!”

I’ll throw this out to anyone who’s bored and feels like answering some personal questions  ♡ ♡ ♡

[witxh-bitch]

Tiny dancer (honey); part 1/2

 High Honor!Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

words: 3,4k

warnings: mild character death mention other than that none

summary: Dutch brings along a new member of the gang; a girl who used to perform at a ride around circus until a bunch of outlaws decided to rid them of their money and lives. Ever since he laid his eyes on the Tiny Dancer she was always on Arthur’s mind but god knows if he’ll ever admit to it.

part 2 coming soon

“Who comes here?” Arthur heard Bill Williamson shout. He looked up from his journal as he sat on his bed in his tent and noticed a rider at the other end of Bill's rifle. He furrowed his brows and stood up with a sigh. A couple others followed looking curiously at the person approaching.

 A young girl sat atop a snow-capped Appaloosa, squeezing the reins in her hands nervously. No doubt the gun barrel pointed in her direction made her jump a little. “Hell, a brute like Bill even without the gun would be scary enough. Compared to him she's a tiny thing”, Arthur thought.

 “I-I uh…” She stuttered, looking around the camp almost as if she was looking for someone. Arthur has never seen her before but there was something about her that made him think she wasn't even remotely a threat.

 “Better be quick lass I'm gettin’ impatient.” Bill nagged the girl, bringing her attention back to him and more importantly the rifle. Her eyes roamed between the gun and the man holding it. She took a shaky breath and cleared her throat.

“I'm looking for Dutch Van Der Linde? He told me where to find him.” There was a moment of awkward silence before like a roar of thunder on a quiet night, Bill's laughter echoed throughout the trees.

“You came… Looking for Dutch huh?” He asked in a patronizing tone. “Oh, I'm sure you do lass I'm sure.” Arthur frowned, watching this happen and the urge to come there and punch Bill in the gut only grew within him. “Now listen here sunshine why don't cha just… Carry on with ya business and ride off ha?”

“B-but I-” She whimpered desperately only to be stopped by Williamson's growl and the click of the gun reloading. “I need to see him he told me I can come see him!” She pushed on both in her pleas and her luck and Arthur noticed that if nobody intervened she wouldn't be leaving this place alive.

“Alright Bill that's it.” He sighed, throwing his journal aside and walking over to the two of them. The former shot an angry glance at him. “She came to see Dutch it's none of your business.” Arthur glanced at the girl who in return smiled at him weakly in gratitude.

“And what if she's a decoy huh? A sweet innocent little thing that'll end up with us all dead?” Bill asked but Arthur ignored him and instead turned around to help the girl off her horse. She whispered a thank you and dusted off her dress.

“Do you really think Dutch would be fooled into telling someone where our hideout is if he wasn't sure they were harmless?” Arthur asked and rolled his eyes putting his hand on the girls lower back. “This way miss.”

Once they got far enough the girl turned to Arthur and smiled. “Thank you for this sir. I promise I'm not a decoy. Just a girl looking for some help.” Arthur looked at her hopeful eyes and smirked himself.

“Well I hope we don't disappoint miss. Apologies for the rude introduction, Bill is very cautious of new people.”

“As one should.” She replied, making Arthur frown slightly. Her retort took him aback but he figured that she must be talking from experience so he did not want further.

They reached Dutch's tent shortly after. Arthur smiled at the girl and gestured with his hand for her to enter. “That's the boss. I'll leave you to it now.”

“Thank you again. If it wasn't for you, I don't know if I would have made it out of there alive. I really have to work on my communication skills don't I?” She joked. Arthur chuckled in response, tipped his hat and walked off.

“Hey Arthur! I need someone to go take care of some business with me in Strawberry. Wanna tag along?” Lenny asked. Arthur grinned at the boy.

“Of course! As long as we hit the bar later.”

 Arthur rode back into camp the next morning and jumped off his horse. He donated some of his share to the camp funds as per usual and moved on to get some food. Pearson's cooking maybe wasn't ideal but in the end, it was all they were getting at that moment and Arthur grew to respect that. After eating he moved on to his tent or rather he stood in front of it dumbfounded as he watched the girl from yesterday lay in his bed asleep.

“What the…” His voice rose at least an octave. He coughed abashed at the sight. The girl whose name he didn't get to hear yesterday evening not only was still in camp she also slept...in Arthur's own bed.

Just as he was about to quietly move away and ask Dutch what on earth was going on, she suddenly awoke and gasped in shock, quickly getting up.

“I'm sorry, so sorry sir I- I was told I could sleep here I didn't know this was someone's bed I-” she started rambling in embarrassment and Arthur had to raise his hand slightly and shake his hand to halt her.

“Calm down miss calm down I ain't mad at ya.” He smiled reassuringly so she stops freaking out. “Did Dutch tell you to stay here?” She nodded slightly, blush covering her face. Arthur couldn't help but realize how his heart began to beat faster and his gaze softened as he looked at the pretty shade of color swept across her façade. “Well then don't worry, everything's alright you just did what he told you and that's ok. You couldn't have known.”

“Arthur! I see you've met Miss Y/N!” Arthur heard Dutch's voice behind them. Speak of the devil, he muttered making Y/N giggle.

“I sure did Dutch.” He said turning around.

“He saved me from Mr Williamson yesterday sir!” Arthur's eyes darted at the ground, he himself now growing red now at the mention.

“Did he now?” Dutch retorted with a cheeky smile playing on his lips. Arthur found a bit of a patronizing undertone in his words. “Anyway,” Dutch clapped his hands together. “I would've introduced you two earlier but you ran off with Lenny, Arthur so let's do this now shall we?” He smiled and walked away towards the center of camp. “Everybody may I have your attention please, I have someone I'd like to introduce to you all.” Arthur sighed and shook his head. Dutch was really a lot to handle at times. Nonetheless, he followed the boss into the middle, glancing behind him for a moment to see if Miss Y/N was as well. She was.

Once everyone has gathered Dutch extended his hand towards the new girl and brought her into the middle, placing his hands on her shoulders reassuringly. “This is Miss Y/N Y/L/N and from now on she will be joining us in our...Caper.” Dutch joked. Y/N raised her hand in a shy hello and looked around the people. Her eyes landed on Arthur longer than the rest, she found a little relief in a familiar face amongst all the new ones. “Miss Y/L/N has been a member of a ride-around circus until that went sour. I found her and offered her a place amongst us all which she accepted yesterday night. I'm sure you'll all give her a warm welcome.” Dutch shot an angry glance at Micah Bell after he let out a quiet ‘oh I’ll give her a warm one alright’.

After that, he let her go. Y/N curtsied politely and ran off back to the tent, visibly overwhelmed.  

Only then when she was gone the did Arthur realize all this time he was staring right at her and he couldn't take his eyes away. Still, it took Dutch several attempts at shouting his name before he pulled him out of his thoughts.

“I need something from you Arthur.” Dutch said walking over to the blonde.

“Anything.” He replied.

“Would you mind sharing your tent with Miss Y/N?” Arthur frowned.

“Share my t- It's has one bed?” His eyes were darting between Dutch and Y/N who was currently swarmed by all the women of the camp.

“We would get her another one, we just need something above her head and you're the only one with any space. The women are packed so do Lenny, Charles, Hosea and me and I'm not sure I trust anyone else with her.” Arthur lowered his head to hide an obvious smile before he coughed slightly and looked back up. “Look, I understand I'm asking quite a lot but would you think about it?” Dutch nagged on. Arthur sighed and threw his arms down in defeat.

“Ya ain't gotta wait I'll take her in. I'm not gonna leave a girl to let the likes of Micah prey on her.” Dutch laughed happily and clapped his hands together.

“Oh miss Y/N what a happy day! Do not move your things you're staying right where you are!” He exclaimed and walked off. Arthur followed him with his eyes before shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He got up after a moment and made his way towards the tent where Y/N and Mary-Beth were just finishing their conversation.

“And remember if you ever need any help or anything books to borrow I'm right there on that edge of the camp.” Mary-Beth said enthusiastically, making Y/N giggle. The latter took the formers hands in her own and squeezing lightly she said;

“Thank you so much Mary-Beth I'm very glad to hear that!” She smiled. Arthur was glad to see them getting along so quickly. Soon, the girls said their goodbyes and Mary moved along leaving them alone again. “Sir, I heard Dutch say I get to stay here? Wouldn't I be barging in too badly?” Arthur smiled and sat down on the bed.

“Not at all and please, call me Arthur. Arthur Morgan.” He introduced himself for the first time since she arrived.

“Arthur…” She said as if trying the name out on her tongue. “You have a pretty name Mr Morgan. O-oh…” She touched her lip instinctively. “Or do you actually prefer me saying Arthur and not Mr Morgan?” She asked, concern laced in her tone and to be quite honest, it made Arthur laugh.

“It's fine either way.” She sighed in relief. Y/N was trying so very hard to make sure she didn't start off on the wrong foot with anyone even that little of a detail meant a lot to her. If this was going to be her new family she couldn't risk anything. “So, Y/N. Dutch said you were part of a circus?” Arthur asked making her tense up. She knew he didn't mean to but even a question like this made her mind flood with memories of all the bodies of her friends and family scattered around her and the way her lungs burned from running away.

Y/N sat down beside Arthur and sighed, looking down at her hands that we're still bruised after the time she fell in the middle of the forest just two days ago.

“Yes well… I'm a gymnast so I rode around with a couple odd folks here and there. It... didn't end too well for them and I was lucky to be able to run away and bump into Mr Van Der Linde. Umm… His horse actually but nonetheless.” She told him, not trusting him enough to go into details just yet but perhaps one day.

“I see…” Arthur replied, understanding the struggle she must've went through. He didn't push her to say anymore. “It was Dutch who picked me up as well a long time ago. I was barely 15 when he found me, walking the streets with nothin’ but a name and even that meant zero to most but...He gave me a chance.”

“How old are you now?” Y/N asked out of the blue making Arthur sneer. “Oh!” She giggled herself at her own bluntness. “I am so sorry that wasn't really kind was it?” But Arthur just waved his hand dissmisively.

“No offense taken. I'm 32.” She nodded. Somehow that was exactly what she imagined him to be. Not too young but not old either.

“I'm 25 since we're on the topic.” Arthur glanced at her almost as if to see if the age fit her face and it did. She had a youthful look to her but not as much as Lenny. Maybe it was all she went through the past days but Arthur could see some dark circles begin to bloom underneath her eyes.

With that the small talk seemed to falter and Arthur decided it was for the best to leave and do some work and let others have a chat with Y/N Instead so with a strained sigh he stood up and fixed his hat atop his head.

“Anyway, it's nice to have you around Miss. I'll best be going now do some work around here, you'll find out soon enough Miss Grimshaw is quite crazy about the work being done.” Y/N nodded and smiled a little. She didn't have a chance to meet the infamous Miss Grimshaw yet but she was expecting it soon.

“Oh wait Arthur…” She stopped him for one more second. “What about the beds? Where will I sleep?”

“Dutch promised you one so I suppose someone should be on their way to Valentine for it right now.” Arthur responded.

“Oh alright then.” She thanked him quietly and walked off herself to meet some others.

The day past and soon came the night. But what a night would it be if someone did not propose a party to celebrate a new member of the gang? So that was exactly what happened. Someone made an alcohol run to Rhodes, Javier pulled out his guitar and soon the party was at full blast.

“Oh you lads sure know how to party!” Y/N exclaimed giggled and stood up. She put down the bottle she was holding and beggan clapping her hands in the rhythm to whatever Javier was playing. A smile crept onto Arthur's lips when she began dancing and hopping around in joy raising a bunch of pleased shouts from the bunch. There was something about her that really captivated him so he leaned back and picked up his journal. On a fresh new page he began sketching, her head, so beautiful and kind , her arms, the way they moved against her body like two snakes, gracefully slithering across, her hips how they shook and bounced from side to side, making all that watched want to move as well. Even old Dutch, much to Molly’s discontent who'd much rather have her man beside her agreed to dance with Y/N as she swooped him onto his feet and tugged along.

Arthur didn't even realize that her eyes suddenly landed on him and slowly but surely she was making her way over to where he sat. Before he had time to react and hide away his journal she was already there and looking straight down at him. Y/N looked surprised at the drawing alternating between the book and Arthur's embarrassed face before smiling wide and extending her arm for him.

“Dance with me cowboy?” She asked. With no words left in his mouth to voice his disapproval, Arthur whined quietly before taking her hand and letting her pull him to the middle in a fit of giggles. The others almost like a choir cheered on the two but at that moment Arthur wanted nothing more but to dig himself a hole in the ground, jump into it and never come out. Y/N pulled him back and forward again, making their chests bump as she threw her arm around his neck, her feet barely touching the ground, almost completely relying on Arthur to keep her up.

“Whoah miss!” Arthur gasped and laughed softly, his eyes glued to her own. She in return flashed him the kindest smile he's ever seen.

It almost seemed like the world slowed down at that moment. Almost as if the moment their eyes locked, all the rest disappeared and it was only the two of them standing there.  

Arthur pursed his lips and looked down at his feet. Hesitant at first, he lifted his free hands and placed it on Y/N's waist. Her eyes widened just barely and Arthur almost took his hand away but she stopped him by putting her other arm around his neck as well and smiling shyly as they danced away like two lovers too involved with each other to notice anyone else and in return everyone else were also too involved with their own happiness and alcohol to notice the pair.

“Was it me you were drawing back there?” Y/N asked. Arthur felt blush coming up to his cheeks. So she noticed, he thought.

“I...yes it was.” He admitted. She chuckled and hung her head low to hide her smile. Arthur's grip on her body tightened and he tensed both because of how close she was to him and it was absolutely nerve-wracking and because he was unsure of how he should take her laughter. “Is that bad? I can always tear it out and burn it if you wish.” Y/N lifted up her head and looked at him, puzzled.

“No, no of course not, Arthur.” She reassured. “I'm perfectly fine with it, as a matter of fact I am flattered.” Arthur smiled with relief. “Will you show me some of your drawings later?” She asked.

“I’ll be happy to,” He replied. “Tiny Dancer.” He added making her eyes light up and a loud giggle erupt from her throat as he picked her up and spun her in the air.

It was late night when the party ended and Y/N, with Arthur returned to their tent. In light of the party mood that overtook them, They completely forgot about the lack of the other bed just yet.

“Ohh… Oh damn we forgot about the beds…” Y/N said, tipsy but not drunk. She promised herself she wouldn't get drunk the first day she was with new people.

“Yeah…” Arthur scratched the back of his head. Look… You take the bed and I'll take the floor. I'll find some spare blankets and sheets for now.” Y/N shook her head disapprovingly.

“Nah nah nah I can't just do that. It's your bed Mr  Morgan I shouldn't-” Arthur stopped her mid sentence.

“Unnegotiable. You take the bed this was your first full day you deserve it. I slept in worse conditions than this.” He assured her. Y/N tried to open her mouth to say something more but to no avail. Arthur wouldn't have any of it.

What he promised, he did and soon Arthur came back with his hands full of blankets, enough to make a makeshift mattress of it. He put the all on the ground with a thud and began putting them together. In the end he had a pretty decent looking bed on the floor just below Y/N.

“Ahh...There we go.” He sighed, content with his work. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed and wiggled her feet around. “So,” He started, gaining her attention.”You said you wanted to see my drawings. Do ya?”

“Yes yes of course!” She exclaimed moving aside to make space for the cowboy. He pulled out his journal and began flipping through it, showing the Tiny Dancer each and every one of them. He pointed out some details and told her about all the wonders he has seen, all the adventures he had with Dutch and all the rest of the family. He complimented some, trashed the other and laughed along to Y/N's melodic giggles until her head felt heavy on his shoulder. Arthur looked to his side and noticed Y/N had fallen fast asleep to the sound of his voice with a single strand of hair falling in front of her delicate face.

What a sight she was.

[moodycastiel-writes]

The Spirit of Nature [1]

summary: when exploring an old abandoned men of letters bunker, sam and dean stumble upon you, chained up and forgotten in the dungeon. when they investigate further, you’re alive, and they have a lot of questions

characters: monster!reader, sam winchester, dean winchester

author’s note: welcome to my first series! if you’d like to be tagged for future updates, let me know! i’d love to tag you (: takes place after 13x17 ‘the thing’ when sam and dean look for the seal of solomon and decide to explore other bunkers around the united states. i had a lot of fun with this one!

warnings: swearing (as always), lil bit of nudity (no smut or 18+ aspects), typical warnings y’know

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          The Impala rumbled to a halt outside of the abandoned building in the outskirts of Rhyolite, Nevada, the dried up ground crunched and cracked under the weight of the tires. Sam and Dean looked at each other, exhaustion from a thirty hour trip from Kansas to Nevada evident on their face. Dean blinked his tired eyes as he looked past Sam’s shoulders, staring at the building in the near distance.

          “You sure this is the right place?” he asked, stifling a yawn. Sam looked over his notes in his lap and nodded his head in confirmation.

         “Men of Letters outpost located in Rhyolite, Nevada. One of the first outposts the scholars built, and the first one to get abandoned. All of the scholars disappeared in the fall of 1819, leaving no traces to where they could have gone, or why they left in the first place,” he read from the pages of his journal.

         With a huff, Dean took the keys from the ignition and exited the car, Sam following suit. Sam frowned as he stared at the building, feeling unnerved as his eyes took in the picture in front of him.

         “What’s wrong with this picture?” he asked, eyes raking over the sight in front of him.

         The nature around the bunker was very much alive and flourishing, unlike how it was throughout the rest of the town. Trees towered over the bunker, long vines connecting them together. Various types of flowers and plants covered the ground around the entrance where the door was, which was covered in the thick layer of ivy.

         “You mean besides the fact we just stepped into a freaking jungle?” he asked, moving to the trunk of the car, unlocking it with the key. Sam nodded his head, suddenly on edge.

         “The whole time we were driving here, it’s been dirt roads and tumbleweeds,” he explained. “The second we crossed over route 95, I haven’t seen a blade of grass. How come, all of a sudden, it’s like we’re in the Amazon?”

         “Maybe the old Men of Letters put up a spell to keep the scenery alive?” Dean suggested with a shrug, grabbing his gun and a flashlight for him and Sam from the trunk. He shut it and locked it back up, passing a flashlight to his brother. He wasn’t too concerned about the scenery, knowing that the Men of Letters of the past used magic and all types of spells for extremely random cases.

         The brothers made their way to the entrance, focusing on the plants surrounding them as they neared the door.

         “Maybe,” Sam hummed in response to his brother, taking out a switchblade from his pocket. Using the sharp blade, he cut away the ivy that was blocking the lock on the door. When the ivy was cleared, he replaced the switchblade in his hand for the key to the bunker and unlocked the door.

         Stepping inside, more plants and flowers covered every inch of the stone walls and floor, not a single part of the bunker untouched from its growth. Sam shot a look to Dean, silently asking him to give an explanation as to why the jungle continued inside.

         “Maybe with no one around it got out of hand,” Dean answered, his flashlight shining around the open space. Sam said nothing as they descended the spiral staircase into the main area of the bunker, their footsteps muffled by the mossy ground. Their flashlights moved around from the main room to where the library should be, but nothing was distinguishable underneath all the nature that was growing. Vines and ivy covered every inch of the room, growing over the wooden tables and bookshelves.

         “Maybe we should split up, cover more ground,” Dean suggested, and Sam nodded his head in agreement.

         “I’m going to check out their records room, see if anything is salvageable underneath all this crap.”

         “I’ll check out the bedrooms. Shout if you find anything.”

         The brothers wandered off from each other, Sam going left while Dean went right. Sam’s heavy boots crushed the various types of flowers underneath his feet as he stalked off down to where the records room should be. As he neared the door to the room, the plants grew thicker, more flowers of all colors and sizes sprouting from the floor.

         “What the hell?” he muttered to himself, having to use his switchblade once again to cut away the vines and ivy blocking the door shut. Once he was finally able to cut away the weeds and pry the door open, he was blasted in the face with the smell of different florals. “God,” he complained, letting out a sneeze at the sudden blast of scents. More vines and ivy covered the filing cabinets while flowers grew up the vines and all around the room, grass growing high and wild on the floor.

         “Why would they want plants growing like this in the first place?” he asked out loud.

         As he made his way into the records room, a strange feeling trickled down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looked around the room, his flashlight pointed in all directions until it fell on the cabinet on the back wall, very similar to the one in the bunker he calls his home. Cutting his way to the back of the room through the plants, the feeling he got grew stronger, putting him more on edge. The grass on the cement ground grew thicker and longer the closer he got to the wall, to the point where it was getting near impossible to cut through the tall blades with the small knife he had.

         “I’m going to need a bigger knife,” he said with a frown. Turning on his heel, Sam made his way out of the records room in search for his brother to find a way to the back wall where he believed would be the entrance to this bunker’s dungeon. The feeling he had vanished as he left the room, and he knew that something was behind that wall.

         “Dean?” he called out loudly once he got back to the library, but his brother did not respond. Sam threw his hands up in exasperation, and worked his way down to where Dean had headed off to towards the bedrooms.

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         Further into the bunker, Dean was having a bit more luck than Sam. There wasn’t much left behind by the old Men of Letters, and their bedrooms were all eerily bare. However, In one of the old bedrooms, he was able to find a tattered journal. Most of the pages got destroyed over time, but he was able to make out some of the entries. It was mostly dull from what he could make out, the man rambling on about spells and whatnot. The last one that he could read dated back to 1819, and there were only fragments of what he could make out on the page. The man writing the journal seemed to talk about a girl he had met, but he couldn’t make out her name, or anything else about her.

         “Real helpful,” he muttered to himself, haphazardly tossing the journal onto an old bed. It seemed the wildlife stopped growing past a certain point in the bunker, and most of the bedrooms remained untouched, give or take a few vines and flowers. Exiting the room he was currently in, he walked into the adjacent bedroom, which was set up exactly like the other four he had already checked out.

         Opening the bedside table cabinet where he found the last journal, he pulled out a Bible and another journal tucked away neatly inside. This one was in better condition than the last one, and flipping through the pages, it seemed the man that wrote this one had also met a girl. His eyes scanned over the entry from April 19th, 1819, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

         Taking the journal and exiting the bedroom, Dean started to walk back towards the main room, when he, quite literally, bumped into Sam.

         “Dude, you gotta see this,” they both said at the same time. Sam motioned Dean to go first, who waved the journal in his hand.

         “Found some horny old guy’s diary,” Dean said with a smirk, handing the book to his brother. Sam’s nose crinkled in disgust as he read over the contents of the page he opened to.

         “May 4, 1819,” he read aloud, “[Y/N] is quite the woman of many talents. She continues to impress every day. It’s impossible to keep her to myself, the other scholars dying to have their turn with her, but she fails to listen to them. My word is the only one that has power over her.”

         A look of repugnance crossed over his face as the words on the page settled into his brain. “Dude, what the hell?”

         “I know,” Dean smirked, “turns out these librarians actually did know how to have fun once in a while. If I knew orgies were in the mix of being a Men of Letters, I would have joined a long time ago.”

         Sam scowled and shot Dean a look of disapproval, throwing the journal back at him, Dean catching it last minute just as it was about to drop to the ground. Dean just rolled his eyes at his brother before changing the subject.

         “What did you find?”

         “I think the dungeon, but I can’t get to it,” Sam said, turning on his heel to walk back to the main room.

         Dean shook his head and followed close behind Sam. “What do you mean ‘can’t get to it’?”

         “The plant life seems to grow more frequently and thicker right in front of the door. There’s definitely something on the other side. I need something bigger than my pocket knife to cut through all that.”

         “We probably have some machetes in the trunk,” Dean said. Sam nodded his head, and waited for Dean to run out and grab them. In less than a minute Dean was back at his side, two machetes in his hand. Passing one to his brother, they made way back to the records room where the door to the dungeon was, being careful to not trip on any vines.

         “Damn, you weren’t kidding,” Dean commented once he saw the plant life surrounding the far wall. “Let’s get to it.”

          Ten minutes later, Sam and Dean were covered in sweat and the grass was cut down as low as it could go, and the filing cabinet was free. Sam crouched to the ground and swept some discarded grass away from the cement ground, and his eyes settled on the faded outline to a devil’s trap.

         “Thank God,” Dean said, eyeing the trap, “I would have killed you myself if we did all that landscaping for nothing.”

         Sam shot him a bitch face once he stood back up to his height, earning a cocky smile from Dean. “Just help me move this.”

         “Whatever,” Dean said, rolling his eyes while getting into position to move the cabinet. With their combined strength, Sam and Dean were able to get the secret door open, sunlight flooding their eyes.

         When their eyes adjusted to the sudden blast of light, they couldn’t believe the sight in front of them. All around the room were hundreds of different types of flowers; from daisies to lilies, lavender to cherry blossoms. Tall grass and ivy covered every inch of the concrete floor, not a single part of the cement underneath showing through. Sunlight seemed to filter through the room, even though there were no windows or doors anywhere. Right in the center of the room where the Devil’s trap should be, covered in ivy and flowers, a woman laid, naked and as still as the dead.

          “What the hell?”

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FLASHBACK: APRIL 2ND, 1817

         Corvious Blackstone looked over his work again for the umpteenth time, his hands growing clammy as they wound into tight fists at his side. Lighting the candles around the perimeter of the Devil’s trap with a simple spell and the flick of his wrist, he began the ritual.

         Picking up an ebony blade from his tray of ingredients, he sliced a cut across his palm and let his blood flow into the gold bowl in the center of the trap.

         “Ego te voco spiritus naturae, ut appareant in conspectu tuo,” he spoke, clear as day. The atmosphere of the room changed immediately, a ball of sunlight appearing in the center of the trap.

         “Ego te voco spiritus naturae, ut appareant in conspectu tuo,” he repeated, louder this time. The light grew brighter, flowers beginning to bloom and grass began to grow out of nowhere on the cement floor beneath his shoes.

         “Ego te voco spiritus naturae, ut appareant in conspectu tuo!” he shouted for a final time, the ball of light growing so bright he had to shield his eyes. When the light faded, standing in the center of the Devil’s trap, bound in enchanted chains, a woman appeared.

         Her eyes were completely white, glossy and nerve-wracking to look at. Her hair long and blonde, going well past the swell of her breasts, down to the bones in her pelvis. Her tanned skin bare and gleaming in the light of the sun. Intricate designs of gold swirled over her skin, down her arms and her torso, coming together up her neck and onto her face, creating an elegant pattern in the center of her forehead.

         She blinked, once, twice, three times, and the white of her eyes faded away, her irises the same golden shade as the etchings on her skin coming to form a right of light against her eyelashes. A triumphant smile arose on Corvious’s face as he stared into the woman.

         “Hello, [Y/N],” he greeted, “get comfortable, you’ll be here for a while.”

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[elcorhamletlive]

fandom: MCU (Alternate Universe - High School) ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark tags: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Tooth-rotting fluff, Pining

Dear Journal,

Jarvis told me a journal could help when I can’t use my phone in class and I get bored because I already know everything the teachers are saying. So now I’m in Math class and I’m super bored, so I decided to write to make it seem like I’m taking notes.

Ms. Karen is looking my way right now. Let’s see if she buys it.

She bought it. Great. This class is already starting late because she took time out of it to introduce the new student, so I guess she doesn’t has time to check if I’m actually copying the equations.

The new guy is kind of funny. His name is Steve and he’s really small. I kind of like him already because now I’m not the shortest guy in our year anymore.

Great, the bell rang. Ttyl.

Book of Tony

Tony’s Declassified School Survival Guide

Death Note

Dear J,

Yeah, that works for me. I like calling you J. Not my best nickname, but it will have to do.

Today I’m in History class, and it’s been a really fun class. The new guy, Steve, sits right in front of me.

And, like, he’s definitely a huge nerd. Not in the sense that he gets good grades, because I don’t know if he does, but he’s always paying attention to the teacher’s every word. And he never talks during class (I don’t think he’s made any friends yet).

But today he talked. Because Hodge was picking on Banner, and then Steve just stood up and went right in front of the table and told him to stop. Just like that.

Hodge laughed, of course. But it was still pretty cool.

Dear J,

Here’s a list of all the things more interesting than this class right now:

Dum-E’s beeps when he manages to hose something.

Mold forming under the teacher’s table.

All the Star Wars prequels.

Steve Rogers’ socks.

(They’re, like, actual wool socks that go all the way to half of his calf. It’s like he deliberately set out to dress as an uncool loser. They have a pattern of little cows. It’s amazing.)

Dear J,

I can’t believe I’m writing this, but History class was awesome.

Get this: Steve got into a fight with Mr. Jenkins about Columbus. Because Mr. Jenkins had just finished reading a passage from a book about him, and he asked if anyone had any questions, and Steve just raised his hand and Mr. Jenkins was like, “Sure, go ahead, Mr. Rogers” (the teachers like Steve because he’s so quiet) and Steve just said “Why doesn’t it say anything about all the rapes and violence he committed?”.

I don’t think Mr. Jenkins likes Steve very much now.

Still, it was the most interesting thing to ever happen in his class in years. He should be grateful.

Dear J,

I thought about talking to Steve after class, to let him know I thought it was cool, what he did.

I don’t really go to the cafeteria during lunch, because since Rhodey graduated I don’t really have a table to sit. Eating alone suckssss.

I thought I could sit with Steve, maybe? Because he’s new, so I thought, he probably doesn’t know anyone yet.

But it turns out he does know someone. He sat at the table of this big dude named Bucky Barnes.

I’m eating at the informatics club right now.

Dear J,

A probably incomplete list of Steve Rogers’ socks:

plain black socks (my least favorite)

the ones with the cows I mentioned before (he seems to like those, he wears them a lot).

red and blue stripped socks (sometimes just one foot paired with another one from the list, usually the plain pair. not sure if political commentary or not)

blue socks with little stars

blue socks with little R2-D2s (by far my favorite)

The last one makes me wonder if he’s into Star Wars. Maybe he just thinks R2-D2 is cool, though, which is also a valid opinion.

I kind of want to ask, but he’s always with that Barnes guy. It’s hard to get a moment to talk to him.

Dear J,

Talked to Steve today right after Math class. Ok, actually I kinda ran into him, but then we started talking? I complimented his socks and everything. At first he thought I was making fun of him, but then I showed him a picture of my star wars Lego set and he believed it. We talked so much Ms. Hill had to tell us to shut up and let her start the class.

He’s really funny, J. I didn’t know he was funny.

Dear J,

Steve invited me to have lunch with them today. Ngl I was a little nervous – didn’t wanna talk to Barnes – but I met his friends, Sam Wilson and this girl, Sharon Carter, and it was actually kind of fun.

It certainly beats eating in the informatics room.

Dear J,

Yesterday at lunch, Barton sat with us. I didn’t mind it (Barton is ok, I guess) until he decided to make a stupid comment about Barnes and Steve. It was so fucking stupid. Just because Barnes gave Steve his fries. Like, are you in fifth grade?

I could’ve given Steve my fries. I wasn’t gonna eat them anyway. But Barnes offered first. damnit

Dear J,

Today Steve asked me to help him with his math homework. I said yes, I’d love it.

(Why the fuck did I say that? Like, sure, I could’ve said yes, but why did I say I’d love it? That’s such a weird thing to say.

Steve just smiled. But I bet he thought it was weird.)

Now I’m in last period, ignoring Mr. Coulson and getting all nervous because I’m supposed to go to Steve’s house after school.

What if say something stupid? Worse, what if I start rambling and I say something shitty and he gets mad? And am I gonna be a good teacher anyway? I always go off when I talk about Math, sometimes I don’t understand what I’m saying. What if Steve sits there, looks at me with those blue eyes they’re so blue, holy shit and I end up, like, talking about the Hodge conjecture or something? That’s not really date talk.

And is that even a date? Would Steve even want to have a date with me?

Ok, class’s over. Gotta go, J. Wish me luck.

Dear J,

Yesterday was AWESOME.

We talked a lot. I even told him about the Hodge conjecture after all!! And Steve said it was amazing I know this. He sounded like he really meant it (he always sounds like he means everything he says. It’s something in the way he talks).

Steve thinks he’s bad at math, but he isn’t. He just has a harder time with numbers. He’s actually super smart. And he’s so fun to talk to, J. He’s just so...

I don’t know if it was a date. We didn’t kiss or anything. But I had a great time. I hope he asks for help again.

Dear J,

He asked again!! I’m supposed to help him with his chemistry homework on Saturday. Again not sure if this is a date, but it’s so awesome.

Today at lunch there was something a little different with us. Barnes was there, sure, but I could barely notice his presence, and I bet Steve didn’t either. We were talking about what might happen to Kylo Ren in the next movies. I’m pro-redemption, he’s against it. We talked so much we didn’t even notice when the bell rang.

Anthony Stark-Rogers

Anthony Rogers

Anthony Rogers-Stark

Dear J,

Can’t really focus on writing lately. I’ve been just scribbling stuff.

(Don’t give me this look. You’re a journal, you can’t judge me.)

Dear J,

It’s been almost a week since I last wrote here. Feels a bit weird to write down what went on, honestly, but I’m gonna try. I missed writing in you.

So. Apparently, last time I scribbled those stupid names (so fucking stupid), I was grinning like an idiot, and Hodge started teasing me, asking me what was up. Of course, I can’t keep my mouth shut, so I snapped back at him and he got angry and he and his friends cornered me on the way out and took you out of my backpack and, I mean, you were there. They started reading aloud, laughing the whole time.

Steve was in the bathroom, so he only got to it around the ending, but he definitely heard enough. I was so fucking embarrassed, I couldn’t even think, I just grabbed you and ran away.

Now Steve keeps calling me and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to answer him because I don’t want to hear him rejecting me, and I don’t want to have to apologize for writing all that stupid shit about him because I didn’t think anyone would read it! I just thought I was being dumb in my journal, alone, like it’s my God-given right as a stupid teenager in love with someone.

Yeah, there, I said it. No point in pretending anymore, I guess, since the whole school has probably heard it by now. I’m in love, and Steve isn’t, and now everyone knows and I just want to stay in my room for the rest of my life.

Dear J,

Barnes called me. I answered almost out of surprise, to be honest– I didn’t even know he had my number. He didn’t bother telling me how he got it, he just straight up started saying I needed to answer Steve before he did anything dumber. And then I said “you mean, before he does anything dumb” (I don’t normally correct people, but I wanted to be an asshole with him), but he answered: “No, idiot, he already did something dumb”.

And then I found out Steve got suspended.

Because he punched Hodge in the face.

I kind of didn’t have anything to say to that, so Barnes was just like “yeah, I know” and told me the whole story. Apparently, a few days after the mess, Steve went to Hodge, because he wanted to get Hodge to apologize to me (he’s a fan of impossible causes) and of course Hodge told him to fuck off and I guess he said something about me (Barnes didn’t know what it was because Steve refused to repeat) and then Steve punched his face.

And that’s. I mean, that’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever heard, right? So I told that to Barnes, and he was all like: “Of course you think that. You two idiots were made for each other”.

So I guess I don’t hate Barnes anymore.

And I’m calling Steve tonight. Wish me luck.

Dear J,

I’m writing this now in Steve’s room. He went downstairs to see if the popcorn was ready, and I thought I’d update you a little.

When I called him, yesterday, at first he was super shocked I was actually talking to him. I asked how he was, and I told him about my talk with Barnes (guess I should start calling him Bucky now?). He said he was fine, which is Steve speak for “Hodge totally punched him back”, so I wanted to see him, and he told me come over.

And… I’m here now, so you can guess how it went. We didn’t fuck or anything – Steve told me he’s never done it before with anyone, and when we do it I want it to be special, so special he never wants to do it with anyone else. But we kissed, and we kissed a lot, and let me tell you, we’d totally still be kissing if we didn’t have to stop and do other meaningless things, like breathing and sleeping.

Steve says he didn’t kiss many people before me, but he’s such a great kisser, J. He’s just- he tastes so good and his mouth is so soft and just… Yeah. Awesome. 10/10, would do it again (will do it again as soon as he gets back with the popcorn).

We talked about you, too. He said he thinks it’s "super cute", that I write in you – and then he flushed and started saying he didn’t mean to be condescending, which was super cute too. He says he’s not good at writing many things, mostly he draws.

He showed me a few of his drawings. I’m in a few, and there’s one of both of us holding hands, which was how the kissing started.

Now I’m listening to his steps coming up the stairs, so I better go. I’m so happy, J. I didn’t even know I could get this happy.

Dear J,

The best things about dating Steve Rogers, in no particular order.

Getting to see his socks’ drawer and pick out my favorites for him to wear on our dates (the R2-D2 pair is still the winner, but he’s got one with little stars he only wears at home that I kind of love because I’m the only one who sees it).

Eating his mom’s cookies.

Joining his mom in her efforts to make him eat more (and the way he frowns and gets all grumpy about it).

Watching him shoot angry glares at Hodge any time he breathes in my direction (I considered telling Steve to relax, but, honestly, I kind of love it when he does that).

Cuddling with him in bed while he watches this youtube video I found that proves Kylo’s redemption is inevitable.

Kissing the little freckles behind his ears and watching as he blushes all over.

The smile he’s gonna give when I show him this list.

Gotta go, J. Ttyl.

P.S.: It’s totally gonna be “Stark-Rogers”.

[taenamseok]

The Case of Her Heart

Masterlist

Summary: A damaged man that just wants to feel alive again. A detective who doesn't understand people's emotions. Can they work together to bring down a criminal mastermind?

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Chapter Three

"What do you mean 'what are you doing here'? Can I not stop by to check up on my darling little sister?" The man smirks. Namjoon looks between the two in confusion, Y/N's sharp glare on the man as he casually sips his tea. "Little sister?" Namjoon asks. Y/N sighs, clearly irritated. "Yes. Namjoon, this is my tedious older brother, Yoongi." She says before heading to the kitchen. "Hello." Yoongi mumbled before taking a sip of his tea. "Um, hello." Namjoon stutters.

"So what, Y/N, is this one of your old homeless network people." Yoongi chuckles. "No, hes a friend. He'll be taking the flat upstairs." Y/N rambled, sorting through the abundance of lab equipment in the kitchen. "A friend?" "I will?" Yoongi and Namjoon ask simultaneously. "Yes." Y/N sighs irritably. "If you want to." "Well, I haven't even see it yet, so I can't exactly make a decision." Namjoon chuckles. "You haven't seen it yet? Well then, I'll show you. Yoongi, please make sure you're not here when I get back." Y/N grabs Namjoon's wrist, pulling him towards the door.

"Now now, Y/N, you know why I'm here. It's your weekly-" "Sh." Y/N cuts Yoongi off quickly. "I'm busy. Another time." She says quickly before pulling Namjoon out of the flat. Yoongi sighs, setting his tea down. Jin sat down in the armchair across from him with a newspaper, silently reading. "Seokjin, why can't she just realize I just want to look after her? I just want to make sure she doesn't overdose again." Yoongi groans, resting his head on his hand. "I know, none of us want that again, but I have a feeling that no one will ever be able to get through that thick skull of hers."

Y/N unlocks the door, a cloud of dust spilling out as the door swings open, causing the two to cough. "Obviously it needs a little cleaning." Y/N coughs. She shows him around the flat, and it's not that bad. It's the same layout as hers, the only difference is that its empty, a cornflower blue coating the walls. "So what do think?" She asks, clapping her hands together. "Um, it's nice. Its a good size, just needs a little TLC." Namjoon nods, looking around. "Yes, I agree."

"Well then, what do you think, Namjoon?" Jin asks, setting his newspaper down. "Its nice. I really like it. How much a month would it be?" "Can you please discuss that elsewhere? I have things I need to do up here and I need silence." Y/N groans, bouncing on her toes. "Y/N, not too much." Jin warns, pointing a finger at her. Y/N only rolls her eyes in response, passing them on her way to her bedroom. "Come on, we'll talk about this in my flat." Jin sighs, leading Namjoon downstairs.

It had been a few days since Namjoon's first meeting with Y/N, and he has visited Baker Street every day since, whether by her request for company or to clean the flat upstairs before he moved his stuff in at the end of the week. He had gone a few places with her, following silently as they visited odd places, solving a few cases unrelated to the disappearances. Namjoon was sitting at his desk in his own flat when he got a text.

Y/N: Meet me at the lab. Namjoon put down his pencil, closing the journal that he had bought as recommended by his therapist.

Namjoon walked into the lab, seeing Y/N standing at a whiteboard, a bunch of note that made no sense to Namjoon scribbled on there. "Namjoon, come take a look at this." She said, biting the end of the marker. He stands next to her and glances over all of the writing on the whiteboard. "What do you think of this?" She asks, pointing at the board. "Um, I don't know. What is it about?" He asks, putting his hands in his pockets casually. He had grown more comfortable around Y/N over time, trusting her for some reason, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"I looked around for that name in Joyce Meriweather's letter, Charlie. I figured if I found out who Charlie was it'd give me a hint as to who she went with. So, my research brought me to a hospital, St. Agatha's." "The children's hospital?" "Correct." Y/N smirked. "Charlie Meriweather, aged twelve, diagnosed with leukemia. Now, I want you to read over what I have here and tell me how Charlie is related to Joyce." Y/N says, stepping back. "Is this a test?"

"Yes, of sorts." Namjoon clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowing as he reads over the material. After a few minutes he comes to his conclusion.

"Hes her brother." Namjoon smiles confidently. "And how did you come up with that?" "Well, they have the same last name, but she had him very young and was married very young, she couldn't be his mother. Back at the flat, there was also no child's toys or pictures around. She cares for him, has the same last name, too old to be her child, so, brother." Y/N smirks at his response.

"Well, that's not all the evidence, but you're correct, so I applaud you. Yes, he is in fact, her younger brother." She says, walking over to sit down on a stool. As she sits, the door opens, the mortician, Hoseok, stepping in. Namjoon had come to know that for working around dead people all the time, Hoseok was surprisingly lively, always cracking jokes and such. This time, he had a man following behind him. He was a little bit taller than Hoseok, his hair dyed grey, an oversized jumper covered his torso as some ripped skinny jeans covered his lower half.

"And this is the lab." Hoseok said. "Oh, hello. I didnt expect anyone to be in here." Hoseok chuckles. "I was just showing my friend around. Um, Tae, this is-" "Min Y/N. I've read about you. You're like, super smart, right?" The man asks, holding a hand out to Y/N. Her eyes scan him for a moment before shaking his hand. "Wow, you're even hotter in person." Tae smirks, biting his lip. "Charming." Y/N rolls her eyes, standing and walking over to the counter.

"Nice try, Tae, but trust me, I've been trying for years. It's not gonna work." Hoseok chuckles. Tae circles the counter, looking at the whiteboard before standing beside Y/N. Namjoon watches as he slips her a small piece of paper, whispering something in her ear before turning away, smiling at Namjoon in the process. "Well, Hobi, this was an awesome tour and all, but I gotta head back. I'll be waiting for that text, Y/N." Tae winks at Y/N before leaving.

"Sorry about that, hes still a bit immature. Playing the field, living life, you know." Hoseok chuckles. Y/N hums in response, getting up and grabbing her coat. "Come on, Namjoon, he have some places to check out." She says before walking out the door, Namjoon quickly following her.

"So, what exactly are you doing?" Namjoon asks, relaxing in his armchair. He hadn't been around long, but the plush chair had become his seat, right across from Y/N's. She sat at the desk, typing away as Namjoon watched as her fingers danced elegantly across the keys. "I'm looking through the data base of the hospitals in the area of the disappearances to confirm a theory of mine." Y/N says.

"What's the theory?" "Well, maybe if Joyce was taken to help her little brother, I presume helping by doing something for money that'll help pay for treatment, maybe the other missing persons went for the same reason. So, I'm looking to see if any of the others have family members that are currently undergoing any form of treatment." She rambles.

"Anything so far?" "No, not yet." Y/N sighs. They sit in silence for a few moments before she blots out of her chair, shouting. "What?" Namjoon cries, shocked by the action. "I finally got something. Right here. Martin Willington. Same name as James Willington." Y/N smiles excitedly, looking like a child that was just given their favorite treat. "Well, what do you say we go pay Mr. Willington a visit?"

"How can I help you?" The receptionist asks. "Hello. Yes, um, I was wondering what room my Uncle Martin is in." "Identification please?" "Oh, of course." Y/N says, pulling out a wallet. Namjoon looks, multiple IDs lined up in the wallet. She picked one and handed it to the woman. The woman took it, handing it back to Y/N along with a small name tag sticker. "Alright, here you go Mrs. Banner. Room 464."

"Thank you so much. Come darling, let's go." Y/N smiled, taking Namjoon's hand in hers. Namjoon is slightly stunned, but stays composed as they walk through the hall, hand in hand. Once they're out of sight of the reception desk Y/N drops his hand. "Mrs. Banner?" Namjoon chuckles. "Yes. Also Ms. Bennett, Mrs. Dodman, Johnson, etcetera." She smirks. "Can never use the same one more than once though. I have a guy."

Namjoon silently applauds her, standing in the elevator as it ascends to the fourth floor. When the doors open they follow the hallway to room 464. The door is open, so they walk in, the only person in the room being the man laying in the bed. "Mr. Willington?" Y/N asks softly, circling the bed. The man shifts slightly, looking at her. Hes an older gentleman, his hair greying. "Yes? Who are you?" He croaks. "My name is Y/N. I just have a few questions." "About James?" "Yes. Do you mind?" "No, not at all." Y/N pulls a seat to the side of the bed, taking a seat as Namjoon stand awkwardly to the side.

"Mr. Willington, how are you and James related?" "Ah, hes my nephew. Brother's son. Such a nice boy." Martin smiles. "And you were close?" Y/N asks. "Yes. I don't have any children of my own, so Jimmy is like a son to me. Is there any news from him?" Martin asks, excitedly. "No, I'm sorry. Mr. Willington, after his disappearance, has anything strange happened?" "Well, not too much, but I think Jimmy is taking care of me. After he left, the doctors have said someone has been paying large amounts of money towards my treatment." Martin smiles.

"Money? Do you know from who?" Y/N asks curiously. "No. Its only under the name of Kim Industries." "Kim Industries? I've never heard of that." Y/N says, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Neither have I, but I know Jimmy has something to do with it."

After the encounter, Y/N and Namjoon head back to Baker Street, Y/N back on the computer while Namjoon reads, Jin in the kitchen making tea. "Nothing. Theres absolutely nothing." Y/N sighs, her head falling harshly on the desk. "No Kim Industries at all?" Namjoon asks. "No." Y/N mumbles into the wood.

Y/N's phone pings, a notification popping up on the screen. "What does it say?" She asks Namjoon. He grabs the phone, unlocking it and tapping on the notification. It's a text message from an unknown number. "You're about to travel into dangerous territory, Ms. Min. I look forward to our little game. Just a warning, I never lose." Namjoon read aloud. Y/N sits up, cocking her head to the side. "From who?" She asks. "Unknown number. Theres a signature though. KT."

"KT? Hm. Strange. I'll have to talk to Jason about it." Y/N sighs. "His name is Jimin, not Jason." Namjoon chuckles, Y/N dismissing him with a wave of the hand.

"Hello?" The young man answers his phone. "I sent you some pictures. Let me know what you think." The deep voice echoes through the speaker. The phone buzzes, the man looking at the messages. Multiple pictures of a young woman load onto the screen. She's beautiful, and his breath hitches. "Who is she?" He asks. "Her name is Min Y/N. I need you to distract her for a bit. She's on my trail and I'm not ready yet. I need you to help me get a bit more time." The deep voice says.

The young man licks his lips, a million ideas running through his mind. "Yes, sir. I think I have something in mind. This is going to be so much fun." He chuckles.

[wellimaginethat]

Title: A Different kind of Christmas

Pairing: Avengers x Avenger!Female!Reader (with hints at Loki x Reader)

Word Count: 1534

Author’s Note: So this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but stuff happened and I ended up falling asleep last night so my entire schedule got messed up. I’m also not too happy with it, but you all can let me know your opinions on it.

Trigger Warning(s): Sadness over not going home for Christmas

Disclaimer: Not affiliated with Marvel or anything like that.

Summary: Y/N’s flight home for the holidays got cancelled due to bad weather, so Loki gets the Avengers to decorate and they all have a make shift Christmas celebration.

Y/N = Your Name

It was the 24th, and while you wouldn’t usually wait this long to head home, you had last minute Avengers business you had to attend to, so you couldn’t leave until the morning of the 24th.

But over night it had snowed. And snowed. And snowed. And now there was a three foot blanket of white powder on the city and it was still coming down heavily. And all flights were cancelled.

You had to call your mother up and tell her you wouldn’t be home for Christmas this year because of work and the weather, she was upset but was understanding and promised that you would have another family gathering whenever you did make it home.

It really brought your spirits down, and all the Avengers noticed.

“What is the matter?” Loki asked you, looking up from his book to your form staring out the window, glaring at the snow.

“Because of the stupid snow, I can’t make it home for Christmas to see my family.” You bit out, you didn’t mean to be so aggressive, but it was either that or a sobbing mess and you were sure everyone would prefer the former.

Loki stood up, marking the page in his book and walking over to where you were, and looked out the window himself. “Ah yes, it is coming down quite fiercely, isn’t it?”

You sniffled, trying to contain your sadness.

“I am sorry you are missing out on your family’s Christmas festivities.” Loki spoke with such sincerity that it made it ten times worse.

You gave him a sad smile.

Loki didn’t know why, but he felt that you needed a hug. And while not many of the others were too keen on his presence in the compound, you always treated him nicely. So he hugged you.

You were taken back by the hug, but hugged him back and stayed like that for a moment. “Thank you, I really needed a hug.”

Loki silently nodded.

You eventually retreated to your room.

As soon as he was certain you were away in your room, he went to Tony.

“Stark, may I have a word with you?”

Tony looked up from whatever gadget he was working on. “What’s up Reindeer Games?”

“Y/N is terribly sad because she’s missing out on her family’s Christmas festivities and I would like to do some decorating and other Christmas stuff to make her feel better.”

Tony looked shocked.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, that’s just a really nice idea and I have to be honest, I didn’t think you were capable of it.” Tony admitted, but nodded and set down the gadget and screwdriver before getting up. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. We’ll get Wanda to go to Y/N’s room and distract her, while the rest of us work on getting the decorations, food, and cookies ready.”

Loki smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

They went to Wanda, and while she was at first very suspicious about Loki’s motives, she knew you were very homesick, so she agreed and went to your room on the guise of cheering you up.

It took some effort, and a few hours, but together the Avengers decorated the entire compound, inside and out, and managed to make a decent Christmas Eve dinner.

Tony gave Wanda and signal to bring you out of your room and into the main room, where they’d managed to get a tree set up and lights were strung on it.

The sight of the Christmas decorations and your friends brought tears to your eyes.

“Loki told us you were sad since you couldn’t make it home for Christmas, so we decided to bring some Christmas spirit into the compound.” Steve told you with a smile, some tinsel on his shoulder.

You sniffled. “Thank you, this is the best Christmas gift I could ever ask for.” You told them.

The evening was spent doing Christmasy things as well as just playing games with the other Avengers - minus Clint and Natasha who were on Clint’s farm with his family - and the night buzzed by.

“Alright, we better get to bed so that Santa can come.” Tony announced after a while, smiling at Pepper, who smiled back like they had something up their sleeves.

The others were so tired they didn’t notice, and slowly everyone left the main room to go to their rooms at the compound.

You followed after Loki and caught him by the arm. “Hey, thank you for getting them to do this.”

Loki looked down at you and smiled a little. “It was the others who did most of the work.”

You shook your head. “Don’t. Tony told me the truth.” You smiled at him and hugged him. “Thank you.”

“You are quite welcome, Y/N.” He whispered against you hair as he hugged you back. “I knew you were sad that you couldn’t go home, and while this isn’t the same, I at least wanted you to have some semblance of a family Christmas.”

You nodded. “It was very nice.” You both bidded each other a good night and went to your respective rooms.

The next morning Tony woke everyone up and made everyone come to the kitchen where Pepper was making pancakes.

“I saw this on Pinterest and decided to try it out.” Pepper explained as she added more Christmas tree shaped pancakes to a pile that was already on a plate.

There was numerous bottles of syrup and when you held one up with a raised brow and looked at Tony, he nodded towards Thor, and you nodded in understanding.

“After breakfast we will open presents!” Tony exclaimed with a wide smile. “Then I was thinking we all could go ice skating since it finally stopped snowing.”

“Why not sledding? I might have less chance of breaking an ankle that way.” You laughed as you went over to help Pepper out with breakfast.

Tony shrugged. “Whichever. We’ll take a vote after presents.”

After breakfast, you saw Loki retreating towards his room and you rushed after him.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked with a bit of a frown.

“My room.”

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head and were joined by Tony.

“Not so fast Reindeer Games, you gotta participate in this since it was your idea.” Tony called from across the room.

“Come on brother, it will be fun.” Thor walked over and slung an arm around Loki.

You grabbed Loki’s hand and tugged him over to the tree. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

Tony picked up a gift to read who it was to. “Alright Steve, this one is yours.” He handed it to Steve and went down the list until they were all sorted out.

“So how are we doing this? All at once or one at a time?” Pepper asked.

“If we did it all at once it would save time.” Tony said.

After presents were opened, you saw Loki once again try to slip away, this time managing to actually get out of the room. So you slipped away as well with one final gift.

“Hey, wait up.” You called to him once you were in the hall.

He turned to face you.

“You missed one.” You held it up, it was wrapped nicely with a bow and everything, and the tag said it was from you to Loki. “I was going to give it to you before I went home for Christmas, but then that didn’t work out and we had Christmas here instead.” You cut yourself off. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” You murmured and held it out to him. “Here, open it.” You smiled a little.

Loki looks down at it and carefully opens one side where the tape was.

“Just rip the paper, silly.” You laughed.

Loki looked at you for a moment before smiling a little and ripping the paper to reveal a book.

“It’s my favorite, I thought that maybe you’d like it.” You shrugged a bit.

“It’s a great gift, Y/N, thank you.” Loki said softly, still looking at the cover of the book and thinking that it would have to be the next book he read. “Can you wait here a moment?” He asked, finally looking up at you again.

You nodded. “Sure.”

He walked to his room and came back with a small package. “I debated on whether or not to give this to you, but I figured you are probably my best friend here, so.” He handed it to you.

You took it carefully and unwrapped it to reveal a leather bound journal. “Oh my gosh.” You gasped softly, lightly running your fingers over it. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“I was hoping you would like it, I noticed how you always write and draw.”

You grinned up at him. “It’s prefect. Thank you.”

Overall, you had a happy Christmas, even though you didn’t manage to get to see your family, you did get to spend it with your other family, and you honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“Y/N! Loki! Come on, it’s time to go sledding!” Thor hollered from the other room

“Not yet Thor, we’re all still in our pajamas.” You heard Tony correct him.

[ghost--facers]

S01E01 - Pilot (Part Four)

A/N: Hey! This is part four of the imagine series I’m doing where I rewrite the reader into Supernatural. I did say it was a long one... but it’s not actually too bad! Part 5 will be up soon and it should just be a short one (but we’ll see)! Feedback is appreciated and if you want to be tagged in the next part please let me know! I hope you like it x

Characters: Dean (eventual Dean x reader), Sam

Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 5550

Description: The reader goes hunting for the ‘Woman in White’ with Sam and Dean in Jericho.

Part One   Part Two   Part Three

“Here.” Dean said, throwing you one of his black t-shirts.

You were now clean and fresh having gotten out the shower, but because your previous clothes were soaked head to toe in mud, and you didn’t bring any extra clothes with you, you had to borrow one of Dean’s t-shirts. Luckily, you did find a spare pair of jeans in your bag which you were now wearing.

“Thanks, Dean.” You smiled, pulling the t-shirt over your head.

“No problem, [y/n].” He smiled back, his eyes were lingering on your body for a few seconds after. Normally, you’d hate for someone to see you in just a pair of jeans and a bra, especially a guy, but after jumping off a bridge, this didn’t really seem to bother you anymore.

You looked at yourself in the mirror after Dean had left the bathroom and noticed that you had bags under your [e/c] eyes, due to the fact you hadn’t slept in a while and your [h/c] hair was still slightly matted from the mud. You then looked down at the t-shirt Dean had given you, which hung from your frame till your mid-thigh. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, before walking out to join Dean and Sam in their father’s room. Due to the fact there was only one shower in your room, which Dean had been using, you had to use the one in their father’s room.

“Dean, I’m stealing this t-shirt.” You spoke, pulling your hair into a tight ponytail.

“Keep it.” Dean replied, looking back at you. “It suits you.”

You could feel a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you watched Dean smirk, while looking you up and down. You weren’t sure if he had seen you looking back at him, but he stopped after a few glances as he shook himself back into reality.

“Hey, Sam, I’m starving.” Dean said, grabbing his coat from off the bed. “I’m gonna get a little something to eat at that diner down the street, I assume you’re coming [y/n]?”

You nodded in response, as you grabbed your jacket and walked over to stand by Dean at the door.

“You want anything, Sam?” Dean asked.

“No.” He responded.

“Aframian’s buying.” Dean continued.

“Now, I’m ordering extra.” You spoke, smiling over at Dean.

Sam just shook his head, placing his phone to his ear again as you and Dean walked out of the room.

“I think we should still get him something.” You spoke, wincing at the sudden amount of sunlight that was now blinding you.

“We’ll get him a salad.”

“Salad? Surely, Sam doesn’t like sal-” You started, before noticing Dean stopping dead in his tracks. “Dean?”

You followed his gaze and your eyes fell upon two officers and the B&B owner.

“Shit.” You spoke, as he watched the B&B owner point his finger in your direction. Dean then turned himself around, which you also did, and pulled out his phone from his jacket.

“Dude. Five-0. Take off.” Dean spoke into the phone as you gripped onto his sleeve.

You could see them in your peripheral vision getting closer to you and Dean with every second. You had never been arrested before and you sure as hell never wanted to. Your heart beat was increasing, slowly but surely and your mouth had gotten dry. You clutched harder onto Dean’s jacket, trying to calm yourself down as best you could. You weren’t used to this… and you hated it.

“They kind of spotted me… and [y/n]. Go find Dad.” Dean spoke once more, before hanging up and placing the phone back into his jacket.

At that point, the officers had appeared and both you and Dean had turned round. You let go of Dean’s jacket, trying to make it seem like you weren’t nervous by their company, but they could probably already tell that you were. Dean however, was now sporting a cocky confidence that you hadn’t seen up until this point. It was a Dean that acted like he didn’t give a shit, even when he was about to be arrested.

“Problem, officers?” He furrowed his eyebrows in fake confusion.

“Where’s your other partner?” One of them asked, looking down at you.

“Partner? What-? What partner? Do you know a partner?” Dean spoke turning to you.

You muttered a ‘no’ before you both turned back to face them. One signalled to the other to go into the room you had just exited from and you could see the once confident Dean now gaining more panic for fear of his brother getting caught.

“No extras then?” You whispered to Dean as the officer watched the other walk over to the door. You could hear Dean laugh slightly but you could tell that his panic was rising. Up until the point when the officer turned back round, because then the cocky, confident Dean was back.

“So… fake U.S. marshals. Fake credit cards. You got anything that’s real?” The officer asked, and judging by the smirk on Dean’s face you could tell he was going to say something stupid. The cockiness was quite entertaining but by looking at the officer’s face you felt like whatever was about to come out of his mouth could get him tasered.

“My boobs.” He smirked. You chuckled, quietly while shaking your head. Of course, he could make you laugh even when he was being arrested. Well, actually being slammed into the hood of a police car.

“You have the right to remain silent…” The officer began, before you too got handcuffed.

The officer continued but you blocked out the noise due to your panic. It was real now, it wasn’t Dean just messing with them, it was you and Dean being arrested and being placed into a cop car.

“I’ve been around you for like two days and you have me doing so much crazy shit.” You whispered to Dean as you sat uncomfortably in the back of the car.

“You love it, y/n, don’t lie.” He whispered back, causing you to roll your eyes.

His comment did make you feel slightly calmer but nonetheless your stomach was still nervous and your heart was pumping abnormally fast as the cop car sprung to life.

~~~

“So you wanna give us your real names?” An officer spoke, walking back into the room with a box full of files.

You had been interrogated for what felt like the past three hours, in a boxy room with Dean. You were both handcuffed to the table, where one officer had been asking the same questions repeatedly.

“I told you. It’s Nugent. Ted Nugent.” Dean spoke, his confidence soaring. “And this is Beth Nugent.”

You tried to wave over in the officer’s direction but could only manage to raise your arm up slightly due to the handcuffs, so it ended up looking more like an uncomfortable shift.

“I’m not sure you both realise just how much trouble you’re in here.”

“You talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or “squeal-like-a-pig” trouble?”

“You two got the faces of 10 missing persons taped to your wall, along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. You two are officially suspects.”

“That makes sense, cause when the first one went missing in ‘82, I was 3 and Beth was 1.” Dean replied.

“I know you got partners. One of them is an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me, Dean. Is this his?” The officer said, throwing a notebook on the table.

Your eyes widened upon hearing the name Dean. You then began looking between the book that had been slammed down onto the table and Dean, who was staring straight at the journal.

“I thought that might be your name.” The officer spoke again, flicking through the pages. “See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out, I mean, it’s nine kinds of crazy. But, I found this too.”

The officer stopped on the page that had “Dean 35-111” circled on it. Dean moved closer to it, while you stayed in the same position.

“Now, you’re staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means and until you,” He spoke, now pointing in your direction. “Tell me what your name is.”

“Beth Nugent.” You spoke, not entirely making eye contact.

“C’mon kid, it’s better if you tell me the truth.”

“I am.” You replied. “My name is Beth Nugent and that is my brother’s high school locker combo.”

Dean looked over at you, smirking slightly. You had only come up with the idea that it was his locker combo based on the fact your past locker combo was similar.

“Honest.” You spoke, before pointing at yourself. “Beth Nugent.” Then you pointed at the book. “Brother’s high school locker combination.”

“I don’t know how many times she’s gotta tell you,” Dean spoke. “It’s my high school locker combo.

“We gonna do this all night long? Fake names and fake stories?” The officer replied.

“We just got a 911.” A cop interrupted, walking into the room. “Shots fired over at Whiteford Road.”

“Any of you have to go to the bathroom?” You both shook your heads as a response. “Good.”

The officer then placed another handcuffed on both of you, securing you to the table more, before he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

“Ted? You honestly don’t look like a Ted. Also, what is that book? Like your dad freaks me out and I’ve never even met him. Also, it must be a small station if they’re interrogating us in the same room.” You rambled on.

“[y/n]?”

“Yeah?”

“Please shut up.” He sighed, reaching over to a paper clip that was positioned in the notebook.

“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

He then began to unlock the handcuffs that were keeping us at the table.

“Thanks.” You spoke, rubbing the wrist that you used to try and wave.

“Thanks for the locker combo.” He replied, taking off the remainding cuffs.

“It was similar to mine so it just popped into my head.”

“Right, let’s get out of here.” He sighed, standing up and grabbing the notebook.

He leaned against the wall, and you copied him, watching his head crane around the door to make sure there were no cops. Once there wasn’t, he whispered a quick “let’s go” before you followed him as he ran out of the door and towards the steps.

“Dean?” You whispered as you ran with him up the steps. “We’re supposed to be leaving not going higher up the building.”

“Entrance is swarming with cops, so we have to find another route.” He spoke before pushing open a door labelled roof.

“I’m not jumping off the roof, Dean.”

He ignored you as he walked over to the edge. You followed, as you talked about how you couldn’t believe you had spent so long in the boxy room as it was now dark and when you had entered it was midday.

“No jumping involved.” He panted, ignoring your previous comment as he moved over the wall and onto a ladder. He moved quickly and you followed, trying hard to make sure you didn’t misplace your footing. The ladder then abruptly came to an end and you looked down at Dean who was now on the ground, surveying the area. You took a breath in before jumping down onto the concrete. Although it wasn’t too far down, you still stumbled when you landed, but you blamed that on not having eaten anything in awhile.

“No jumping involved, huh?” You muttered as Dean then began jogging out of the alleyway and onto a road, and you followed him, slightly out of breath from running up the stairs. As you turned the corner onto the street, you found him inside a telephone box. There wasn’t much room in it and you assumed he was just talking to Sam, so you leaned against the outside glass, trying to catch your breath. Luckily enough, you were able to hear him through the glass.

“Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don’t know, that’s pretty illegal.” Dean laughed. “Listen, we gotta talk.” Dean fell silent for a minute but after a few seconds, he piped up again. “Sammy, would you shut up for a second? Well, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. He’s gone. Dad left Jericho.”

He left? You asked yourself. You went on this trip with them so they could find their dad and now it turns out he’s not even here? You jumped off a bridge, researched about ghosts, possibly even saw one, lied about being a Marshal, got arrested for lying about being a Marshal and went on the run from an officer who arrested you for lying about being a Marshal, all for Dean to tell Sam that he wasn’t even here to begin with. That annoyed you slightly, but then you began to think about the fact that jumping off a bridge, researching the supernatural and faking being a Marshal made you feel alive and you had to admit that you had laughed a lot more in the past two days then you had in the past two months. It had been fun… but now it just seemed like the fun was kind of pointless.

“I’ve got his journal.” Dean continued. “Yeah, well, he did this time. Same old ex-Marine crap, to let us know where he’s going. Co-ordinates. I’m not sure. Sam! Sam! Sam!”

He began shouting Sam or a variation of that for another minute before hanging up and walking out, concern implanted on his face.

“What’s up?” I asked, turning to face him.

“It’s Sam. I was talking to him and then it cut out and I could just hear car brakes. We need to find him, [y/n].”

“But, how Dean?”

“I don’t know, but he could be in trouble. So come on.” Dean replied, starting up a run.

You followed him, as he ran down the street, even though you could tell he didn’t have a clue how to help Sammy yet. But, you knew he would think of a plan soon enough.

~~~  

“Dean, you can’t just hotwire a car.” You sighed, arms folded as you watched Dean try to get into the first car you found.

“Why not?” He replied, not looking up.

“It’s illegal.”

“You just lied to a police officer, [y/n], I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.” He answered back.

You didn’t know how to reply to that one, because he was right. Come to think of it, most of the things you had done over the past two days had been illegal. You started to try and think of comebacks for his previous statement, but your thinking time had been cut off by the car that had now sprung to life.

“Get in, [y/n].” Dean smiled, shutting the driver’s door.

You smirked back, shaking your head slightly. You didn’t like the fact you were about to get into a stolen car, but the way he smiled at you made it seem like it was worth it. It made it seem like he had just bought the car not sparked some wires to make it driveable.

“I can’t believe you.” You chuckled as you got into the car and slammed the door shut.

“What?” He replied, smirking.

“You just casually steal a car and you don’t even care.” You spoke, watching him shrug as he started to drive. “You picked well though I supposed, it’s much nicer than the Impala.” You teased, watching him get slightly angrier.

“Leave Baby alone.”

“Baby?” You laughed, looking over at him. “That’s adorable.”

“Shut up, [y/n].” He said, blushing, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

He was beginning to speed up and his hands were gripping the wheel of the car very tightly now.

“Dean, do you actually know where Sam is?” You asked.

“The place she kills everyone.” He responded.

“Constance?”

“Yeah.”

“I still don’t really believe in all that Supernatural crap, you know? It still kinda feels like you Winchester Bros are messing with me.”

“Well, you might want to prepare yourself to see some Supernatural crap because your gonna have a front row ticket tonight.” He sighed, turning the car onto another road abruptly.

“Well then…” You replied. “I’m sorry I’m not going to be able to find your dad with you.”

“Why won’t you?”

“Well, I know that he’s not in Jericho anymore, and I need to be back for work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? It’s Sunday, already?”

“Yeah.” You replied, smiling sadly.

He didn’t reply, just stared ahead, focused intently on the road.

“You know, I never imagined myself doing anything I did this weekend, so thanks.” You said as Dean began to chuckle.

“I can’t believe you’re thanking me for putting you in danger.”

“Well, it was fun. Ticks stuff on my bucket list, right?”

“I suppose so.” He smiled sweetly. “Just make sure you listen to me when we get to Sam, ok?”

“Ok.” You replied, and this time the worry in Dean’s voice made you grasp the seriousness of the situation. You had always taken what Dean had said on this trip, jokingly, but this time you knew you should listen to him. His tone told you there were bad things to come… you didn’t know what exactly, but you knew something was going to happen. Could be some Supernatural stuff, you scoffed to yourself. You felt like you were never going to believe that Sam and Dean were serious about demons and ghosts and things that go bump in the night, but nonetheless, you would go with Dean to help Sam with whatever had happened to him. Or if something had even happened.

Your thoughts had kept you occupied for some time and before you knew it the hijacked car was coming to a stop. Dean didn’t say anything before he rushed out the car and over to the Impala, probably grabbing some of his kit. You didn’t know where Sam was at this point but the shrieks that could be heard, gave you the indication that he was in trouble. It wasn’t only the screams that begun to freak you out, it was the backdrop. It was a derelict building that was starting to crumble to the floor. The trees beside it were back and leafless and the door was slightly ajar, like it was inviting you in for a slow and painful death. That’s when your breathing quickened, your heart was pumping so much you could feel it in your throat, your mouth had gone dry and your brain was going into overdrive thinking about all the things that could be happening. You tried to calm yourself down by saying ‘[y/n], you’re not alone, Sam and Dean won’t let anyone hurt you…” over and over again. It worked well enough for you to brave getting out of the car and running over to Dean who had now retrieved a gun from the trunk of the Impala.

You got over to him as he approached the side window of the Impala. You watched on as he began shooting the air in front of Sam, who you could now see was lying in the back of the car, with a few burning holes in his chest. A tear escaped your eye as you watched him suffer and that’s when you saw the ‘woman in white’ appear, with her once snow white complexion turned into a gaunt skeletal version that was now bearing her layers of dagger-like teeth at Dean. He didn’t seem fazed by it, his face now stern and serious, as he shot at her again. You clutched at Dean’s jacket, as your eyes widened in pure shock and terror. You seemed to be doing this a lot, and he probably found it annoying, but you had to hold onto something and he was the best option.

She kept disappearing with every shot, and within enough time, Sam was able to sit up and with determination plastered across his face, he sped up the Impala and was aiming straight for the creepy house.

“Sam!” Dean shouted, clearly worried about both of them. Both of them, being Sam and the car.

You ran over towards the shack with Dean and watched how the sturdy-ish timbers crashed down on top of the Impala as Sam flew into it. Smoke was billowing out the building and as you wiped a few tears from your eyes, you ran into the building, behind Dean.

“Sam?” Dean shouted.

“Here!” Sam replied.

You both followed the noise over to the front of the car where Sam was sat.

“You okay?” You ask, breathless, both from running and terror.

“I think.” He replied, as Dean pulled open the door.

“Can you move?” He asked.

“Yeah. Help me.” Sam groaned as Dean grabbed his hand and helped him shift out of the car.

“Sam, seriously are you okay?” You asked, wide eyed.

“I’ll be fine, [y/n].” He smiled weakly, leaning against the car.

“She’s fucking real… she’s fucking real.” You whispered.

“Yeah, she’s fucking real.” Dean replied, as you all turned around to look around the room.

“She’s fucking there.” You muttered, grabbing a hold of Dean’s jacket once again.

In front of you stood the snow white version of Constance, who was gripping onto a picture frame. She then looked up, slamming it aside and you could only assume that with her mind, she then flew a cabinet across the room, which slammed into all three of you.

The wind was blown from you and you were now struggling to breathe, you groaned as you tried to move the cabinet away from you, but it wasn’t going anywhere. You saw that both Dean and Sam were doing the same thing, both with no luck. A few tears escaped your eyes as a natural response, and with your free hand you quickly wiped them away. You were sure that the Winchester brothers hadn’t seen you crying so far and you wanted to keep it that way. However, that was becoming trickier because the lights were beginning to flash and even Dean and Sam were beginning to get worried.

“[y/n], it’s going to be fine… don’t cry, it’s okay.” Dean reassured.

“I’m not crying.” You replied, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Maybe you can hear the water that’s dripping over there.”

It was a bad save, but it redirected his attention from my wet face to the soaked stairs, where water was pouring down. Constance had seemed to notice it now as well and had now moved over to the end of the stairs. Distress was evident on her face and you followed her gaze to two young children, soaked from head to toe, who were holding hands and looking down at her.

“You’ve come home to us, Mommy.” They muttered, before appearing behind her.

They ran forward, engulfing her into a hug. She screamed out, before a striking blue light shone around the room and she collapsed with her children. The only thing left was a large puddle on the wood floor.

You were freaking out inside and were trying so hard to hide it, which you felt you had successfully managed. Dean and Sam then pushed over the cabinet, releasing all of you from its’ trap and they walked over to the puddle. You decided to stay where you were for fear that the ‘Woman in White’ would suddenly appear again.

“So, this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean said.

“That’s why she could never go home.” Sam replied. “She was too scared to face them.”

“You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy.” Dean spoke, patting Sam on the back, who groaned from pain, before turning to you.

“You okay, [y/n]?” He asked.

“Yeah…” You replied, breathless. “The real question is whether you’re okay, Sam.”

“I’m good, [y/n]. But Dean, what were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?”

“Hey, saved your ass. I’ll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car… I’ll kill you.”

You and Sam both laughed, looking back at Dean who was now inspecting a tire.

They seemed unfazed by it and luckily, you were beginning to come to terms with the truth of what Sam and Dean had been saying and were getting less freaked out by it all. It was still a lot to take in, but you knew eventually it would sink in.

~~~

“Okay, here’s where Dad went. It’s called Black Water Ridge, Colorado.” Sam spoke, looking down at the map he had positioned on his lap.

You three were back in the car, driving far away from Jericho. You were still trying to block the events of the night out, but you were having no luck. It didn’t really scare you, it just made you more aware of all that evil things that could be surrounding you. You normally got scared when things happened, but after they had finished the terror escaped you and you just became more observant and wary. You had had a lot of practise with this in your twenty-four years of living and you were used to it. You knew Constance would pop into your head just as you were about to sleep, but you knew after a couple days you would be fine and it would nearly all be gone from your memory. Well, it wouldn’t be gone, it would just not bother you anymore.

“Sounds charming. How far?” Dean responded to Sam.

“About 600 miles.”

“If we shag ass, we can make it by morning.”

“You guys never stop do you?” You spoke, yawning.

“Nope.” Dean answered, smirking slightly.

“Dean, I…” Sam said nervously.

“You’re not going.”

“The interview’s in like 10 hours. I gotta be there.”

“Umm, yeah, I gotta get back too. I go to work soon. I mean I don’t really know why because I don’t get paid a lot but you know… money’s money I guess.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Dean scoffed, focusing on the road. “I’ll take you both home.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, lowering your head.

It was clear Dean wanted both of you to stay… well if not you, then Sam, and you did want to stay… even if it wasn’t really the career you would’ve picked for yourself. Well, it wasn’t a possible career for you, it was more like a strange holiday.

They probably don’t want you there, you said to yourself as you slumped back down in the seat.

“Sorry, I was useless.” You said, loud enough to hear them.

“Useless?” Sam questioned, turning around to look at you. You didn’t meet his eyes.

“Yeah, I mean. I didn’t do anything other than cry and hold onto Dean’s jacket.” You admitted.

“So you were crying.” Dean spoke, smiling slightly.

“Yeah, I was, asshole.” You replied, sitting up.

“[y/n], this was your first hunt and before we set off you didn’t even know that the Supernatural was a thing. Also, you didn’t even believe in it until she threw a cabinet into your stomach.” Dean said.

“Yeah” Sam agreed. “You didn’t even believe in it after you jumped off a bridge to get away from the haunted car.”

“Well, I do now and it’s fucking weird.” You laughed. “You know when you were convincing Sam to come on the trip, Dean?” He nodded. “Well, I don’t know if you guys were even listening to me but I said ‘you do realise ghosts, ghouls and things that go bump in the night aren’t real’... and well, I take that back.”

“Well at least you know we aren’t crazy now.” Sam smiled, turning back to face the front.

“No, I still think you’re crazy… but at least now I know you’re not totally insane.” You grinned as you watched them laugh in response.

“How long till we’re back, Dean?” You asked.

“Couple hours.” He said, watching you yawn in the rear view mirror. “You can go to sleep you know.”

“I know, I just won’t see you guys again for a long time so I wanna make the most of it.”

“That’s cute.” Dean laughed.

“I know.” You replied, grinning.

“But, [y/n], you should sleep.” He replied.

“Ok.” You yawned as you laid down in the back of the Impala and shut your eyes.

Just like the start of the journey, you felt the heavy material of Dean’s jacket being laid over you and you smiled.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly. “Not just for the jacket. For everything. You too, Sam.” And with that you fell asleep. It wasn’t the greatest sleep you had ever had… but it was sleep nonetheless.

~~~

“[y/n], we’re back.” Sam’s words lifted you from your sleep. You hadn’t really had a dream and were surprised that Constance hadn’t appeared before you had gone to sleep, but maybe that was because you were so incredibly tired.

You rubbed your eyes and shrugged off Dean’s jacket as you sat up in the back of the Impala.

“Well, I guess this is it.” You spoke, smiling sadly.

You looked at both of them before getting out of the Impala and walking around to the driver’s side. To your surprise, they did too and you three were now in a huddle by the Impala door.

“I’m gonna miss you guys… even if you did make me jump off a bridge.” You grinned.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Sam smiled, pulling you into a hug.

He was good at hugs you thought to yourself as he released you from his grasp. You were then about to move over to Dean so you could hug him too but his voice stopped you.

“I’ll walk you.”

“That’s cute.” You smirked.

“I know.” He replied, before he began the walk.

“See ya, Sam.” You spoke, before following Dean over to your door, which you both stopped in front of.

“Thanks for walking me. I don’t know how I would’ve made it on my own.” You joked.

“No problem.” He grinned back. “Just a heads up, [y/n], if you tell anyone about what you did this weekend, they won’t believe you. In any way.”

“I know.” You nodded.

He awkwardly shoved his hands into his pockets before his cocky grin appeared on his face. “Bye sweetheart, I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” You smiled, before pulling him into a hug that seemed to last a while.

You didn’t mind, to be honest, you wanted it to be a long hug. You really would miss him and Sam. It would be strange to be back alone in your house after spending your weekend with them. It felt like more than a weekend though, it was like they had never left when you had met them at the age of sixteen.

“You know I never thought I’d see you guys again.” You said, as you pulled away.

“I’m glad you did.” He grinned. “Goodbye, [y/n].”

“Bye.” You smiled, as you watched him walk back towards the Impala, not looking behind him.

“Dean!” You shouted, watching him turn around in confusion. “I told you I would steal this t-shirt!”

You laughed, before turning around and unlocking the door to your apartment complex. You didn’t wait for his reaction, more for the fear he would demand the t-shirt back.

You began walking up the steps to find your apartment, and you could hear the regular shouts coming from the apartments opposite your own.

“I’d rather take on Constance then listen to them arguing again.” You muttered to yourself as you opened the door and slammed it shut.

You could still hear them arguing as you took your jacket off and hung it up on the back of the door, before you locked the door back up again. Sighing, you stripped down before putting on your pyjamas, which just happened to be a tshirt and your underwear before climbing into bed and leaving your other clothes, along with Dean’s t-shirt, in a pile on the floor.

You pulled the covers up under your chin before closing your eyes. You really hated being alone now, and all you wanted was to wake up and be in some crappy hotel with Sam and Dean. But that wasn’t going to happen again.

One more sigh later, you began to fully concentrate on falling asleep but the image of the ‘Woman in White’ appeared in your mind and your eyes shot open immediately.

You rubbed your eyes, before you got out of bed again, your feet hitting the coldness of your apartment’s wood floor. You then walked over to your nearest cupboard and pulled open the door. You half expected to see a ghost in it but all that was there was a few clothes, a couple bags, childhood objects and a baseball bat, which you grabbed before closing the cupboard and walking back to your bed.

“Just in case.” You said, lying the bat down next to your bed as you got into the covers.

You laid down, closing your eyes and soon enough you fell asleep as the memories of the weekend flooded your mind.

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Part Five

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Notebook Journal

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Super long and rambly but pretty fluffy?

Words: 2201 Longest yet

Prompt: “I did not mean for stripping to come from this.” 

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  You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.   Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.   So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.   You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.   So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?   Well, a little at first, but not now.   When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test.    Then you realized.   You have a crush on your best friend.   Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.   You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.     “How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”   She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”   You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”   She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”   You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”   Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.   “Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.   You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”   He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”   “What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.   Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.   “I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”   You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.   That thought just makes your stomach burn.   School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-   “Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.   You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”   “You’re hiding something.”   “What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.   “You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”   You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.   “Peter, okay? He happened.”   Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”   You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”   Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.   “Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”   You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.   Or take a shower.   Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.   You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?     You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.   “Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.   He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”   You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”   He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”   You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.   “Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”   He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.” You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”   He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.   “I need you to take your suit off.”   “T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.   Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”   He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.   You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.   He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”   You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.   Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.   “Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.   “Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”   You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.   He’s reading your notebook.   “What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.   “I, uh…oops?”   You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”   “Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”   You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”   “How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you. You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”   He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.   “Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“   He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”   You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”   He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.   You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”   He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”   A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“   You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.   “In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.   “Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.

  “…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”

[how-are-the-theodosias-blog]

constellations pt 2

series master post

summary: last day before break!!

tw: none (let me know if you need anything tagged)

is it on AO3? sure is

Alexander groaned at the sound of his alarm bright and early at 5:30 AM. Alexander reached over and fumbled with his phone till it was quiet in the room again. 

Alexander sighed as he ran he laid putting his hands above his head, his hands resting on the pillowcase. Alexander sighed as he stared at the ceiling. Alexander turned his head to look out the window immediately wincing at the brightness of the light. “Alex alex,” John said bolting upright, “are—are you okay?” Alexander sat upright then slowly embracing his boyfriend. “Hey hey hey its okay,” Alexander said holding his boyfriend in the hug. Alexander smiled to himself knowing how protective John was of him. Alexander then took to rubbing small circles into John’s back. Alexander continued to hug John until pulled away slowly. He then sat with his head cocked slightly to the side his eyes squinting, with a sleepy smile plastered on his face. Alexander smiled back at him. Alexander then adjusted how he was sitting so he was now sitting criss-cross like a child would in grade school. John then looked down at Alexander’s hand before touching it gently. Alexander nodded, as he did so John gently picked up his hand. John gently moved Alexander’s hand so it was resting on his thigh. John then lifted it softly and squeezed it a little before resting his own hand on Alexander’s thigh. John then began to trace lazy circles on the back of his boyfriends hand. Alexander looked up to watch John. He admired John in the soft morning light. The sunlight danced across his freckles with the utmost beauty. Alexander took his free hand and gently tucked a stray hair behind John’s ear. John then looked up and shot Alexander another sleepy smile. “Hey,” Alexander said in a soft whisper. “Lex hey,” John said his tiredness lacing his voice. “Hey why don’t you go back to sleep, you don't gotta be up for another almost hour,” Alexander said with a smile. “But I woke up because I heard you sound not so good. Like when you wince in pain it scares me I just love you and I don't want you to hurt,” John rambled. “Hey I’m okay,” Alexander said reassuringly, “the sun was just bright, hurt my eyes.” “Your eyes? Alex are your eyes okay?” John asked sounding genuinely concerned. Alexander laughed a little at John asking if his eyes are okay, “yes love my eyes are fine.” “Good. Your eyes are just really pretty I don't want them to be hurt,” John said now slouching. “You wanna’ lay back down?” Alexander asked. John nodded slowly letting go of Alexander’s hand. Alexander then moved to the edge of the bed. John then slowly laid backdown. Alexander then turned to pull the blanket over John. John smiled as he did so mumbling affectionate gestures. Alexander then sat back upright and ran his hand through his hair gently. “Alex no,” John said sounding hurt. “What John?” Alexander asked quietly. “Come back to sleep,” John said whispering. “I gotta get ready for class love,” Alexander whispered back. “No,” John said holding out the ‘o’ sounding child like. “Hey love its okay,” Alexander said softly, “we will see each other at lunch.” “You promise?” John said softly. “Yes love,” Alexander replied. “Goodnight Lex,” John said before yawning. Alexander smiled at the use of his nickname, “I’ll see you soon love.” John nodded before rolling onto his stomach drifting off into sleep. Alexander slowly moved his feet so his toes brushed the ground. He sighed to himself hating being up this early. He leaned over to grab his phone. He then tip toed over the squeaky floorboards, over to the dresser to grab his glasses. After that he made his way to the door and opened it and closed it gently as he left. He then made his way over to his own room. After he opened the door to his own personal room he stood completely still leaning against the door, taking a minute to wake up. “Damn,” Alexander muttered to himself really feeling how late he was up last night. Alexander took this time to look out the window and just watch. His window was northern facing giving him a more rural view compared to John’s southern facing window that you could see the city from. On his windowsill he had a few framed pictures. Of the pictures most of them were dates him and John went on and pictures of his friends. On the wall directly behind the window he had his closet and a desk lining the wall, with his door being in the corner on the left hand side. On the wall to the left of the window wall he had a floor to celling bookcase. His roommates call it the “fire hazard”. Alexander is completely aware of how hazardous it is but he kept it anyway. On the wall to the right of the window wall is Alexander’s bed with his dresser at the foot of his bed. On the back of his door he has a bisexual pride flag hanging. His walls are an off white color with a blue bed sheet and duvet set. After finally feeling more awake Alexander went to the dresser and pulled out a random pair of jeans. He quickly changed into them before laughing at the fact he was wearing John’s shorts. He then took off his t-shirt and threw it on his bed. He walked over to the closet and swiped a black t-shirt off a hanger. He slipped it on struggling to get it over this glasses then smoothed it out. After he finished getting ready he slipped out of his room and into the tiny living room like area. He grabbed his backpack off the couch and slung over his left shoulder then over his right. He then went into the kitchen and started making coffee. The unwritten rule is the first one up has to make a pot of coffee for everyone. Alexander pulled out his phone and leaned against the edge of the counter. He opened twitter and mindlessly scrolled threw his feed. “Hey,” someone said softly. Alexander looked up, adjusting his glasses as needed. He smiled at Hercules and waved a little. “Hey man,” Alexander replies. “What class do you got this early?” Hercules asked. “Journalism,” Alexander says yawning, “you?” “Retail advertising,” Herc replies. “Man we don't have any assignments and shit till after break,” Alexander says opening the cabinet to grabbing two mugs, “so it’s kinda just a study hall but I do need the quiet.” “Fair enough,” Herc says grabbing the second mug from Alexander. Alexander picked up the coffee pot and slowly poured some into each of their mugs, “two more days.” Alexander said referring to the fact that they only had two days left till spring break. “Thank God,” Herc said laughing a little. Alexander checked the time on his phone and then stood up and shrugged, “gotta go man.” “Good luck,” Herc said wrapping his hands around the blue mug. “You too,” Alexander said walking out the front door. –— Alexander looked up from his notebook realizing everyone else in class has already packed up or is packing bags. Alexander then followed suit. Just as he finished packing his bag kids were leaving class. He sighed to himself and slung his bag over his left shoulder then his right. He exhaled dramatically as he left class. He then smiled huge as John was leaning against the wall right outside the class. “Hey what are you doin’ here?” Alexander asked taking John’s hand. “Well my professor canceled class because he’s leavin’ for break early,” John said as they started to walk hand in hand. “Lucky,” Alexander said. “Yep well I'm done with class till after break,” John said laughing a little. “I got one more class after this today but nothin’ Friday,” Alexander said. “Hey we can all pack tomorrow, as a group,” John said smiling. “That’s gay,” Alexander said playfully. “Im excited to be honest,” John said referring to the road trip the four of them are going to take. “Yea its so nice of Angelica to invite us,” Alexander said. “Are we gonna leave late Friday night or early Saturday morning?” Alexander asked again. “Friday night?” John said unsure. “Yea that would work actually, considering the both of us don't have any class we could sleep during the day and drive at night.” Alexander said confirming the plan. “It should take about a day and a half,” John said. “Yea you and I could switch off during the night and if worst comes to worse we could crash at one of those shitty motels,” Alexander said laughing. “Very true, go ghost hunting while were at it,” John said sounding semi-serious. “Hell yea,” Alexander agrees. “Where do you wanna eat?” John asked, “I said i’d help you with your bio stuff.” “Uh student union?” Alexander suggests. “Sure,” John agrees. The two from then on walk hand in hand in a comfortable silence. John shivered after the two left the building Alexander had class in. It was mid spring but New York weather could be so unpredictable he was far under dressed. “You cold?” Alex asked. “Yep,” John said laughing. Alex quick did a one over of John. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black on red flannel. “No jacket?” Alexander asks sarcastically. “Very funny nerd,” John teases. “Lets hurry then,” Alexander says smirking. “Alexander Hamilton I swear if you start running,” John says. Just as John finishes talking Alexander takes off. John sighs knowing he won’t ever catch Alexander, but runs after him anyway. After apologizing to everyone John bumped into while running he slowed to a walk after seeing Alexander leaning against a tree outside the student union. “What the fuck man,” John said breathing heavily. “It felt right,” Alexander said also breathing heavily. “Fair enough,” John said shrugging, “you’re such a dork.” “What can I say,” Alexander said holding out his hand for John. John took is hand and they then walked into the student union. They walked into building it being crowded because it being lunch time. They then made their way to the line to get food. “What steaming shit are they serving today?” John asked joking. “No idea,” Alexander said through laughing. John turned his head watching as a few kids walked by. “Well it looks like pizza and something I cant guess,” John said. “Are you gonna’ take the risk?” Alexander asked. “Are you?” John shot back playfully. “Hell no,” Alexander said with a smile. Alexander and John stood in line and waited in a comfortable silence for their pizza. Alexander then went to the check out line while John went to go get something to drink. “Hey you want somethin’ to drink?”John asked. “It’s too expensive,” Alexander replied shrugging. John just nodded knowing better than to try to pass it off, then waited in line next to Alexander. After the two paid they went and sat at one of the only empty tables. “Okay so what exactly about bio do you need help with?” John asked. “All of it to be honest,” Alexander replied getting his text book out of his backpack. “Okay well what is giving you the most shit,” John said taking a bite of his pizza. “Well uh,” Alexander paused thinking. “You wanna know what I'm best at?” John asked smirking. “Dear god,” Alexander said sarcastically. “Anatomy,” John paused, “of Alexander Hamilton.” “We are in public,” Alexander said laughing. “I don’t know what you expected I make this joke every time,” John says smiling. “Oh yes I am aware,” Alexander replies, “but the whole concept of the Lytic and Lysogenic cycle.” “Awh shit man good stuff,” John says. Alexander listened contently as John was explaining the two, but at the same time admiring how beautiful John is. How is tanned skin complimented his freckles, and just how curly his hair is. “Alright so thats that,” John concluded with. “That was hot,” Alexander blurted out. “Alex what the fuck,” John said laughing. “It was,” Alexander said laughing, “but thanks.” “It’s truly not problem,” John replied. Alexander clicked on his phone to check the time. “I gotta go I got class,” Alexander said taking his book off the table and slipping it into his dark green canvas back pack. John laughed at him a little for having class and earned an eye roll from Alexander. Alexander pulled his backpack onto his lap untangling the black straps. John smiled at the two pins on Alexander’s backpack. One of them being a bi pride pin and the other a pin of a turtle John drew. “Hey you still have that?” John asked laughing. “Oh this?” Alexander asks pointing to the turtle pin. John nodded. “Yep,” Alexander said laughing. “Well I gotta go love,” Alexander said again. “Well good luck at whatever smart people class you got,” John teased. “Smart people class?” Alexander questioned standing up causing John to do the same. “Yep,” John shot back, following Alexander out. “See you later love,” Alexander said to John who was leaning against the building. “What time will you be back?” John asked smirking. “Hm why?” Alexander teased. “Because if it will be dark Ill come and walk you back, buddy system,” John said sounding serious. “Well its two now but it’s a lecture so it’ll take like two hours and it'll take me like about 15 minutes to walk there and then about 20 home considering it'll be crowded in the building because it has dorms on the top level,” Alexander pauses, “so like 4:45? 5:15 at the latest.” “Does it still get dark early now a days?” John asked. “Nah, I should be fine,” Alexander said, “If it is dark before I leave ill call you I promise.” “Okay lex,” John says smiling, “have fun.” “Will do,” Alexander says. Alexander then heads in the direction of his class and once he gets some distance away form John he stops and turns. He sees John looking at him and he waves to him, then continues his walk to class.

[visceralcalum]

Pilot - Part 2

Word Count: 3272

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: language, death, shit supernatural does,

A/N: Part 2 to the Pilot. Final part. If you have any comments or anything feel free to comment or leave them in my asks. Part 1: click here . Ask me if you want to be tagged in the next chapters. 

Dean and Liz walked back to the top of the bridge, seeing the tall boy waiting for them. Sam aged, he looked more mature than two years ago. He actually got taller, and he apparently didn’t went to get a haircut either. The moment Sam recognized her underneath all the mud and dirt, he ran up to her. “Liz? Ohmygod, is that really you?”. Liz nodded. “Small fucking world, ain’t it.” Dean said, still looking at her, not taking his eyes off her for a second. Afraid she might disappear again. Liz walked over to him and gave him a tight hug, not caring that he’d get dirty too. “Oh, you two smell like a toilet. What are you doing here?” He asked her. “Uh- I’m hunting a spirit. What are you guys doing here? I thought you went to college!” Liz asked Sam. “Look, we’ll tell everything, but right now I really want a shower. Can we tell you everything when we’re at a motel?” Dean suggested and she nodded. “Fine. My car is parked at the end of the bridge. I’ll drive behind you guys.” She said and the boys both nodded. Dean threw the VersaBank MasterCard on the handwritten guest ledger at the motel. The entire car ride was silent, with Liz siting all alone in her car, trying to process the fact that he was back. They both were back. Liz was mostly perplexed. Sam swore he was done hunting, for good, and suddenly he was back hunting with Dean? And what was wrong with John? She got pulled back from her thoughts when she heard Dean talk. “One room, please, three beds” 

Dean was still filthy, and Sam and Liz stood right behind him. The clerk picked up the card. “We only have rooms with one kingsize bed, or two beds.” He said. Dean shrugged. “Two is fine.”. Liz frowned her eyebrow. No way she was sharing a bed with either of them, she’ll sleep on the couch, or in her car. It wouldn’t be the first time. The clerk started noting their name. “You guys having a reunion or something?” he asked. Sam took a step forward. “What do you mean?” Liz grabbed her dufflebag from the ground again. “I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month!” Sam, Dean and Liz all glanced at each other, then took the keys to their room and took off to find John’s room. Once Liz found it, she and Dean stood as lookouts while Sam picked the lock. Both of them were completely oblivious to the fact that Sam had already entered the room, until he grabbed them both by the shoulders and pulled them inside before slamming the door shut.   Liz looked around—every surface had papers pinned to it. Maps, newspapers, pictures and noted. There was books scattered everywhere and assorted junk on the floor and bed, along with cats-eye shells and a salt circle. Dean picked up the burger on the nightstand and sniffed it, and looked like he was about to puke. “I don’t think he’s been here for a couple days at least.” Dean stated. Sam nodded. “Cats-eye shells, salt circle. He was worried.”

“Guys, if you can tell me everything what you know now, I can at least try to be helpful.” Liz said. She had no clue what was going on and it was annoying her. Sam nodded and started to tell her everything. How John wasn’t back yet, the strange phone call and how Dean asked him to help. “So – you got a girlfriend?” Liz asked Sam. Dean rolled her eyes. “That whole story, and that’s what you’re asking?” Sam smiled. “Glad you’re back.” Liz smiled back at him.

“Sorry to break your little reunion, but check this out.” Dean said. “What have you got here?” Sam asked, both walking over to Dean. “Centennial Highway victims.” Sam nodded. Liz looked through the photos, they all looked like white males. “I don’t get it. I mean, different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There’s always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?” A light turned on suddenly and Liz glanced at Sam. “What do you got Sam?”

“Dad figured it out.” Sam told her, not turning from the article he was reading. Dean came over to Liz and Sam now, interested in what he had to say.  “What do you mean?” Dean asked. “He found the same article we did guys, Constance Welch, She’s a woman in white.” Sam explained. “Well, there is the connection.” Liz smirked. Cheating husbands and boyfriends. “Ok so if we’re dealing with a Woman in White, John would have taken care of it and burned the bones right?” She questioned Sam.  “Maybe she has another weakness, Liz.” Sam told her.

“Well, dad would have wanted to make sure. He’d dig her up and burn the bones.” Dean responded. “Does it say where she’s buried?” she asked Sam. “No but if I were dad I’d go talk to the husband if he’s still alive.” Sam replied. “Ok, see if you can find an address and we’ll go get cleaned up. Uh- Liz, you can go first.” Dean offered.  “Yeah…thanks Dean.” She replied as she gathered her things and went to the bathroom of their room next door. Before she turned on the shower she could hear Sam and Dean having a conversation with each other through the paper-thin walls. “Hey Dean, what I said earlier about mom and dad, I’m sorry.”

 “No chick flick moments.” she heard Dean say in reply and Liz smiled a little. “All right, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

She shook her head and then ran to the shower to finally clean all the disgusting mud from her. She couldn’t believe she was back with these two idiots.

“It’s fine Dean. I’ll just sleep on the couch.” She said, not bothered at all. The couch actually looked comfy. “I’m not going to watch you sleep on an old couch when you can have the bed. I’ll sleep in the car.” Dean said. Liz groaned, and Sam just shook his head. “You can share a bed with me, Liz, I don’t mind.” Sam offered. Liz shrugged. “Fine. Thanks, Sammy.” She said before crawling in the bed. Dean rolled his eyes at Sam, who just shrugged his shoulders back at him. Whatever, Dean thought.

 Liz woke up from Dean closing the door with a bang. She lifted her head up. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up. I’ll just go.” She heard Dean rambling an apology. “No, Dean, it’s fine.” She mumbled, still half asleep. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to get breakfast, but I’ll just go bring some back. You probably don’t sleep much, just go back to sleep.” She looked at the alarm next to her. 7 AM. “Nah, I’ll come with.” She said and sat up. Sam was busy with his phone. Probably calling that girlfriend of his. Liz got dressed quickly and they both walked through the parking lot. For a moment, Liz hoped they could finally talk about stuff, but that changed when she saw cops with the motel clerk, pointing directly at her and Dean. “Crap.” She muttered. Dean grabbed his phone and warned Sam, while Liz tried to distract the cop. She coughed. “Good morning. Problem officers?” She asked, smiling at them. “Where’s your partner?” one of the cops demanded. “What partner?” Dean questioned with an innocent face. The officer, obviously annoyed, pointed toward the room Sam was in, and his partner went to investigate the room. Liz prayed that Sam got out in time. “So, fake US Marshal, fake credit cards, you got anything that’s real?” the cop asked Dean. “My boobs.” Dean replied, as seriously as he could with a slight smirk on his face. Liz tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it. With that, they were both slammed face first onto the hood of the cop car, cuffed.

The sheriff walked into the room where she were cuffed to a table, holding a leather journal. She knew that journal, She hadn’t seen it in over two years, but she was sure it was John’s, and he never went anywhere without it. “You gonna give me your name, Your real name?” the sheriff asked.

“I did. It’s Charlie. Charlie Montgomery.” Liz said.  “Ok, you were with a man who’s our prime suspect in the disappearances of these men. That makes you a suspect too. I’m not sure you realize the amount of trouble you could be in here.”

“Yeah that is so logical, man. I wasn’t even born when this thing started.” She retorted.

“The older man started it all, perhaps you’re just a good little follower. Or perhaps you’re being forced by your handsome boyfriend next door. You can tell me anything Elizabeth. That is your name right? Just tell me what’s going on, you won’t be in any trouble, I promise. You can walk out of here in a few hours.” The sheriff told her. How did he know her name? Did Dean say anything? She rolled your eyes and stared at him as he opened John’s journal and shoved it in front of her. “These numbers mean anything to you? I’m guessing Dean is your little boyfriend’s name.”

“Well, first of all, Dean isn’t my boyfriend. Second, no.” She said and shrugged. “Was that everything?” she asked the sheriff, who was visibly angry. He turned around and slammed the door behind her, leaving her alone again. She rolled her eyes. This was gonna be a long, long night. It wasn’t long before the door opened again, and she expected to see the sheriff walking in again, but it wasn’t him. It was Dean. “There you are. We gotta hurry.” He said, showing her the paperclip in his hands and shoving it in the locks of her cuffs. Roughly ten seconds later, she was free. “What now?” she asked, looking at Dean who grabbed the journal of the table. “Now we run.”  Somehow they managed to escape without getting caught, and went to the nearest phone booth, calling Sam. Liz was looking through John’s journal and Dean tapped on the page with the numbers. “Coordinates.” He said. Liz frowned. “Wait, does that mean-“ she started and Dean nodded.

“Dad isn’t here anymore.” 

“It’s not like him to leave a hunt unfinished.” Liz said, thinking out loud now.

“Yeah…” he was cut off by Sam answering the phone. “Fake 911 call, Sammy? That’s pretty illegal” he chuckled. “Listen we gotta talk. Sammy shut up for a second!” Liz couldn’t resist a smile. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Dad’s gone. He left Jericho. I’ve got his journal…Yeah. Well he did this time…same ex-marine crap when he wants to let us know where he’s going…I don’t know yet. Sam? SAM?!” Dean yelled.

Liz closed the journal and looked at him with a confused face. “What happened?”

“We have to get to Sam. Now. Welch house.” He replied and they both took off running as fast as she could.

Dean and Liz arrived at the Welch house and saw the Impala in the driveway, Sam and Constance were still inside. It looked like she was trying to rip his heart out of his chest, it looked fucking gross. Dean both ran up to the window as she yelled “Sam, Stay down!”

Dean fired shots through the window, directly at Constance’s spirit. They didn’t seem to have much of an effect, other than a distraction. “I’m taking you home.” Sam told her. Both Dean and Liz were shocked when Sam started the Impala and drove it straight through the house into the old living room. Running through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car, Dean started shouting Sam’s name. Liz quickly followed Dean and helped Sam get out of the car, grabbing her gun from the backseat. “Guys, look.” Constance picked up a large framed photograph, but the moment the woman saw them, she threw the picture down, throwing a bureau towards them, pining the three of them against the car. “Fuck.” Liz muttered.

The lights started to flicker, and for a moment Liz thought Constance was doing it, but when she looked over to the spirit, she saw that even Constance was scared. Water started to pour down the staircase. A boy and girl were standing on the staircase. “You’ve come home to us, Mommy.” They said in chorus. “That’s messed up.” She whispered in Dean’s ear. Suddenly, the two kids are behind Constance, hugging her. She started to scream and in a surge of energy, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle of the floor.

The boys shoved the bureau over and they went to look at the spot the spirits vanished. “So, this is where she drowned her kids.” Dean said, and Sam nodded.  “That’s why she could never go home, she was too scared to face them.” “You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sam!” Liz said, giving the tall man a bright smile. “Wish I could say the same for you. Dean, what were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?” “Hey, saved your ass, and I’ll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car? I’ll kill you.” This just caused Liz to laugh harder and Sam joined in with her, as they all piled back into the car and took off back to the highway. Liz was checking her phone, trying to find out where John went. “The coordinates say he went to Blackwater Ridge, Colorado. Sounds charming, doesn’t it?” she says to the boys. Liz was sprawled across the backseat, using her coat as a blanket. Dean chuckled. “So, how far?” Liz checked again. “I’d say about 600 miles.” “Hey, if we shag ass we can make it by the morning.” Dean said. Liz turned on her side and saw Dean looking at Sam with hope in his eyes. “Dean, I…” In that moment, Liz swore she saw his hope fade again. “You’re not going.” Dean said. Liz bit her lip. “The interview is in like ten hours, I gotta be there.” Sam said quietly. She understood. And honestly, she had to go back too. She was on a six week break and then she had to be back at college. She also promised her grandma she’d be back. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll take you home.” Dean sighed, and looked in the rearview mirror. “I know that face. No worries, I’ll take you home too.” He said before turned back to the road. Liz remained silent. She wanted to come with him, she didn’t realize how much she missed the boys till now. But was it worth it? Going back to the sleeping on the backseat of the Impala and eating junk food for the rest of her life? Same for Sam, she wanted him to be happy. And if Stanford and his girlfriend made him happy, she wasn’t going to take it from him. Apparently she fell asleep, because when she woke up, it was to Dean lightly shaking her shoulder. “Hey Liz, Sam’s leaving. I know you’d kill me if you didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.” Liz rubbed her eyes and got out of the car. She immediately pulled Sam in a tight hug. “Take care of yourself, Sam. I love you. Don’t be a stranger, you know where to find me.” She told him, and let go of him. “I’ll call you. I promise.” He reassured her. She smiled one more time before climbing back in the car, letting the brothers have a moment to say goodbye to each other, before Dean got back in and drove off. “You okay?” She asked him and he nodded. “Fine. Are you?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road. “I think so.” She said. Liz looked over at Dean. Being alone with him, in the impala. It reminded her of old times.

She met him when he was no older than fourteen. He used to look as if he was in constant pain, as if he couldn’t stand the mess his life was, not a second longer. Elizabeth and Dean would constantly talk to each other and she would feel as though he knew her better than she knew herself.  Dean was a few years older, remarkably mature for his age, and would slowly grow fond of her. They were too young, though. He didn’t not know what he was looking for; both didn’t believe people like them could live a happily ever after. Most hunters die young.

There were times where they didn’t see each other for months, because Dean and Sam went with their dad while she stayed behind with either her grandma or Bobby. They would occasionally meet in the summer. He would invite her for a drink, she would always refuse. There was times when they met up in the field behind Bobby’s and talk for hours, and they would tell each other secrets. So, Liz told him all about the times she fell in love. She told him about the first time she tasted cotton candy and how it was both so sweet and hot on her tongue, and how that’s exactly what her first love was like. She told him about how the prospect of death can make her feel so alive, like the time she went outside on a hurricane warning. She told him about the beautiful sunset from her childhood home and how she’s never seen anything so beautiful. She told him about the ocean she once visited, and how naturel it felt to walk on sandy toes, the sea salt in the air, the flocks of birds that come swirling by the sky. She also told Dean she wanted love that felt like that. Something calm, and peaceful and something so real. She told him everything and Dean just listed for hours, slowly falling in love with her and the way she talks about life.

She was sixteen, he was eighteen. They bumped into each other at the pub closest to Bobby. He was wasted, so was she. And they eventually kissed. It wasn’t anything like she had imagined over and over in her head, not even close. It wasn’t a tender kiss, but a hasty and inopportune one. Out of the sudden, the radio started to become full of weird static sounds. Liz looked up, and saw the streetlights flicker. Dean frowned, looking at his watch and noticed it had stopped. “Something’s wrong.” Dean said as he turned the car as quickly as he could and sped back to Sam’s apartment. Both of them jumped out of the car, Liz grabbed her gun and they ran up to the apartment. Even before they were inside, they could hear Sam screaming. “Step back.” he pushed you aside and busted down the door, greeted by a raging inferno.

Running to the bedroom, the first thing they both saw was a girl on the ceiling, burning. “Ohmygod.” Liz whispered. Coming into action, she helped Dean grab Sam and pull him from the apartment, just in time. 

The entire building went down in flames, and the three of them stood at the back of the impala. Liz felt so bad for Sam, and had no idea how to help him, neither did Dean. “We got work to do.” Sam said, as he slammed the trunk shut. Liz and the boys got back into the car and they took off into the night.

[justsomeshitoffsomepaper]

3/3/2018

(not a poem. more of a journal entry)   

There is something to all of this. Whether or not anything happens for any reason isn’t for us to say, it’s pure speculation, but, it is up to us to do whatever we can to make the most of what happens to us that’s outside our control.    This is not profound. This is a meek reiteration of a sentiment expressed for ages. But it is a key reminder. Take the good with the bad, blend happy with sad, chew your disappointments until they’re ground up enough to swallow, & revel in when things go right.    Everyone gets dealt a hand. Some good, some bad, but ultimately, it’s the decisions that win the table. Life is a gamble. Risks are necessary. Recognize a good hand, recognize when to fold. Don’t be scared to check-up. Sometimes, ya gotta go all in.    Cheap & cheesy metaphors, but the idea stands. I’m just rambling, I suppose, but it helps. It’s been pretty much exactly a month since I got put on evening shift; since my life turned upside down. Everything’s different now, and I don’t appreciate it. I just now saw a tumblr post I reblogged a few months back about how everything would be different in a year. One of my tags was: “Or will it? :/” Didn’t even take that long. Can’t box, can’t dance, I sleep in too late to do anything in the morning....    I’m not adjusting well to this schedule change. And for all my optimism, I’m having a hard time seeing the bright side...