#sam just wants the both of them to stop getting hurt like goddamn

[guroseinsei]

can't get the idea of zemo having a whole sword sticking out of his abdomen and still walking like nothing is wrong at all.

meanwhile bucky is ready to catch him and sam is just dead tired of his shenanigans and readies the first aid kit he's taken to carrying on him

[peachyfnaf]

Hello chatters. currently 8:30 in the morning, and I've been seeing a lot of Sun love going around (based btw) which reminded me that even though I don't yap about him nearly as much as I do Nexus, Sun was also given such a short end of the stick when it came to this arc.

I don't care for Monty, but I do love Puppet, but the way they both pressured Sun into choosing what to do with Nexus (New Moon at the time)??? that shit is so fucked. and yeah, because I am who I am (a Nexus apologist lol), I was mad and hurt when Sun was unable to tell them to not kill him. but unfortunately that tracks for him.

Sun's trauma response is, most of the time, to freeze. he's done it before when confronted by past Eclipse's, Bloodmoon's- if you're willing to use other dimensions as examples, Servant Sun quite literally froze and surrendered with his hands in the air out of fear when Old Moon first met him.

So, he did it again. he was put in a terrifying situation, and he froze. which led to Nexus freezing in space too amiright ahahahahhhhh

So, shit was already fucked for him at this point. because not only did he lose a close family friend (Solar), tried to help the other 3 through their grief and prioritizing their feelings over his own because he was- objectively- the least close with Solar, lose his brother to madness (which we now know there was like 10x more to that then just 'grief' makin' him act as he did. y'know. glares at Dark Sun and NSP), could basically do NOTHING as Earth was kidnapped by Ruin/Bloodmoon, and Nexus was blasted into space by Puppet.

And even though that was the end of that main arc, dude CONTINUED TO BE HANDED L'S AFTERWARDS. Old Moon being brought back by Monty (Monty.. >:[) without Sun even being asked about it first, Sun not being given the chance to properly heal from/mourn Nexus because O.M was now there, he filled his role, and O.M does not like Nexus. (chatters, I'm gonna warn you, ever since he came back, I've been an Old Moon hater. do not like that guy.) anD THEN EVERYTHING WITH DAZZLE/EVELYN??? july 16th of this year was like a very high peak in what's, to me, a very low-on-the-chart arc, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN SUN WAS OKAY DURING IT JFCCC. the TRAUMA he was reliving during that time HURTED

And even where he is now- he got his magic back, yuippee yayyy!!!

Because of it it seems like he's now intrinsically intertwined with NSP, and multiple people want to use him as a goddamn radar to find Wither Shards now. one of those people literally being The Creator, yaknow, like the stories Biggest Bad???

And another, "oooh, yaknow, that happeneddd, ahahahahhh.." was The Creator psychologically torturing him in one of the darkest SAMS eps' to date because of it.

AND. And, finally, the most recent episode that was Yapped to me about that well. 1, just made me hate O.M more, and 2, made me want to just wrap Sun in a blanket in front of a fireplace. The "Invaded By CRINGY FNAF in Vrchat" one. the way O.M spoke to Sun in that ep, the use of the gravely K.C voice that O.M only uses when making threats, I- I'll fuckin-

LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE. I HOPE WHEN YOU AND NEXUS INEVITABLY FIGHT YOU GET CLOCKED IN THE JAW FOR THAT ONE. GOOD LORD.

...I've been typing this for like 50 minutes, apparently I had a lot more to say when it came to Sun than I first thought DGAIEPHDWGWLAH

Canon. canon, please, let Sun do something. let him be the one to free Nexus from NSP corruption, because of how much he's been shown to be resilient to it. let Sun be the one to stop The Creator's next big scheme instead of Moon. let him do things as important as all the others instead of just cleaning. the pieces for him to do so are right there. now put them in place.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - How Not To Resurrect A Half Demon Lord

@lexiepiper @Ghostfox_fuyu

Being both an adventurer AND technically a monster wasn’t exactly the best mix to avoid fights, so it’s a good thing Danny actually LIKED fighting even if he couldn’t exactly ‘go hard’ against humans to avoid, you know, KILLING THEM. Other adventurers though? Yeah they didn’t exactly enjoy fighting what they thought was a weirdly powerful dungeon spawn.

Danny runs, skidding across the ground on his claws, the scrapping sound is loud but nowhere near the volume of the explosion happening right behind him. His tail nearly gets nicked! He’s not happy, not one bit. “WOULD YOU STOP THAT!”.

The mage with a frankly obscenely large hat damn near growls at him, which hey, growling was Danny’s thing. “Silence! Foul demon!”.

For fucks sake! Like yes, he gets that he looks like a demon. He gets that. But could people please just stop assuming that he belonged to whatever dungeon he and they happened to be in? This place was a goddamn lava dungeon, he was an ice demon with a black and white theme! Use your brain! Why would a fucking ice demon be in a lava dungeon!

Which, to be fair, him going into a lava dungeon wasn’t exactly smart or using his own brain; but Sam and Tuck thought this one would get them some sick ass gear so off they went. Of course they wound up getting separated, and of course Danny wound up running into other adventurers with the same idea as his party, and of course they mistook him for a dungeon beast. That’s his classic luck right there, everybody!

Ramming one set of claws into the wall and climbing up the hot rock as fast as he can, channeling some ice to his palms to avoid burning himself, it also was making some super cool-looking mist sizzle off of the rock so that was a neat bonus.

The adventurers trying to annihilate him seem to agree, the dude in black armour muttering to another mage with super orange hair, “hey if I equip ice gauntlets you think I could do that, it looks cool as Hell”. The mage whacks him over the head, ha!

Danny snorts to himself, jumping on to a ceiling stalactite of solid hot magma, ow ow ow ow ow, stupid ice core, stupid Tuck and Sam dragging him into a lava dungeon, stupid him for jumping onto solid magma, stupid stupid stupid. Ugh. But Danny does what Danny typically does when presented with pain, quips, shouting down, “why don’t you give up if you keep misting me!”. Ha! Good one, self. Ow.

The armoured guy chuckles, “I love it when monsters have a sense of humour, makes it so much more fun”, and hurls a goddamn spear at him. Nice, Danny can do spears and show off a little.

Danny launches himself down, grabbing the spear in between his teeth, fangs making it easy to keep the spear in there, and uses the spear head stabbing into the ground below to allow him to basically land going face down before gripping the shaft with his hands and spinning himself into an upright position. Him yanking it out of the ground and spinning it dramatically, grinning meanly, “oh I love free gifts, how’d you know it was my birthday?”, it’s totally not, he’s just being an asshole.

Big hat mage scowling at armoured guy quickly, “nice going, Salient”, then glaring back at Danny. Okay so armoured guy is named Salient, weird but okay. She shoots a fire last at Danny, Danny bats it away with the spear head snickering all the while. Then the other mage hits him with a holy-blast, because of course she does, and sends him into a wall.

He absolutely dropped the spear. Damn. He wanted to add that to his collection, which sure was definitely something he wasn’t doing before the whole resurrection gone wrong crap happened and he some how wound up getting his human souls wires crossed with Hell itself. A fuck up of hellish proportions.

Him shaking off the burn and sizzle from the holy power, at least still being kinda human and alive would stop that shit from outright smiting him, just burned and hurt like a motherfucker. The biggest annoyance his holy sensitivity usually caused him was not being able to use holy based healing potions… which were the cheapest kind aka the kind his party usually used to buy. Demonic based healing potions were the shit for him though, especially since he never had to worry about them debuffing or cursing him.

Orange hair mage huffs, “damn it, that didn’t do it”, scowling, “this place has some seriously strong demons, we might have use a hearth stone if it keeps up like this”.

Danny sticks his hands out to the side, tail twitching, “or maybe! Think a little and realise I’m not from this freaking dungeon!”.

“As if we’d believe a snake tongued demon!”.

Okay that’s just rude! It took him a very long time to learn how to talk with a forked tongue and he had to put up with a lot of mocking from Tuck! He sticks his tongue out at the group before having to climb up a wall again to avoid some thunder bolts from big hat mage and an arch of fire from Salient’s sword. At least he’d learned not to throw solid objects that Danny could grab, progress; progress for them and not him specifically. A very unfortunate specific.

Danny sending out a bit of icy flames that glowed black with his demonic energy to destroy another flame arch from Salient while moving sideways across the wall, he hates this dungeon it’s too fucking hot, goddamn. Zipping up to the ceiling and smacking his claws and palms on it, sending out a powerful wave of pure cold to force the ceiling to start snowing, which of course turns into very hot burning rain by the time it gets down to ground level. The party starts screaming and ducking for cover, that was surprisingly more effective than he expected and he absolutely had not intended to basically rain down boiling demonic water on them. Oops. He figured the snow would melt but not to the point of becoming boiling hot! How much energy was his core expending just to keep him fucking cool in this goddamn hellscape?!?

Danny skittering his way across the ceiling and in-between a gap between a stalactite and the dungeon ceiling, shouting a quick, “not trying to boil ya! Sorry!”. As he goes. Maybe they’ll be too busy hiding to realise where he’s tucked himself away. That would be nice, real nice.

“What kind of demon says sorry!”.

Don’t quip back, don’t quip back, don’t quip back. He’s trying to hide and quiping will fuck that up… “MY SORRY DEMONIC ASS!”, ah goddamn it, why does he do this to himself? Unsurprisingly the stalactite his hiding above gets fucking shot at by a holy bullet. That’s… that’s not great. Those sucked to get hit by and he’d one hundred percent need to be resurrected again if that shit hits his core enough times. But hey! Maybe that would un-demon him! Stupid plan, but hey! At least it is a plan! Plus that did not work when he accidentally fell into a pit of pure holy water. That had been the worst.

The stalactite gets shot at again, this time piercing through it and skimming his shoulder; him making his lip bleed by biting down to avoid yelping. Still hissing out a, “bloody hell”, though, because he could never just shut the fuck up could he? Also, he is officially panting, because it is too fucking hot here and his breath is making a bunch of mist aka giving away his spot more than his stupid quip did. Fuck him entirely.

He’s got three options:

One: start killing adventures like a proper full demon.

Two: overheat and pass out, possibly falling into hard ground or a pool of lava only to be descended upon by adventurers who would definitely hit unconscious him with a holy attack.

Three: leave his hiding spot and start looking for cooler areas while avoiding getting hit or doing any major hitting.

Four: use a hearth stone to teleport out of the dungeon, seems like the obvious choice right? Except when Danny’s half demon ass did that he wound up in Hell every time and Sam and Tuck would have to go through the hassle of getting him back out of there. That crap always resulted in them having to track down yet another ice dungeon and use forbidden demon summoning magic. Meanwhile he’d go throwing hands with demons for however long it took his friends to get him. Not ideal.

Then it turns out that there’s actually a fifth option, a wall blowing up and sending his bullet hole riddled stalactite crashing down towards the ground and exploding in hot semi solid magma. OW! Danny sputtering and shaking himself off aggressively, “oh fuck! Bloody hell! Me damn fuck it! Stupid fucking lava dungeon! Stupid fucking adventurers! Where’s my teammates when I me damn need them!”.

“Shit since when do goddamn demons team up! We need to hurry this up!”.

Then there’s a very loud thump, Danny squinting his fucking burning eyes up at the noise, fuck yeah! It’s Tuck! Nice! The guy’s landed directly on top of the orange haired mage, pointing his fricken lightning cross bow right in her face. The Salient guy getting hurled into a wall by vines seconds later, and a few more seconds and said vines are on fire and brunt to a crisp.

The big hat mage jumping back from the newbies assaulting her group, “great, how many different kinds of demonic vermin does this dungeon have!”, her creating an explosion with electricity to make something of a smoke screen for her to grab Salient out of the hole in the wall the guy made.

But! BUT! That puts their backs to Danny, and Danny might object to killing people but he did not object to bruising them up some. Meaning he launches himself at them, grabbing the back of both of their necks, and slams them into the ground; using his tail to tie their ankles all together. He also grabs the hat mages hat with his teeth and eats the fucking thing as a probably insane looking show of superiority.

Tuck, not looking at Danny and still staring violently down at orange hair mage, “you good, Danny-man?”.

Danny growling, “I’m annoyed, burnt, and vaguely considered making y'all haul me outta hell again for dragging me to this shit ass place”.

Sam walking calmly through the destroyed wall and into where they all are, “honestly I hate this place too. My plant magic is completely useless and I wrecked my helm”.

Danny snorting, “ha! Serves you right!”, he gets elbowed in the chin by Salient for being distracted. But well, an elbow, even armoured, isn’t gonna do much to Danny, so he just growls down at the man while said elbow is being pressed up into his chin.

Tuck snorts at the scene, “I’d stop that, Danny’s an obsidian rank combat warrior”. The mage beneath him scowling, “that is a demon spawn or are you fucking blind?”.

Danny takes offence to that, demon wise he was on par with a demon lord! Not a freaking basic hell spawn! “Excuse you!”. But Tuck laughs at Danny’s expense, “that’s what you get for never fighting back, moron”. Danny sticks his tongue out at the guy.

Sam shaking her head as she walks over to Danny, “seriously, if they attacked you first who cares if you hurt them”, grabbing the unconscious ex-hat mage out from Danny’s grasp, shit he hadn’t actually realized he’d knocked her out. Whoops. Sam pointing a finger at Salient, whose elbow is still pressed into Danny’s chin, “you wouldn’t be holding your own for shit if Danny took you seriously”.

“Pfft, I could take him”.

The orange hair mage snapping, “are you serious right now?! You are literally being pinned down you idiot!”.

Danny nodding, “glad we’re on the same page on that”; rolling his shoulders as he can feel some of the burning healing itself, he’d be healing a hell of a lot faster if he wasn’t in this damn hot lava dungeon though.

Tuck rolling his eyes before staring down at the orange hair mage, “look. Danny’s an adventure, he literally has a license on him right now. The only reason he’s in this dungeon is ‘cause we heard there was some bomb ass equipment in here, same as you guys probably”.

Sam laughing a bit meanly as she gives the ex-gay mage a healing potion since Danny probably gave her a concussion, “Danny’s not a ‘hell spawn’ he’s a fucked up resurrection spell gone wrong”.

Salient snorting, “prove it! And how the Hell did that happen?”. Danny snickers, “hell happened”; Tuck moving his crossbow out of orange hair mages face specifically to shoot Danny with it.

“Ow! You jerk!”.

Unfortunately orange hair takes that opportunity to blast Tuck nearly point blank in the stomach with a holy blast, sending him smashing up into the ceiling. Oh Hell fucking no, attacking Danny was one thing, he was a demon-looking mother fucker and could take hits like a champ; attacking his friends was a whole ass nother matter. At least Sam catches Tuck with some vines as he starts falling down from the ceiling and Tuck wasn’t knocked out by the attack.

Still though. Danny is none too impressed. And he refuses to tolerate a repeat of that, so just as the orange haired friend hurting asshat gets herself up off of the ground Danny lets himself loose more than a little bit. Limbs extending, spines pulling up out of his upper back and shoulders, second set of kudu horns extending out, ribs cracking and expanding through and over his torso skin to settle into a bigger form, that stupid gharial crocodile skull boiling and forming out of and off of his head; him all but shoving orange hair back into the ground and pinning her there with a single hand. Slamming the other hand down near her face, using a foot to keep the Salient guy pinned. Danny snarling, snout opening right over the mages face, “shoot at me all you want but you don’t get to hurt what’s mine”.

Tuck’s shaking off all that holy power, grumbling about stupid trigger happy adventurers as if he wasn’t one himself and stomps over to fucking shoot orange hair in the face with some sand; her unable to do anything about it because of Danny.

Salient muttering, “holy fucking shit, goddamn”. While Sam stops over to him, Sam smacking Danny’s ankle, “give over your license, you demonic horror”. Danny huffing out an icy breath in orange hairs face, moving his tail to use the many little quill hair spines on it to grab out his license from his torso inside his ribs, slipping it into her hands, “thank you”, she shoves the license in the probable warriors face, “see? Adventurer. You really think Clementine would approve him without goddamn checking him and his bullshit out?”.

He grunts from under Danny’s foot, “fair ‘nough. You tryin’ to crush me here?”.

Danny huffing another icy breath, “maybe”. Sam smacks his ankle again so Danny, with a shrug, lifts up his foot and lets the guy up. Danny thinks some mild crushing is totally deserved in this case, even if that was maybe influenced by these guys hurting his friends and making him feel all possessive and shit. Demon crap could be so annoying; being in this hot ass place only making it more annoying.

Salient rolls over and sits up, rolling his shoulders, “ow yeah, definitely not a spawn, damn”, eyeing himself over, “aw man, you cracked my shoulder pad. License doesn’t look fake though so”, looking up at Danny, “bad ass ability though”.

Danny tilts his skull head at the guy before looking back down to orange hair, “you gonna keep trying to annihilate me?”.

“You’re a demon”.

“And?”, lifting the hand that isn’t pinning her and waving it around dismissively, “it’s only a by half thing anyway”.

Tuck chuckling down at her, “need I point out that Danny could absolutely just crush you right now? Yeah, okay, so he’s sorta a demon, and sorta dead and not dead, but he’s not confined to a dungeon or Hell and he’s an adventurer. adventurers run into weird shit all the time, it’s not his fault he is the weird shit”. The girl glares but sighs, clearly giving up, so Danny basically forces himself to compact, puffing icy steam everywhere. Tuck grinning, “so dramatic”.

Danny pointing a normal standard human length clawed finger in the guys face, “hey, if there’s one thing I do well, besides confusing people and myself, it is dramatics”; if he was gonna be stuck as some weird dead but not dead, from the afterlife Hell but not from Hell, then he can be an overdramatic asshole about it.

Orange hair gets up immediately and moves over to the still unconscious ex-hat mage, muttering, “good, they didn’t poison her or anything. Damn demon worshipers”. Oh for fucks sake, was it really that hard to understand that he was a good guy and just a weird but typical adventurer? Ugh. Plus! He’s definitely a higher rank than her, so rude.

Salient standing up and shaking himself off, shouting at his teammate, “Lily good?”; nice, Danny’s got another name.

Orange hair sighs, “yeah. They didn’t do anything to her besides knock her out”. Oh everyone’s a critic.

Danny rolling his eyes and huffing, “you say that like you guys weren’t trying to fucking destroy me. Again, you gonna keep doing that shit? ‘Cause I’m positive all three of us outrank you guys, we just don’t exactly want to start having to fucking kill people just because people keep thinking I’m a me damned dungeon monster”.

Sam shaking her head and moving to be over by Tuck and Danny, “at least they didn’t think you were the dungeon boss this time”.

“Oh Hell that had been such a pain”.

Salient chuckles and looks at him, “you make a lot of ‘Hell’ comments and shit”.

Danny shrugging with a smirk, “hey if I’ve gotta be slightly, vaguely, hell bound then I might as well take the piss outta it”.

Orange hair glaring at Salient, “seriously? You’re making friendly with it now?”.

Danny pouts, “hey, rude much”. While Sam and Tuck laugh at him meanly.

Salient shoves her, “chill, aren’t adventurers supposed to at least try to get along. At least he’s not another psycho paladin who's just using his god as an excuse to commit way too much murder”.

Danny’s entire little party nodding, “yeah fuck paladins”. Earning them a scowl from orange hair, “we all know why you demon-lovers wouldn’t like paladins”.

Then Lily groans a little, sitting up and holding her head, “well at least I’m alive”.

Danny snorting, “yeah I have a thing against committing murder”.

“That is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard a demon say”.

Danny pouts at her. He gets that demons have a terrible rap, an earned terrible rap, but cut a guy some slack will ya? It would be so nice if he could shapeshift to look fully human, he bets that in some other universe he definitely could and he is jealous of that version of him. Stupid fucker probably got all the super sneaky useful abilities. Like being able to turn invisible or something, that would have been so useful today. Ugh.

Lily looking to her party members, “so care to explain what’s going on here?”.

“Demon dude is a legit adventurer, licensed and everything”.

Orange hair just grumbles incomprehensibly.

Sam crossing her arms at the three, “I’m Sam, platinum rank herbalist and green mage. The one with the crossbow is Tucker, silver rank earth mage and gear smith. And the half demon, that you are to stop attacking, is Danny, obsidian rank combat warrior as already mentioned; he’s also a weapons smith and death magic apprentice. Yes he’s a resurrection spell gone wrong, he did it to himself somehow, but people screw up spells all the time so whatever”.

Danny shrugging, “I mean, typically they don’t screw up so impressively they fuck up half their genetic species but yeah”; Sam swats him one, expertly avoiding the horns.

Salient snorts, “you’re a death magic apprentice and you made your self half dead? WOW you suck”.

“Hey!”, Danny puts a hand to his chest, “technically it’s useful, this way I can actually go to one of the death planes now without slowly dying”.

Lily shakes her head disbelievingly, “ridiculous and inane”, gesturing at herself, “Lily, steel rank lightning high mage”, gesturing at Salient, “Salient, silver rank knight”, gesturing at orange hair, “Gemine, iron rank white mage and apprentice priestess”. Tilting her head, “why is an obsidian with a platinum and a silver? He’s three and four ranks above you two respectively?”.

Danny waves her off immediately, “eh, I was gold before the demon shit fucked my shit up. And I am the leader so it’s not that odd”. Sam nodding, “if anything it’s weirder that an iron is travelling with a silver”.

Gemine scowling, muttering to herself, “of course the demon is the leader, disgusting”. Lily cuffs her over the head, making the girl pout. Lily nodding, “demons are more powerful than the living so I suppose that is logical, and a lower rank priestess will best any higher rank warrior”, glancing around, “where’s my hat?”.

Sam and Tuck stare at Danny judgingly, him rubbing his neck, “I ate it?”; it was a heat of the moment thing okay! He makes really dumb decision when he’s put on the spot!

Salient nodding with a smirk, “yeah, it was pretty weird”.

Danny pouting, “I’m not paying you back for it”, twitching, “and can we get the fuck out of this hot ass place already?”, looking at Sam and Tuck, “if you found nothing good I’m gonna be so annoyed”. Sam rolling her eyes and digging in her bag, pulling out a little unassigned demon core. Yum! Him brightening up immediately, “oh nice! This was so worth getting shot by holy bullets!”.

“Danny!”.

“Dude what!”.

Danny grabbing the core and biting into it, much to the disgust of his unwitting onlookers, “eh it was just a shoulder nick and I am literally covered in lava and holy light burns so that’s kinda not what I’m focused on”. Basically dumping the demonic energy down his gullet with a happy purr.

Salient pulling a face, “wow that is disgusting, awesome”. Lily sighs tiredly before gesturing at Danny’s party, “so are we good to just go our separate ways?”. Danny’s down for that, his burns were healing much better now even if he was still hot as hell.

Sam crossing her arms, “depends on if you’re going to keep harassing Danny”; Danny’s just content to lick his chops in demonic satisfaction. Gemine pouting, “I won’t be able to vanquish him so fine, I won’t”.

Danny giving her a thumbs up, “that’s the spirit, now let’s get the hell outta this furnace before my core decides I deserve to over heat”. Sam and Tuck roll their eyes at him and laugh, Tuck patting his shoulder as they all turn to wander off to the exit. The other party of adventurers awkwardly heading deeper into the dungeon.

Danny stretching a little, going all demon always made him feel like his bones were all fucked up and needed a stretching, “so find anything else?”.

“Lightning bolt in a bottle”.

“Bone dagger. Lots of bone daggers”.

“Oh and a whole ass dragon hide, it’s in the dimensional pocket”.

“We did put all the random gem stones in there too right”.

“Uh…”.

“Damn it, Tucker”.

Danny laughs to himself, shaking his head. This day was some bullshit but at least they didn’t leave empty handed, and wasn’t finding treasure and getting to throw fist-a-cuffs the whole point of being an adventurer? Even if he’d rather be beating up dungeon monsters than constantly having to duke it out with other adventurers.

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Of course they don’t even make it a full day before running into the very same party. At least this time they’re at the adventurers guild so there’s no way he’s gonna get attacked again.

Gemine blinking at Danny, “so you actually can leave the dungeon”.

Danny rolling his eyes, “yeah it’s almost like I was telling the truth or something”. Hell, he seldom lied about shit, people just thought it was all too ridiculous to be true.

Lily looks to the desk lady, quirking an eyebrow then gesturing at the demon in the room. Juhe blinking and smiling, understanding quickly, “yes the demon is welcome here, yes he’s an adventurer, no you’re not allowed to vanquish him, and no he’s not mind controlling anyone”.

Salient chuckles, putting a hand on his hip, “wow it sounds like this happens a lot”. Tuck shaking his head, “you have no idea”; before Sam goes up to make their report to the guild master. Technically Danny’s supposed to do that, being the leader and all, but head office had a barrier around it and they refused to take it down just for Danny’s sorry ass, meaning compromises were made.

Danny nodding at the guy, “anytime we go into a dungeon and run into a party that hasn’t met me before, it turns into a fight”, rubbing his neck, “which has earned me the title of adventurers bane since I keep basically having to beat down adventurers until they give up”.

Juhe nodding, “and he helps out the enforcers sometimes, since he can be quite the intimidating presence”.

“Boo, having a demonic aura isn’t my fault, and if just a simple demonic aura is enough to scare someone they probably shouldn’t be an adventurer”.

“You forget most adventurers do gathering quests and less dangerous dungeons”.

“Pah!”.

“You also forget that your demonic aura is that of a demon lord not a simple spawn or lesser demon”.

Danny’s only response to that is a pout.

Lily had been about to go up and make her own report, one foot stopping in midair, “that one is… a demon lord?”, and looks very concerned at Danny. While Salient grins to himself, “sweet, I got to fight a demon lord. Man that’s cool”.

Danny blinks, shrugging, “I was a wee bit miffed about suddenly being very literally in hell one time, not the time I fucked my resurrection up, and went demon killing happy. Two might have been demon lords and one was definitely a death god”.

All three look at him in shock, horror, or looking just plan impressed in Salient’s case. Lily shaking her head, “alright, you very well could have annihilated us”.

Johe glancing at some paperwork, “you three are silver, steel, and iron? Yes, you would not have stood a chance if taken seriously by him. He’s officially listed as obsidian, but he’s closer to iridium, which still stands as our highest class”.

Danny blushing, “aw shucks”.

“Don’t you ‘aw shucks’ me, if you’re that flattered then stop leaving your tail quills in the lobby wall”.

“Hey! It has a mind of its own”.

“It’s still attached to you, ain’t it?”.

Danny pouts at her, tail twitching near the ground, he’s half tempted to stab the wall with it just to be petty. He did petty very very well after all.

Lily shakes herself before finally going up to give her report; Danny absolutely hearing Sam whisper a threat at her, “Danny’s a lot nicer than the rest of us, don’t pull that shit with him again or else I won’t hesitate using a mind vine to make you break your party members”, as they pass in the stairway. He makes a point to roll his eyes disappointedly at her when she makes it down fully.

His friends were great but so over protective and possessive of him, it was nice but also a pain. She rolls her eyes right back at him as the three of them head out, waving bye to Salient and Gamine as more of a form of pleasantries than genuine fond fair-wells or whatever. They ain’t friends and weren’t gonna suddenly become them, something Danny was frankly fully uninterested in. He had his Sam and Tuck and was definitely not interested in sharing them.

End.

Prompts: Fantasy/rpg setting. Danny died, but the resurrection spell went wrong, and now he’s trapped as something not quite dead but not fully alive either. Not that he’d ever let that stop him from becoming an adventurer, even if he does get mistaken as a resident dungeon monster by other adventuring parties every now and then… Demon!au

[stardustbarbarians]

Dial Drunk

A Samuel Kiszka / Daniel Wagner fic

Tags: angst disguised as humor, drinking, getting arrested, sam-centric

Trigger Warnings: implied alcoholism

A/N: Hi guys I swear I'm alive. Good Omens just has me in a goddamn chokehold rn. Anyway, I recently became obsessed with Noah Kahan and so this is the result. Cover made by the incomparable @ofthecaravel (thank you, Karou <3). Title from Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan (once again, not required, but I highly encourage you listen to it). Enjoy!

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I'll dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

Sam was sloshed. And wasn’t that just the understatement of the century. He’d stumbled into this bar after the other one had kicked him out yelling something about him needing to stop causing a ruckus. It didn’t matter. 

What did matter was that the alcohol flowing through his veins was encouraging him to make the worst of decisions. His brain had long been soaked in tequila, taking close to ten plus shots over the course of the night. 

“Another,” he slurred out, slamming his empty glass on the bar to alert the bartender. He realized that he couldn’t focus his eyes on the man and something in the back of his mind told him that was cause for concern. Another shot would shut it up. 

“No, son. I’m cutting you off,” the bartender informed him sternly. At least, that’s what Sam thought he said. 

“I don’ CARE. Gimme ANOTHER,” Sam yelled, slamming the empty glass so hard onto the bar that it made the ice inside fly out and onto the floor. 

The bartender made for the glass, saying something about shattering it and getting Sam hurt. Sam, despite his sluggish brain, was able to yank it away and out of reach. 

“NO!!” 

The barman huffed and made another attempt at reaching for the glass Sam was holding. He pulled back even further to get out of the man’s reach only to find himself falling flat on his back onto the floor. 

“Yeah, you’ve had enough,” the patron on Sam’s right had declared. She got up from her stool and plucked the glass from his hand, Sam too stunned to try and fight her. 

The drunk slowly picked himself up off the floor, heavily relying on the arm the woman who took his glass offered. She was a burly woman, probably worked on the assembly line in the auto plant right down the road. She easily hoisted him up, Sam being about as heavy as a boiled noodle. 

The young man slurred out what he thought was a thank you, but it came out as more of a “thaa-oo” than actual words. 

Sam, still leaning on the woman without realizing it, locked eyes with the barman. “More.” 

“No. You’re done. If you’d like me to pour you a glass of water, I’d be more than happy to.” The man lifted his chin up just a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. 

It finally seemed to get through the sea of tequila that was Sam’s brain that he’d been cut off. Well, he understood that this gentleman was no longer serving him. And nothing as trivial as one person would stop him from getting what he wanted. 

Finally, he pulled away from the woman he was leaning against and rounded the opening in the bar. Unfortunately for Sam, this particular barman had guessed that would be his next move the minute he formulated the plan in his mind. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Sam was able to round the bar, but ran right into the bartender. Sam was hardly fazed, making a reach for one of the bottles of tequila behind the man. 

“If you don’t quit it, I will throw you out,” the bartender warned, pushing Sam’s arm down. He wouldn’t quit, trying to move past the annoying man to get his desired drink. 

“C’mon, man!” Sam was rapidly becoming more frustrated, his attempts becoming increasingly more violent. He eventually planted both of his palms onto the man’s chest and shoved him back. He stumbled a step or two but was able to recover, using his forearm to pin Sam against the bar. It hurt as it pressed into the small of his back, his arms attempting to shove the unwanted touch off of him. 

“Call 911 and tell them we’ve got a reckless drunk here,” the bartender ordered, looking at the woman who helped Sam to his feet. Sam was vaguely aware that his end goal was coming to fruition, but he was too preoccupied with screaming at the bartender to “get off me” and shoving his arm off. 

It was within the blink of an eye that Sam was being yanked from his shirt off the bar. He came face to face with the man he recognized as the bouncer. 

“Get a grip, man,” his deep voice growled out. Sam, whose brain was long past thinking through his actions, did probably the stupidest thing he could’ve. 

“Get OFF!!” he roared before rearing back and punching the man in the face. He stumbled back a few steps, nursing his jaw. But most importantly, he released the grip he held on Sam’s shirt. 

He took the opportunity and bolted for the door. Unfortunately for Sam, other patrons in the bar had begun to take notice of the massive disturbance he was causing. As he made for the exit, about four people took action and tackled him to the ground. He attempted fighting back, only to find himself completely pinned to the floor. 

“Take him outside,” the bouncer ordered from somewhere behind Sam. He felt hands strongly grasp him by the shoulders and pinning his hands behind him as he was marched out the front door. He tried to thrash against the hold on him, but it was no use. He was completely restrained. When they reached it, Sam was pushed forward out the swinging door. 

“Thanks, guys. I’ve got it from here,” the bouncer announced. The hands left his arms and shoulders. However, he wasn’t able to make an escape like he wished. Instead, he felt a tight grip on his shirt from behind him. He wasn’t getting anywhere. 

Sam was forcefully sat down on the curb, that hand on his shirt never leaving. He attempted running a few times, but each time he was yanked back violently. After the third time, he’d given up when he scraped his elbow on the rain-slick concrete. Since when did he get woozy at the sight of blood?

“You ain’t going nowhere until the cops take you away for punching me, you son of a bitch,” the bouncer spat, using the hold on Sam to yank him back once more. He sat on the curb, the cold of the rain sinking through the thin material of his shirt and seeping into his skin. He had to keep wiping the rain off his face, droplets trickling down his skin. His breath ghosted out of his mouth with each exhale, a chill long since setting into his bones. 

It wasn’t long until Sam saw the lights in the distance, the wailing of the sirens following quickly after. The cruiser with “sheriff” painted along the door pulled up right next to the entrance, an officer stepping out a moment later. That’s when the reality of the situation sunk in for him. 

When he finally looked up into the face of the policeman - having difficulty with the bright lights burning his retinas - Sam groaned. Could his luck have been any worse? 

“Samuel,” the officer greeted, a cold amusement in his tone. He had his arms crossed over his chest, a corner of his mouth twitched upwards. It was hard to see behind his large mustache, but right as rain, it was there. 

“Deputy Russell,” Sam grumbled, a pained look on his face. 

“How come when we got the call for a drunk and disorderly I knew you’d be the one waiting for me at the bar?” Deputy Russell towered over Sam from his involuntary seat on the curb, the latter having to crane his neck in order to look at him. 

Sam buried his head in his hands, groaning loudly. He felt like a scolded toddler after breaking a window. Except, this was significantly worse. 

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ve just got a crush on me, Alexander,” Sam managed to say relatively comprehensively. He even managed a pretty charming smile. 

That earned him a laugh from the policeman, albeit a small one. Still, it gave Sam hope that he’d go easy on him. 

“You’re not my type, Sam,” Russell lightly commented, his attention turning away from him to the bouncer, “Alright, tell me what he did this time.” He produced a small flipbook and pen from his brown rain jacket that had light brown piping along the arms and his badge embroidered onto the left breast pocket. 

The bouncer launched into a lengthy account of the events of the night; how Sam became increasingly violent as people tried to stop him. He became a lot more animated when he got to the part where Sam socked him. 

“...And that’s when we dragged his sorry, skinny ass outside. He tried making a break for it a few times, but he never got away,” the bouncer finished, his hand never leaving Sam’s shirt. It was probably going to be permanently stretched at that point. That’s not even mentioning the crimson staining the fabric from the injury on his elbow. Pity, Sam liked this shirt. 

With a sigh, Deputy Russell finished taking his notes on the bouncer’s story. “Did he manage to hit anyone else?” 

“You’d have to ask Jerry about that one. I only intervened when he went behind the bar,” the bouncer answered. 

 There was a deep-seated look of disappointment that had crept onto his face as the bouncer went further and further into his account of the night. The deputy scribbled something else down on his paper before flipping it closed. 

“Arlight, Sam. You know the drill,” the deputy sighed in a resigned tone as he removed the cuffs from his belt. 

He knew this part was coming. It was what he was hoping for. 

“Breaking out the cuffs tonight? Awww, Alexander, what’s the occasion?” Sam teased. He rose up from his spot on the curb; or, at least, he tried to. The bouncer still had his hand fisted in Sam’s shirt and he ended up nearly falling onto his face if it weren’t for Deputy Russell’s lightning-fast reflex to grab Sam by the shoulders. 

“You’ve proven that you can’t be trusted,” Russell grunted, righting Sam on his feet before twirling him around. 

The metal of the cuffs was cold as they dug into the skin of his wrists. It didn’t help the chill that had nestled into his bones at all. The noise as they snapped into place was a unique one - a cross between a snap and a creak - and one that was not unfamiliar to Sam. 

“Hope you rot in that cell,” the bouncer spat as he watched the young man get loaded into the back of the patrol car. 

“And that shiner looks real cute on you. I can give you another one as soon as I’m out, sweetheart!” 

“I didn’t hear that,” Deputy Russell firmly stated, accentuating his point with the slam of the car door. It wasn’t that he was trying to get Sam out of trouble, he just didn’t want to add another charge atop his mountains of assault paperwork he would have to file in the incident report. 

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“Samuel Kiszka… I should’ve known it was you,” someone drawled from within the precinct. Sam knew that voice all too well. 

“You owe me a twenty, Alice,” Deputy Russell yelled as he hauled Sam inside. 

Sheriff Alice Langston was the best Sheriff the county had seen since 1967. She wasn’t a strict by-the-book woman, but knew when someone deserved some leeway and when they deserved the wrath of God. She was in her mid fifties, gray streaking her black hair that was always pulled back into a very professional bun. Smile lines had creased themselves besides her dark brown eyes along with the ridges in her forehead. 

“You thought someone else was being an annoying drunk?? Alice, I am deeply hurt…” Sam joked, his face pulling into a look of fake offense. He was rather good at acting and perhaps in another life he would’ve pursued a life on the stage rather than attempting to break the local record of most arrests before 30 years of age. 

“What can I say, I’m an optimist,” she replied to Sam before turning to her deputy, “what did he do this time?” 

“The usual. Drank himself stupid until someone tried to stop him and got violent,” Deputy Russell recounted, a wariness in his voice that came with months of dealing with Sam’s tiring behavior. 

Sheriff Langston put her hands on her hips and shook her head. A sigh that originated deep within her bones escaped her lips. “When is this going to stop, Sam?” 

Sam just shrugged his shoulders. “When I’m dead, perhaps.”

The sheriff placed a hand on her forehead, her fingers rubbing at her temples. Sam knew how much of a pain he was to the local law enforcement and underneath all of his heartache, Sam was sorry for it. But, it was the only way he could have a valid excuse for calling him. So he wasn’t going to stop until Sam finally got his ex back. 

“Lock him up,” Sheriff Langston ordered her deputy with a sigh. 

“Wait, wait. Don’t I get my phone call first?” Sam frantically asked, his head whipping around back and forth in order to try and get a better look at Deputy Russell who was behind him. It made his head spin even more and increased his feeling of nausea, his stomach churning aggressively and making Sam want to keel over. 

“Not this time, I’m afraid,” Langston informed as she made her way to her office.

“That’s not fair!! I want my one call!” Sam screamed, attempting to wriggle away from the deputy’s grasp on his arms. It wasn’t as effective as he hoped given the fact that he could hardly walk unassisted and was about one sharp movement away from vomiting all over the carpet of the precinct… again. 

“And I want a million dollars. We don’t all get what we want, Kiszka,” Deputy Russell grunted as he moved Sam towards the holding cells. 

Sam was uncuffed before he was pushed into a holding cell, the door slamming behind him with a resounding finality. It echoed off the walls of the holding area, making the pounding in Sam’s head worsen. 

“Can I at least get a towel or something?? I’m gonna die of hypothermia at this rate,” Sam pleaded, his hands wrapped around the bars and pressing his face in the space between them. 

With an eye roll dramatic enough to win him a Tony award, Deputy Russell turned on his heel and disappeared out of the hold cell area and down a hallway that Sam had never been down. A few minutes later, he reappeared with a beach towel in his hand. 

“Thank y-” his gratitude was cut short with the towel being thrown in his face. Sam, in his drunken state, fumbled the folded cloth for a moment before he secured it in his hands. He was just thankful he managed to grab it before it touched the floor. He knew firsthand how fucking disgusting the floors of these cells were. And considering his shoes were sticking to the floor, he’d rather not let the thing he wanted to wipe his face with touch it. 

He unfolded it without ceremony. He had to laugh at the fact that Ariel was featured prominently on it. The towel was probably one that came from Russell’s personal locker, one he probably took from home. He had a daughter who was now in her teens; Sam had seen pictures and heard stories from Russell about her. Sweet kid. Brilliant. 

Sam threw the towel over his head and began scrubbing his hair, the droplets dripping off the strands and down the skin of his face and back had been driving him crazy since he was thrown in the patrol car. Next he patted his body down, knowing it was nearly futile as he was soaked to the bone. Once he was done with that, he threw his hair up into a towel tie, thankful the wretched stuff was off his neck. He liked how long his hair had grown - to the middle of his back - but it was certainly a pain to maintain. 

“So. Just us again, huh?” Sam asked Deputy Russell after he’d finished toweling off. 

“Yes, considering god hates me,” the officer grumbled under his breath. 

“Awww, I’m not that bad."

The glare that the deputy threw at him was deadly. Maybe he wasn’t as much of a loveable nuisance as he’d thought. 

“Tell you what. I’ll cut you a deal,” Sam began, his hands back around the bars as he got as close to the deputy as his enclosure would allow him. 

“Because you’re in a position to negotiate,” Russell laughed, the sound bordering humorless. He’d taken his hat and rain jacket off at that point. One of his hands had come up to his face to fiddle with his mustache, a habit he tended to enact while he was idle. 

“You give me my phone call and I’ll keep my mouth shut for the rest of the night,” Sam continued, ignoring the deputy’s comment. 

“Not happening, Sam.” Deputy Russell’s voice was stern, the words a finality. 

“I’ll praise the flag-”

“Nope.” 

“I’ll kiss your badge-” 

“No.”

“I’ll change my fucking faith-”

“Nice try.”

“Man, why?? Why the hell won’t you let me call anybody??” Sam whined, going so far as to stomp his foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Though, to be fair to the toddlers, they sounded far more mature than Sam just had. 

“Because,” the deputy began slowly, his patience already wearing thin, “Sheriff Langston said so.” 

With another frustrated stomp of his foot, Sam groaned petulantly. It wasn’t fair! He always got his phone call and all of the sudden they just cut him off??

“That’s not a valid reason and you know it, Alex!” 

“It is fair.” 

“How?? ‘Because I said so’ is the answer you give to a child!” 

“Well,” the deputy leaned forward in his chair, hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, “maybe if you started to act like an adult, I’ll treat you like one.” 

Sam groaned in frustration, hitting his head on one of the bars in front of him. 

“You know I’m just going to keep asking until I get what I want.” It was very much a threat thinly veiled as a promise. 

“Oh, I know.” The deputy turned his attention away from his prisoner and onto a book he just pulled out of one of the desk drawers. Sam only got a glimpse of the cover and in his drunken state it took him a lot longer to process the two word title: Good Omens. 

Well, if Sam was anything, he was a man of his word.

Taking a deep breath, Sam began singing. “Baby shark, doo-doo-do-doo-doo-doo…”

This went on for about twenty minutes - Sam singing Baby Shark on loop - and he had to admit he was impressed. The deputy had put up a pretty good resistance, but Sam was nothing if not a stubborn bastard. 

“FINE!! YOU WIN!!” Russell yelled, his hands unclamping from his ears to ball into fists onto the desk. 

Sam ceased his singing, a victorious smile spreading across his lips. It didn’t fall in the slightest as he was yanked out of the cell and put back in handcuffs. 

The deputy maneuvered the criminal towards the payphone that hung on the far wall of the precinct. It was an ancient thing, probably having not been replaced since the mid 70s. There were marks all over it in multiple colors of Sharpie, more than a few of them cursing out the police. Gouges and scratches littered the once proud, shiny, black plastic. A seat was placed just to the left of it, equally as trashed as the payphone itself. 

Before Sam was set down in the seat, Deputy Russell removed a cuff off one of Sam’s wrists before moving his arms from behind his back to in front of him. He then snapped the cuff onto the arm of the chair after Sam sat in the dirty and ripped upholstery. 

With his hand not holding the receiver, Russell snagged a quarter off one of the nearby desks and slid it into the coin slot. His finger poised to enter the number into the rotary. 

“Who am I calling,” the officer tiredly asked, his head turning towards Sam as he brought the receiver to his ear. 

“Daniel Jean Louise Marie Wagner, please and thank you,” Sammy answered, flashing a superficially sweet smile at the deputy. 

“I don’t even know why I asked,” Alexander Russell muttered under his breath. He didn’t even need to access a computer to enter the number, having it memorized just from the sheer amount of times Sam has made Daniel his emergency phone call. 

When it began ringing, he handed the phone off to Sam. He went to grab it with his cuffed hand at first, then made the quick adjustment to reach with his free hand. 

It rang for a lot longer than Sam had hoped. He just about gave up and believed that it would go to voicemail when the line went quiet… then a brief amount of rustling on the other end. 

“....Hello?” a bleary voice croaked out; Daniel’s voice. 

“Daniel! Danny, baby, so uh… yeah…” 

Sam hadn’t thought Daniel would actually respond so he had no idea what to say. 

“Right, so I’m at the county lockup and-” 

“Oh, for FUCKS-” 

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Crestfallen, Sam slowly let the phone drop from his ear. His mouth fell agape as he felt his hand fall into his lap. He couldn’t believe it. After all that… 

“What happened?” Russell asked, his stern demeanor softening slightly at the sight of his favorite troublemaker so dejected. 

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but no sound would come out. Well, there was a sound, but it sounded like if you scuffed your shoe against a hardwood floor. So hardly word material. 

“Did he hang up on you?” 

All Sam could do was nod. He finally snapped his mouth shut, forcing himself to act like a human again. He slammed the receiver back onto its hook so hard it caused the bell inside the phone to jingle. 

“Damn. That’s… That’s wrong. Son, why do you do this to yourself?” 

It was a good question. Why did he continue to ruin his life for a man who clearly wanted nothing to do with him? 

Sam didn’t respond. He just sullenly gazed down at the wretched linoleum as if it were to blame for Sam’s pathetic love life. Stupid fucking tile floor. 

“Well, I can’t let you stay there. Let’s get you up.” Russell didn’t even bother to put the cuffs back on Sam. He knew the kid was too broken to try anything, not to mention stumbling drunk. 

When Sam was back in his holding cell, all he did was sulk. He laid down on the uncomfortable and scratchy cot that was stuffed into the corner with his back against the wall. He wanted to get some rest, but every time he closed his eyes it felt like he was in a washing machine with the spin cycle on high. So he just let his head rest against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. 

Deputy Russell made a few attempts at conversation, but Sam would only respond in these two word sentences. He wasn’t in the mood, frankly. He felt like an ass, but that happened more often than not these days. The pain would metastasize when the sun would peek over the horizon, leech into all of his bones and burn inside him with glowing shame and embarrassment for his actions the past night. 

But that’s tomorrow. 

Tonight was reserved for wallowing in his self pity and-

“Samuel?” It wasn’t Russell that asked, but Alice Langston. 

The man in question snapped his eyes open and whipped his head forward. He moved too fast, his stomach churning and making him have to press his hand into it to keep the nausea at bay. 

“Yeah,” he weakly responded, his eyes pinching shut to stop the room from spinning. 

The cell door opened. That made Sam crack his eyes open. 

Staring back at him with a rage and fury that could rival only the wrath of God Herself was none other than the man he wanted to see most in the entire world. 

“Daniel,” Sam sighed, a smile spreading so wide across his face that he started to feel his cheeks hurt. 

The frown on Danny’s face deepened and that’s when Sam noticed the dark bruises underneath his sunken eyes. He hadn’t slept. Or, rather, he had slept, but it was interrupted. The scowl on his face aged him about five years. Or maybe it had just been so long since the last time he’d seen Daniel. He wore a pair of ratty gray sweats, a maize and blue sweatshirt he got from his alma mater. He also had on a black rain jacket that was covered in droplets, grass sticking to his converse. So, it was still raining. That was also evident by the few strands of his curls that stuck to his forehead that had fallen out of the bun he had hastily thrown up. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, his shoulders tensed as his eyes bore into Sam’s very soul.

He’d never seen a more gorgeous sight in his whole life.

“You’re here.” 

Daniel didn’t speak, just glared at him before turning on his heel and walking towards the front door. Sam, dumbfounded and a bit star struck, swung his gaze back and forth between the two officers of the law standing at the door to his cell. 

“Your bond has been paid; you’re free to leave,” Langston informed him. Her voice was soft - well, soft for her. 

Sam’s smile somehow brightened, doing the impossible. He jumped off the cot (having to rest his hand against the wall for a second to let his vision stop spinning) and followed after Danny. 

“Daniel, wait,” he called as he tried his best to run after Danny, the guy having the advantage of both sobriety and longer legs. Damn him and his nice legs. 

The man halted in his spot, his back ram-rod straight. Sam was close enough to hear the heavy sigh he let out as he did stop. 

“Why did you… What are you doing here?” 

Danny swiveled his head towards Sam, that death glare probably permanently fixed in Daniel's eyes as they beheld Sam. It made Sam stagger back a few steps, swallow down any words he might’ve had on his tongue. 

“You will keep your mouth shut for the rest of the night, you understand me?” Daniel’s voice was cold, his finger pointed at Sam with an intense look fixed towards him. 

Sam gulped. There was a mix of several emotions swirling around inside him that he was far too drunk to parse out. Despite that, he nodded his head and flashed a nervous smile. 

As he turned away and made for the door, Sam swore he saw Danny’s face soften for a fraction of a second. It was enough. 

For the rest of the ride, Sam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Daniel would act cold towards him all he’d like, but his actions spoke volumes louder than the message he was trying to convey to Sam. 

It was a start. And that was enough for Sam. 

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nothing like this — cobra kai

▸summary: you believed you were ready for anything. anything did not mean this. nothing like this.

▸characters: robby keene, gn!reader, miguel diaz

▸tw: miguel’s fall scene, uhhhhhh, emotions, angst, adult words

▸a/n: let’s begin my blogging experience with angst, why not? it sucks ass, but here ya go

PEOPLE SAY THAT IN order to be successful in life, you must expect the unexpected.

Well, this was unexpected and you did no expect it at all.

You knew that there was always going to be some beef between two pretty girls when they used to share a mutual boyfriend, but goddamn, you never expected it to be broadcasted over the loudspeaker. 

Of course, you had no idea what happened. Just that Samantha LaRusso had done something, and Tory Nichols was coming for her. Those words began the chaos that would make or break the tension between the two rivalling karate dojos. 

Now, you weren’t in karate. No, the only way you were affiliated with Miyagi-Do Karate was purely because you were Mrs. LaRusso’s assistant secretary, and thus made regular trips to the family home in order to be taught how to do things and make sure that she did them correctly. 

Whilst you made these visits, you often times came across the students that Mr. LaRusso taught in his backyard. Thus far, there were only two, his daughter Sam, and another boy named Robby. Robby Keene.

Gosh, since the first moment you met, you were smitten. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, humorous, had a great personality, and he was kind. He was sweet. You knew this because one time, you were late to the home, and wasn’t watching where you were going, so, of course, you bumped into someone in pure comic book romance fashion. All the papers you had been gathering in your hands had been dropped, and it was a miracle that they didn’t all get out of order. It was still frustrating, though, but you still began profusely apologising to the person you had bumped into. 

You knew you had been rambling for about twenty seconds before you were stopped by the other person’s laugh, and soon you were laughing together. Mrs. LaRusso was watching from the window, and Mr. LaRusso was from the side gate, but they’d never admit it. They were quite happy to listen to you guys completely lose your shit over something so small, but alas, both of you had things to do. 

No matter how close you two got, you weren’t surprised when Robby asked Sam out for a date. And despite how much it hurt, of course you were going to help Sam pick out an outfit. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t? Well, more employee than friend, but you get the point. 

Cutting back to the current day, you was concerned about what Sam could’ve done to Tory that warranted such a reaction. So, with the rest of the school, you brisk-walked to where the biggest crowd was. Right in the middle of the hallway. You couldn’t get passed the rows of people at first, but eventually, you wound up next to Hawk, someone you knew of but had never really spoken to. You had no reason to. Now she did. 

“What’s happened?” You peered curiously at the two girls, circling each other like Scar and Simba in that one scene from The Lion King. 

Your question was not answered by the person you had asked it to, but by one of the said lions in the cage. “You kissed Miguel.” 

Tory’s tone was so cold, yet so heartbroken, that the words she spoke yielded such an uproar from the crowd. Gasps were heard all around, and you felt your eyes widen as they met with Robby’s on the other side. His eyes looked so pained, so vulnerable, you wanted nothing more than to hug and shield him from the cruelties of the world. 

You weren’t quite sure what really happened. Everything went by so fast, and you were quite literally pushed away from the drama, so you didn’t get to see too much. Despite this, and despite nearly being run over by Demetri sprinting from Hawk, you headed to where you knew the rest of the school would be going.

The stairs.

For some reason, you had wound up at the bottom of the stairs even though you were on the level above a few moments ago. The real trick now was to make your way up to the upper level without getting your face broken. 

You were not going to do anything with the girls. No, girl fights are best left alone. Your main concern was how far Robby was going to go, because from the angle you were at now, he wasn’t stopping. His kicks were never ending, his punches ever blurring, and you didn’t have an opening to go and see the damage. You didn’t have to like Miguel. You had only ever spoken two word to him and he seemed like a good kid. But you liked Robby. And you knew that Robby would keep going until either, or both of them, were dead or close to it. 

So, when you found your opening, you raced upwards, narrowly avoiding Tory’s stray fist, and managing to haul yourself to the upper level. Where you arrived just in time to see Miguel pin Robby to the ground. You saw him whisper something to the boy on the tile, his raised fist gently falling to his side as he stood up. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this part was over.

It wasn’t.

No sooner had Miguel began to arise than Robby felt the fire erupt once more in his chest. He whipped around, and you watched as he continued aiming his hits at the poor boy.

“Robby, leave him alone!” Your words had no affect, but you thought you may as well try. Plan B then had to be out into motion. Ignoring the advice you had given yourself long ago about not getting in the middle of fights, you found yourself doing just that. You raced to the boy in the blue hoodie trying to get him to stop. Unfortunately, his brain was already in the fight mode, so he wasn’t stopping for any money.

The fist you had stupidly grabbed was flung forward, you trailing behind it as you were thrown into Miguel’s chest. Instinctively, his hands grabbed your arms and pulled you down as Robby foot aimed at his chest. He harshly pushed you away, which you weren’t concerned about, and caught Robby’s other foot with his hands. He didn’t catch the other one that struck him across the face and you put your hands over your mouth as you sat there on the tiles with you body trembling and you tears gathering.

The boy you liked, you crushed on (you had thought), was unhinged. He had deluded himself that he was defending himself, and he didn’t notice that his defence had turned into offence against his opponent.

Soon enough, Robby had Miguel pinned against the railing in a dangerous way. You had raced to your feet and had tried to grab one of Miguel’s outstretched hands, failing miserably. Robby had to grab your arm to keep you from falling over the edge.

And so you watched the boy fall over the edge, your knees buckling as he hit the staircase handlebar. Your hands were shaking, your breath was heavy and trembling, your eyes were watering and wide.

Robby had grabbed by both arms, and now you were aware of it. You threw yourself away from him, shoving him back in the process.

“Get off me!” You were hysterical. You had seen a classmate fall at the hands of the person you had thought you would stick by through thick and thin. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

Robby looked lost, and as his fight dwindled, his flight rose a hundred fold, and he bolted. Your vision became blurry as you sank to the tile, the adrenaline running out as you struggled to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Because it shouldn’t have been this.

Nothing like this.

[ourtearsofrain]

Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 6

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: long drabble, platonic/brotherly fluff, hurt/comfort(?)

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings: they’re still drunk, ouid consumption, Sam and Josh have a deep conversation

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“No. Fucking. Way.” Danny manages to speak despite his surprise, his jaw dropped. “Is this-”

“Yep.” Josh cuts him off quickly, still grinning as he watches the other three men take in the structure before them. “Our old hideout.” Before anyone can think to stop him, he races to the ladder, beginning the climb up to the treehouse that had become a second home (third, if you counted both the Wagner and Kiszka houses) to them in their youth.

“Josh wait-” Danny bolts after him, worried that the ladder would snap beneath him after so many years of disuse. “Shouldn’t we make sure it’s structurally secure? While sober, preferably.” Josh doesn’t answer him as he scrambles onto the platform, disappearing momentarily until his smiling face pops into view through the cut out in the floor that functioned as their “door”.

“Already did, been coming over here to reinforce everything every other day or so. It’s completely safe, now get your asses up here.”

If I fall of this goddamn thing while drunk and break my back, and the only people I have with me are the Kiszka brothers, I’m fucked. Despite his thoughts, Danny slowly shifts his weight onto the bottom rung of the ladder, relief flooding him as it stays in its place, not even letting out so much as a creak. He feels better with each step, trusting Josh’s “reinforcements” more and more as his head rises above the platform. Every broken plank that had been there the last time he had visited their fort was fixed; and fixed well enough for him to not be able to tell the difference between the old planks and the new ones.

Danny joins Josh at a stand on the platform as he hears Jake and Sam start up the ladder behind him, beginning to circle the glorified hut at the center of it. Once the other two men join them, Josh darts over to a dark corner, seemingly fiddling with cords and switches. “Wait, wait, wait you guys, this is the best part.” With one final flip of a switch, the entire treehouse lights up with fairy lights, countless strands wrapped around the railings of the platform and along the roofing of their treehouse.

“You did all of this, Josh?” Sam’s voice is quiet, full of wonder as he turns in a circle, taking in the space before him. Danny watches the lights reflecting on Sam’s wide eyes, too drunk to care that he was staring.

“Yep. I wanted to come back at least once with you guys before the summer ends. Hang out up here for a while, just like when we were kids.”

“You’re amazing, Josh. You really outdid yourself this time.” Jake slaps him on the back lightly, still in shock at his brother’s work.

Josh grins wide before he remembers something, clear on his face as he darts into the treehouse. He comes back with a pirate hat in hand, holding it out to Jake with a bow. “Found this while I was cleaning up. You still declaring yourself the captain of this fort, Jakey? Or are you too old and sophisticated now that you’re getting a PhD?”

He snatches it with a grin, immediately settling it on his head before hopping onto a rickety bench, posing with his hands on his hips, his head held high and proud. “You bet your fucking ass I’m still the captain. Now get your asses to work and swab the deck, you scurvy seadogs!” He finishes his statement with a yell, his voice a gravelly British accent.

“AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!” Just as they had when they were kids, the other three men salute him immediately, beginning to scramble around the platform in search of anything they could use in their act. As Josh finds a broom and Danny finds an old rag, Sam snatches the closest thing he could find: a large leaf. He pauses for a moment as his brain catches up to him, deciding to continue to play along as he pretends to spit on it before scrubbing it against the floorboards.

All four men burst into laughter as it slowly disintegrates in his hand, the wood below him stained green. Jake jumps down from the bench as the others toss their “tools” to the side, joining them on the floor as they sit together, a calm quiet replacing their laughter as it dies out. They sit content this way for a few minutes, too afraid that speaking would break the moment. For a second, they truly felt like kids again. Not a worry in their heads, together as the summer gave them the freedom they had been longing for all year. There were no lectures, no “adult” responsibilities, and the longest trip they had to take to see their best friends was simply walking down the hall or next door. In this moment, they could swear, they were infinite.

“I missed this.” There’s a hint of sadness in Jake’s voice as he looks between his brothers, a bittersweet smile on his face. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Shut up Jake, you’re drunk.” Josh tries to laugh the comment off, but no one misses the small sniffle that follows him wiping his eyes quickly. “Don’t talk like that, the night is still young and so is the summer. C’mon, get off your asses guys, lets see who can spit the biggest lougie off the edge.”

“Oh, you guys are about to go DOWN.” Sam stands with a grin, quickly moving to stand near the edge of the platform as the others slowly join him. “Undefeated champion right here, get ready to lose again.”

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3:27 AM

As the night went on, the four of them had found countless things to consume their time, only stopping to take shots and blow through two joints (provided by Josh, of course) between the four of them. Thanks to their inebriated states, the hours felt as long as days, only stretching out their time together.

“Dannayyyyyyy.” Jake yells his name, despite being right next to him, his head resting against Danny’s shoulder as he tries to stay awake. “I wanna tire swing, let’s go swing. You push me first.”

Danny looks to Josh, who already knew the question he was about to ask. “Yes, I reinforced that too. You should be safe.”

“Alright, but Jake, I swear to god if you throw up on me.” A disoriented smile passes across Jake’s face in his victory, taking Danny’s hands to help get him up off the floor. As they make their exit, Josh notices Sam staring, immediately assuming he was watching Jake in case he fell. But as Jake descends the ladder, leaving Danny on the platform to offer the other two men a small smile before following, he realizes that it hadn’t been Jake that he was staring at.

Josh speaks the second he’s out of earshot, bringing his focus to Sam. “So, you and Danny good now?”

“Yeah, yeah, we are. He apologized and forgave me for ignoring him all these years, even though I know I don’t deserve it.”

“Why did you ignore him, Sammy?” Josh’s tone is light, knowing he was approaching a sensitive topic, not wanting Sam to yell at him. He watches his question hit Sam like a truck, his face twisting with hurt as his eyes grow distant. Luckily for Josh, Sam was too inebriated to care about keeping his “secrets” to himself.

“He kissed me.”

“What?! That’s seriously why you stopped talking to him, Sam?”

“No. I stopped talking to him because-” He cuts himself off quickly as a tear runs down his cheek, brushing it away before speaking again. “I stopped talking to him because I kissed him back and I- I really liked it.”

“Why would you do that? Why would you cut him out of your life if you liked it?”

He looks to the floor as he shrugs, picking at the battered wood with his fingernail. “I was afraid. It was the night before he left and I just- I couldn’t put myself through something long-distance at the time. I didn’t know if he felt the same for me.”

“He kissed you, Sam. I’ll bet that he did have the same feelings.”

“It’s too late now, he goes back to New York at the end of the summer, I bet he has loads of girls waiting for him to sweep them off their feet.”

“Sam, I want you to listen to me very close.” Josh waits to continue until Sam finally meets his eye, his expression serious. “There is no one for him there. He’s been asked for his number, been asked on dates, I’ve tried to set him up with friends, all of it. But he always refuses, I didn’t understand it until now. He still likes you, Sam.”

“No.” Sam shakes his head roughly as if he were trying to shake the notion of Danny still liking him out. “It’s been too long, I’ve been too much of a dick to him. I was given a chance, and I didn’t take it. It’s too late for us, for that.”

“You gotta try.”

“No, Josh. I don’t ‘gotta try’. We just barely made up, I can’t ruin this again.”

Josh stays silent for a moment, considering his words. “Do you love him?”

“Yes.”

Josh says nothing once again, trying to find his words as he watches Sam’s tears flow down his cheeks. “Danny’s a great guy Sam, I say go for it. You deserve to be happy too.”

“I know.” Sam says nothing more as he wipes the last of his tears away, hoping Josh would drop the topic.

“Thank you for talking to me. I know I haven’t been around as much as I should have these last few years, and I’m sorry for that.”

“I’m sorry I never answered your calls. For- for a while I was angry at you all for leaving me, but I’m glad you got out of Michigan. I’m happy for you, Josh.”

“Thank you. Y’know, it’s not too late for you to get out of Michigan too. You could come to New York with us.”

Sam shakes his head with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “You’re the second person to try and convince me to do that, I still can’t though.”

“Why?” Before Sam has the opportunity to answer, the two men hear rustling beneath them, peering over the edge to see Jake heavily leaning on Danny.

“Hey, we should go home, it’s late and Jake’s probably about to throw up.”

“Be down in a sec!” Josh yells his response down to Danny, lightly slapping Sam’s knee before standing and offering him a hand up. “We’ll talk more about this later, ok?”

“Yeah… alright.”

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A/N: yes, that was a The Perks Of Being a Wallflower quote

taglist: @gretnavannfleet @aioba1503-sdm @jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka @milojames16 @sanguinebats @theres-a-tvjoe @jakekiszkapunchmeintheface @currentlyfangirling10

[sammyluvr]

HEY BABY IM SENDING IN MULTIPLE FOR THE CHARACTER ASK GAME :D

2, 8, 15, 21, and 24 for sammy

4, 12, 18, and 25 for spencer reid! or if not emily prentiss :))

(also fun fact ive never finished criminal minds LOL i got to the point where derek left and i stopped watching it, i should probably finish it though)

ughh i love you so much and i hope you have a good day!!

YAHOOO HEHEHEHE sorry this post is so very long LOL

character ask game !

SAMMY ! 2. favorite canon thing about this character? .... everything maybe ???? omg how do i choose i love everything about him uhhhhh . he's awkward and so so sweet <3 he learned sign language for eileen, he has beautiful hair, he's sassy, he's a gentle giant, he wants so badly to be good but doesn't think he is T_T and on and on and on and on because everything about him is my favorite

8. what's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise? oh my fucking god do NOT get me started LMAO . blaming him for things he didn't do/couldn't control (usually because dean blames him for it). ignoring how queer coded he is / calling him the straightest character (often in a destiel context). just consistently and aggravatingly misinterpreting / misunderstanding his character and hating on him for their bad and unintelligent takes on him! i could go into lots of detail about that but i won't because then this will be a rant post that will make me so angry :D el oh el

15. what's your favorite ship for this character? (doesn't matter if it's canon or not.) i think samjess heh i'm basic but i'm a huge sucker for them. and definitely definitely saileen!

21. if you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? what's something you don't like? hehehe hmmm i don't have a singular favorite thing, but i love making him call reader "honey." i adore giving him softness and care and so much love and a goddamn break! in general i love writing hurt/comfort with him as well <3 and i love describing his emotions and exploring how i interpret his character through that. as for dislikes i'm not too sure hmm

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them? i haven't really watched much since i started spn so i haven't really been watching anything and been like omg! that person reminds me of sam! but i totally see the sam and spence parallels (super smart, autistic coded, younger brother vibes, tall, sweet and awkward etc)!

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SPENCER & EMILY ! (doing both because i adore em too much not to lol) 4. if you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? spence : huh i've never thought of this before uhhh i'd put him in a studio ghibli film! so he can be the sweet main character but end up with a lovely, poetic, simple life instead of being constantly traumatized by one thing or another LOL i just think he'd make the cutest studio ghibli love interest?? emily : anything with lesbians so she can kiss girls :D HAHAHA or i'd put them all in supernatural for a spn x cm crossover !!! i think that would be way too fun ugh. wanna see her as a vampire also.

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character? spence : he dislikes overhead lighting! it's the autism :] emily : she's lesbian but that's canon to me RAHHH um. that she prefers to listen to music in different languages and really likes finding obscure artists! (but still has her favorite emo grunge stuff that she listened to in middle/high school heh)

18. how about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire? spence : him and garcia!! i really really really adore their friendship so so very much <3 and him in luke in later seasons! emily : heh. jemily ??? lesbians ??? okay but i really love her and garcia as well i just love penny so so much

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?spence : thought he was very very cute and endearing! i still think that way, but i also love having a more informed and nuance view of him after so many seasons and developments to his character. emily : i thought she was really interesting! i was intrigued by her character and the way she was very forward and didn't back down when there was a misunderstanding about her transfer to the unit. love that she stood up for herself! and wow she's so pretty (didn't know i was gay yet) now it's just RAHHH LESBIANISMMM (i adore everything about her character and again, i just love knowing her better and seeing all sides of her)

[bee-dot-exe]

Surprise, I told you that I would post it and tag you eventually, @wolfboypunzo, hope this is what you had in mind!

Last Day Of Twitchcon

993 words

Bit of angst, it's a Dream Team but Sapnap focused hurt/comfort, so it has a sweet ending.

The second we were sure the streams had ended, the raids had gone through, and Discord was closed, the three of us headed for a more secluded area of the convention building to relax.

Before Dream and George left for the next panel. Which I wasn't invited to for whatever reason. But it's fine. I was so goddamn tired and didn't feel that great anyway.

None of us completely fell asleep, but we did let our minds and bodies relax for the next hour or so, and then we were backstage. Even though Dream has shown his face for a year now, it was still one of his first major outings, he had a right to be nervous. Of course, George and I took him through a couple grounding techniques and reassured him of his worth and impact.

Then Parker walked out.

Then Bad, Sylvee, Puffy, Dream, George, Sam, Hannah.

Then Bink, Spreen, Gia.

"I want us to take the time for the last little bit of the panel and say one nice thing about everyone else, say your favorite thing about the other people on these couches, end this with some feel good moments."

The longer they spent, the more my stomach felt a little bit like it was putting itself in a knot. It was really nice, and I was happy for everyone, they deserve it, they all deserve everything. I didn't wanna be out there.

By the end, everyone's eyes were a bit shiny, even George's, and everyone was backstage again. The ones who were on the panel stayed for some group pictures and conversed, when Dream walked over to me standing by the wall away from the crowd.

"All good, Sap?"

I nodded and lightly rubbed my eye with the back of my hand.

"Kinda tired. Kinda hungover."

He smiled sympathetically.

"Wanna head back to the hotel?"

I nodded again, so he got George, we said our see you later's, and left.

Almost as soon as we used the keycard to our room, we all made way to our designated sleeping spots.

"Been a long day, long couple days, actually."

I said while trying to sink as far into the bed as it would let me, Dream and George vehemently agreeing, maybe everything would be fine and I could forget what happened.

"You did such a good job out there, by the way. I know it was pretty nerve wracking. But you did it, and that meant a lot to the fans."

Maybe not.

"You did such a good job today, too, I know that's not easy, especially when it comes to like showing emotions, which I didn't expect."

Definitely not.

I listened to them talk about the panel for a few more minutes, before I turned my face into the pillow and exhaled heavily, apparently causing more of a disturbance than I intended, because Dream and George stopped talking.

"Hey, what's going on, does your head hurt that bad, Nick?"

Damn Dream and his big heart.

"It's fine, sorry."

"Don't worry, we can stop, want me to get you some water or something?"

George too? This wasn't fair.

"I said it's fine."

"I mean, clearly not, let me just---"

"My head isn't the problem, okay?"

I didn't mean to say that so loud. Or come off that way. Or say anything at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm just tired."

I put my head back on the pillow and tried to avoid making eye contact.

"Hey Nick?"

Guess not making eye contact wasn't an option.

"That's not all that's going on, is it?"

I shook my head slow enough for them to hopefully not notice, of course I wasn't that lucky, and they both started over the sit on the edge of my bed.

"The panel was really nice."

"Sap?"

"It was really nice and I wasn't there."

"Sap..."

"It was really nice and everyone was being really nice and you guys were saying really nice things about each other."

"Sapnap."

I looked up at that.

"Sapnap, one day I was this random kid playing Minecraft who met this other random kid playing Minecraft and the stars aligned just right or something and this kid said 'type 123 for Skype team' and that led me to one of my best friends.

And then you moved in and met Patches, and you let me do as much as I could without showing my face, which wasn't a lot, and you could've said 'no this is too much' or something, but you didn't, you stayed by my side the whole time through everything no matter what.

You have never not been by my side to encourage me or keep my anxiety at bay or stop putting up with the things I ask of you or put you through and I couldn't be more grateful to have you here."

The tears that had been pricking at the corners of my eyes after I raised my voice earlier were now small trails racing down and over my cheekbones as Dream finished speaking.

"You got on a plane the second you heard that I wasn't feeling the greatest emotionally even though it scares you.

You picked me up from the airport when I got to the US and were the person to greet me and help me start this new life with you and Dream.

You drive me crazy and I drive you crazy and we have fun and laugh and I can count on you for anything."

George. I think he was replaced by a clone or something. Cause he doesn't talk like this. And I was still crying. I didn't know what to say.

"Hey guys?"

"Yes?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I was tired earlier."

"Come here, dumbass."

We all laughed, Dream hugged me and laid us down together, George following behind, so we could take a a nap, and continue to do this crazy journey called life with each other.

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supernatural s14e20 moriah (w. andrew dabb)

dads fighting over killing their kid, sammy stressed. what a world

(jfc when jdm/john is talking in the recap i'm like godDAMN whose voice is he reminding of - oh right, i talked about this already when watching that very episode -_- good voice 10/10 both actors)

i wonder how far back it goes that they showed people getting their heads chopped off to the line "Lay your weary head to rest" in carry on my wayward song because i remember this song used to hit me in the feelings way back when (mentioned it still working for me in 6x22 at least.) anyway, i am also very literal with song lyrics and my little fanvids so i can't really criticize but tone 🤌

CASTIEL You should never have tried to lock him away. DEAN You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. CASTIEL You don't mean that. DEAN The hell I don't.

sigh, this is frustrating! but we gotta have conflict somewhere right, so dean's taking out is hurt and grief over mary on jack, making choices that are making jack worse. and now hellbent on killing him without taking any time to try to work the problem in another way

DEAN I don't know. Maybe we call Rowena, see if she can put together one of those, um, "soul bombs." SAM The...thing you were gonna use against the Darkness? DEAN Yeah, might actually put a dent in the kid. SAM Okay. (quietly) DEAN Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?

was he raring to kills cas when he killed all those people and angels when fake god juiced up on souls?

apparently yes! clearly forgot about that

wiki summary excerpt from 7x01 The ritual is successful, and Death appears, bound. He thinks that he has been summoned regarding Sam's hallucinations, and Dean looks to Sam, surprised by the news. Death asserts that he can't help Sam (there's only "one wall per customer"), and Dean tells him instead that they want him to kill Castiel. Before they can convince him, though, Castiel appears. He threatens to kill them all, but Dean reminds him that Death is under their control. It appears that they are at a stalemate.

ok, so is this truth spell business from jack everywhere? fic premise-y. and mirror universe for the company name, okay.

SAM You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song -- backwards and forwards -- you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night.

not to mention nerding out over horror films, cars, etc etc. we are all but nerds in our own special ways

like, we're really going for truth spell gags here? what'd i say about tone? lol

well. stapler queen is cute

pretty place to film and nice shot. didn't expect chuck but knew he had to come around eventually. i do really enjoy rob benedict though. he's so good at being that chill aw shucks persona that chuck usually is. like hey what a nice smile, good to see him! wait, he's the absent-est of fathers and lets the world nearly implode on a regular basis

DEAN Yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy. SAM What? DEAN Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. You know what I mean? I'll stop talking. SAM Probably a good plan.

hope we get better truth spell anecdotes than dean follows a mommy blogger (nope.) also are we really supposed to just take on this info that sam's favorite singer is actually celine dion? :p

cathartic until god yells at you

CHUCK Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions.

all very twee

CHUCK: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.

i will always appreciate a roast of the bmol plotline

SAM So you're saying Jack is Apocalyptic? CHUCK The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane.

the whole crazy powered up nephilim actually equates to god powers, sure

lol what. the colt 2.0 but actually kills anything

CHUCK So, this doesn't so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting it and whoever they're shooting at.

this is giving very crack treated seriously (or just plain crack) vibes

CHUCK Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him... DEAN You die.

🙄okay.

CAS I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack. Y-You can fix him. You can --You can restore his soul. That's why I called you. CHUCK Yeah, not so much. SAM You're God. CHUCK Well, souls are complicated -- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did? CASTIEL Then we bind him. We throw him in the Cage until -- DEAN Stop, Cas. You heard him. This is the only way. CAS And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box. CHUCK Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death -- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. CAS There has to be another way. DEAN Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away.

i think part of why i'm finally warming up to cas is him consistently caring about someone - like, willing to go to the mat with anyone for jack. and there's less of this bumbling clueless angel schtick periodically thrown in.

and something again i don't like is when anyone does this shut up there's no other way it's my way or the highway business. i feel like i talked about this before... maybe with the soul bomb business? and probably the box too? rushing into deadly action that can't be walked back with almost no information. which i compared to agonizing over how to deal with lucifer all season in s5 and finally accepting sam going into the cage was the only viable option left. there's just so many plot beats and so much going on at one time. and then dean rushes into shit and i'm just like STOP BREATHE WAIT.

hopefully not plot relevant flask filling, unlike last time we saw him do it (that i recall) in 7x18

music (lennertz and wynn) at the beginning reminds me a bit of hannibal bloodfest again, the muted version that was in 14x08 when jack had died from the heavenly tuberculosis

glad sam is standing up to dean's willingness to again sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat and point out they haven't even tried to fix anything, just rushing into these awful solutions. and pointing out that they got themselves into this situation in the first place by bringing jack back. (and hey, maybe consider chuck's motivations in all this)

not a great hug but way less creepy than hugging soulless sam at least. glad he didn't actually kill his grandmother and has calmed down a bit and acknowledged he's not feeling anything anymore

CHUCK No. Sam... you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting. I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today -- that was crazy, right? SAM Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us? CHUCK Yeah. I mean, you're my favorite show.

creeper asshole. what new way can we make them suffer today

SAM Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always have to be on us?! CHUCK Because you're my guys.

good to see sam yelling at chuck about it.

sigh

like this really is soul bomb 2.0 (i was not a fan). some half cocked plan with new random made up weapon that gets introduced mid episode in the season finale that will result in dean dying to kill some almost-impossible to kill god type entity. not making me cry this time, bitches

padalecki got to phoebe-run through the park yelling for dean for an extended period of time, that was something

CHUCK This isn't how the story is supposed to end. CAS The story? CHUCK Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic! DEAN Wait. What are you saying? SAM He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time. CHUCK Come on. SAM Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it's not like you even really care. 'Cause Sam's right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael -- you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?! CHUCK Look, I -- SAM And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over -- where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me. CHUCK Dean, don't do this. DEAN No, we're done talking. 'Cause this -- this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.

it feels kind of bonkers that they're just now getting clued into the conceit that all the suffering and misery and death they've been through has been at chuck's direction

surely the god-killing gun doesn't actually work on chuck. there's been a couple weird cuts for ads in the past season or two - where they repeat some action/dialogue after a cut for an ad. which is so weird, they never did that before.

looks like the bandana dean was using for sam's woulda-been-fatal head wound few episodes ago

spn 14x17

so jack's in the empty... and billie is there. okaayyy

resurrecting all the monsters they killed or whatever this is, sure. an extremely long shot of shambling zombies. did they need to kill time (i thought the cut to billie was the end of the episode and almost just skipped the last several minutes 🥴)

one season left to go. makes me think about how jared and jensen periodically talk about reviving the show but like. The Show was so out of ideas and things just got more and more convoluted and outlandish, what is there even left to do? other than some timeline reset but when they're older. or like apparently the winchesters, whole new au.

and despite how critical i am of the show, i'm still invested and care about sam and dean. so i'd watch whatever sam and dean show they might make. but i'm still gonna be critical :p i have avoided reading other people's opinions on any of the show i haven't seen so whatever criticism i'm spewing out is just my reaction as i watch

[lirusstories]

Bits and Pieces: Chapter 8

A/N: NEW CHAPTERRRRRR

Sorry this took so long, we've felt dead in the water

Prev - Next

“How may I answer your inquiries?” Anti sighs and hangs his head but they can hear him smother a laugh. Henrik snorts as Chase covers his mouth, trying to contain his laughter as Jackie has to turn away to hide his laughter while Jameson ducks his head.

Marvin gives her an annoyed look that makes her hand curl as her smile becomes more strained while Anti gives Marvin a sympathetic look, or at least the best he can while trying not to laugh.

“Are you always like this?” Marvin asks annoyed. The look on his face rather reminds her of the one her cats would gain when Sam or Robbie would drool on them.

She doesn’t answer and just looks at him unamused while Anti makes a so-so gesture.

Marvin sighs heavily before asking, “How did you get in here.”

“That's none of your concern.”

“It is my concern.” Marvin snaps, “You appeared in the middle of the room after a wall of my wards broke.”

Liru glares at him with an anger he doesn’t quite understand. “No, it is not your concern. How I appeared is between myself and the people I trust with that knowledge, and you are not one of them.”

Marvin fights back a growl as he glares back at her from behind his mask.

She just stares him down as she grinds her teeth. Anti, noticing the way her jaw moves is quick to grab her hand with his own. It’s almost impressive with how quickly she calms herself down.

Marvin watches, grinding his jaw a bit before asking, “What are you.”

The question earns him disbelieving looks from his brothers, sans Anti who just makes an "ah fuck" face. Surprisingly, Liru just snorts.

“Yeah, no, you have to earn that one.” 

Marvin can feel his frustration growing and he notices the way Henrik and Jackie eye him worriedly. They don’t want him to lash out and accidentally hurt himself again.

“Why are you here?”

She looks at him like he’s the dumbest man in the world and he can feel his lip curl as he begins to snarl. 

“My husband who has been missing for six fucking years at the hands of a goddamn AUNTESS. And you think that I’m not going to go to him the second I know he’s alive?”

Marvin’s stomach drops a bit as does his lip as shame and embarrassment pooling in his stomach.

“How stupid are you?” She breathes out before she can stop herself.

“Hey now.” Jackie buts in before getting stopped by Marvin.

“No it’s…- It was a stupid question.”

Liru’s not making eye contact, instead looking down at Anti’s hand as she tries to hide her shame. She does feel a little bad for flat out insulting him. 

It’s just, been a long few days.

Much calmer now, Marvin asks, “How do you know that it was an Auntess???”

He can practically feel her reaction, though not physical, it feels the equivalent from a horrific flashback for both of them. Yeah, probably a bad thing to ask.

“Doesn’t matter, just used to torment us when we were younger and clearly had no intentions of stopping.” She laughs angrily as she moves closer to Anti who lets her, instinctively cuddling into her side as he stares off into space.

It goes eerily quiet at that as they stare at the couple in the hospital bed. Marvin is itching to know more but it’s probably best to just, not for right now.

Not after that discovery.

They’re crowded in Jack’s room now with Jameson and Chase falling asleep on each other in the corner while Jackie tries not to doze off in his chair.

It’s quiet sans the beeping of the monitor before Jackie finally speaks up, “Do you think he…?”

The question goes unfinished but it’s obvious what the implication is.

“I… Do not know.” Henrik mutters as he looks at Jack.

Marvin doesn’t say anything as he watches him before speaking up. “I… Don’t think he created them.”

He says quietly, almost as if it’s taboo. The other two still awake in the room look at him oddly.

“They just. I don’t know. They don’t *feel* like it. Like-” He lets out a frustrated sigh as he reaches up to grab his hair before quickly pulling them away and shaking them instead.

“Anti has some *similarities* to Jack but not in the way that says that Jack made him. He also just… Feels older than the rest of us I guess.”

“Like- What do you mean? Older than us how?” Jackie shakes his head confused and squinting at his brother with tired eyes.

Marvin shrugs and rubs his face. “I don’t know, he just is. Probably the same age as Jack if I had to guess.”

Henrik sighs and sits up a bit, “We can ask him about it later. Right now we should rest. All of us.” He says, giving Marvin a stern look.

Marvin scoffs, “Oh please, Pot calling the kettle black.” before promptly yawning.

Jackie lets out a tired chuckle as he leans his head back with his eyes closed. “C’mon guys, we still have a couple more hours until sunrise.”

Marvin sighs as he finally plops into a chair next to Jacks bed, glancing at his brothers on last time as they do their best to get comfortable in their chairs before promptly falling asleep.

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[movementsofmylife]

gap the series ep 1

finally got around to watching this!! and so far, v cute, pacing is far too slow but overall solid start.

sammon have incredible chemistry and i will sit through infinite 10-15 second walking shots for them to stare at each other for 30 seconds. it is worth it!!!

i too would fall in love with an older girl who saved me from a literal car by running right into it. v real.

the height difference!!

also, like, if you couldn't tell. the intimidating older woman vibes of sam are like, goddamn. yeah. could watch this show for that alone.

but i don't have to because mon is actually great! she speaks up and says what she wants and doesn't want and isn't a wilting maiden trope. i love her in contrast to sam's raze the earth while highly insecure vibes. they play off each other so well!

this was honestly just funny.

they are so good together!!! truly as long as they're both on the screen i can watch anything. (although i do need them to stop with the company/business talk because it hurts how little research has been done on that end of the spectrum wrt to how social media (what kind of company are they even?) companies function, but hopefully that'll die down soon)

she's so hot for this

the lighter/many many candles as a chekov's gun potential is also a fun little set up

i also am into the dichotomy they've shown between their home dynamics, and that neither is perfect but clearly mon's is more accepting all around. i'm looking forward to when sam tells her grandma to absolutely fuck off. (i need that to happen)

also, i mean, she's kind of hot for this

i love a good enemies to lovers office romance.

outside of the pacing (that dinner scene felt like houurs), honestly a pretty solid start to a standard office bl/gl premise. it looks like most of the players have been referenced, if not shown up. the set up of how they go from enemies to lovers, also set up. and now we get some good solid cute shenanigans until ep 10/11 when all the conflict has to break free lol.

[codedwrongkinitopetau]

⚠️Abuse mention, Glitch, cuss words, hurtful words, blood⚠️

if you don't like this stuff, please don't read I HAD TO LAY DOWN IN MY CHAIR WHILE MAKING THIS BECAUSE I HAD ATE TO MUCH AAAÆÆÆĚĚĚġʩɡĞŒŔŔŔŔĞĞĞĞĞGGGGGGG

"BROTHER! You have to stop abusing Sam! I understand you don't like him, or that he snaps and accidently hurts me sometimes, but that doesn't give you the right to hurt him!"

"..."

"You don't seem to understand what I'm doing."

'wha- I what do y- *angry stuttering"

"Wel- THA- THAT'S BECAUSE I DON'T! AT THIS POINT YOUR WORSE THAN ME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Watch it, KK. I'm protecting you from danger, and also making sure we're even."

"What do you mean by even!?"

"Your kill count is almost 420, so I'm trying to make both of us even, so you won't be worse, correct me if I'm wrong about the count though."

"I've killed, but never abused! If you want to be even so desperately, you shoulda just said so! And right now, Sam's sitting in my treehouse, BARELY BREATHING, and you think that causing that damage to him is going to fix our gap!? What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"I'm not the only one who hurt Sam."

"..."

"You're no better than me, and I'm no better than you, so why can't you see that I'm helping you? I'm your older brother, it's my job to protect you. You better understand that soon Nito, because you KNOW you can't stop me..."

"YOU'RE A FUCKING PHSYCOPATH! WHAT MAKE'S YOU THINK IT'S OKAY TO DO THAT!?! I'VE DONE BAD THINGS BEFORE BUT I WILL NEVER, EVER, DO WHAT YOU DID! I should've deleted you WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! I don't want to see you near Sam EVER AGAIN!"

"Oh? That's no way to treat your brother, KK. You do know that some words can hurt, right? Right now, you are really hurting my feelings."

"Well, how about I tell you something really hurtful, HUH?!"

"And what is that, Nito? If you have a message you need to give me, I'll be able to handle it.."

"Until you learn to stop abusing peop-"

"Torture, I torture them."

"UGH. Until you learn to stop torturing people, which is WAY worse than abuse, from now until then, YOU ARE NO LONGER MY BROTHER!"

"Excuse me..?"

"YEAH, I don't want to EVER WANT TO SEE YOU UNTIL THEN! YOU ARE A GODDAMN PSYCO, YOU FUCKING RUINED MY FRIEND'S FACE, JADE IS TERRIFIED OF YOU, you destroyed EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR, and you say it's because 'You're trying to protect me", I'M NOT FUCKING WEAK, I'M NOT HOPELESS, I'M NOT-"

"I NEVER SAID ANY OF THOSE THINGS KINITO! EVERYTHING I DID WAS FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?! I KEPT YOU SAFE FROM VIRUS BLOCKERS, I KEPT YOU SAFE FROM VPNS, I KEPT YOU SAFE FROM OTHER VIRUSES, BUT ALL THAT JUST WENT TO WASTE BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING MAD AT ME?! Ooohhhh, I get it, it's one of those things when someone gets mad at someone else, then says something they regret, it's alright, we had one of those befor-"

"I'M FUCKING SERIOUS JUSTIN! I MEAN IT, NO ONE WHO DOES WHAT YOU DID WILL EVER BE MY FAMILY!"

"Kinito, stop lying, please tell me you're lying, or you're just really mad at me, please."

"I have one last thing to say to you, Justin."

"Wha-.. What is it..?"

"Six words: GO DIE IN A FUCKING DITCH!"

"WHA- Kinito, wait- no- Kinito please come back... Please..?...."

"P L E A S E...?"

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and they haven't talked to each other since. I know it's sad, but don't worry, kinito still loves him AS A BROTHER hope you like this lore dump :D

[jamevaa]

He fell off the bed. 

He couldn’t remember the specifics of what he’d been dreaming about. Something dark, slithering and cloying. It left ashes in his mouth but he wouldn't have thought it bad enough to send him tumbling. Still, it seems like it did anyway. His forehead catches the corner of the side table, his legs and an arm going down crooked, caught in the sheets. He yelps a sleepy, rough equivalent of what the fuck, one arm still tangled up on the bed, knife in his fist. He can hear sheets ripping as he flails aware. 

“Dean!” Sam’s suddenly beside him on the floor, pulling on the sheets and trying to get to Dean. A big paw lands on the side of his head, close to the scrape he just earned himself. “What happened?”

“Get off me.” Dean’s finally managed to turn himself on his back and free both arms that he uses to knock Sam away, feeling embarrassment flush his face. “I’m fine.” He sits up, tugging jerkily at the duvet around his legs.

Sam leans back a bit but still hovers, concerned. Sam is never not concerned these days. It's just under the surface, ready to come up at the slightest sign of movement. 

“Nightmare?” Sam’s voice is soft. Dean kinda wants to flick his forehead so it all goes away into annoyance. 

“Course not,” Dean lies. He gets himself back up on the bed and looks at the clock, rubbing a hand across his stubbled jaw with a rasp. It’s early morning, just a bit before six. Fuck, did he really just fall off the bed like a kid?

Sam’s fallen suspiciously silent. Dean looks back to him to see the amusement growing on his face. 

“We could get you a barrier,” Sam suggests with a shit grin. Dean can still see that edge, that sharpness Sam carries all the time and that gets bloodier the closer they get to the end of his deal. He’s making an effort to put it away, hiding it behind a familiar full blown bratty little brother display.

“Screw you.” Dean surges to his feet and heads to the bathroom. 

“We have some time. There’s a Wal-Mart in the next town.” Dean slams the door on him. “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt!”

The problem is, it keeps happening. 

Not every night. More and more, though, he wakes up with a start, an elbow or entire goddamn leg hanging off the edge of his bed. Sam teases him about it the first couple of times it happens again, but when Dean lets slip about the close calls he begins fretting and researching causes. Dean tries to fall asleep against the edge of the wall, if the bed’s against it, but he still ends up rolling his entire way across come morning. He ponders trying to knock himself out with pills, even tying himself somehow but recoils at the idea of not being able to react quickly if he needs to. And he always seems to tumble on the same side, too. Always right in the middle between their two beds. 

“Dean,” Sam starts on another such morning that he wakes up to Dean’s cursed scrambling. He’s sitting at the end of his bed, elbows on his knees, intent. “What’s going on?”

“Do you honestly think I know? If I did I could stop it.” Probably. Dean can feel his ears growing hot as he digs too-agressively for clothes out of his duffel. 

“Bullshit.” Sam’s becoming aggravated, the same he always does when he thinks Dean’s being stupid. Dean's going to miss it. “Come on, man. If it’s nightmares, you can talk to me.”

Of course there are nightmares, they both know that. But he doesn’t really remember them. The feelings they leave behind are stark and fresh, but the shapes and voices are blurry, like movement at the edge of his vision. He wouldn't be able to explain them even if he tried. What would it help? Sam can't stop them. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Sam,” Dean says instead, back turned resolutely on the sharp anticipatory grief Sam has gotten so good at. “Maybe I’m sleepwalking, or something.” 

He hears Sam huff, unimpressed by the avoidance. “Sleepwalkers can usually make it out of bed.”

“Yeah well, I must suck at it, then,” he retorts, sharper than he meant. He drags both hands up and down the back of his head, scraping through his hair. When he looks at Sam, his anxious dimples are out, with a side of annoyance at his stubbornness. “Just leave it, Sam.”

It wasn't gonna matter in a few months, anyway. Sam doesn't bring it up again, but Dean can feel his eyes on him while he's driving, nuclear powerhouse brain of his fully engaged on the situation and it's leaden and frankly, scary, because Dean knows Sam will work something out whether he wants him to or not.

They keep working. A week and some days pass, and he only falls off all the way once. He almost manages to do it quietly, even, but Sam still catches him. His eyes are heavy with meaning, but he says nothing.

They stop at a motel driving out of a standard salt and burn. The beds aren’t against the wall, but the setup would allow it without blocking any door. Dean pushes his bed against it even if he knows it won't help. At least, the more he has to travel to roll off, the longer he’ll sleep uninterrupted. 

Sam is still not talking about it, even though he eyes the move with a slanted turn to his mouth. He salts the doors and windows, lets Dean grab the first shower as he starts looking for the next case. They share a beer while watching crap TV. Dean has been lulled into a false sense of security when he finally calls it and rolls into his bed, forehead practically pressed against the wall. That's why he jerks so spectacularly when Sam steps up and, without a by-your-leave, tosses back the covers and gets in right after him. 

“The hell?!” Dean tries to roll back over but it’s a double and they’re both large dudes. His shoulder checks into Sam's chin and he gets stuck in a twist, his knees knocking against Sam's.

“Shove over,” Sam orders, twisting around until his back is against Dean’s, a long line of connection that stops just over his ass. 

They’ve shared beds often before. This is nothing new, except it kinda is. When they were kids it just made sense, and then it happened sometimes out of necessity and they didn't care except when elbows got a bit wild. Dean doesn't consider being a human shield to prevent your almost-30 big brother from face planting off the bed as a necessity. 

Still - Sam’s warm. Sam’s also wearing a t-shirt, and he’s very grateful for that because he isn't. It's seeping through his skin and settling something he didn't know was restless low under his ribs.

Dean considers wrestling Sam off the bed. His angle is lousy and he's got no leverage. He’d have to get nasty about it, and he doesn't want to. Besides, the warmth is not unpleasant. “Jesus, dude, can you have more limbs?” Dean complains, capitulating. He shuffles around until his folded elbows and knees kinda make sense in what little space he’s got left. It may or may not increase the pressure against Sam’s back.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Sam snaps right back, and he has no business sounding so smug.

“Serves you right if I push you off.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Dean doesn't push Sam off. He wakes up still on his side of the bed, nose pressed behind Sam’s ear and limbs a confused tangle in the small space. There's a growing amber of mortification and dread, but also the deep, slow rhythm of Sam’s breathing against his arm. He focuses on that, on the Sam-smell and the even tide of his lungs providing sign of life every few seconds, and they drag him back down to sleep.

He hasn't slept so well in months. 

Normal brothers do not need to be practically hanging off the side of the bed so they're as close together as possible. Just sayin'.

[liptonsbabe]

Honeymoon Avenue [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader

Summary: Sam and his pack are determined to get rid of Bella’s baby as soon as it’s born. You are adamantly opposed to that. Sam is mad at you and you know you guys don’t live on the honeymoon avenue you used to be on anymore.

Warnings: None

A/N. well, hello! I’m back with another Sam imagine for u guys! i just wanted to say that i used a sentence starter from this list , sooo all the credits for you hun! Enjoy!

Same note as ever, english not my mother language so forgive any mistakes lol

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"what are you going to do when someone you save kills someone else in the future?"

You looked at Sam from across the kitchen, both of you had your arms crossed over your chests in a clear sign of annoyance. It was nighttime, the room was dark and you could only see your faces by the light of the TV on from the living room.

Sam was furious. His back was tense, fists clenched and teeth gnashing. Bella was a few hours away from giving birth and that had the whole herd nervous. Sam thought the baby was a threat to the reservation and wanted to get rid of it at any cost. You heard him say it at home, while he and the rest of the boys were having a meeting to decide how they would deal with the Cullens.

The pack tried to keep that conversation a secret because they knew you would refuse. You were Bella's friend and you got along very well with the Cullens, so trying to convince you of the danger that pregnancy posed was a hopeless.

In the end they couldn't keep the secret anymore and Sam decided to tell you everything, including the plan they were making to protect the reservation. You refused and it led to such a passionate fight between the two of you that Sam began to shake. You knew he would never hurt you, of course, because he had a great control over his wolf and wouldn't let him out when you were so close.

Still you asked the boys to leave you two alone. You calmed down a bit and when your bodies cooled down, you picked up the subject again.

You bit your lip, looking at him.

"Don't you think you're going too far, Sam? It's just a baby."

"We don't know that yet."

"It's inside Bella."

"That doesn't assure us anything. It was created by a vampire."

"Edward was a human at some point in his life like any other, don't you believe in the possibility that it could be born as Bella? as a human!"

"Yeah, but I also believe in the idea that it could be born as a vampire. And if so then it won't be able to contain the thirst. It would wipe out the whole town in less than an hour."

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm thinking about possibilities. I'm not just the leader of the pack, I'm the protector of the whole reservation, of our community, of the council. I need to make a decision and I want you to back me up for once in my goddamn life, (Y/N)"

You saw him hunch forward as he rested his fists on the back of the chair. The TV light flickered and through the darkness you swore you saw the way Sam's body shivered softly.

"Haven't I supported you enough?" you claimed moving closer until you were under the door frame. He stood up and looked at you wearily "Haven't I taken care of the pack along with you all this time? I've been like a second mother to those pups, I've fed them and cared for them as much as I can. And I do it because I know it's tiring for you and because they need to be with you every moment every second of the day and I've never reproached you for it. I love to see them every day, take care of them and protect them because I know that in that way I am taking a weight off your shoulders. Haven't I done enough already? Do me a favor and stop being so ungrateful."

"I never asked you to do that."

"You didn't, but I'm your imprint and we share responsibility" You approached him slowly, sighed and took his hands. You were tired of fighting. For months now something in your relationship had changed and you didn't feel it like before. At first you seemed to live in a permanent honeymoon, but with everything the pack had been through lately Sam was living in constant stress and it was reflecting so much in your relationship.

Now you would end every argument in a terrible fight that led you to feel guilty the next day.

Sam squeezed your hands gently and looked you in the eye. You didn't want to fight anymore, you were tired, yet you were going to try everything to keep Bella and her baby safe as much as you could.

"You've always said that we imprints are part of the pack. We are on the council, we protect the reservation and keep the secret safe. We do the same as you but without becoming wolves or sharing our thoughts. That makes us almost the same. Sam, if your words are true, if you have been truly honest, don't you think I can take part in the decisions you will have to make? We are... family. We all are. You have to listen to me."

"You are an important part of the pack. You, Kim, Rachel... but you can't interfere. Not in this."

"You'll make the wrong decision."

"I'll take the consequences."

"You think the Cullens are just gonna sit back and watch their family get attacked? They'll turn it into a war! Another goddamn war, Sam, don't you get it? He's a baby!"

"I'm not going to discuss this with you anymore."

"You will!" You grabbed him by the arm as Sam wanted to escape out of the room. He stopped "You will do it, Sam. Have you stopped to think for a second what Bella is going to suffer? The damage you will cause her? It doesn't matter if that baby is born human or half vampire. It will still be her child and she will protect it like an animal. Could you kill Bella if necessary?" Sam was silent, thinking. You squeezed his arm, pleading "Have you thought... what you would do if the situation were different? If I were pregnant with your child and the Cullens saw it as a threat...what would you do?"

"It's not the same."

"But if it were..."

"That’s enough, (Y/N)."

"If our child were a wolf from my womb, if it were born with the condition of transforming at every moment, on my arms..."

"Enough, (Y/N)"

"We would love him just the same and protect him with our lives. We wouldn't let him hurt anyone else because he would have us to contain him and then..."

"I said enough!"

Your body froze as you heard Sam's scream echo through the walls of the house. He had never used his commanding voice with you, he had never made use of that act of authority over you and that he had used it at that moment kept you in a permanent shock. You felt a terrible weight on your heart and without saying anything else you went up to the bedroom, closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then you heard the front door open and close and Sam howling as he ran into the woods. You sighed heavily and convinced yourself that things between you had undoubtedly changed.

[togrowoldinv]

Twisted Necklace

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you’re forced to choose a side, things get tense.

Warnings: a curse word or two, injury

Note: Okay, so that’s my worst description ever, but I can’t figure out how to describe this one without giving too much information away. It’s a bit description heavy at the beginning, but I hope you’ll stick with it because I do love the ending!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Natasha was always wearing her arrow necklace. You noticed it the minute you joined the team and started training with her.

When you first started out, you weren’t exactly the best fighter. Sure you could hold your own against the average person, but not against trained assassins or super soldiers.

Nat was always encouraging you though and she never let you feel less than for not being an expert at hand to hand combat. Intelligence was always more your thing but you had to learn how to fight just in case you had to hold your own sometime.

So you trained with Natasha every single day. And you really did love every minute of it.

Naturally, you and Natasha became friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that no one ever mentioned but they took notice of.

It was the little things. The lingering touch of her hand when she helped you up while sparring. Or the prolonged eye contact during team dinners. Everyone saw it except for you and Natasha.

But then things changed quickly. Pretty much overnight, the team began to fall apart and everyone picked sides. You hated that Natasha was on the other side of things. It was all so ridiculous anyway, but you couldn’t be on Tony’s side. They were playing it all wrong.

You could see the hesitation in Nat’s eyes when she announced her position on the subject. But you both held your ground.

So you find yourself at odds with her now in the fight and all you can think about is how you just want this to end.

“I’m not going to fight you,” Natasha says as the teams surround each other.

“I don’t want to fight anyone,” you counter.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Natasha says. You do feel like she means it. She moves to fight Scott instead.

The fight goes on for a while and you mange to stay out of the brunt of it. That is until a van comes hurling towards you. You shout for help from someone with super strength or powers, but there’s too much fighting going on for anyone to notice.

You can’t get out of the way quick enough and you get hit. It forces you back on the concrete and it feels like every bone in your body is broken.

“Shit! Guys, y/n is down,” you hear Sam say into the comms. He could see it happening from above, but couldn’t get there in time to stop it.

Wanda and Clint come running in your direction.

“Can you hear us, y/n?” Wanda asks into the comms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright,” you whimper out, trying to sit up but it hurts too much. “I just can’t move.”

It’s then that everyone else notices you are seriously hurt. Both sides stop fighting once one side is alerted to your injury.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asks Scott and he points to where you are on the ground.

Immediately, Natasha sprints over to you. She moves past everyone to kneel by your side.

“I’m here, y/n,” Nat says.

“Hey, Nat,” you say and she looks you over carefully. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“We’ll get you home. You’re going to be okay.” She holds your hand in hers and you drift off, feeling weak from the pain.

The ambulance rushes in and you are taken to the hospital where the team waits for the doctors to give them the verdict on your injuries. They all sit in the waiting room.

“This shouldn’t have happened,” Natasha says suddenly. She stands up and looks at everyone. “This is so fucking stupid. Why are we fighting each other? Y/n is in there in critical condition because we can’t just agree on one goddamn thing!”

“Nat please just calm down,” Tony tries.

“You shouldn’t even start with that nonsense,” she warns him and he backs down.

“We didn’t mean-“ Steve begins, but Nat cuts him off too.

“You either, Steve. Both of you need to just stop being so immature.”

Clint manages to walk her out of the room to calm her down.

“You love her don’t you?” He asks her once they are in the hallway.

“What?”

“Y/n. You love her.”

“I don’t- do I love her?” Natasha asks aloud but it’s mostly to herself. Clint just smiles at her.

It’s a few hours later when you wake up in a hospital room. A warm hand in yours grounds you to your surroundings.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” A comforting voice says and you open your eyes to see Natasha.

“Like I got hit by a van. How bad is it?”

“Just a lot of broken bones. I’m so sorry that it happened,” Natasha says. She sounds so apologetic, like she could almost cry.

“It’s not your fault, Nat. I’m not upset with you,” you say and she looks down at her hand in yours. You squeeze her hand to assure her your words are genuine.

“I was on the wrong side,” she says.

“There was no right side.”

“I suppose you’re right. Let me go tell the doctor you’re awake,” Nat says and gets up to leave but you hold her hand tighter.

“Please don’t leave,” you say and she nods before sitting back down.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

You give her your best smile. You notice her arrow necklace is twisted around her neck and you beckon for her to come closer.

“Come here,” you say and she hesitantly leans forward, unsure of what you’re doing. She’s extremely close to you. You can feel the warmth radiating off of her and you crave more of it.

You reach for her necklace and she almost flinches, but she remains still as you twist the necklace back around to face the right way. A shiver goes down her spine at the feeling of your fingers brushing against her skin.

“There we go,” you say and she looks at you with an unidentifiable look in her eye. “Are you al-“

Natasha’s lips pressing against yours cuts your words off. Never have you not minded being interrupted so much. She kisses you deeply and it feels like every part of her wants to be close to you.

When you both break for air Natasha speaks first.

“I’m sorry. I just- I needed to know.”

“And?” You ask nervously.

“And I’m definitely in love with you,” Natasha admits. She presses another kiss to your lips.

“I love you too,” you say and she cups your cheek to kiss you again, but you hear someone clear their throat by the door.

You both look up to see Wanda standing at the threshold.

“Alright lovebirds, shall I tell the doctor that y/n is awake?” Wanda asks with a grin.

“Oh shit, yeah. I kind of forgot I was so broken. I think your kisses may have healed me,” you try to sit up further and you feel shooting pains several places in your body. “Nope. Never mind.”

“It was worth a shot,” Natasha jokes and you laugh with her.

Soon you’d become so important to her that she would wear a chain with your initial on it around her neck. And you would always straighten it as a way of asking her for a kiss.

She always obliges.

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Could you write protective!nat x r? I’m a sucker for r getting hurt on a mission, but I know you’ve already done that. Maybe r is in training w natasha as her trainer, and they go on what’s supposed to be an easy first mission for r but it turns out their intel is completely wrong. Even though r is in over her head, she saves nat’s life and gets hurt. Lots of guilty and protective nat and the confessing of feelings

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“It was wrong – the….they… wrong, we’re outnumbered–”

The words come out jumbled, crackling in your earpiece as Wanda yells into her own from her position. You scan the field in front of you, but you can’t see her.

She's right though. You’re definitely outnumbered.

Every time you hit a target, there’s another three lining up after it. You’ve managed to push your way through half of them when you look up and spot Natasha across the field at the same time one of the beings you’re fighting does.

As it runs towards Natasha – who is occupied with trying to fight off a group of them already – you dart across the field in pursuit.

It’s a split-second decision but you don’t even need that time to make up your mind about what to do as you throw yourself between them.

You manage to get a hit on it, but not before it swipes out at you with its claws, snarling, and pulls you down with it. 

It takes a second for the pain to hit you but when it does; boy it does.

The last thing you see before everything turns dark is Natasha hovering above you and the horrified look in her eyes.

--

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if Natasha walked a hole into the floor with the way she’s going.

She hasn’t stopped pacing around your med-bay room once since you’d woken; if you asked any of your other teammates, you also wouldn’t be surprised if they told you she’s been doing it since you were bought in.

Still groggy from whatever meds they’d given you, you hesitate as you take in her words.

It’s not like you can give her an honest answer.

You can’t turn around and be like: well you see, Nat, I did it because i’m in love with you. And would do it again. Because I’m in love with you, as I said. No biggie though.

Either way, you’re saved from answering as she continues, not even sparing you a glance.

You huddle on the gurney beneath you and try not to flinch as she barks at you, even more harshly than before: “Are you insane Y/N? What the hell was going through your head when you thought that was a good idea?”

“Yeah, it was pretty dumb,” Sam agrees quietly in the corner, before he flinches when Natasha whirls around on him and slaps him on the arm. “You said it first!”

“Get out,” Natasha orders tersely, ignoring him. “All of you.”

She reaches out and grabs the back of your vest as you try to tiptoe out with the rest of the team. A few of them giving you sympathetic looks as they pass. “Not you.”

You don’t even bother trying to twist under her hold, it’s futile. You know better than anyone. When the room is clear, door shut behind them, she lets you go, surprisingly gentle even with the stormy expression on her face.

You watch her cautiously for a second before you clear your throat. “Nat, I’m sorry.”

At your words, her gaze narrows even further, and you flinch back instinctively as she advances on you again. The look in her eye making you back up until youre stopped abruptly when you make contact with the edge of the gurney behind you.

She doesn’t stop until she’s looming over you, hands on either side of you, flat against the gurney and caging you in so you’re trapped against her.

She’s so close that you’re pretty much breathing the same air. In almost any other circumstance you’d be jumping for joy being this close to her.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, almost whispering this time.

Natasha is probably the person you respect most in the world and her obvious disappointment in you made you feel about two inches tall.

“You ever do that again and you’re off the team, got it?”

You start to protest, feeling like she’s being a little unfair. It’s not like you meant for this to happen. “I was just trying to –”

Immediately Natasha cuts you off as she grabs the front of your shirt, leaning in until your faces are so close that all you’d have to do is angle your head the right way and your lips would be touching.

That particular thought still sends a thrill up your spine, despite the severity of the situation. Since you’d joined the team and Natasha had begun training you, you’d spent a lot more time daydreaming about that particular scenario than you’d ever want to admit.

“I don’t care about what you were trying to do,” she growls, her gaze dark and intent with the anger you can see inside of her eyes as she scowls at you. “Never do that again. Never put yourself in danger for me ever again. You hear me?”

“What?!” you can’t help yourself this time. Despite yourself, you’re starting to get a little worked up too. And a little incredulous; you’ve never seen her lose her cool like this in all the time she’s been mentoring you. “Are you kidding? That’s part of being on this team. We’re always in danger!”

“That doesn’t mean you can just risk your life for me!”

“Why not? You’d do the same for me!”

“That’s irrelevant!”

“How is it irrelevant, Natasha?”

You’re both yelling now, inches apart, and you know distantly that the team must be able to hear you and you know you’re going to feel embarrassed about it later.

At your words, Natasha falls silent and it’s like some of the anger leeches out of her as her shoulders slump a little.

It’s at this moment that you can finally spot the worry in her eyes, no longer masked by her anger and it finally clicks what her reaction is actually about.

It’s not because she’s angry at your insubordination.

She isn’t scolding you for going against her orders or the plan.

She’s scared.

“Why is it irrelevant?” you repeat, a little softer this time. “It was my decision, Nat. If I died today, it would’ve been on me. Not you. You don’t have to feel bad about it.”

When she looks at you this time, you can see that spark of anger is back. You’re not sure how but you’ve clearly said the wrong thing.

“You think just because you’re okay with sacrificing yourself like an idiot that I should be okay with it too?”

You just manage to hold back a flinch at the harshness of her words. And then you actually do flinch as she grabs you, fingers digging into your upper arms a little, not enough to hurt but enough to keep you in place. “You think I’d just be okay with it? If something happened to you?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Ignoring you, she lets go of one of your arms to grab the front of your tattered vest, running her hand down the bloodstained fabric.

You remember all of a sudden that it’s not even your vest; it’s hers. You hadn’t been able to find yours this morning and she’d shrugged hers off without hesitation and handed it over, zipping it up for you.

“I’m really sorry about the vest,” you say quietly and you must really be making it your personal mission to say everything wrong today because this seems to tip her over the edge completely.

“I don’t care about the goddamn vest, Y/N! God you’re so --“she seems to struggle for what to say for a second, hands coming up to fist and unfist in the remains of said vest as she glares at you, as though you should understand what she’s trying to say. You don’t. “You’re just so reckless! Why would you do that!”

“Nat, I’m sorry --”

“Shut up!” She growls. You let out a squeak of surprise as she pulls you toward her roughly, hand sliding around to the back of your neck. “Just shut up!”

There’s a second of complete blankness in your mind, where you have no idea what’s happening until you realise that her lips are on yours and she’s kissing you.

You kiss her back eagerly, trying to hold onto what parts of her you can reach until with a little growl, she grabs your hands and pins them by your side, holding you in place firmly.

“Never do that again,” she orders sternly, when you break apart. She rests her forehead against yours as her eyes flutter open and meet yours. “Promise me you won’t do that again.”

Breathlessly, you just have time to mumble an agreement awkwardly —you’d do anything she asks of you right now just for the chance to kiss her again — before she pulls you back in.