#it never stops hurting for dakota

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DAKOTA COLE!!

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SCARS THAT DON'T HEAL

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Just Another Statistic

(Happens probably distant future kind of thing— Drabble of sorts hehe)

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Stuck

Billy has been Captain Marvel since the middle of April. It’s the beginning of July. And that’s not how long Billy’s been Marvel as a whole, no, he’s been a hero for nearly two years. That’s currently how long Billy’s been in his Marvel form.

This all happened because of a, quite frankly stupid mistake. It wasn’t even a magical mistake, just an ignorant and naive one.

Billy: *walking past an alley and hears the sound of someone hurt*

His first mistake was even stopping because of that voice.

Billy: *hesitantly walks into the alley* “Hello? Is someone hurt-”

Thief: *stabs him and pushes him over before realizing he just stabbed a little kid* “Holy shit! A kid!?” *sounds horrified*

The thief then fled the scene, not even bothering to try and actually steal when he realized what he had just done. When Billy finally broke away from the fuzziness of his mind and came to it, he was laying face up on the ground and feeling a sharp pain blossom from his side. His hand moved and he could feel some blood seep past his fingers. Uh oh.

So, on the verge of death and partially delirious from the worsening blood loss, he said his magic word and was lightninged into Captain Marvel. Even as the Captain, he continued laying on the ground. The reason being that he was replaying what happened in his mind and trying to ignore the leftover blood that had been left on the alley floor. It was definitely seeping into his cape, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to get up. Why he was too busy thinking about how absolutely fucked he was over the all the concerned yelling from the DTC.

Marvel: ‘Oh my Gods. I’m going die.’

Mercury: “BILLY, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU EVER GO IN A CREEPY ALLEY???”

Solomon: “He thought someone was in trouble, Mercury. Calm down.” *actually sounds the slightest bit panicked*

Zeus: “Calm down?! Solomon, the boy got STABBED!”

Hercules: “Solomon, what do we do? Is the Batson boy going to die?”

Solomon: “No. Not if he stays in his godly form at least.”

Achilles: “You hear that, Batson? Don’t you dare utter that word until we find a way to fix this!” *if Billy could see him, he would be wagging his finger*

So yeah. Thats why he’s been Marvel for a little over month and a half. See, it turns out that he can’t really do anything. His body was in stasis, completely frozen in time. That meant the wound wouldn’t heal or disappear like he prayed it would. No, it would just be there until he maybe switches back and dies from blood loss, which is something he’d rather not do. You can see his dilemma.

So what did he do to combat the impending feeling of dread that he’ll never get to be Billy again? He threw himself into hero work because to be quite frank, he needed a distraction. And that’s how you could see Captain Marvel in fucking Oregon, then South Dakota, and then Alabama helping whoever. He literally expanded his patrol to cover the entire country aside from cities that were already protected by heroes. After about two of doing this, of course, this caught the attention of others, but the last person he expected was Amanda Waller. She came to him alone after he stopped a car crash in Washington.

Amanda: “Captain Marvel.”

Marvel: *looks over* “Aren’t you Ms. Waller? Is there a problem, ma’am?”

Amanda: “Yes. You’ve been seen going around the entire country. I thought you supers only stuck to your cities.”

Marvel: “I… Well, most of us do. I just have a lot of free time on my hands lately. Do you need me to back off?” *really doesn’t want her to want him to back off because running around the country has actually been a really good distraction*

Amanda: “No. Not for now. Tell me, what do you mean by free time?”

Marvel: “Uh…” *confused as to why she cares* “I guess you could say I switched to heroing full time.”

Amanda: “Interesting.” *stares at him intensely*

Marvel: *starts to get nervous cause her stare reminds him of Batman a little* “Y’know, Miss Waller, Supes tells me your bad news all the time. Something about you hating us?”

Amanda: “He’s right. I don’t respect your kind and the slightest.”

Marvel: “My kind?”

Amanda: “Superheroes. You’re a threat to national security but you can also be useful if you’re on the government’s side.”

Marvel: Is this you proposing that I join up with you guys again?

Amanda: “Unfortunately, yes. Before the 60s, superheroes used to practically work for the government. So, I have a proposal for you.”

She wanted him to do some contractual jobs for the government. Which was no biggie. He remembers doing a few with the other Fawcett heroes and even some with the JSA.

Marvel: ‘Do you think we can trust her, Solomon?’

Solomon: “Just barely. I don’t believe she’ll stab you in the back, not yet anyways. I assume you’ll be working with that so called ‘Suicide Squad’ so she’ll likely want someone to keep them in line. That and aside from the shark man, they probably want another heavy hitter.”

And with that, Marvel shrugged and said “sure, why not?” It was more work for him to busy himself with anyways. Now, he won’t admit it to any of coworkers, but those Suicide Squad guys are actually pretty fun if you ignore that half of them are psychopaths and murderers. Captain Boomerang especially. The man was really funny when he cursed out people. There was also Harley Quinn, or Harley as she asked him to call her, who was also pretty funny too. Also, there was a lot of killing that occurred on these missions. Like, a lot.

Harley: “Geez, Cheese! I didn’t think I’d ever see a super so blood lusted before!”

Marvel: “Ah… my bad. It’s been a long while since I’ve been allowed to do something like this without having to worry about Mr. Batman Sir kicking me out the league for it.”

Captain Boomerang: “Huh…? Mate, are you saying you’ve killed people before?”

Marvel: “Yes?” *honestly surprised they didn’t know* “Back in the olden days when your parents were maybe kids, heroes were allowed to kill. That included me. Though I only stuck to murderers and rapists and all the junk. *wipes a bloody hand on Deadshot’s back*

Deadshot: “Wha- don’t wipe your fucking hand on me!”

Marvel: *stares for like three seconds before wiping his hand on him again*

Deadshot: *takes out his gun as if that’ll do anything* “I just said stop that.”

Though, his contracts for the missions ended after about a month and he said bye to them about a month later.

After his relatively short time with them, he went back to basically patrolling the country again. Which, although it wasn’t mentioned before, made his popularity as a sensational hero increase because this man wasn’t just protecting his city, he was protecting his country.

Now, left to his own devices once again, Billy let his mind wander as he was rescuing people from a burning building in California.

He thought about Fawcett. About his job at Whiz. Gosh, he was probably- no, definitely fired due to the month and a half of absence. (He wasn’t. Mr. Morris and the staff were all worried sick about what happened to him.) There was also Freddy. He’d only see the boy every now and then when he looked down to the crowds in the city. He wondered if he was upset. He’d hoped not. At this moment, Billy really really wished he had told Freddy about him being Captain Marvel. That way he wouldn’t feel so alone.

Oh, but you can’t forget the Justice League. Don’t think any of this behavior has gone unnoticed. They have been thinking about ways to bring this up to Marvel for a while. The team finally hit its breaking point when Batman shared that Marvel had been seen talking with Amanda Waller, and working with the Suicide Squad. How they found out? On one of the missions, the Squad had gotten caught and taken into a secret organization’s base. (They weren’t actually. They were mostly pretending so they could just get inside.) This was an organization Batman had been monitoring for a while. As a result, the man had obviously hacked the system and made sure to get updates on anything new. Imagine his surprise when he sees the pictures of each Squad member, including Marvel, all rocking the organization’s prison uniforms. So yeah, not Billy’s best moment for Bruce to catch him in.

Supes: “I just don’t understand! Why would you work with them?! They’re villains!”

Marvel: “I’m sorry! I just needed something to do. They’re really not that bad once you get to know them.”

Supes: “Not that- NOT THAT BAD?!”

Marvel got yelled at for like 20 minutes and only after making numerous promises about, never working with them again, did they finally let up.

Another month later, and that brings us to the present. It’s still the beginning of July. Billy didn’t know how much longer he could take this. He was growing restless because he might have to be Marvel forever. His villains were growing restless due to the fact that he kept leaving Fawcett and was barely around anymore. And unbeknownst to him, Freddy and Mr. Morris were already restless looking everywhere for him.

Thankfully, the Wizard finally came up with a solution that might actually work. It involved the Rock and a whole bunch of complicated magic. Billy wasn’t willing to explain. Anyways, the first thing Billy did when he finally was allowed to be Billy again, was go find Freddy.

Freddy: *walking down the sidewalk, keeping an ear and an eye out for any news of Billy*

Billy: *looking around for Freddy and spots him from behind* “Freddy…?”

Freddy: *pauses and whips around* “Billy!?”

Billy and Freddy: *stare at each other for a bit*

Billy didn’t even get to register what was going on before Freddy rushed over as fast as he could. The other boy dropped his crutch in favor of crumpling against his friend in a tight hug. They ended up sobbing together on a bench after that.

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AFTER MIDNIGHT

you spend the night in the house of a family you helped on the road. it's your first night together after a long time and you weren't planning on wasting it.

smut with a bit of reader and logan struggling with body image. english isn't my first language (!) gif credit to @/asgardswinter

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you slowly unbuttoned logan's shirt.

you were both standing in the middle of the room as you helped the fabric slide down his arms until it fell to the floor. you looked at him in the eyes, he was embarrassed, his cheeks were burning and he was unable to make eye contact. you held his chin between your thumb and index finger and you pressed your lips against his.

logan didn't want to stay. he only said yes to the dinner invitation because it had been days since your last proper meal and he didn't want you, charles, or laura to starve to death.

what he truly wanted was to get back in the car and drive to north dakota. but you could see on his face how tired he was, his whole body was in pain and you didn't know how to help him. so when the family you had helped on the road offered you to spend the night at their place after dinner, you immediately said yes.

they let you and logan stay in one of the guests' rooms while charles slept in the other one and Laura rested on the big couch in the living room.

logan hissed when your fingertips touched his bruised shoulders and you quickly removed your hand, terrified at the thought of having caused him more pain. you broke away from his lips. —i don't want to hurt you, lo —. you excused yourself before he could speak.

logan shook his head. his big hands carefully cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a sweet kiss. —you could never hurt me.

it had been so long since the last time you were intimate that you didn't even know where to start touching him. both of you had been very busy. there were days when you didn't even see each other because when logan came home from work you were already asleep and the only interaction you had was when you could feel his arms wrap around your body from behind and pull you closer to him.

so you taking care of old charles xavier, logan spending most of the day out working, caliban sleeping in the room next door, and now you and logan having to look after laura... you had barely had time to be alone with each other. but that night it seemed as if the stars aligned for you to end up alone in that room.

your hands landed carefully on his chest, warm skin and hard muscles under your fingertips. his body tensed, afraid that you might also feel the thick scars on him and that they disgusted you as much as they did to him. but they didn't. you felt his scarred skin under your touch and traced each of his scars with your fingers.

while he still cupped one of your cheeks, logan placed his other hand on the base of your neck. your lips moved with increasing desperation, your tongues slipped past each other's lips and you softly moaned in the middle of the kiss when logan's fingers gently closed around your throat.

your fingers worked on his belt and the zipper of his pants as logan guided you to the bed. you walked backward, your lips still attached as his hands took care of the button of your jeans.

you sat on the edge of the bed while he leaned over. he crawled on top of you until you were completely flat on your back. logan held the weight of his body using his hands resting on both sides of your head. if you knew how everything hurt him every time he moved, you would've stopped him but he didn't want that to happen.

he sacrificed all the pain in his body for the feeling of your legs squeezing both sides of his body, for your hands pushing the back of his head to deepen the kiss, for the way you parted your lips from his to gasp for air and for the way he kept kissing you even though you weren't kissing him back.

one of his hands slid down your body, his thumb caressing your sensitive nipples over the fabric of your top. you moved uncomfortably on the bed once his hand reached your stomach. logan kissed you harder to keep you from overthinking. he had never been very good with words, but his actions made up for it.

his big hand sneaked inside your underwear, your mouth opened when his fingers found your clit. using his thumb, logan rubbed circles there, just the way he remembered you liked it. his index and middle fingers teased your entrance, spreading your arousal all over it. logan slowly pushed those two fingers inside you, thick and rough, coated in your juices.

you threw your head back and a moan ripped from your throat. logan's hand holding his body over yours went to your mouth. he shushed you. your eyes were closed shut. —can't do that. i'd love to hear you but we gotta be quiet, yes?

you nodded, it was hard taking into count how sweetly his fingers stretched your pussy.

—gonna be quiet so i can fuck you with my fingers? —he asked you, his hand still covering your mouth. you nodded again. he slowly nodded too. his voice, already deep as it was, turned deeper as he murmured in your ear. —yeah? good girl. can you feel how tight you are? gotta get you nice and ready for my cock —. his fingers sank knuckles deep into your core. you closed your eyes shut again, trying your best to hold back your whines.

logan's hand covering your mouth moved to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. his two fingers inside you curled up. logan pulled them out and pushed them in again as he praised you for doing such a good job in keeping quiet.

—you okay?

you nodded to his question, teeth biting your lower lip.

—words, baby, i need to hear you say it.

—'m okay, lo, but, fuck —. you softly moaned. —i can take it, i promise i can, i need you now. —you whispered as you grabbed the back of his head and connected your lips with his. shit, and how could he let his girl beg for his cock when he wanted you as much?

while his lips devoured yours and his beard tickled your face, logan pulled down his underwear, just enough to free his cock.

he gave himself a few pumps, rubbing himself up and down, before sinking into you. he was going slow, but he didn't stop until he was all the way inside you. logan rested his forehead against yours, your mouths open, incapable of continuing kissing, a few centimeters apart as your breaths mixed.

logan placed one of his hands on your hip, holding your body to the bed and allowing him to set the pace. he kissed your top lip while you were still too lost in the feeling of being full to kiss him back. you grabbed his bicep, nails digging into his skin, leaving half-moon marks. fuck yeah, you heard him moan in a whisper.

it was so hard not to make any sound when you could feel how he was using his entire body to fuck into you, making the bed creak while dropping a bit of his weight on you and caging you on the bed. with a bit of luck, your hosts would already be fast asleep and would not hear it because he was trying his best too. every time his balls smacked against your ass, he had to hold back the grunts and turn them into heavy breaths.

your foreheads were pressed together. back in the day, you'd have been telling each other the filthiest things, but now the 'i love you's came out in soft whispers and died into each other's mouth. it was so intimate. you wrapped your legs around his body, ankles locked behind his back. logan held your hands, pinning them against the mattress on both sides of your head and interlacing your fingers.

logan came inside you with a groan that he tried to silence by hiding his face in the crook of your neck while you bit your lower lip as your legs shook and squeezed his body. you felt dizzy from all the panting, your knuckles were white from the tight grip you had on his hands. his claws came out unintentionally but thanks to your hands under his, the blades didn't stab into the mattress otherwise you would have had a lot of explaining to do the next morning.

—are you okay? that must have hurt.

after catching your breath, he removed himself from you and lay down on the bed. you turned to look at him and took one of his hands between yours. you kissed his knuckles before massaging them. you heard the hiss he let out as his claws hid in his hands again.

logan hummed, enjoying the soothing effect that your fingers had on his aching knuckles. he lifted one of his arms so you could snuggle into his chest and you gladly took refuge on one side of his body.

—never been better —. he kissed your temple, holding you closer to him.

you played with the patch of hair on his chest while you silently enjoyed each other's company. logan closed his eyes and hummed as his fingers caressed your hair. you lifted your head from his chest, and he opened one of his eyes, curious to know what happened.

—you know i stopped taking the birth control pill months ago, right?

logan closed his eye, relieved to know it was just that. —yeah, you told me, i remember.

you narrowed your eyes. —you know what that means?

he opened his eyes to look at you, were you being serious? —me cumming inside you? yeah baby, i'm almost 190, i know what that means.

you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds until you let your head fall on his chest again. he could see the worry in your eyes. he ran his fingers through your hair again, telling you that you would be okay even before you could ask him.

—what will we do if i get pregnant?

—we will be okay and we will find a way, we always have.

[munsster]

road trip (trope bingo)

A/N: thought i might try this format out. also introducing a new face to my tumblr repertoire. i’ve written marvel before, just never on this site. enjoy!! (gif creds: @bubbarnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You think Bucky is shallow for rejecting a pretty stranger in North Dakota. Little do you know. 1.6k words

Warnings: fluff, dummies not talking about their feelings, pet names (doll), slight angst but resolved, perhaps mutual pinging, a really good hug, playful bullying, cursing

"Ooh, she's cute."

You've been doing this for over an hour. He's downed at least four coffees by now. And the worst part is you call it finding a suitable mate. But he's just not interested in the women you're scouting for him at a rest stop a few miles out from Fargo, North Dakota. He would've just left, gone and sat in the truck, but he'd feel bad leaving you rambling to yourself when you're the one paying for this meal.

"Come on, Buck, you're no fun," you huff, dropping your spoon into the thick mug now emptied of hot cocoa.

"You're right. Can we go now?" He starts to slide out of his seat when you scoff. He goes still like a deer in headlights. This should be fun.

"James Buchanan, you're telling me none of the lovely ladies in this diner tickle your fancy? Not even third barstool? She's tall, Buck, like... model tall," you suggest with your brows raised.

"I'm not... we're in North Dakota, you think that's what I'm lookin' for?"

"Just one date! You wouldn't take her on one, single date? The little bar across the street seems sensible, why not?"

"Um—"

"Tell meee," you whine, leaning over the sticky, vinyl tablecloth with a pout.

He shrugs. "Not my type."

"Bullshit. She's everybody's type. She's my type, Bucky. Are you blind or just plain stupid?"

"I'm not interested."

You pull a face like you're offended on her behalf. Bucky rolls his eyes and wishes you'd drop it.

"Oh, I get it," you say. Leaned back, arms stretched across the length of the seat, you huff and glare at him. "You think you're too good for her, huh? Just 'cause she's a North Dakota ten, and you're a Brooklyn eight, you think that makes you better, don't you?"

"What? An eight?" he mumbles, shaking his head.

"Ugh, you men gross me out sometimes. Massive egos, teensy little brains," you say, slapping a twenty on the table and standing with a vicious squint. "Well, let me learn you something, James"—you loom over him and poke your pointer finger at his chest—"you're shallow, and you're no better than her. You prob'ly couldn't take her out if you wanted to. Goodnight."

You huff and walk away, but he chuckles and calls after you: "It's noon, doll." Flipping him off, you march out into the parking lot. He considers the woman for a moment. You called him a Brooklyn eight. She's pretty, he'll admit, but he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't interested. Bucky's seen the far stretches of the Earth, which means he's seen women of all forms. Accountants and soldiers from all over, all professions, all languages. All beautiful. But nothing intrigues him quite as much as you do.

...

"Did you ask her out, or are you choosing to remain a coward?" You've got your boots propped on the dashboard, the truck bumbling eighty down the highway. An emery board swipes back and forth at your middle fingernail as you snap your bubblegum.

"Come on, doll, play nice. We're leavin' anyway, didn't want to hurt her feelings," he grumbles.

"Tough. Doesn't make you any less of a pussy, Barnes."

You flick the nail file at his cheek and drop your feet heavily on the hot car mat. You called him a Brooklyn eight. You cringe at the remembrance while Bucky revels in it. He even grinned stupid all the way back to the parking lot. To himself, but still. He hates how deep under his skin you are. He hates how he likes the itch.

His tongue twists with all the things he could have said. He should have said. But he grips the steering wheel tight and drives till you cross the border into Minnesota.

"Wanna go anywhere before Wisconsin? They've got... lakes here," he shyly suggests, voice soft, hoping you'll just ignore him and turn up the radio. He doesn't think you'll ever ignore him, even if he did prefer it.

"Only if I could push you into one of them."

"Listen, kid—"

"Kid? That's great, Bucky. It's getting dark, why don't we just find a motel." You cross your arms. The cold is getting to you. Even in a down jacket and two pairs of pants. It gets like that up north.

He does what you tell him because the last thing he needs is for you to hold another grudge against him. This one's quaint, so he gets the last double available, chuckling nervously when the older woman at the front desk mistakes you for a married couple.

"Sure you don't want a single, honey? Not gettin' any kids outta separate beds—"

"Nope—thanks, miss—that's—double is fine, double's perfect, thanks," he huffs. You chuckle.

She gives a rolling, belly laugh, head tossed back as she croaks, "Won't file any noise complaints against youse! Have a fun night."

"Geez, she was great," you sigh, still smiling from the ridiculous interaction. You flop face down onto the bed closest to the window, rattling the ice from the crevices in your boots. It crunches to the floor and you wriggle out of your coat as Bucky locks himself into the pale yellow bathroom.

He starts mumbling from the other side of the door, so you sit up and toe your boots onto the floor with a thud. Digging your fingertips into the edge of the hastily tucked sheets, you stare at a wine stain in the middle of the beige carpet. At least it smells nice in here. Even if half the lights are out, and cable doesn't come through clear enough to watch.

You find yourself, cheek pressed to the door, eyes wide as you listen through the flimsy wood.

"I don't think so, Steve. No, listen, it's like... beyond repair. She wouldn't take an apology even if I knew what i was sorry for—no—she's way too good for me, I can't do that to her."

Still moping over women found in North Dakota's lowest rated diners? That's highly unlike him. But even Bucky's a wildcard six-thousand miles into a roadtrip. You press closer, chewing your lip and closing your eyes.

"No, no, everything—this stuff's easier for you, pal, you don't get it, 'kay? I'm just saying... I mean, even a stranger thought we were married"—What—"has to mean something, right? Even strangers are realizing... there's something... there. I just don't want to accidentally—no, I know, not like that, I mean...well, I like her a lot and I don't want it to scare her—"

You back up slightly, hands held in front of you like surrender. Not out of fear, but realization. That's why he didn't ask her out. Or even fish for her number. Because—

You hit the floor with a thump.

"Steve. I gotta go."

The door whips open and floods the room with warm light. You scramble to your feet.

"Were you... I was just talking to... Did you hear any of that?"

You shake your head. He shoves his hands into the shallow pockets of his jeans.

"Okay," he says with a nod, "good." He blows hot air out of his mouth and runs a swift hand through his hair. But he doesn't meet your eyes. Like a little kid so terrified of fibbing that he'd rather swim deeper into the abyss than float to the surface. Can't catch his damn breath around here.

"So..."

"Goodnight, Bucky!" you chirp, turning on your heel with a whoosh of air. And he stops you in your tracks, hand on your bicep. You don't turn back around, stuck staring at the foot of your bed.

"Doll," he whispers, roped up by fear and a pinch of self-pity. Attending his own funeral with a sick smile on his face. "Just how much did you hear."

You spin on the balls of your feet, going hot in the face, fueled by the electricity at his fingertips. "A lot."

"Oh."

You nod and try your best non-psychotic smile. "Sorry."

"No, no... don't be," he says, trying his own. So you're just a couple of smirking idiots at a stalemate in a stale motel room. A couple of idiots with feelings for each other. Unresolved feelings. Unspoken, too.

"I actually—could I?" You point behind him into the cramped bathroom, and he lets go of you like it's his last move before you put him in check. Before he has to hand you the game. Though, he'd do that in a heartbeat. Every game of his is yours. "Thanks."

"No problem." He shuts his eyes when you close the door with a calculated tenderness. Like you don't want to frazzle his poor heart.

But then why would you open the door again? Why would you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his back? Why would you make it all so much worse and spread your fingers over his abdomen, taking a deep breath when he runs his hand down your forearm and turns to face you. Then you melt with his strong arms holding you thisclose.

"Like you a lot, too, Barnes. You're just a big dunce a lot of the time. But that's like... half the draw or whatever," you mumble into his shoulder. And you've never been this close, and he thinks he could pass out. Become a chalk outline in a dusty motel in Minnesota. But if it happened like this, he'd be okay with that statistic.

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 46

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Word Count: 3,320ish

Summary: They finally make it to North Dakota.

Warning(s): lots of movie dialogue, canon violence, injuries, talk of suicide

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Logan’s thoughts were focused on you despite the fact that he was digging a hole for Charles. Charles’ body was still in the bed of the truck. Laura was still holding onto your body in the backseat. Your body that had yet to go up in flames. Every part of Logan’s mind, body, and soul ached. The damage that his duplicate had done to him where barely healing and his cough was worse than it ever had been. But his focus was still you.

There was no doubt in Logan’s mind that you felt the claws enter you and believed it was him. It was a terrible thing. He needed you to come back so that he tell you it wasn’t him. That he would never have hurt you like that.

Laura watched through her sunglasses as Logan dug the hole, wrapped Charles up in the blanket, and then carefully lowered the man down. Logan finished covering Charles up before walking around to the other side of the grave. His limp was worse and his breathing was labored. Laura slipped out of the truck, taking care to not jostle your body too much and walked over to Logan.

“Well…” Logan spoke up. “It’s got water, and…” Logan’s voice cracked, causing him to sigh. Laura quietly came up beside Logan and gently held his wrist. “It’s got water,” his voice broke again. 

He exhaled sharply, slamming the shovel down before ripping his wrist out of Laura’s grip. Logan walked over to a nearby tree, leaning against it. He closed his eyes, trying to deal when everything, when Laura screamed. Logan’s eyes snapped open to see Laura rushing towards the truck that was now on fire. Logan raced over and grabbed Laura from behind, pulling her away from the flames. She kicked and screamed as she tried to get out of his hold.

“She’s gonna come back, kid!” He shouted over her screaming. “She’s gonna come back.” Logan fell to his knees, keeping Laura against him. “She’s gonna come back… she’s gonna come back… We just have to wait…” Laura stopped fighting, realizing that Logan was rocking her back and forth, repeating, “she’s gonna come back, she’s gonna come back.” 

Laura let Logan hold her as he continued to rock back and forth. Laura watched the fire die down, leaving the truck frame and your ashes. It wasn’t long later when Logan coughed and he fell back, his grip leaving Laura. She turned around to see that he had passed out. 

Looking around, Laura noticed a man and his dog, heading to go fishing. She snuck over their and stole the truck, bringing it over to where Logan was. As she got out of the truck, she heard a gasp and more coughing. She rushed over to see you laying in what remained of the back seat of the truck. Laura climbed up so that you could see her.

“Laura,” you rasped, her blurry figure in your vision. “Laura.” 

Something felt off about this regeneration. You were more tired and still felt some pain. 

“Laura…” you breathed out. “Lo—Logan…”

But then your head lolled back and you were passed out again. Laura found some extra clothes in the stolen truck and dressed you. Then Laura used her strength to place you and then Logan into the bed of the stolen truck. She drove to the nearest town and found a doctor. The doctor quickly took you and Logan back to different rooms. He placed IV’s in both of you before going to take care of Logan’s slow healing wounds. 

Laura was told to wait in the lobby, but she made sure to stay close enough to hear what was going on in the rooms you and Logan were in.

~~~

Logan groaned as he came to. His vision was blurry but it didn’t take long for Logan to realize that he was in a doctor’s office. He coughed, signaling to the doctor that he was awake.

“Welcome back,” the doctor said, moving his chair closer to Logan. “I was starting to think I was gonna have to tell that nice little girl out in the waiting room that her daddy’s gone…. I’d always hoped that I’d get the chance to meet someone like you. There’s so few of you left.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Doc,” Logan groaned as he sat up. “But I really got to get on my way.” He broke into a fit of coughs.

“No, no, don’t do that. What you need is rest and treatment. And your wife—“

“My wife?” Logan took an intimidating step towards the doctor. “Where is she?”

“The—the next room.”

Logan threw open the door and rushed into the next room. There you were, breathing and physically there. Logan collapsed into the chair beside the table you were laying on. One of his arms moved to lay across your torso as his other hand moved to your head.

“It wasn’t me,” he whispered, voice broken. He didn’t even bother to stop the tears that fell from his eyes onto your cheeks. “It wasn’t me, sweetheart… It wasn’t me.”

Laura walked over from her seat in the waiting room to watch the interaction. The doctor gave her a kind smile before gently shutting the door behind her. She stayed against the wall, not wanting to do anything to mess this up.

“It wasn’t me, baby,” Logan continued to cry.

“Lo—Logan?” You rasped, slowly waking.

“Honey,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t me… I promise, it wasn’t me.”

“The claws…”

“They had a—a copy of me. I don’t know how. He looked like a younger version of me. He… He killed you and—and Charles.”

“No. Charles?” Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Laura? Where’s Laura?”

Her quick feet moved to be on your other side. Laura’s hand took yours, holding it tightly.

“They tried to take her and you,” Logan told you. “I… I almost lost you to them, baby… I almost lost you.” 

Your eyes looked over the scars and bleeding wounds, covered in bloody bandages, across Logan’s chest. It broke your heart to see him like this.

“I’m here, Logan,” you whispered. “I’m right here.” You gave Laura’s hand a squeeze, sensing that she was struggling with the events as well.

A knock sounded at the door and the doctor slipped in with Logan’s shirt. “Here,” he handed it over. Logan took it and put it on. “How are you feeling, Mrs.?”

“I’m fine,” you responded, realizing that you were in a doctor’s office.

“We need to go,” Logan said, standing up.

“What you both need is rest, and treatment,” the doctor retorted. “Especially you.” He pointed at Logan.

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you’re not! I mean, I know that you’re different, but that doesn’t change the fact that something inside you is poisoning you. You got to check yourself into a hospital. Find out what it is! For the sake of your family.”

“I know what it is.” 

He slid his arms underneath you and pulled you up into his chest. Laura came to his side, staying close. Laura opened the door, allowing Logan to step into the lobby with you in his arms. 

“Please, mister,” the doctor pleaded. “If you don’t want to go to a hospital, maybe I can help you. Maybe I can run some tests.”

“Look, doc, you seem like a nice guy, alright?” Logan responded. “You wanna save a life, save your own. Forget we were here. Let’s go.”

Logan coughed as he carried you outside. He paused, not seeing a familiar vehicle anywhere. Laura walked across the street, towards a small older vehicle.

“Hey!” Logan coughed. “Hey!” 

Laura opened the truck door and climbed in to the other side using the bench seat. Logan shook his head before setting you inside. You moved to the middle, still tired. Logan slid in beside you.

“You can’t just take shit, you know,” Logan grumbled. You reached over and laced your fingers through one of his hands. He glanced over at Laura. “I don’t know how you got us here but thank you.”

“De nada,” Laura replied. You looked at Laura with a soft smile.

“Yeah—You can talk?” Laura nodded, looking down. “You can talk?” Laura nodded again, this time turning to face you and Logan. “What the fuck? Why in the fuck—What’s all this bullshit been for the last 2,000 fucking miles?”

“Logan,” you tried, only for Laura to begin yelling in Spanish.

“What? Shut up. Shut the fuck up!”

“Logan,” you scolded. “She’s a child.”

“Jonah, Gideon, Rebecca, Delilah, Rictor,” Laura began stating names.

“What? Laura, who are those people?”

“Jonah, Gideon, Rebecca, Delilah, and Rictor.” She dug into her backpack and pulled out an envelope with an address on it. “North Dakota.”

“What?” Logan questioned.

“North Dakota, por favor.”

“Shit, okay. Look—“ Logan tried to grab the object in Laura’s hands.

“No. Por favor.”

Logan was able to reach over and rip it from her hands. “This place. Okay? Your nurse, she read too many stories, you understand? Too many stories!” Laura got out one of her comic books, which Logan quickly snatched away. “I’ve seen it! I’ve seen it, okay? This all here…” He flipped the pages. “None of this… No existo, okay? You understand me? This Eden does not exist.”

“Si! Eden!”

“No! It’s a fantasy, kid. See that? Those are the names of the people who jus made this,” Logan began coughing, “They made this whole thing up. Okay? This whole—It happened once, and they just turned it into a big, fucking lie!” You could tell that Logan’s words held more than just talking about Eden. “That’s all this is.” Laura began yelling in Spanish again. “No!”

“Okay, we’re done with this,” you spoke up. “Laura, stay here, okay?” She nodded. “Logan, get out of the car.”

“What?”

“Do not question me. Get out of the car.” 

Logan coughed as he opened the truck door and stepped out. You followed, shutting the door behind you. 

“We cannot take her to North Dakota,” Logan continued. “It’s a long way and I—you—we can’t do it.”

You stood there for a moment, taking in Logan’s appearance. Just since the start of this journey, you felt like he’d aged so much. You sighed, stepping closer and taking his hands.

“Do you trust me?” You asked.

“What?” He questioned. “What type of question is that? Of course I trust you.”

“Laura believes in this Eden and so do I.” Logan scoffed. “There is nothing left, Logan. Nothing and no one but us. We are not safe back at the mansion, besides the memories are too much. Laura deserves to be safe, to be free… I need you to do this for me… I need you to do this for your daughter.”

You watched as Logan’s eyes flickered from you to Laura. His shoulders sagged, admitting defeat by that action alone. He pulled you into him and held you tightly against him. 

“I can’t go through that again… any of it,” he whispered. “I won’t… I won’t survive.”

“We make sure that Laura’s okay,” you said, “then we deal with everything else.”

~~~

Logan’s blood loss was causing him to be drowsy, barely awake at the well.

“Logan,” you called his name. “Let me drive.”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, unable to keep his eyes open.

“Pull over. Now.”

Logan sighed, knowing that he couldn’t say no to that tone. You gave his cheek a kiss as he pulled over. Laura climbed into the back of the truck and you slid out of the truck.

“Rest,” Laura urged as you went around to the driver’s side.

Logan moved over before you got into his seat. Unable to control himself, Logan laid down on the bench seat, head in your lap.

“I’ve got you, honey,” you whispered. “Just rest.”

Logan quickly fell asleep as you began driving. Laura watched from the back silently for a few minutes.

“He wants to die,” Laura stated.

“What?” You questioned, glancing back at her through the mirror.

“Charles told me. He wants to die.”

“What else did he tell you?”

“To not let him.” 

~~~

Logan woke up to his head still in your lap and you combing through his hair. There was something off though. You were no longer in the car, you were in a small cabin. You were sitting on a bed while Logan was lying down.

“There you are,” you whispered sweetly. “I was getting worried.”

“Y/N?” Logan coughed, looking around. “Where are we?” He noticed a bunch of kids, including Laura, surrounding the two of you.

“Safe. How are you feeling?”

“Uh,” he coughed, “better. How?”

“They have a serum that makes you stronger.”

Logan noticed the bottle on the table beside him and reached for it. “It makes you crazy, is what it does.”

“We didn’t give you too much. Just enough to help some of your wounds heal.”

“Where’s—Where’s Laura?”

“Asleep.” You smiled down at him. “Get some more rest. You’re still tired.”

Logan’s hands came up and pulled you down against him. “Sleep with me… you need rest too… Need to hold you.” Then Logan fell back asleep.

~~~

Logan jolted away from his nightmare, grateful that he didn’t hurt you and that you were still asleep. He looked over to see Laura staring at the two of you.

“You had a nightmare,” she stated quietly.

Logan nodded with a cough. “Do you have nightmares?”

“Si. People hurt me.”

Logan pulled you against him more. “Mine are different… I hurt people.” Laura stepped forward, digging into her pocket and pulling out the adamantium bullet. “You know what it is?” Logan reached a shaky hand over and took the bullet. “It’s made out of adamantium. It’s what they out inside of us. That’s why it can kill us…. It’s what’s killing me now. Anyway, I got this a long time ago, and I kept it as a reminder of what I am… At one point, I was thinking of shooting myself with it. But I can’t do that to her.”

Laura nodded. “I’ve hurt people, too.”

“You’re gonna have to learn to live with that.”

“They were bad people.”

“All the same.”

~~~

Logan drifted in and out for two days. You worried over him but knew that his body needed rest. When Logan finally woke, the many kids were surrounding him, clipping away at parts of his beard. You walked in on them giggling.

“Oh, Logan,” you covered your hand to try to hide a giggle.

They had cut the hair on his chin and upper lip, similar to how he used to shave. Logan pushed up and stumbled to the tiny mirror on the wall.

“Not funny,” he scolded the kids. “This is not funny!”

“It kinda is,” you said.

Seeing you smiling and giggling made Logan relax a little. It felt like it had been eternity since he had seen those.

“How long have I been out?” He wondered, walking over to you.

“Two days,” you replied. 

“What? We’ve been sitting here for two days? It’s too dangerous.”

“They’re leaving tomorrow before dawn. They’re gonna cross the border. It’s a safe haven.”

He pulled you close and brushed his lips against yours before slowly kissing you. You melted into him as the kids surrounding the two of you said ‘ew’. That didn’t stop Logan, in fact, he held you closer and kissed you more. When he finally broke the kiss, your eyes were glossy. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, cupping your face.

“I just… I love you,” you whispered.

Logan knew that there was more weighing on you, but wasn’t going to press. This was not the time or place.

“I love you too, honey,” he replied.

~~~

Logan sat inside the cabin and watched you interact with the kids around the fire you had started. Night had fallen and you were not about to let anyone go cold or hungry. Logan watched with growing nostalgia of a previous life at the mansion. His head turned as Laura stepped into the cabin.

“Your friends, they seem nice,” Logan commented. “Kind of reminds me of—“ Laura marched away from Logan. “Hey, hey,” he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him, “what’s going on? Huh?” Laura ripped her arm out of his grip. “You’re with your pals. You made it.”

“Where will you go?” Laura asked. “You and Y/N?”

“Nearest bar, for starters.” Laura rolled her eyes and turned away. “Hey, we got you here. That’s all we signed up for… I even gave back the money.”

“Such a nice man.”

“Hey, I never asked for this! Alright? Charles never asked for this. Caliban never asked for this. And they are six feet under the ground! Y/N could have been added to that! Now, I don’t know what Charles put in your head, but I am not whatever it is you think I am, okay? I only met you, like, a week ago… I am not good at this. It’s better this way. Bad shit happens to people I care about… Y/N… It’s selfish to keep her with me. But she’s the only one who can handle me. You don’t need that kid. You don’t. You understand me?”

“I understand.”

~~~

Logan found you on their look out point, all my yourself. You were staring out into the night sky. He made his presence known as to not sneak up on you before he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back into him. You leaned back further, letting yourself enjoy the small moment of peace.

“You should go with ‘em,” Logan whispered.

“What?” You said, immediately turning gin his arms.

“You should go with them… be free. Make sure that Laura is taken care of.”

You shook your head. “You are crazy to think I’d leave you. Especially to die alone.”

“You don’t need to watch me die, honey. It’s not gonna be pretty.”

“I don’t care. As long as we live, remember? So was that some promise you made a few days ago just to ease your own guilt?”

“Y/N—“

“No! I will not leave you.” His cupped your face to catch the tears falling down your cheeks. “Please don’t ask me to.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart… for everything… I wish that I could have been a better husband… that I could have provided for you better.”

“You did what you could, and that’s enough for me.” 

He pulled you in for a heated kiss. “I can be more,” he whispered against your lips. “Tonight… let me be more.”

“James… you are already more than enough.”

~~~

Logan woke up in the look out to you on top of him. He kissed your head and carefully moved you off before going to look around. It was eerily quiet. The kids—Laura—were all clearly gone. On one of the tables sat the bottle serum with a note that said ‘not all at once’. Logan sighed, looking from the bottle to you. This bottle could help him and you through his last days. 

He walked out to see more of the view when drones sounded from over head. Drones flew over and towards the forest. Movement of dirt caught his eye, making Logan limp towards the binoculars. There at the other end was military grade trucks going through the forest. It was Alkali, going to get the kids. Logan glanced from you to the bottle of serum. You weren’t as fast as him and he couldn’t risk you. Logan grabbed the bottle, the syringe, and knelt beside you.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’m sorry… I hope one day you forgive me.” He gave you another kiss before he was rushing towards the forest.

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"Holiday Headlock": A Holiday Supernatural Imagine: Dean Winchester

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A Holiday Supernatural Imagine 

Dean Winchester x Reader, PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Fem Identifying Reader 

Use of Y/N because if I stay focused on a backstory for too, too long this will never see the light of day until maybe next year. 

Warnings: Supernatural in general? And all the trauma that comes with that.  Also, no spoilers here and I ain’t labeling a season.  Bobby’s here.  Nuff said. 

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It was quiet in the Singer house that December day. 

The three men… and one angel were currently sitting there watching the last half of some movie on Bobby’s television. 

The tension was thick as it always was this time of year for the past few. 

Three years ago, Bobby had gotten into a monumental argument with Y/N, his adopted daughter. 

Bobby had all but forbid her from hunting, encouraging her to use her intelligence for something useful and that hunting was no place for someone like her. 

He hadn’t meant it like it came out or how she took it but it set the way it set. 

Being that that was how it did set… it tore a rift between father and daughter that had gaped wide for three years. 

Y/N left Sioux Falls, South Dakota and they hadn’t spoken since. 

It broke them both and yet both were far too proud to admit that they missed the other. 

However, the thing is…. Bobby wasn’t the only one missing her. 

Sam and Dean had spent a lot of time with her growing up when they stayed with Bobby. 

Dean had been especially hurt because he had feelings for her. 

He always had.

Y/N never gave him the time of day though. 

To be fair, she hadn’t realized that he was actually serious about her. 

She was no idjit, quite the opposite actually. 

However, it had just never occurred to her that Dean would see her that way. 

She had always assumed that he looked at her the same way that Sam did. 

As a sister. 

However, to be frank, there had been a brief period where Samuel thought she was basically a goddess. 

She was beautiful and smart and he’d seen her put Dean in a headlock more than once. 

Sam had a crush for a long time until he got old enough to recognize what that look was in his brother’s eye was every time Dean saw her. 

She DID become like a sister to him then and he missed her as well. 

But Dean… Dean had been heartbroken. 

Heartbreak was no stranger to any of them in their lives… but that one stung. 

And Sam knew that Y/N was a sensitive subject and yet…. 

“So, uh, Bobby.” he began, receiving a grunt in reply.  “Heard from Y/N recently?” 

Everyone froze. 

Only the racket from the t.v. rambled in the background. 

It was so quiet you could’ve heard a mouse fart in the attic. 

The tension was almost stifling. 

“No.” 

The answer was short, sharp and to the point. 

“Bobby, I-” 

“I’m going out.” 

And that was that. 

Bobby Singer was up and out of the living room leaving Sam, Cas and Dean sitting there. 

The last of which gave his younger brother a disappointed look. 

Sam sighed, “Listen, I just-” 

“Sam, just stop.” Dean said.  “She left and she ain’t coming back.”

“You don’t know that, Dean.” Sam said.  “And we could call her.” 

“I’ve tried to call her.” he snapped. “She didn’t answer.  We didn’t mean shit to her and she made that perfectly clear when things blew up between them and the rest of us might as well have disappeared off the face of the earth.” 

“Dean.”

“I’m going out.” 

Sam sighed. 

It was no secret to anyone that John Winchester fathered both Sam and Dean… but truthfully?

Bobby had played all the parts of being their Dad… and boy did it show in Dean. 

Especially when he was upset. 

“I’ll take Dean.” Cas offered and Sam nodded knowing that that left him Bobby. 

They decided to divide and conquer and though neither had accomplished anything… they had managed to get them both out of the salvage yard and back in the house. 

The day passed with a little more tension, a certain tinge of sadness and eventually the four of them retired to bed. 

Christmas was tomorrow. 

If they were gonna fake it, they’d at least need some sleep.  

However, about three in the morning there was a thud and all of them were up, armed and sneaking down the stairs. 

Sam caught Dean’s stare as they both stood behind the entrance to the kitchen. 

“On three.” Dean mouthed to which Sam nodded and waited for the count down. 

One. 

Two. 

Three.

“Hands up!” Sam said, drawing the attention of the intruder while Dean charged them. 

Big mistake. 

The person landed a kick straight into Dean’s chest sending him crashing into the fridge before he was put in a very familiar headlock. 

Sam would’ve helped him… if he hadn’t been laughing his ass off. 

He recognized that kick and lock combo. 

Dean might’ve recognized it and those strong legs if he hadn’t been so busy trying not to die. 

“Y/N?” 

The pair of them looked up to see Bobby in the entrance way with a look of pure shock on his face. 

Dean took advantage of the distraction and swatted at her ass. 

Another big mistake because she only tightened her hold. 

“Y/N! Ease up! It’s Dean! Let him go!” Bobby reprimanded her but he wasn’t doing too well at hiding his smirk. 

She released him and Dean finally straightened up… looking rather red in the face. 

His green eyes were nearly glowing either in contrast… or pure rage. 

“Sorry.” she offered. “You spooked me.” 

“Yeah.” he snapped. “Obviously.” 

“Hey, look, you’re the one that snuck up and yelled at me.” 

“You broke in!” 

“I did not! I used the key! I did live here at one point, you know!” 

“Coulda fooled me!” he snapped. “Haven’t seen your ass in three years.  Might as well been dead for all we knew.” 

“Almost was.” she said. 

There was a beat of silence before she sighed and looked at Bobby. 

“I’m not here to cause trouble.” she said. 

“Oh really?” Dean asked, rubbing his neck.

She had always had a vice grip. 

That hadn’t changed apparently. 

“Boys, clear the room.” Bobby said only to earn an exasperated look from Dean. 

“Your shitting me?” 

“No, Dean.  I am not shitting you.  Git.” he said. “This doesn’t require an audience.” 

Dean was pissed but he went anyway… with a little shoving from Sam and a less than pleased look from Cas. 

Bobby looked at Y/N. 

Y/N looked at Bobby. 

“I really didn’t come to stir up trouble.  I actually just came to drop off some presents.” she said with a shrug. 

Bobby lifted a brow, “Dropping off presents?  What? You working for Santa now?” 

“Well, I actually have some theories on that but no.” she laughed. “Listen, night before last I had a dream about Karen.  Now, being as how I never actually spent time with her, I figured it had to be about you and me and the fact that we haven’t talked in a while.” 

“Three years is more than a while, kid.” 

“Yeah, it is.” she said.  “But you made it clear how you felt so I took it as a sign to get the hell out of your life.   And I did.  I respected your choice.   However, when your dad’s dead wife keeps haunting your dreams for like a month… you take it as a sign.  Look, I’ll go.  I just had to make sure you were ok.”

“I never wanted you gone, kid.” Bobby said. “I just wanted better for you.” 

“Dad.” Y/N sighed. “I get that you didn’t want me to be a hunter. Ok.  I get it.  What father wishes that for his daughter when he knows the statistics?  However, this shit is in my bones.  I’m meant for it and you know it.” 

“But you’re so smart.” he said. “I just-” 

“I know.” she said.  “But it’s my choice and I chose it.  Besides we both know that I love to learn, hate authority and have major anger issues.  What other life path do you know that those skills fit in realistically?” 

The two of them shared a laugh but there was still a heaviness in the air. 

 “We don’t share one single drop of blood, Dad but you know that I’m basically a scrap cut directly from your frame.” she said, reminding Bobby that if the roles were reversed… he would’ve been exactly the same. 

He raised that girl. 

She was him made over and they both knew it. 

“You said something about gifts?” he asked, taking the initiative to break the ice. 

She grinned, “If hot head will calm down, he’ll be pleased. While I was having a panic attack trying to decide where or not to make the sixteen hour drive to South Dakota… I spent several hours baking pies.” 

As if on cue, the loud ass pacing from the other room halted… and two laughs followed. 

“Really?” Sam asked as he watched his brother halt in his pacing (and eavesdropping) at the mention of pie. 

“Shut it.” 

“To be fair, he does have a preference for pie.” Cas said. 

“Oh,” Sam laughed. “This isn’t just pie.  This is Y/N’s pie.  I’m not sure what type of witchcraft she does but they are actually superior.” 

“Well, thanks Sammy.” Y/N laughed as she and Bobby entered the room.  “But it’s just brown sugar and real butter.  That’s really all there is to it.” 

“Bullshit.” Dean said.  “You make a deal with a demon or an angel or something.” 

“Well, that’s not really how that works…” Cas said.  “Oh, you’re not serious.” 

“So do we all have to sit through this painful tension yet again or is this the year that you two finally admit that you’re in love with one another?” Sam asked, earning looks of shock from everyone. 

“I beg your pardon?” Y/N blinked. 

“Sammy, you’re fucked. You swore.” Dean growled at his baby brother. 

“If you can catch me, shortie.” Sam smirked. 

Dean’s eyes were wide but Y/N’s sparkled as she looked at him. 

There was no need for convincing. 

The look on his face said all that needed to be said. 

So when Sam ran and Dean chased him… she caught the eldest by his jacket and pulled him close. 

“Beat his ass but come see me later.” she smiled and pecked his lips. 

Sam ran half a mile for nothing. 

Once Dean had a taste, he had no intention of seperating. 

He’d beat Sam’s ass later. 

They’d have a much needed talk about communication. 

Bobby would threaten his life if he hurt her. 

But in that moment, he didn’t give two shits about anything else but kissing the woman he’d been in love with since he was a kid. 

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Black Mercy

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Rumors

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Hal Jordan x fem!reader

Me or the Ring

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Me and the Ring 2.9k+ words | angst to fluff | After Hal broke your heart and failed his mission, the Guardians send Kyle to pick up where he left off. You can't trust Hal, but that doesn't mean you don't love him.

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/ Blurbs/Celebration Fics

Christmas '23 | Dick (Haley's Holiday)(A League Christmas) | Jason (Special Edition)

[happyk44]

Jason graduates from the Wolf House at 3, 4 years old. He trudges to Camp Jupiter in sneakers and thin clothes. The Mist handwaves off the strangeness of a toddler hitchhiking across plains and streets. Nobody bats an eye when he clambours onto buses with his tiny backpack and sunken gaze. He's alone, battling monsters that leave scratches and bite marks, rationing away his supply of nectar and ambrosia. Some nights he sleeps tucked under grass and leaves and thinks about the bleeding hand he's wrapped up in a piece of shirt he burnt off. But he just grips his staunched wound tight and ignores those thoughts. What if he needs the medicine more later?

In perilous battle, he cries for help, but it never comes. A few times he sees an eagle fly overhead when the fight is done and he's crusted in blood, breathing as hard as his little lungs will allow. It never comes back.

He stops crying.

Muddy and scabbed, he reaches camp. They throw him to the showers then straight into training. His tiny hands grow thick with callouses before the week is over. It hurts, but he doesn't cry. There is no one else his age around. Much like the Wolf House, everyone is bigger, older, and uninterested in the toddler racing to keep up.

It's barely three months and he gets thrown into his first quest. It's barely three months and there's a second one. A third. A fourth. Like clockwork they come and a woman walks across his frustrated dreams to remind him of who he is.

A soldier, a leader, the son of Jupiter, the pride of Rome, she says. Nothing less than that will suffice.

He is five, six, seven, eight, and the callouses on his hands are bleeding. He knows to burn his own wounds so he can attend to his injured teammates, saving the last bit of magical medicine for them. He knows how to fight with both hands tied behind his back, with a blindfold on, with his all senses dulled. His life is quests, training, war games. He naps on a spare mat in the back of the training grounds in between practice. Sometimes he forgets he has a bed.

He is nine years old and he does not remember how to cry. He has more completed quests than anyone his senior. He sits in on meetings. He prepares for the future laid out before him. He doesn't get it when his Cohort members try to lure him away from the training grounds, speaking of fun and games. He doesn't get it when they tell him to be a kid. When they squeeze his cheeks and remind him that he is still young. Is he? There's a child in the mirror he doesn't recognize. But the child doesn't look young. Just sad, and tired.

He is ten years old and Dakota asks him why he's such an old man already. He doesn't know how to answer. A woman hovers over him in his dreams, whispering that he is grown now. An adult. Time to lead. Time to take charge. In the morning, he is chosen leader of the Cohort. It is the only birthday present he ever gets and remembers.

He is twelve and Reyna asks him if he's happy. He lies. These days he lies a lot. It's in the mimicry of his voice, his actions, his subdued expressions. He learned young how to walk around the truth. He learned young how to fit in. He doesn't know what happiness feels like. He doesn't know what anything feels like. Except pain. He'll never forget pain.

He is fifteen and he does not remember pain. He does not feel it when monsters latch onto bare skin and bury their teeth in deep. He doesn't feel it when he punched in the stomach. No, the sensation is warm now, burning sometimes. But the pain is gone. It doesn't linger, it doesn't hit. Even when the battle is won and adrenaline cools him down. It's an ache, but it's not pain. Pain is worse than this.

This is just his baseline.

The medics at camp tell him his nerves are damaged, his body quaking from overuse. They warn him about going up against Krios alone. They tell him to rest for a few days. For a couple of weeks. As they feed him nectar and bandage his bruised and fractured ribs, he says nothing. Only stares ahead. Empty and quiet.

Don't they know he can't stop? He is a soldier, a leader, the son of Jupiter, the pride of Rome.

Nothing less than that will ever suffice.

[achillesisnotcomingdown]

I finished ToA not long ago and I wanted to write down some thoughts/scenes that stick with me

(in chronological (ish) order, watch out for spoilers)

Theres an italian girl at camp ! It means Nico gets to practice and speak italian ! (which probably haven't happened in about 70 years)

Will introducing Nico as "my boyfriend". I already knew they would be canon, but reading that line felt weird /pos

Apollo sees Solangelo and think of himself and Hyacinth

That night when Kayla and Austin disappeared and Apollo left to look for them, it probably was the first night Will ever spent alone in his cabin

Apollo's insane body dysmorphia. He's a god, he can always take the physical form he is the most comfortable and confident in... Until now. He is stuck in a body that isn't his, he feels ashamed, when he sees certain traits in others he find them charming or pretty, but when it's on him then it's disgusting. He complain that everything is this body's fault (ex. he wouldn't have been touched by the Eurynomos if it wasn't for his chub.)(I could go on for hours)

Lityerses ! I love that guy. Idk why i love him that much. He is my best guy.

Apollo's reaction to Commodus' name. His flashback of him. So painful he was physically sick.

Apollo talking Helios out of killing them, because he just want to be free, not to hurt them.

APOLLO ATTEMPT TO KHS TO STOP THEM ?? IM A SUCKER FOR SOME GOOD PAINFUL SELF SACRIFICE.

Jason. I'm not talking about Jason. I can't speak about Jason.

Frank and Apollo ! They are so fond of each other !!!

Apollo heard all of Frank's prayers when he was unclaimed and wished he could've adopted him.

And Frank respecting Apollo as a god although he is *vaguely gesture at Apollo/Lester*

Reyna saying aloud that she doesn't want nor needs romance. It's so rare to see aromantic representation and Rick did it so well.

Literally Apollo singing his way out of situations.

FRANK'S SELF SACRIFICE!!! (He already had one of my favorite character development before that)

APOLLO KILLING COMMODUS ??? why do never talk about that it's one of the best deaths I've ever seen that was BADASS AND FULL OF EMOTIONS.

Apollo slowly dying out of poison and the Dodona Arrow doing everything it can to keep him conscious.

I hope Dakota didn't get killed off just to give Lavinia the role of Centurion. I love my boy Dakota, and his death felt kind of meaningless, except for her rank up :/ also i feel like it doesn't suit Lavinia. Some ppl are strong and good and trustable but just not made to order others. (ill prop make a full post about that)

Dionysos confirmed to be an annoying little brother!

Nico. How does Rick manage to always give him more issues. Leave the kid alone.

When Will glows, Apollo is genuinely impressed and tells him how proud he is.

Nico destroying Nero's door with his giant zombie bull. That was cool.

When Apollo gets stabbed in Nero's tower and think it's the end, he prays "Zeus, Artemis, Leto, anyone"

And in general the few parts he talks about Leto, he's such a momma's boy and I love it.

When Apollo left for Delphi... I was fully expecting Meg to go with him. I was so worried that he went alone while already feeling that weakened from the previous events.

DODONA ARROW. FOREVER IN MY HEART.

Artemis is here when Apollo wakes up. She's by his side, she's the first person to tell him he succeeded, she hold him while he sobs...

The first thing he does is to greet his horses :) and then to see his friends.

When he gets back to the Dodona bush ! To tell them all how brave and heroic the Arrow have been !

I could spend hours talking about the character developments of Apollo, Meg and the Dodona Arrow (i love the arrow so much you have no idea) but its for another day

There's many things I didn't talk about, but the post is already long enough. I love those 5 books, and Apollo is an amazing narrator.

I love the Arrow of Dodona with all my heart.

[kaidatheghostdragon]

So i decided to rewatch static shock and now i have Ideas(tm)

IDEA 1

Amity and dakota are neighboring and/or sister cities, and virgil and danny are the same age or one is only a few years older than the other.

A few things about dakota's location:

It has miles of waterfront on its east side to Lake Dakota, which has ocean access. The lake has a golden gate sized bridge over it, but the other side is never shown. An extremely large artificial lake from a dammed up river that leads to the atlantic makes the most sense to me. A fictional Great Lake is also entirely possible. Either option probably still limits Dakota to east of (or connected to?) the mississippi, especially when combined with the point below.

Its implied to be close enough to gotham for virgil to signal batman in the sky, and to quickly fly over. There's still plenty of room for reinterpretation, though.

Its large enough to have 'miles' of waterfront, and to have stadiums hosting major sports events, so its safely larger than amity park.

I was looking at a map and thought it would be great if dakota was between or encompassed toledo and detroit (i got the impression it was an expy of chicago or detroit anyways), with lake eerie and lake st clair on its east. Lake st clair would be renamed dakota lake and lake erie is the lake eerie that danny and his dad visit. Amity park is in ohio instead of illinois (which is fanon anyways).

(Also, hilariously, dakota has a poorer neighborhood called the fenton projects. Do with that what you will.)

So basically, dakota is the closest "big city" to amity park, so theres a lot of cross travel. Both cities get their vigilantes at the same time and bond over the mutual weirdness, and team phantom and team shock are close allies that constantly fly over to help each other out.

OR, one of the origin stories happened 2-5 years after the other, and whichever one is younger goes to the other for vigilante advise and training.

IDEA 2

The chemical that caused the big bang is some form of ecto, and all the bang babies are liminal. In this idea, i imagined team phantom closer to batman's age instead of static's. The (adult) team is investigating ecto-shipments in dakota when or shortly after the big bang event happens, connect alva to vlad and/or the giw, and discover a conspiracy to deliberately create liminals 'for science' (ie the chemicals were purposefully placed at the docks and a gang war deliberately incited).

Team phantom set up a bang baby outreach program at the community center with virgil's dad and quickly identify virgil as static. They train virgil (and eventually richie) and cover their patrols under the excuse that the two are extremely involved in the outreach program (which they are - static recommends the program to all of his rogues).

Danny's team is able to help the various bang babies develop and control their powers, has the resources to help anyone who doesnt want to be associated with ebon's gang, and has a way to safely subdue and contain the bang babies that refuse any help and continue to be a danger to others. And they can show up in a mask if they want to hide their identity while learning to control their powers (not that it would actually stop the team from being able to identify them). The team is also monitoring the bang baby population to make sure the giw or anyone else arent disappearing them.

The team would also take great offense to how the cure was ethically handled at the end of the series, especially if retconning the bang babies as liminals means that 'curing' them would actually hurt them.

Anyways, more danny phantom x static shock crossovers, please.

[angstysebfan]

My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 5

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Reader and Bucky have a discussion about where they are and how to move forward. As they are about to cross the boarder into Washington state, they make 1 more overnight stop. Chapter Warnings: Cursing, implied smut

Series Masterlist

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You drive through North Dakota and into Montana before stopping for food. Bucky decides to actually eat at a diner, which you’re happy about. It’s been slightly awkward in the car since you left the motel is Minnesota, and you hope sitting down and talking will help.

The waitress gives you menus and coffee before walking away to give you time. Of course you notice her eyes undressing Bucky, which makes you scoff. Bucky looks at you confused, before he notices the waitress looking at him. He can’t help but smirk into his menu.

After you both place your orders, you decide to start the conversation. “Um.. I know yesterday was kind of crazy, and there is a lot of things we should talk about, but… I think we should just forget everything that happened and move forward with the trip,” you say.

Bucky frowns. “If that is what you want, then…” he trails off nodding not looking you in the eye.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom as Bucky sits there feeling confused. You may want to forget everything, but he isn't sure if he can. The kiss, sleeping in each others arms, everything that has happened in the last day keeps playing in his head over and over. He doesn’t know how he feels about any of this this. The feelings he's pushed down for you are suddenly erupting to the surface again. He thought you were might feel the same way as him, but maybe not. Maybe you never know. He needs to know for his own sanity.

You walk swiftly into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You know you don’t really want to forget all that's happened, but it’s the best choice. Why though, you're unsure. Is it because of Nat? Because he has been a complete asshole until yesterday? Both? You honestly don’t know. But you do know you loved the way his lips felt against yours; you loved the way he held you tight in his arms and made you feel safe. You know you still have those feelings you've had since you first laid eyes on him. 

You splash some water on your face and head back out. You see Bucky watching you walk back, and when your eyes connect with his, butterflies start fluttering and your heart rate increases. You sit down and maintain eye contact for a moment before Bucky speaks.

“Y/N, I know I have been a huge asshole to you for the past year. I thought you judged me and that hurt because I really wanted to get to know you. I don’t regret my time with Nat, and I care about her a lot, but I would be lying if I said I stopped having those feelings for you.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, you didn’t expect that. You didn't think he gave you a thought.

“I know Nat and I agreed to break up now that she's on the other side of the country, and I'm not saying I want to jump right into a relationship, but I… I really don’t want to forget what happened between us yesterday. That kiss... it was honestly the best fucking kiss I've ever had, and I've never slept as good as I did when you were in my arms," he says softly.

He sighs and reaches across the table to grab your hand, "I don’t know where the future will take us, but I wanna see where this goes. Slowly of course, if you're interested.”

Before you have a chance to respond, your food comes out, causing Bucky to let go of your hand. You dive right in, as you're starving, but can't get Bucky's words out of your head. After a few minutes of eating, you look at him.

“Bucky, I… I have to think about this. Nat's my best friend and I don’t want to hurt her any more than I already have by what happened yesterday. I know she cares deeply about you, even if you truly are breaking up. I don’t want to give you an answer when I don’t know where she stands,” You say softly.

Bucky nods and goes back to eating. You finish your meal in silence, and head back to the car. You continue driving west in complete silence. You look at Bucky and see that he's deep in thought. You're worried he's pissed at you for not giving him an answer, but he had to give you time. Things changed so drastically so fast, there's no way you can make a sane decision now.

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As the sun begins to set, you're vastly approaching the Washington state line. You can’t believe how quickly you drove through Montana and the small amount of Idaho, but you're glad you're close to Nat.

“If you want, we can get a hotel for the night and meet up with Nat tomorrow. Unless you want to hurry up and get to her now,” Bucky says, not looking at you.

To say you are surprised is an understatement. Bucky has been rushing you the entire trip and now he wants to make another stop before getting to Nat? 

“Uh… Whatever you want to do, Bucky. If you're tired, then we should stop,” You say.

Bucky doesn’t reply and drives on through the state line. You think he going to go straight to Seattle, but instead he pulls into a hotel. You both get out of the car and grab your bags. 

“I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick,” you say as you walk into the lobby. “Okay, I'll get the rooms,” Bucky says.

You head into the bathroom quickly, having sat in the car for hours. When you come back out, Bucky is standing against the wall.

“They uh… only had one room. I hope that’s okay,” he says looking down at his feet.

You clear your throat feeling the heat in your cheeks. “Uh… fine with me, if it’s okay with you. You slept in the car last time that happened.”

Bucky blushes and leads you to the elevator. When he presses the button for your floor, he looks at you. “I don't want to stay in the car this time,” he says.

When you enter the room, you see a queen size bed, a TV on the wall, a small table, and the bathroom. Very small, but perfect for what you needed.

“You want to shower first?” you ask him, throwing your bag on the bed.

You turn around and look at him when he doesn’t answer. You find Bucky just looking at you with an unreadable expression. The butterflies start up again and your face gets very hot.

He comes to his senses and finally clears his throat, “Uh, sure. Thanks.”

He grabs his bag and heads into the bathroom. You fan yourself as you feel the heat in your body increasing. His eyes are just so intoxicating. You don’t understand what you're feeling. You are so confused by everything over the last 2 days. You really wish you could talk to Nat about this now, but you're worried this will break her heart. You know she loves Bucky, and even though they're breaking up, what kind of friend just moves in on her best friend's boyfriend?

After about 15 minutes, Bucky comes out in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You're a little put out that he's not shirtless this time, but scold yourself for those thoughts. You quickly grab your bag and run into the bathroom to shower. Bucky watches you until you close the door.

Bucky POV

Bucky lets out a sigh when you close the door. He can’t control his thoughts today. You've consumed him so much in the past day and he doesn’t know what the fuck to do. Ever since that kiss yesterday, all he's wanted to do was kiss you again. You want time, and he wants to respect that, but he also wants to just grab you and hold you in his arms, kissing the living shit out of you. 

He can’t believe how fast his feelings for you resurfaced. He always ignored the feelings he had for you, even while dating Nat. He thought you were stuck up and judgemental, and he was honestly happy with Nat. God he feels like an asshole for even admitting that he thought about his girlfriends best friend and roommate. 

Thinking about Nat and their year long relationship, Bucky knows does care for her, and always will. And sure, if she wasn’t moving they might have stayed together. But maybe not... maybe, even though he cared for Nat, he's always known she wasn’t the one for him. He thinks she knew it too, which is why she didn’t hesitate to take this job on the other side of the country and decide to end the relationship.

Yeah, he knows he's still the asshole for these thoughts. But he can't help it.

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You come out of the bathroom wearing black sweatpants and a tank top. You see Bucky lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. When he hears you, he looks at the door and offers you a small smile. You return it before walking over to your side of the bed. Bucky watches you the entire time. When you settle in, you turn on your side and look at him. 

“You okay?” you ask softly.

Bucky turns on his side to face you. “Yeah, I think so. Just a lot of things on my mind,” he says.

He goes to tuck a piece of your hair back, but halfway through the movement, he rethinks and drops his hand. You look at his hand on the bed, and slide your hand over it.

“I do too,” you whisper.

Bucky is looking at your hand on his, and he turns his hand over and interlocks your fingers. You both stare at your hands and then each other. 

“I don’t want to rush you, Y/N. But I want you to know that I meant what I said earlier,” he says softly.

You nod and squeeze his hand. “I know. Thank you.” you say, looking from his eyes to his lips.

You feel like a magnet is pulling you toward him. Suddenly you release his hand and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. Bucky closes his eyes at the feeling of your hand in his hair. You palm his cheek and rub your thumb on his cheekbone. He opens his eyes and stares at you.

You feel the electricity between the two of you. You want to pull away, but at the same time you don’t. You start pulling his face toward you and gently place a kiss on his lips. This kiss is much softer than the one yesterday, but feels so much more powerful. The butterflies have gone crazy in your stomach. Bucky gently grabs your face and pulls you closer to deepening the kiss. He takes his time, slowly massaging his tongue against yours. 

Bucky pushes you onto your back and lays on top of you. He continues to kiss you passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible, while his hands start to wander down your body. Your heart is beating so fast that you think you will pass out, but you know this feels good. This feels right.

You’re screwed.

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[raining-anonymously]

i sent all of this in DMs to my poor friend today, and in a couple servers. now i’m putting it here! not proofread, just thoughts, because cavendish’s care for dakota makes me implode.

man i HATE(lying) how on a surface level dakota does more for cavendish than cavendish does for him and that’s the end of it but if you look a bit closer it’s so, so painfully clear that cavendish loves dakota just as much and dies dies dies

dakota makes big gestures and allowances for cavendish and cavendish often hurts dakota unintentionally. those two things in tandem make it easy to paint cavendish as the “bad guy” but he’s not. he never acts maliciously towards dakota; much of his lashing out is based on his own discomfort, or his frustration with dakota behaviors that he doesn’t have context for.

and that doesn’t even always happen!!! in the beginning of snow way out cavendish is having a bad time and dakota is doing something that makes it worse - slurping soup. cavendish asks him if he can stop. dakota says he can’t and cavendish resumes his anxiety response without bringing up the soup again (although he does knock it over at some point i think). like - a lot of his criticisms of dakota that seem unfair to us are based off of cavendish lacking context. if he doesn’t understand why dakota is doing a thing he’s more likely to be upset about it. also! a lot of the times he insults dakota are when they’re being playful. often dakota gives the same back! unfortunately sakota is not good at clearly expressing what upsets him, and cavendish doesn’t know he’s going too far if he isn’t directly told.

he’s never calling dakota selfish or other names to hurt dakota’s feelings! it’s always a build-up of frustration, like in a christmas peril, teasing him in a friendly way, or simply not realizing dakota doesn’t like it. he’s not mean! he’s bad at reading the room and dakota’s bad at emotional vulnerability!

cavendish doesn’t have an island because he’s never had reason to, not because he doesn’t love dakota enough for it. he’s willing to do big things for him - prepared to sacrifice his life for him in pnf effect, broke all the rules to stay with him in christmas peril, tried to overlook his own frustration and grief to not upset dakota in snow way out, and isolates himself / puts himself in danger to keep dakota safe, and admits he was wrong (he HATES that) for doing the previous thing.

AND!! he shows affection to dakota in smaller, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it ways all the time! the constant hugging and face-grabbing, helping him up / running back for him when he falls, “my dear dakotas,” praising him when he comes up with something smart, “gosh! how fortunate! you could have been hurt,” everything about backwards to school night, buying him food, keeping him from self-destructive habits (according to dakota himself!), sticking together with him everywhere they go (granted that’s both of them but yknow), shouting his name in a panic when he falls behind with the pistachions, the stupid little bet they make in going to the zoo, the casual familiarity…:.:..:.:….. god i can’t stand them

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Ten

Day: Monday, October 30th Time: 11:10 AM EST

"I asked you this once and you didn't really answer," Neil said. "Now can you tell me why Andrew likes you?" "Last year Andrew took a few of us out to Eden's Twilight one at a time," Renee said. "You know now why Andrew invited Matt. He invited Dan to see if she was a woman worth following on the court. He asked me because he, like you, didn't buy into this front." She gestured at her face and rested her fingertips on her cross necklace. "He wanted the truth, so I told him. Andrew found out he and I have a lot in common." Renee glanced at Neil as they stopped at a crosswalk on Perimeter Road. "The only differences between us are luck and faith." "And psychosis," Neil said. Renee smiled. "Maybe not. I am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person, but I would not be trying at all if not for the outside interventions in my life. I grew up with my mother and her string of heavy- handed boyfriends." She seemed unbothered by her words and turned a calm stare on the crosswalk as she spoke. "Maybe it is inevitable that I got into trouble myself. I started working as a lookout and runner for one of Detroit's gangs. It took me a couple years to work my way up to harder work. I did anything they asked me to and didn't care who I hurt. Fortunately for me, I was not as smart as I thought I was. When I was fifteen the police caught me, and my lawyer traded my testimony for a reduced sentence. My words got a lot of people in trouble, including my mother. My lawyer explained my home life so the court would understand my lack of positive role models. His findings sent both my mother and her then-lover to prison on assorted charges. They were beaten to death by angry members of the gang I helped put away." "I'm sorry," Neil said, when in reality he was a little jealous. Both she and Wymack lost their parents to prison violence, but no one dared attack his father. It would solve a world of problems for Neil if a few inmates could just work up enough aggression and courage. "I'm not," Renee said, jarring Neil from his thoughts. Renee started across the street but it took Neil a couple seconds before he could follow her. Renee smiled at him when he caught up. "I know I should be, but that's still something I'm working on. I know I was directly responsible for the circumstances that led to their murders, but to be honest I hated them. On top of that, without my mother's death I never would have ended up here."With my mother dead and my biological father in the wind, the courts had no choice but to release me into foster care after my year at a juvenile facility," Renee said. "I made life as difficult as I could for my foster families and jumped eight homes in two years. Stephanie Walker found out about me from one of my foster mothers at her high school reunion. She put in a request for me, pushed until it was approved, and moved me to North Dakota as soon as it was finalized. She gave me a new name, a new faith, and a new chance at life." Renee hadn't been exaggerating when she said she and Andrew were a lot alike. They had violent, unstable upbringings thanks to their mothers and spent time in both juvie and the foster system. Their paths split irrevocably after their respective adoptions. Renee let Stephanie shape her into a decent human being and atoned for her past brutality whereas Andrew murdered his mother the first chance he got. Neil finally understood why Renee wasn't afraid of Andrew.

Art used with permission by Lunapiq. Thank you @lunapiq

[queeniecook]

January 18 - Part 3

Dakota had given Jillian some space - they both needed time to calm down. Jillian threw on some warm clothes and headed outside for a walk. The snow began to fall rapidly but she kept walking.

She found a pond, the water providing a peaceful presence, even half covered in ice. She knows she should have told Dakota sooner, he has a right to be upset but the way he handled it - she didn't like it. Jillian has never been good with confrontation. Most of the time she doesn't fight back but she couldn't stop herself tonight. Normally she would have tried to talk to Dakota calmly, even while he was mad. She knows she need to go back and apologize for not telling him but first, she knows she needs to calm herself down, otherwise they might end up yelling at each other again.

She takes deep calming breaths, the cold biting at her lungs a bit but it helps to soothe her. She turns to head back and begins walking.

She cries as she's hit with a sudden pain in her abdomen. This hurts far more than any twinge or cramp she's felt before, it almost brings her to her knees. She manages to stay up right and looks around in panic. She suddenly realizes she doesn't know where she is. She starts to cry and tries not to have a full blown panic attack. She feels her pocket for her phone. Curse words slip from her lips as she realizes she left her phone at home in her haste to get out of the house.

Jillian beings to make herself walk forward, she has to get help.

She sees an unfamiliar house come into view, there's lights on but doesn't look like anyone currently lives in it. She keeps moving slowly towards the house. Maybe she can find help there? Maybe she can get inside out of the weather?

Jillian manages to make it to the house and after some jiggling with the front door knob, she gets the door open.

Another pain hits her after she closes the door and she ends up on her knees this time, cradling her belly. "Slade...not yet." She whimpers to her unborn son. She feels more tears getting ready to fall, she doesn't think anyone is here. She doesn't know what she's going to do. Jillian prays, it's the only thing she can think of as she tries to lean back onto her bottom and maybe pull herself onto the bed. 

Then arms hook underneath her and lift her up. She gasps and is stunned by who is there - she feels relief that she is no longer alone.

"What are you doing out here?" James asks her. He actually feels concerned. It's a feeling not totally foreign to him but he still doesn't like it. When his informate had called him and told him that Jillian had left the house, James had used a spell to transport himself to Brindleton Bay from Windenburg. It's not like he could just call Dakota and tell him to go find his girlfriend, he doubt Dakota would take a call from him. Thus he took it upon himself to find the pregnant woman. 

"I was stupid." Jillian whispers, grasping her stomach. Her brows knit in discomfort and James puts it all together. He helps her over to the bed.

Jillian feels a little relief getting to lie down but suddenly feels like she's burning from within. She starts frantically removing her hoodie and tosses stocking hat aside. She can feel James' eyes on her. "Do you have a phone?" She asks quietly, the pain seemed to calm down a little but she still knows she needs to get to a hospital.

James pulls out his cell phone and sees he has no signal due to the weather. "Bloody hell."

Jillian looks at him wide eyed and feels panic set back in. She's about to ask him just to poof her out of there when the pain hits her again. She realizes she's most likely in labor at this point. She grabs James' hand without his permission, needing something to ground herself with.

James is out of his element and Jillian is stronger than he thought. His hand hurts but he says nothing about it because he's pretty sure his pain pales in comparison to hers at the moment. If he hadn't used so much magic today traveling between Forgotten Hollow, Windenburg and Brindleton Bay, he wouldn't be overcharged at the moment. He could just use Transportalate to get her back to her house or to the hospital.

"It's too soon." Jillian whines in pain. She's worried about her son. She was supposed to have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. She was supposed to not go into labor yet but it seems her son and her body have other plans. 

"Most babies' delivered at eight months are fully developed." James comments, that's what he's heard anyway. He's trying to comfort her. It feels weird to him but he's the only one here so it's up to him. 

Jillian still feels hot and can feel herself sweating even though she knows it's not warm in the room. She feels James touch her cheek and she blinks at him.

"Can you..." her voice is getting a bit hoarse and she's thirsty. She feels tired. "Transport me....to the hosp..ital?"

James frowns, almost ready to tell her he can't. Another spell could fry him to a crisp or worse. He watches her eyelids grow heavy and looks down at her swollen stomach. There's a chance if he doesn't take her, that the baby could die or everything would be fine. This isn't his problem. They're both nothing to him.

He bundles her back up and walks to the front door, heading outside. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He says through gritted teeth. He's annoyed with the situation but uses a spell to transport them to the nearest hospital, hoping he's not the one who dies in the process. 

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Lot is "Abandoned Home" by SavannahAS is up on the gallery.

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♢ Troubles Washed in the River ♢

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Male Reader

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

1,053 words

AO3 Post

Masterlist

ALSO DON'T KILL ME FOR THE WRITING THIS IS THE FIRST FULL FANFICTION THAT ISN'T A JOKE IN YEARS.

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You rub your eyes, taking in the bright sun that shone through them. Sat in your bedroll, you feel the same dreadful feeling you have for days now. You’ve had no motivation to even get yourself out of bed, let alone do anything productive. You stare down at your crossed legs, struggling to muster up the drive to pull yourself up and get some coffee. You hoped it might help you through this, as stupid as it felt.

You had to fight yourself just to wake up and start your morning. It took everything in you to not just sleep through the day. It took everything in you not to cry. You had no idea why you felt this sad. You’d been doing so much better these days, why you went back to this was beyond you. 

The sound of a familiar voice caught your attention. “Hey, you alright there?” 

Arthur leaned against one of the wooden poles that held up your tent, his hand rested on his belt.

Leaning back with your hands resting on your thighs, you give him a shrug. “I guess.” 

“That don’t sound like a guy who’s alright. Not to mention you’ve been glued to that bedroll for ‘bout three days now. What’s on yer mind?”

You looked off into the distance, contemplating his words. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you, but it seems like it’s too late now. You wished that if you didn’t answer he’d leave you alone and go on with his day, despite how unrealistic it was. The camp was anything but private, which had you even more bothered about telling him anything.

After a few moments of silence, Arthur spoke up. “How’s about we take a ride down to the river? It’ll get ya outta this tent.”

“Sure.” You used your hands to help you up on your feet. You felt heavier than you thought. Once up, you felt a throbbing pain in your head. Trying your hardest to ignore it, you trudged over to the hitching posts with Arthur.

Everything that you never paid any mind to now feels so tasking. Just getting on your horse feels impossible. You grip onto the saddle horn, foot lodged into the stirrup to help yourself up. You almost stumble and fall in the process. 

You notice Arthur gripping his reins, waiting for you.

“Sorry for makin’ ya wait, Arthur.” 

“Don’t pay it any mind. Let’s just get on.” Arthur’s horse trots through the wooded trail. You squeeze your horse’s ribs to cue it forward, following behind Arthur’s.

It wouldn’t be long before the two of you reached the Dakota River, riding down the hill that connected Horseshoe Overlook to the land near the water. 

Arthur pulled his horse to a stop at an open spot of grass near the river, a bit north from the town of Limpany. He unmounted and went to rest on the dirt, sat with his arm slung over his knee. He looked as if he were waiting for you to join him. 

You hop off of your horse and tie the reins to a nearby tree before going to sit by Arthur. A herd of deer gathered by the other side of the river, lapping up the flowing water. The tranquility of the scenery distracts you from your current situation. All you could focus on were the sounds of the chirping birds and leaves rustled from the faint wind.

“So, what’s been yer problem? I’d say you ain’t pullin’ yer weight around camp anymore, but you ain’t even eatin’. All anyone’s seen ya do these past few days is sleep or lie in your bedroll.” His gaze fixed on you. You couldn’t even look in his direction. 

You didn’t know how to put what you felt into words. You didn’t know how to explain to him why getting up in the morning felt like a constant fight, how you felt weighed down to the bedroll. That feeling of being so tired yet unable to sleep. You feared Arthur might not understand, or say that you were overreacting. 

“I don’t know, Arthur. I haven’t found the energy to get up. I feel exhausted but I can only get a couple hours of sleep, and I constantly feel on the verge of tears. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I haven’t felt like this in such a long time and it makes it extra upsetting that I’m back to this.” You choke back stray tears. The more you speak, the more you feel the waterworks come on.

“Back to this? It’s happened before?” 

“Yeah.” You wiped your eyes, vision turning cloudy from the tears. “Was on and off a lot. Used to have to get forced to eat or drink so I wouldn’t starve. I’ve done better for myself and it hasn’t happened in a few years. I have no idea what brought it on again, but now it feels worse than any other time.” 

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder. The touch was hesitant and awkward, yet the warmth still soothed you. “Well I’m.. not very sure how I can help ya. Whatever ya need, just holler for me, okay?” 

“Okay.” You nod and lean into his touch, head resting on his shoulder. Arthur tensed up from the sudden movement. His shoulders unbunched as he relaxed, his hand trickling down from your shoulder to your upper arm to pull you closer. Taking a quick glance at his face, you notice the faint red on his cheeks.

The two of you sat in silence, enjoying the soft embrace of one another. Above everything, you were glad to know Arthur would be there to support you. You knew this episode wouldn’t go away just like that, but having Arthur might lighten the load.

“Don’t tell a soul about any of this, y’hear?” 

“Don’t plan on it. Thank you, by the way. For gettin’ me up and out. Felt useless and guilty for rotting away like that.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself for it, now.” Arthur’s thumb rubbed against your upper arm in slow strokes. “We should be headin’ back to camp, don’t want people suspectin’ anything.” 

“Can’t we stay a bit longer? I only just got comfortable.”

Arthur sighs. “Only for a bit.”

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