#yo doctor sam

[arcanespillo]

"Fallen Idols"

SPN S5E05

[quantum-leap-writing-prompts]

Quantum Leap Writing Prompt:

Sam Leaps....

He opens his eyes, and finds he's laying on his back under a wooden console, and after a moment is able to recognize that he's inside the TARDIS, based on the whale-song like hum in the back of his head, and the familiar tools in his hands-- he's helped the Doctor repair and upgrade the TARDIS console quite a few times now, passing these tools to the Time Lord and absorbing all the knowledge he can about this amazing technology from another world.

He wonders where the Doctor is now, and which friend he has Leaped into now. Taking a moment to absorb the scene, Sam recognizes the circuits pried open in the panel above him and remembers this is a tune up that the TARDIS often required since the Doctor refused on principle to get new parts from his homeworld and insisted on making his own patch repairs.

The repair is almost completed, and Sam is about to finish it himself from the memories he has of traveling with the different incarnations of the Doctor, but pauses when he hears a voice call out from somewhere above the console "Doctor, are you almost done?"

Huh?

Sam looks from side to side, wondering if he has somehow overlooked the Time Lord either laying beside him giving a repair lesson or maybe a pair of dapper-clad legs to rival Al's fashion-sense striding around the room around him, but the only legs he sees seems to be where the voice had originated from.

Frowning in mystification, Sam casually rolls out from under the console and looks around again, but he still doesn't see the Time Lord anywhere, and instead meets the gaze of a young blonde figure looking at him expectantly, dressed in what he he could only describe as coming right out of 1930s Britain.

"Well, Doctor?" The figure asked again.

"Oh boy." Sam realizes.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

[bimbo-baggins17]

Thoughts on BABY DADDY SAM MONROE ‼️🫵🏼🫦

Oof okay, well first I’m gonna plug my beautiful Aga’s work link @anakinstwinklebunny

Immediately I thought of the sound on tiktok of ‘You want a beer?’ ‘He’s four!’ ‘Well I don’t know what to do with him!’

TW: mentions of weight, afab anatomy, Sam being Sam

- If we’re talking pre relationship-mending Sam, he’s not the best dad, sorry. “What do you mean you’re pregnant? I pulled out. Can’t you just abort the thing or whatever?”

- The only reason he’d go along to doctor’s appointments is because his mom would nag him and tell him it’s the right thing to do.

- Did he love you? In his own way yeah, he supposed but that didn’t mean he wanted a baby. He saw how his parents ended up and he didn’t want to be that way with you

- “Babe, where’s my last kit-kat?” You’d ask, searching your normal stash area. Your cravings were in full swing. He wouldn’t bother to look up from the video game he’s playing or magazine he’s reading, “I ate it earlier.” “Seriously Sam?” He’d just shrug like it was no big deal, “Yeah. You can always get another. Relax.”

- He’d begrudgingly rub your swollen feet when you’d ask him to, muttering under his breath occasionally and half ass doing it

- Smoking around you was still common, no matter how much you got onto his ass about it. “Sam, you can’t be doing that. Put it out!” Immediately he’d shake his head, “This is the last bit of my shit and I’m not owing Josh another favor.” “Go outside then if you have to.” “Ugh fine. Whatever ‘mom’.” You swore you were going to have two kids.

- “You’re gaining weight.” He’d point out one day and your heart would sink. “I’m pregnant. I’m supposed to.” “Still. Should try to lose some.”

- “Chicks, man.” He’d groan under his breath when you’d snapped on him for the third time today because he was being inconsiderate again. This time it was some comment about how Alyssa was hot and he’d definitely tap that.

- Something starts to change the second he feels the baby kick for the first time. He’d notice the way your eyes widen and you sit up straighter, “What is it?” “The baby just kicked.” The excitement in your voice was clear enough for him to pick up. He swallows and looks at you for a second before timidly asking, “Can I feel it?”

-It was the first time he really took interest, how could you say no? “Yeah, come here.” He walks over and you take his hands, placing them on the spot where you had felt it last. It’s still for a few seconds and he’s about to pull away when it happens again. His eyes widen and he stares in awe at your belly bump for a moment. Your smile widens as you look up at him. Slowly his own lips curl into a smile, “Wow.” He’d actually created life with you.

- Tries to convince you of some god awful name combinations for your son. Chester Daron, Atticus Taylor, Wes Manson. They’re all name combinations taken from members of his favorite bands.

- He’d get your son band onesies. Slipknot, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, Linkin Park, Korn, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He’d be the punkest baby.

- He’d be there for the birth. He wanted to barf seeing the different fluids and how your body changes as it pushes the baby out. There’s no way that’s the same pussy he’d spend hours devouring.

- But then hearing your baby cry for the first time, it caused the rest of the shift to happen in him. He was a dad. A dad. Him. He couldn’t believe it. He created life with you. He quickly wipes away the tears that were forming with the back of his hand. “Jesus. You did it. It’s actually here.” “He’s here,” You correct him, “and we did it, Sam.”

- He’d ask to hold your baby, taking it into his arms with a kind of gentleness you’ve never seen from him before. Your son would hold onto one of his ringed fingers, “Wow. Such a tight grip already, little man.” It was a sweet moment, a tenderness in his eyes as he looks at your son. “Gonna show you all the best music. None of that poser shit. I’ll teach you how to roll the best joint too when you’re old enough.” You win some, you lose some.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Right After All: Part Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: minor angst, banged-up dean

Summary: After a hunt lands Dean in your hospital, he's in worse shape than he realizes. He has to have around-the-clock care, and you volunteer without thinking about the consequences.

Right After All Masterlist

Square Filled: latte for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You haven’t talked to Dean since your fight in the hospital. You’re not sure what you’d say to him. He basically told you he didn't care about you so what can you say that will make it all better? Your boss has given you the extra hours you asked for just so you don’t have to go home and see him.

Clarissa might have him at the house and you’d rather not have to face that demon yet. So, you’ve been holed up in the hospital and even have gone far enough to sleep in the on-call room before your next shift. The hospital has showers for the nurses, interns, and doctors which is what you’ve been using to take care of yourself. 

It’s been working so far.

“Here, looks like you need this more than I do.” Your friend hands you a latte from the coffee cart on the first floor of the hospital. You take it with a grateful smile and take that first sip of Heaven. Delicious. “So, how are things with Dean?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him for a week. I’ve been too busy with work.”

“You mean avoiding him by sleeping here?”

“What should I do, Katie? He said kissing me was a mistake and he didn’t care about me. He made it clear he doesn’t think about me so that’s that. I have to move on.”

“Sounds like you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, well, life is funny like that, I guess.”

You grab some paperwork to file away when your nurse manager comes over with a clipboard in her hand.

“Y/N, I need you to check the patient in room 2319. A guy came in with a gash on his abdomen and a broken leg. I’ll page Ortho when you’re done with your assessment.”

“Okay.” You take the clipboard and walk to room 2319 expecting to see someone who got into an accident of sorts. Maybe a car accident? Animal attack? “Mr. Johnson? My name is—Dean?”

You almost drop everything and run to his side. He’s lying on the hospital bed clearly in an immense amount of pain. 

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“What happened?” You close the door so you can speak in private and approach his side. “Where’s Sam?”

“Pulling the car around,” he chuckles.

“What happened?”

As you speak to him, you’re hooking him up to monitors and getting his vital information before Ortho comes in and takes a look at his leg.

“A hunt gone wrong, I guess. I’m fine.”

“You have a broken leg and look at this gash. I hate that you put yourself in danger like this.”

“I thought you didn’t care.”

You roll your eyes and look at him. Of course, he’d bring it up like this.

“You’re an ass.” You leave the room and inform the nurse manager that you’re done with your part. You step off into the stairwell and call your sister who you have yet to see at the hospital. “Hey, did you know Dean is at my hospital?”

“Yeah, he called me in the car. He said he was fine and didn’t need me there.”

Hearing her say this brings tears to your eyes.

“As his girlfriend, you should be here to support him whether he says he needs you or not.”

“I got shit to do.”

“You know, if you’re going to treat him this way,” your voice cracks, “just end it with him.”

“What do you mean?”

You don’t elaborate and hang up on her. You wipe your tears and slow your breathing before going back to room 2319. This time, Dean is out from sedation and Sam is in the room. He has cuts and bruises on his face and arms but nothing like what Dean has.

“Hey,” you say and close the door behind you. “How is he?”

“He passed out the second they gave him morphine.”

After doing a quick check on Dean’s vitals, you grab Sam’s jaw and inspect the cuts on his face.

“Let me clean this for you.” You grab the necessary equipment and begin cleaning his wounds. “You two are always getting hurt. What does Eileen think about this?”

“She’s a hunter, too. She understands.” He lets you work in silence before breaking it with the million-dollar question. “How are you doing?”

“I’ve been better. What the hell happened out there?”

“We were chasing a wendigo. We haven’t fought one in a while, and Dean went to use his flamethrower when it grabbed him, sunk its claws in him, and threw him into the cave’s walls. I barely got to it before I could end up the same way. I had to carry him back to the car so I could get him here.”

“Dean’s lucky he got here in time. He was bleeding pretty badly. He’s the strongest person I know. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” Sam smiles.

Once you’re done fixing him, the doctor comes in and wheels Dean into surgery. Not only to fix his leg but to clean and stitch his abdomen wound together. Once he’s done, thirteen hours later, Clarissa visits him in the hospital. You’re not sure what her endgame is with Dean but you know it’s not marriage. If she doesn't love him, what the hell is she still doing with him?

“Where were you?”

“I told you. I had shit to do. Is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine. Surgery went really well but he’ll be in a cast for some time.”

The doctor who performed the surgery comes in but Dean is still knocked out from the drugs they gave him.

“He’s lucky he came here when he did. I was able to repair the damage to his abdomen and Dr. Torres was able to fix the break in his leg. He’ll be in a cast for at least six weeks but I plan for maybe ten. I have outlined how to care for the wound on his abdomen but please call me if you have any questions. Does he have someone at home who can help care for him?”

You, Sam, and Clarissa all look at each other unsure how to answer. Sam is okay enough to keep hunting and it’s not like Clarissa will volunteer to take care of him for ten weeks while he heals.

“Yeah, with me,” you blurt before you can stop yourself. “I live close to the hospital with my sister who is his girlfriend. We’ll look after him until he’s good enough to go home.”

“Okay. He needs to stay here for three days for observation but then he can go home.”

“Are you sure you want to take him? I can do it,” Sam says once the doctor leaves.

“And keep you from hunting? No, Clarissa and I can do it. Don’t worry about him. He’s in good hands.”

Three days later, you’re the one to bring Dean home from the hospital. He hates not being able to do things for himself but he’s going to have to learn since he can’t put any weight on his leg. Plus, if he moves too much, his stitches will open on his abdomen.

“This will be your home for the next ten weeks. Think you can handle it?”

You’ve made Dean comfortable on the guest bed as best as you can.

“Can you handle it?”

“I’ll manage,” you smile.

Clarissa doesn’t seem like she cares about Dean because she is never home whenever you need him to be. When you’re at the hospital, she will pop in every few hours to make sure he gets what he needs but will otherwise leave him alone. When you get off, you stay in nurse mode to take care of him. Clarissa will come home and act like the caring girlfriend only to sleep in the same bed as him.

It’s honestly exhausting.

It doesn’t matter what you do or how you do it, but you can’t seem to move on from him. You look at him and see everything you two could be. Then you see Clarissa and you’re not going to be the one to break them up. You’re not a homewrecker. It just hurts so much to see them together when you know the truth.

Weeks go by and Dean is slowly getting better but still needs someone to take care of him. You’re bringing him some grilled cheese and tomato soup, one of his favorite meals.

“I made it extra cheesy for you,” you grin and set the tray of food on the bed.

“I thought you didn’t care.”

There he goes again, saying the same thing he did weeks ago. Of course, you care. You care ven when you don’t.

“I care about your well-being.”

You take his dirty dishes and go to leave but he stops you.

“That’s not what I mean, and that’s not what I meant in the hospital.”

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean,” you scoff. You turn to leave again but he stops you by saying your name. “What do you want me to say, Dean? You made it perfectly clear how you feel about me. I’m just taking care of a friend and nothing more. I’d like to think you’d do the same for me, right?”

Is he being unfair to you? Maybe. He has his reasons for acting the way he does but maybe they’re not good enough anymore.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

You two stare at each other meaningfully. You’re about five seconds from going over there and kissing him when you hear the front door slam.

“Baby? I’m home!” Clarrisa calls out.

“We’re in here!”

Clarissa bounces into the room with a smile and goes over to Dean so she can give him a proper kiss. The worst thing about it is that he kisses her back. You turn and leave the room because if you had stayed even just a second longer, they would have seen the tears falling from your eyes.

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[flowersintheimpala69]

headcanon (not rlly cuz it’s not canonically plausible at all but shh) that Sam got prescribed medication for his depression at Stanford then when he starts road tripping with dean he keeps it secret cuz he LOVES dean but he’s also slightly embarrassed and worried Dean would judge him. Until one day Dean finds the medication in Sam’s duffel bag when he’s looking for Advil or smth and at first he’s sorta dosent understand and he asks Sam about it and Sam goes all quiet and avoiding dean’s eyes says “they’re for my depression” and Dean just dosent get it cuz what do you mean you’re depressed you seem fine to me you seemed okay when you were a kid everyone gets sad sometimes why do you need medication and it’s not coming from a place of hate but dean grew up under John ‘Toxic Masculinity” Winchester and isn’t depression a girl thing?

And he doesn’t really get it but doesn’t rib Sam too much about it cuz it seems like a sore spot so they don’t talk about it at all in their Winchester-esque way until suddenly out of the blue about 3 months later Sam’s acting irritable and won’t eat and yo-yos between not sleeping and sleeping the whole day and dean has to practically fight tooth and nail to get Sam to get up and shower and brush his teeth or hair and function like a normal person.

And eventually it becomes too much and dean finally asks Sam what’s wrong and Sam just stares at him with that blank look and then quietly and meekly admits, “my meds ran out and I can’t get a refill.”

And dean feel so bad cause he gave Sam such a hard time about the meds and if this is what sam’s like without the meds then maybe he really does need them.

And dean hates that cuz he’s Sam’s big brother he should be able to protect Sam from this but he can’t and it eats him up inside.

He pushes Sam’s messy hair back gently, and tells him he’ll fix it he’ll make it better

And Sam looks at him with those sad brown eyes and whispers weakly and somewhat bitterly you can’t fix this, dean, it’s not a monster or ghost you can fight, it’s me— my brain is broken and you can’t fix that

Dean just smiles sadly and tenderly runs his hands through Sam’s hair I can try

So Dean decides they take a break from hunting for a while, and he brings Sam food that’s light on his stomach, reads up about depression, brushes Sam’s hair for him, gives Sam baths when he can’t bring himself to shower and tries to take him outside for fresh air.

Sam gets better, even slightly, but there are somethings that are even beyond dean’s ability. Eventually they start doing hunts again, and dean can tell Sam is still struggling and he can’t get out of bed most days but Dean just muscles through those days and is extra gentle with sam.

One day, dean comes back to the motel they’re staying at and Sam’s sitting on the bed reading and dean just wordlessly drop a small orange bottle onto Sam’s lap.

Sam looks up at dean and dean sheepishly explains that it’s the meds Sam used to take

How’d you get this? Sam asks, awed

Dean grins, it’s easier to fake a prescription then you think

Sam smiles—really smiles for what feels like for the first time in days

It’s not the same dosage and I’m not a doctor or anything but you’re supposed to be weened back onto them, right? I’m sorry—

Dean, Sam cuts him off, it’s great. Thank you.

And Sam has tough days. He always will, but it’s okay and they’re both okay.

[victimeyez]

For the drabbles thing, has there ever been a moment when Caius has worried that Tommy is dead, either because he or one of their clients took things too far? Im curious to know what his reaction would be, and if he would care at all about losing him.

AHHH thank you so much for the ask! This was fun to write. Nearly losing Tommy made Caius realize for the first time just how much he cared.

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Things had been going good.Over a year in, and Tommy was a hit. They had enough requests for him to book out the next year, at least. 

So Caius did what he promised himself he would never do: he got sloppy. 

He managed to get Tommy in the car, sprawling him across the back.

“Give me your arm, come on.”

Tommy was breathing shallowly, and his face was ghostly pale in the dim light of the streetlamp nearby. 

Caius frantically checked his pockets for his phone, finding it tucked in the last one he checked. He unlocked it with shaking hands and got into his speed dial with a few quick presses, sandwiching it between his ear and shoulder as he fumbled with his first aid kit. The one time he leaves it in the car, goddamnit. 

Sam answered just before it went to voicemail, his voice drowsy. 

“Caius? What time is it?”

“Two AM, rise and shine.” He tried to keep the panic from his voice. He found Tommy’s wrist and turned out his arm. His blood looked black in the light, spewing shockingly fast from the gash parting his ivory skin.

“Sam, Tommy’s hurt bad, they definitely got an artery. I’m working on a tourniquet – what do I do?”

“Fuck,” Sam responded, his voice slightly clearer. 

“-Where is the bleed? How big? How deep?”

“Arm, I don’t know, I don’t know,” Caius rushed, pulling the roll of gauze out and struggling to find where it started for a second before he started to wrap it around Tommy’s arm.

“Give me something to work with here, what’s going on?”

Tommy moaned in pain when Caius bound it tightly, startling slightly out of his stupor. 

“Tommy? Stay with me buddy, stay with me. Sam, you’re going to have to meet me.”

“Jeez, okay, where are you right now?”

The bandage was darkening fast while he prepared the tourniquet. Which step was first again? He couldn’t remember anything, his head was reeling in a blind panic. 

He paused long enough to send his location to Sam before pinching the phone back against his shoulder.

“I’m here, pick the best halfway point and send it back to me right now, go NOW.”

He could hear rustling on the phone, hopefully the sound of Sam heading his way. 

“Give me thirty seconds and I’ll send it and head out. But hey, if you lose this one, don’t beat yourself up about it, it happens. I knew a guy who-”

“NO,” Caius snarled, and he realized he was scared. There were a few beats of silence, and his phone pinged. He tied off the tourniquet and dropped his phone into his hand, rounding the car to rip the driver’s door open and jump inside.

ASSHOLE DOCTOR (SAM) HAS PINGED YOU A LOCATION.

It couldn’t load fast enough. He was pulling out of the driveway before he knew where he was heading. 

“It’s forty minutes out,” Sam told him gently, his voice distant as the call transferred to his own car’s system. At least he was on the way. 

“Be there in twenty.”

Caius hung up the phone, his wheels skidding in the street as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Tommy, baby, talk to me, you’ve gotta stay awake.”

From the back seat, Tommy groaned weakly.

Caius flipped the heaters on, only slowing briefly at a red light before peeling out. He was already sweating, but Tommy had felt so cold. 

“Keep talking, I gotta know you’re okay. What’s your favorite movie?”

Tommy took a shuddering breath.

“I don’t feel so good…”

His voice was so small, Caiuscould barely hear him over the blast of the heaters.

“What uh, what do you want for dinner? Once I get you fixed up. Anything you want.”

Tommy coughed raspily, dry heaving before he fell still again.

“TOMMY.”

“Coney. From home.”

“Home?”

Tommy took a shuddering breath. 

“Motor city, baby,” Tommy mumbled sleepily. Caius laughed, too loud, too jarring. 

“Tell me, tell me about Detroit.”

There was no response. Caius turned music on, whatever was playing, and turned it up loud. 

“YOU GOTTA STAY AWAKE,” he shouted over the music, and saw Tommy stir uncomfortably.

His phone told him they’d be going straight down the highway for the next 24 miles. He worked the gas pedal slowly to the ground, grateful for the clear roads. 

He skidded to a halt in the empty parking lot of Wheeler’s Dealers Emporium. His heart was beating out of his chest like he had run the whole way. He threw open Tommy’s door and pulled his legs, drawing him closer to get a look at him. 

“Stay with me. Tommy? Come on, little longer.”

Tommy made no response. 

He could hear a car pulling into the lot behind him, fast. 

He held his face, shining his cell phone light at his eyes. Tugging one lid open, his eyes were rolled back. In the light, his lips were so blue.

Caius kissed him. 

He didn’t know why, he hadn’t kissed him before. CPR didn’t work for blood loss, did it? He looked down and saw where that inky blackness had seeped into the jacket he’d wrapped around him. 

He grabbed his arm right over the cut and squeezed. 

The pain brought Tommy back to life, gasping for breath. Caius kissed him like warming his lips would save him, but honestly, he was just so relieved he wasn’t gone. 

Tommy went limp in his arms. 

Then Sam was there too, putting a hand on his shoulder. Caius moved out of the way, and Sam snagged the scissors from the first aid, cutting away the clothing obscuring the wound. 

“Tommy buddy, talk to me, you hanging in there?”

Caius sat in the back seat, holding Tommy up in his lap.  “Please, Tommy. Stay.”

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[thatsgay-writes]

Party Time

Slight Spoilers? Not really. Read at your own risk. I am also not a doctor so all medical terms and stuff is slightly googled and not all the way informed.

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You pulled Tara closer to you as the bass of the music made it hard to hear her talk to you. "We should get more drinks!" Tara yells into your ear, voice a little slurred. You motion back an "Okay" before splitting up from her in the dense crowd. You and Tara had been seeing each other for about two months now after you partnered up on a English project for class. You fell head over heels for the girl almost immediately as she made you laugh constantly and would always check you out when she thought you weren't looking. The same could be said for Tara. She had always noticed you in class, the professor's voice droning on and on and on in the background as she stared. She had wanted to go up and talk to you so many times but was always stopped by the fear of what had happened to her and the irrational fear that it could happen again. Not that she would tell her friends or her sister, who was already too over protective of her. She was also scared that she would scare you away. I mean her 3 day hell was posted all over the news for weeks and caused people she had known in school to unfriend her and the rest of her group. But luckily for her, you never really watched the news or kept up to date on most trends. Many people assumed because you threw multiple giant parties every year since high school, that you would be in the know of things but you rarely even scrolled through social media.

It was nice for Tara to meet someone who knew her as just Tara Carpenter, not Tara Carpenter a serial killer survivor with a older sister who was the daughter of a serial killer. Now that you were together though, she still hadn't told you about her past or even meet her friends or sister. She was scared that they would scare you away, especially Sam, or tell you about everything when she needs to be the one to do it.

You and Tara regroup in your kitchen, the music less loud than before and there was no more need to yell. "It looks like your out of almost everything." Tara says as she pokes at a few bottles sitting in ice. You give the girl a mischievous look as you get an idea, "Why don't we raid my dad's stash upstairs and get lost for a few hours?" Tara sends you a very alluring look and allows you to grab her hand and pull her towards the stairs, both of you a little to inebriated to see Anika and Mindy sitting on the couch you pass. Anika tries to stop you and Tara but you both brush her off and keep moving forwards. You whisper a few things in Tara's ear that cause her to laugh as you began to walk up the stairs only to get pulled down and thrown the ground a few seconds later. "Yo, what the fuck!" You say as get your breath back and stand up. The entire house was quiet as Chad stood protectively in front of Tara, who looked worried and scared. You didn't really like Chad because it was clear he had a crush on Tara. "She's not going upstairs with you." Chad sneers as he takes a step closer to you, a couple of your friends start to step forwards but you put out a hand to stop them. If you had been sober, you would have just let the moment pass because you knew Chad was Tara's friend and you cared about Tara, but you were drunk and Chad just disrespected you in your own house. "I suggest you leave before we have a big fucking problem." You tell Chad as you step up to him to a poke a finger into his chest with each word. You can see Tara behind Chad, Mindy, and Anika, all of them guarding her from you like your some kind of monster. The only reason you were going to take a step back was because you could see Tara pleading to you with her eyes and you really didn't want to fight her friends because Tara was going to introduce you to them at some point.

You don't get the chance to take a step back because before you know it, you've been shoved and tased. "Shit!" You yell out in pain as you fall back onto the floor for the second time that night. You can here Tara yell out your name and then her sisters as you see the older girl stand over you for a second before grabbing Tara's arm and dragging her out the house. You struggle to stand, feeling like your getting minor shocks every time you move. "Parties over." You say and when no one moves, you yell. "I said the party is over! Get the hell out of my house!" At that, everyone starts to move, and as one of your friends pass you, you can hear them whisper about Sam. "What a crazy bitch." "Yeah just like her da-" He stops when he sees you glaring at. "Shut up." Is all you say before slowly walking away to start picking up trash. Your friends, and Tara's, look at you confused for a second before they all finally leave as well.

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"I can't believe you!" Tara yells as she slams the door to her room. She throws herself onto her bed as she sobs. She knew Sam had been over protective since what happened in Woodsboro, but this was way to far. Tasing someone? Tasing you? That crossed a line. "God, they're never going to talk to me again!" Tara yells into her pillow before pulling out her phone to text you, hoping you wouldn't break up with her over this. Please call me. I'm so sorry. And other variations are what she blows up your phone with and when you don't respond in 15 seconds she's calling your phone. "Shit!" Tara yells as she throws her phone onto her bed after the 5th time she gets your voicemail. It felt like everything was starting to crumble. A knock at her door stops her from her tirade. She opens it to see Sam, who looks pale, like she'd seen a ghost." She gives her a puzzled look and allows herself to be led to the living room. The news is on, covering a murder where a mask similar to the one she had seen in her dreams had been found. The apartment is deathly silent as every processes what they are seeing, even the newer people to the group who hadn't lived through what they had but could see the way it still affected their friends.

"We need to leave town. Now." Sam says, leaving no room to argue, as she speed walks to her room. "What? No! We don't know if it is really happening again!" Tara argues, she can't just leave now, not when life was finally settling. "It could be a coincidence that they found that mask! Everyone's dressed up!" Tara argues, the word coincidence cause her to flinch even though she's the one who said it, when is it ever a coincidence. "We're going. I am not risking this being some sort of "coincidence" because I can't risk being wrong and something happening to you." Tara goes to argue again when her phone rings. She lets out a sigh of relief, seeing your contact name and picture pop up but everyone else in the room tenses. Tara picks up the phone with no hesitance, "Hey, I've been calling you. Are you okay? I'm sorry about-" A dark chuckle makes it's way through the phone and Tara has to grab onto the couch as her knees buckle. "Tara, Tara, Tara. Let's play a game shall we? A little preview to the main event." The voice on the other side says and Tara grabs her inhaler while slipping her jacket back on. Her friends around her looking concerned. "You better leave them the fuck alone." Tara grits out as she slides a shoe on. "C'mon where's the spirit? I'll try again. Want to play a game." "No." Is all Tara says and her friends understand what's happening as they stand, ready for anything. "That's too bad, your friend over here is a pretty heavy sleeper. Makes it all a little too easy." At that, Tara is out the door and sprinting down the stairs, her friends fast on her heels. Quinn pulling out her phone to "call" her dad.

"Don't touch them... Please." Tara gasps out, running and talking not helping her much. "No, don't beg. You should have played the-" "Who the hell are you?" Tara can hear you ask in the background and the call immediately disconnects. Tara picks up her speed as she turns the corner, your house finally coming into view. As Tara turns and steps onto your front lawn, she can already see the door left open and can hear that inside is deadly silent. She creeps through the front door slowly, shrugging off her friends hands as they try to stop her, she couldn't lose you. She wouldn't lose you. Her friends were confused as to why the killer would target you and why Tara cared so much. A bang was heard from above as the group entered your living room to find the couches undone and multiple pillows with slashes through them, the glass table flipped and completely shattered. Tara's heart stops as she notice a good amount of blood on the glass.

A bang was heard again and the whole group flinched as they turned towards the stair to go up. Not even an hour ago had they been pulling you down to the ground and away from Tara in the exact same place. "You guys clear the other rooms, stay with a partner. Sam come with me." Tells the group as she slowly walks to your parents room, missing every creaky step in the hall like she had done hundreds of times before. Another bang was heard, this time Tara could tell it was from the closet, causing her to flinch. God, she really hope that it was you. The bang was heard one more time and Tara put her hand on handle, looking back to give Sam a "get ready" look. Tara yanked the door open and you went falling forwards. "Y/n!" Tara said thankfully as she help you stand up and assessing your injuries. You had blood covering your back from what Tara assumes is the living room table and a slice on the arm but other than that you seemed pretty unharmed. Tara finally looks away from your body and to your face and feels like she's going to be sick. You had obvious tears and tear tracks rolling down your face, mouth covered by silver duct tape as were your hands and all Tara could see was herself when she had been in this position. She felt like she was reliving how hopeless and terrified she had been. She reaches up to take the tape off your mouth when she sees your eyes go wide. Before she can even think, you're barreling through the sisters and tackling Ghostface, who was about to stab Sam in the back.

You let out a pained grunt as you landed on the floor, hands still tied so you couldn't catch yourself. Your eyes widen as you feel a knife go through your arm, right above your elbow, and into your side. The sounds of sirens had finally reached the house and Ghostface disappeared, leaving the knife in your arm and side making you feel like a shish kebab. Tara enters your view again and you can see blood rolling down her face from a cut on her forehead. You go to reach out and wipe the tears off her face but flinch as you move. "No! Don't move okay, you need to stay on your side so we don't move the knife around." She says as she carefully rips the duck tape off your mouth. You let out a strangled and broken "Tara" and it causes the girl to cry harder. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." She tells you as you feel hands on you turning you over, the movement causing you to yell out. The paramedics getting ready to take care of you, already pushing morphine to help ease your pain. The drugs cause you to tire out, adrenaline draining from your body as you look over to see Tara crying into the arms of her sister, who just looks so confused and scared, before finally passing out.

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"How long?" Sam asked as she sat in a chair next to your hospital bed, Tara on the opposite side. It had been a week since the new ghost face trio had been taken care of and the hospital was starting to feel too much like a second home again. Mindy was out of the hospital and finally able to fully grieve Anika. Gale was being discharged later that afternoon and you were supposed to be good to go after 24 hours of observation once you woke up. The stab wound to your arm had cut an artery and nicked your lung, adding that injury to the deep wounds from the table and cut on your other arm, you lost so much blood that you passed out and slipped into a coma.

"Two months." Sam nods her head and then cringes. "Sorry about the whole... taser thing." Tara lets out a laugh, the whole situation seeming so much smaller now considering what had happened. "I'm not really the one you should apologize to." Tara says motioning to you and Sam nods her head. It's silent for a moment before Same speaks up again. "Why... Why didn't you tell us? Or me?" Tara looks away, ashamed and kind of embarrassed. "You know I'll always love you for you right?" Tara nods her head, "Of course I know that. It's just... You were so overbearing and I was around you and everyone else 24/7 and it felt so nice to have something that was finally mine. Something that didn't remind me of Woodsboro... Someone that didn't already have some preconceived notion about us." Sam looks at Tara confused, "They don't know about Woodsboro?" Tara laughs, "Yeah, besides keeping up with artists, music, some sports, and sometimes videogames, they don't really watch the news or anything like that." Tara's smile slowly disappears, "But I guess that's over now. I mean how do I even explain that they almost died just for loving me?"

"I think that's a pretty good way to say it." You mumble out as you give Tara's hand a weak squeeze. "Y/n!" She says with glee as she pulls you into a gentle but loving kiss. "Your awake! Same go get a nurse or something! You have no idea how sorry I am Y/n, I understand if you want to break up with me." Tara says all in one breath, Sam leaves the room to get a nurse but makes sure to take a scenic route, so the two of you have time to talks. "I kinda have a confession to make too." You tell Tara as you held her hand. "I lied, I knew about Woodsboro. I mean it's hard not to after they reran the story months on end... And of course, Gale's book." Tara feels her heart stop. "What..." "Please don't get mad. I never meant to lie. It's just you seemed so at ease when I made it seem like I didn't know. My love for you isn't fake or anything, I love the real Tara. Not the one they tried to portray to the world. And us being partnered up in english was truly by chance."

Tara's quiet and you are so scared you ruined everything. "Well.. I am hurt that you lied to me, but to be fair I did think I was keeping a life ruining secret from you. So I guess we can call it even?" A wide smile grows on your face. "Perfect... Now what did I miss?" You ask as you eye her sling. Tara's face falls. "A lot."

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A lot of ppl reading this 😳 if u have any other scream ideas lmk.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Here's a silly idea if you wanna try it, no pressure!

How do you think the bachelor's/bachelorette's world react to the Farmer casually mentioning a blue man who leaves notes for them around town as challenges who also keeps cameras around town to watch them?

They do not elaborate, the Farmer just moves on like they talked about the birds lmaooo

Oh, man. I found the idea itself so funny that inspiration immediately kicked my ass 🤣 There's already been more than one mention for Qi and about his weird obsession with Farmer, strange quests and, God forgive me, about "snake milk"... Sheesh 😅

Thank you so much for the ask! ☺️ (hope I translated this correctly. Or feel free to ask again!)

SDV bachelors/ettes react to Farmer, who casually mentioned Mr. Qi:

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"You gotta drink less so you don't see shit." It's unusual to hear Shane say that, but even he doesn't remember drinking so much that he saw some hallucinations like "blue men". He'd let Farmer's words pass his ears and now was beginning to wonder if he should let his dear niece near that weirdo. Challenges, cameras everywhere... yeah sure.

The doctor's instincts hit right away and Harvey will run after Farmer to see if they have a fever. Cameras in the whole Stardew Valley? Dangerous quests in Calico Dessert? Sorry Farmer, but Harvey won't believe it and will insist they go to the clinic for a check up, or at least rest at home. You can’t ignore rest, you know, because it affects both physical and mental health...

"So I'm not the only one who noticed it." Wait, what? How does Sebastian know? "Found a weird note with your name on it when I was in the mines." Hold on, what was a local emo doing in the mines? And why is his arm in bandages? "Hm, let't change the subject, we were talking about blue stranger, weren't we?" Wait a minute, Seb!

Alex probably won't even listen to what the Farmer is saying. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, weirdo." The athlete may not be a genius, but even he can realize that there's no benefit to anyone putting cameras in Pelican Town for, like, what? Fun or whatever? To keep tabs on Farmer? That's stupid. Don't be stupid, Farmer.

"Wait, seriously? Yo, no kidding." With a lifestyle like Farmer's, Sam immediately believed in their words even without the details. However, the interest and desire to organize a quest with his friends to find the "secrets of the Valley" quickly faded away as the skateboarder's stomach rumbled. He would just forget the whole thing later.

Honestly, Elliott is completely confused. How should he react to what his friend Farmer has just said? The writer thinks it's complete nonsense, but because of his manners and his unwillingness to be confrontational or rude, Elliott will simply try to change the subject.

"Absurd", Abigail thought, but somehow the Farmer's words stuck in her mind. Considering that the purple-haired girl was just looking for an excuse to procrastinate duties, her ass began her own adventure of finding cameras. And she found one right away! And a strange note from someone named "Qi"! Wtf, hey Farmer, tell again about that weird blue dude!

"Ok, let's think: why would someone follow you around 24/7 and give you weird tasks?" For some reason, Maru was very much interested in Farmer's casually thrown words, trying to make sense of them. It's unclear, really, where this interest comes from, but maybe the young inventor wants to spend more time with Farmer. Even if the conversation is kinda strange.

Penny did her best to keep her smile from looking too forced. Wishing to remain polite and not to be rude, the red-haired teacher simply thanked Farmer for the conversation and went about her business, trying not to think too much about their words.

"The blue man? Oh, has Clint been drinking that Joja soda again?" No, Emily, that wasn't Clint, and he only turned blue once (and that was probably from worry, not from Joja cola). She would have forgotten about Farmer's words, but she also could swear that Sandy had once mentioned a similar person paying the rent in Oasis. Hmm, maybe Emily should ask again...

When Farmer told Haley about the strange blue man and other oddities, the blonde paused and wondered: if she should really have even listened to the words of a person who just a couple days ago had been rummaging through trash cans and eating raw seaweed? The answer was obvious, and Haley forgot about it as a misunderstanding.

Leah only shakes her head. "Whatever you say, Farmer." She doesn't want to be rude to them, but all this talk of cameras, dangerous quests, and a mysterious man hasn't impressed her one bit. If Farmer keeps this up - they'll always be considered a weirdo.

[ikyoudreamofme]

BY YOUR SIDE

A/N:ibsr I got this idea because I fucked up my back in dance🌚. Idk how I feel about this one it kinda goes on I fear.

Summary: your a dancer and have an important comp but get injured badly and have to go to the hospital.

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Y/N POV

Today I had a really important dance competition, there would be scouts for scholarships to some of the best dance academy’s in the country. I’ve got a trio small group and a group dance with my whole team.

I called Matt this morning before I left, he wished my luck and told me I’d do amazing as always. Knowing that he’s in the audience makes me feel somewhat relieved.

I get to the arena going to the changing rooms putting my costume on and asking a teammate to put my hair into a high ponytail while I do my makeup. The trio gets called to the wings, we stretch and mark the dance quickly before the team before us comes off stage smiling and wishing us luck. This is a friendly competition but I still needed to win. “Now with Stars Elite Dance Company! Number 2354, Dream On!” The commentator shouts as the crowd cheers, we walk on, into starting position waiting a few seconds before the music starts.

Matts POV

Her dance starts, she moves perfectly in sync with her two other teammates, her kicks are perfect, she does a set of turns and the crowd claps when she comes out of them without tripping. The dance is near the end and close to the part she’s been pushing herself to perfect, her two teammates kneel down beside her y/n steps on their knees then their shoulders before they stand up. Just before the music ends she drops back (it’s like the picture at the top). It’s perfect until she looses balance and falls. I stand up, her coach,Sam, runs on stage as the curtains close. “Matt shes okay.” Nick tried to reassure me I don’t listen to him and walk towards the backstage doors ignore the protests of my brothers who are following behind me.

Y/N’s POV

The second i dropped back something was wrong a wave of pain spiked through my back and I fell. “Y/N what happened!” Sam shouts “something.. with my back.” I mumble holding back tears. She gets someone to call 911 and we wait. “where’s Matt? Can you get him please…” i ask now letting my tears fall, Sam turns to look at me going to speak when Matt walks in. His eyes soften and he sits down beside me holding my hand and wiping my tears. “baby..” he whispers kissing my cheek. “Matt I ruined it. It was so good.” I cry; he shakes his head “no, no you didn’t y/n/n.”

The paramedics walk in and everyone moves out of the way except Matt. “Sir you need to step back so we can check her out.” The paramedic talks. Matt listens and stands beside his brothers who hug him and tell him I’m going to be fine. The paramedics ask what happened in which I explain. They tell Sam and Matt that I need stronger pain meds and some further checks at the hospital. Matt walks over to me “Nick’s going to go with you and I’ll drive Chris to come and meet you. yeah?” I smile and say okay before leaving I say bye to my dance partners “if we don’t place I’m so sorry.” They smile at me “its not your fault y/n”

We get to the hospital and the paramedics take me inside while doctors run up to the stretcher. They take me to a room stopping Matt, Nick and Chris at the door showing them the waiting area. I get an IV to manage my pain and i get taken to X-ray. The x-ray took a few minute before they took me back to a room.

“When your x-ray comes through we’ll come and see you. How are you for pain?” A doctor asks “I’m okay right now. can I see my boyfriend please.” I ask, the doctor nods getting Matt.

Matt walks in sitting at the chair beside the bed, he places his hand on my thigh and asks me how I’m feeling. “I’m okay I think, today was my only chance to get a scholarship Matt.” I say turning my head to look at him.

Before Matt can reply the doctor’s walks in with a clipboard in his hand. “Your X-ray is clean no breaks or fractures you can go home after the rest of your paperwork is signed off.” The doctor says. I sigh loudly relieved my backs not broken. “When can I go back to dance?” I ask only focused on the answer “4-6 weeks time.” My smile drops at his reply and he walks out I look at Matt shaking my head. “no, Matt I can’t miss dance for that long I have another competition in 2 months and need to practice.” He frowns at me and takes my hands holding them. “Maybe you should have a break for a while, you push yourself so hard sweetheart.” I have nothing to say to him.

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We get back to Matts house the doctors said I need to come back in a week for a check up. Matt wrapped one of my arms around his shoulder and his arm around my waist slowly walking me upstairs. “Matt I’m fine you don’t need to do this.” I protest he just shakes his head helping to his room placing me on his bed. He lays down beside me letting his head fall on my shoulder. “do you need anything baby?” He looks up at me. I shake my head looking at him and smiling “thank you Matt.” I say kissing him. He kisses me back “I love you. So much y/n”

“I love you more.” I reply

[winterspiderpurrs]

Bucky squinted at the diary entry he did. Why does it look like the name is blurred out for Spiderman, almost like it was erased with a bad eraser. He knows he met the guy before. Fought beside him and then attended the funeral. No way that guy showed up to Tony Stark's funeral in his jumpsuit.

Was his mind playing tricks on him or was he just delusional. No. Hydra might have high jacked his mind as one point but he made sure to get control. Wakanda made sure of that. He controlled his mind and his memories . He thinks at least.

Something had to be to be going on. And he knows just the guy to question about this. A few days later he ends up in the sanctum. That shit he saw on the news with Doctor Strange and Spiderman at the statue of liberty. It HAD to be something like that. There was no way its not related.

He remembered waking up in the middle of the night, something had spooked him. And that doesn't happen. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened. Then he saw the news. He didn't think much of it at the time, New York has always brought trouble.

"Hey Doc"

Stephen raised an eyebrow as he eyed the man formally known as the Winter Soldier. He had only seen him in passing; fight along side him, and never thought they would have reason to interact with each other again. No world ending issues pending hopefully.

"Sargent Barnes, what can I do for you?"

" You know Hydra wiped my mind a lot. Got a lot of looses bolts running around in there. But ever since I escaped… well..I keep a journal of everything. Nothing was going to rob me of my memories again"

"And what does that have to do with this visit?"

"Well there are spaces and gaps in there… that shouldn't be. I remember EVERYTHING that happened when I was the winter soldier. EVERYTHING. So how come I don't remember Spiderman. I met him. Saw him. Yet I can't remember what he looks like - and I know... I have a feeling that I have SEEN his face before, behind the mask."

Stephen had a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. At times he felt this longing sensation when he saw news clippings of Spiderman and his adventures around New York. Like he too was missing something but he doesn't know what. But in this hero business you stay out of each others way unless you need help.

"And you want me to check to see if there is a spell that I can check your memories?"

" I don't know if that's the situational. But that night you helped Spiderman out at the statue of liberty? I woke up in a cold sweat like something … touched my mind. "

"And you didn't think to come any earlier?"

" I was busy, and if something happened to my mind, how am I know if I am forgetting something I didn't even know I was forgetting."

Stephen frowns and then looks around the sanctum, this was an interesting problem he was facing. Maybe he should look into this.

" Lets go to the meditation room, I need to check you for spells and see what I can find."

They walked into one of the back rooms. Stephen points to a spot of the floor.

" Stand there"

Bucky felt apprehensive about this. But he didn't want anyone messing with his mind. He was the one in control, but if this magician had any tricks up his sleeve to see what was going on. He had to take this chance, he already told Sam to keep an eye out for him. In-case anything goes south.

Stephen stands across the room, he stares at Bucky fora moment, before he starts moving his hands. Thin blue wisps of light flowed through the air, spinning around in front of Stephen before they darted off to circle around Bucky. He frowned in concentration as the light spin all around Bucky. It turns Orange. Yes a spell was cast on Bucky.

"What does orange mean?"

"You have a spell on you.."

Bucky growls, balling his fist up.

" Who did it? Can it be removed?"

Stephen moved his arms again in a different pattern, and the wisps of light swirl and then fly straight towards him, circling him and turning red this time.

" Apparently I did… But I have no memory of this…"

"you cast a spell you have no memory of and some how MY memories are affected?"

Stephen starts pacing and moving his arms around more, more and more wisps of light show through, and turn in a ball before little lines start branching off.

" This spell is on this whole world… what in the.."

"Why would you cast a spell… that makes everyone forget.. what are we forgetting?"

The pit in Stephens stomach grows, he frowns ,and with the flick of his hand a light spark appeared before a book comes flying into the room. The pages to flipping, he starts an incantation from the page, moving his arms still.

The room starts to fill with sounds. Loud crashing noises, screams. Then they hear it, a voice speaks then Stephens own voice

" Make everyone forget me"

"No "

"But it would work right"

"Yeah it would work.... but you gotta understand, that would mean everyone who knows and loves you, we... we'd have no memories of you. It would be as though you never existed"

" I know.... do it" Stephen feels tears starting to prick at the corner of his eyes.

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@papermacherainbow thank you showing me how to sprint! This is what I worked on the other night! Heavily edited though.

[mamaestapa]

At a Loss for Words

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe break the news to Sam and your friends that you’re having a baby together. As you share the news with Sam, some past news comes to light and changes everything

•word count: 5.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, some fluff, mainly angst. mentions of sex, yelling, arguments, crying, get ready y’all this is a dramatic chapter

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February 25, 2023

3 months pregnant

"And then you know what daddy did? He ran down the field, to the end zone, and before you knew it the crowd went wild!" Joe enthusiastically whispered to your growing belly.

You were laying on your couch in your apartment when Joe came over. In a couple hours, you have plans to hangout with Sam and some of the guys. Instead of getting ready like you should be, you were instead sitting on the couch and smiling down at Joe while he talked to the baby. He was telling his son or daughter about the first NFL touchdown he made as a Bengal. What an amazing moment it was for him, and all the Bengals fans. It finally gave the team hope for a good future in the league.

"Hopefully you'll get to come to all the home games once you're born," Joe whispered, "that is, if mommy lets you..." he finished, looking up at you with a teasing smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smacked his head.

"Ouch," he kissed your bump and got up from his crouched position. "What was that for?" he asked, chuckling.

"Because," you crossed your arms, "of course this baby will be going to a few games once they're born. They'll even be going while they're still in here." you said, pointing to your stomach.

Your due date is September 26, so by then the regular season will have started and. You'll be heavily pregnant and miserable at that point. That is, until the baby is born. While you still had a long six months of pregnancy left, you couldn't wait for this baby to be born. You were ready for the morning sickness, thrown off sense of taste and smell, and the sore boobs to be over. Your doctor told you eventually the morning sickness will subside and your senses will go back to normal, but unfortunately the sore boobs will stick around for a bit. You'll get used to it eventually though, along with all of the other pregnancy milestones you have yet to achieve. As much as all of the hardships that come with pregnancy are tough, you know it will all be worth it in the end.

You and Joe stayed in silence for a moment, before he broke it. "What time did Sam say we needed to be there?"

You shook your head at him. You couldn't help but giggle at Joe's question. "I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who made the plans, Joseph." A light blush creeped up his neck, "I guess I did, didn't I?"

Yo nodded, "I think so? Although I think it could've been this guy named Boe Jurrow maybe?"

Joe chuckled as he sat down on the couch. "How could I forget about him. Yes, he sounds very familiar." Joe teased, giving you a small smile. You chuckled softly as you looked over at Joe. His eyes looked extremely blue as the sunlight from your living room window shown into his eyes. You gulped as you kept your gaze on Joe. He looked perfect. You could blame the hormones all you wanted, but it was hard to tear your gaze away from him as he sat next to you.

You and Joe haven't had the chance to talk much about your current relationship. You aren't together, but there's this unspoken understanding that you will definitely be co-parenting this baby together--unless things change during these next six months, of course. You and Joe have been good friends for more than a few years now, all thanks to your brother Sam. Your friendship has helped make the situation a tad bit less awkward. Along with all of that, there was no denying that you and Joe had chemistry. It's been like that between the two of you ever since you met at Ohio State University all those years ago. You and Joe had history. It wasn't something that lasted long, nor did it end well, but it still happened...

About 6 years ago...

You were sitting next to your brothers best friend, your legs on Joe's lap, as you listened to your brother drunkenly tell the story of his public speaking fiasco from earlier this week. You rolled your eyes as he dramatically re-told the story to all of his buddies. Joe kept his beautiful blues on you as a small smile made its way onto his face. The two of you had undeniable chemistry, both of you wanting nothing more than to be with each other. Joe knew he couldn’t make a move on you in public because of Sam. But in private? It was whole different story. Joe glanced at the guys that were sitting on the other side of the room, checking to make sure none of them were looking. When he noticed he was in the clear, he pushed your legs off his lap, instead moving so he could pull you into him. You hummed as you leaned back into his embrace. You took a risk cuddling with eachother in public, especially in front of Sam—who’s would kill Joe if he saw this. But being wrapped up in Joe’s arms was always so comforting. You never wanted to leave him or his embrace. You wished you could stay like this forever.

But your wishes were crushed.

*four days later*

"You're what?"

"I'm moving to Louisiana in a couple days," Joe sighed, "transferring to LSU. They want me to be starter."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. This was why Joe had been so distant from you these last couple days. He was making a life changing decision without you, the person he’s been in love with since his freshman year.

"I, I don't even know what to say right now ." you stuttered out, refusing to look up at Joe.

Because you knew as soon as you looked into those beautiful blues you loved so much, it would be the last time you'd see them.

Joe scoffed at your response. "Aren't you happy for me? I finally get a chance to prove myself, Y/n." His shoulders slumped slightly, "Nothing good has happened to me here. Career wise, that is. I've been benched my whole college football career. I won't make it in the NFL if I ride the bench my whole fucking life. LSU is giving me a chance to start. To prove myself, and show that I'm a great quarterback who can win championships and make it in the NFL."

You just stayed silent, unsure what to say. This was so much to process. The love of your life, or at least who you thought was the love of your life, was leaving you behind. Joe claims he just made the decision yesterday to transfer, but you knew it was lie. You knew as soon as LSU offered him a spot on that team that he had made his decision.

Joe sighed, "Y/n, I need you to say something."

You finally let yourself look up at Joe, a tear rolling down your cheek as you looked into his blue eyes for what you knew was the last time. There was no way to make this work.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked, voice full of heartbreak. Joe rolled his eyes, "I didn't need your opinion. You would have told me to stay."

Your felt your heart break at his words. He didn't need your opinion? he didn't want to tell you his thoughts about transferring because he knew you'd convince him to stay? After everything you went through with him in these last two years, Joe didn't talk to you about this life changing decision because he "didn't need your opinion".

"Joe," you said, obviously taken aback by his harshness, "I never would have made you stay if I knew you were this unhappy. I would have supported whatever decision you wanted to make."

He shook his head, "No you wouldn't. You would have told me to stay because of you."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You were heartbroken, but most of all, confused. You were about to speak when Joe cut you off.

"You know right now, my future career is more important than some stupid college fling." He scoffed, picking up his backpack from the floor of the dining hall. Ouch. You covered your mouth with your hands, choking out a sob as his harsh words hit you like a ton of bricks. He saw you as just a college fling. It meant the last two years were a complete waste. The two of you were never in a relationship. You never went on a single date. But you were attracted to one another, and boy did he love you. All of those walks to class together and those good morning texts. All of those sneaking kisses behind Sam’s back or cuddling in Joe’s room when Sam wasn’t home. Or those Friday night parties and losing your virginity to one another. Supporting him no matter what, even if he sat the bench every game. All meant absolutely nothing to Joe.

You know you shouldn’t be upset. He was never truly yours. To anyone else you were just friends. But to you and Joe it was always something more. At least, to you it was something more.

"You made the last two years fun," Joe said, looking down at you, "I'll always be thankful for you, Y/n." his voice lowered as he smiled sadly at you, "but I need to move on. There are better opportunities for me and my future, in Louisiana."

You just sat at the table as tears streamed down your face. You didn't even know how to react. Joe sighed sadly and reached out, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently as he said, "if it's meant to be, we'll see each other again. I just need to focus on my future first." he brought your hand up to his lip, leaving a soft kiss to the top of your hand. "Goodbye, Y/n/n." he said sadly, dropping your hand walking away from you.

*present day*

That was the last time you spoke to Joe. Until he was drafted by the Bengals in 2020, that is.

It took a lot of time for you to come around, but you and Joe eventually spoke to each other again. Both of you apologizing for that moment back in 2018 before he left. You were still heartbroken over Joe, but over time, you got over it. You and Joe slowly started to become friends again. The two of you forgetting about about that day back in college where your friendship ended…

Both of you had grown up and moved on from the situation since then. Joe told you before he went to LSU, that if it was meant to be you'd see each other again. And here you are, nearly six years later. Both of you work for the Bengals, seeing each other almost everyday, just having two completely different roles. Here you are nearly six years after your nasty “breakup”, on speaking terms again, being close friends, and having a baby together.

It was almost as if this was the universes way of bringing the two of you back together again...

~time skip~

"Do you think I need to change my shirt? Maybe wear something a little baggier? I'm worried this shirt shows off the bump too much." you asked Joe, showing him your outfit. You were wearing a tight black t-shirt with a little tan cardigan, along with a pair of your favorite jeans and black boots.

Joe put his hand on his chin, "Hmm," he pondered, looking at your figure, "it doesn't look bad. When you're facing the front you can't tell that you've got a little belly."

You checked yourself out in the mirror, noticing what Joe was saying. You shrugged as you looked at your appearance, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Turn to the side,” he said, motioning for you to turn. You turned to the side, looking in the mirror and huffing out a sigh. As much as you loved that little baby bump, it was much more noticeable now than it was the last time you saw the guys. There was no way you could hide it with the outfit you had on at the moment.

You looked up at Joe through the mirror. He was watching you intently, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at the bump in your abdomen.

“Joe.” You said softly, causing him to snap his eyes up at you. You chuckled softly as he shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Sorry, I was just thinking about that time before the championship where we saw your bump for the first time."

You smiled warmly as you thought about the first time you noticed your baby was starting to make an appearance, in the bathroom of the Bengals practice facility. Joe walked out of the bathroom, leaving you to decided what to change into. Joe walked back into the bathroom, holding a loose tan sweater.

"Here,” he handed you the sweater, "I found this in the closet. Thought it would look good, plus it'll hide your tummy." he winked, making you smile softly. You took the sweater from him and set it on the counter. You slowly took your cardigan and black t-shirt off, Joe watching as you stripped. You momentarily made eye contact with him through the mirror, making him look away in embarrassment as he got caught. You shook your head in amusement and slipped the sweater on over your figure. You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking all the angles. Sure enough it hid your small baby bump perfectly.

"Wow,” you drew out in amusement, “who knew? Joe Burrow, full time Cincinnati Bengals quarterback, part time fashion designer."

He chuckled, “I like to think I have great fashion taste."

You shrugged, “Well besides the gray jeans and the ugg slippers, sure.” You giggled and went back to finishing up my hair and makeup. Joe rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you laughing as you finished getting ready.

As you finished cleaning up your things in the bathroom, you went back out to the living room. Sneaking up behind Joe, who was sitting on your couch and reading through comments on his recent Instagram post. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him crane his neck up at you. He smiled softly as he looked at you.

"Ready to go?" he asked. You nodded, letting out a nervous laugh, “I guess. I don’t really think I have a choice.”

Joe stood up from the couch, frowning. "It’ll be fine, Y/n. Sam might beat my ass, but that's only because I’m his best friend and I knocked you up. He can’t be upset at you for that.” You sighed in response, “Yeah, he might be a little pissed about that.”

"He might, yes.” Joe sighed, reaching out for your hand. He squeezed it gently as he said, “but, I do know he'll get over it, at some point. It took him sometime to get used to us dating years ago, remember?”

You smiled sadly as you thought about your past relationship with Joe when the two of you were just 20 years old. You’d never seen Sam so pissed at someone before. He hated that his best friend was dating his baby sister. However, when he saw how much Joe was in love with you, he finally started to come around. But it was short lived because as soon as your brother came around to you and Joe dating, Joe broke your heart unexpectedly and left for LSU.

"Y/n,” Joe said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I promise everything will be fine.”

You wished you could say you believed Joe, but you knew deep down Sam wouldn’t take this news well at all. The two of you made your way out of your apartment and out to Joe’s car. You got into the car, and Joe’s eyes immediately fell over the ultrasound picture that was sitting on his dash. He leaned forward slightly, straightening the black and white photo of his baby, with a smile tugging at his lips as he did so.

You smiled as you watched his face full with joy and eyes light up with love. It made you so happy to see he still had the ultrasound photo on his dash.

~time skip~

Joe opened the doors of the bar for you, letting you go in first, “Thanks." you smiled softly. Joe followed behind you nodding.

The two of you walked into the bar, looking for the table with all of your friends. You pulled the sweater away from your belly, making sure the material was loose enough so that nobody could see the bump in your abdomen. Joe looked down at you and nodded, “You’re fine, can’t see it at all.” He said, low enough so only you could hear him.

"There they are. Y/n! Joe!” Sam called from the table in the corner of the bar, a wide smile on his face as he saw you walk in with the blonde. You took a deep breath, putting a fake, happy smile on your face as you and Joe walked m over to the U shaped booth he and the others were seated at. "Hey Sammy!"

Sam stood up and hugged you tightly before hugging Joe, and clapping his back like all men do when they greet eachother. Cooper sat down next to Logan and Morgan, Logan wife.

"You guys come together?" Sam joked, smirking up at his best friend. You glanced at Joe who smiled and shook his head no. Sam laughed as you and Joe sat down next to each other. Sam sat on the outside, with Logan and Morgan next to him. Ja’Marr and Tee were in the middle, with you and Joe on the end.

"No,” you sighed as you pulled your sweater away from your tummy again, “we just happened to get here at the same time." you said, laughing a little as you finished your sentence.

Sam nodded and went back to talking to some of the guys. You decided to chat with Morgan. The two of you have been good friends for a while. As you talked to Morgan for a few minutes, catching up with each other about your off-season plans, Ja'Marr stood from his spot.

"How about we get some more drinks?!" he yelled, causing the other guys to whoop and holler.

You gulped, nervously. You knew you would have to break the news about your pregnancy very soon since they were ordering drinks. Joe noticed you were beginning to get anxious, so he put his hand on your knee under the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you before turning back to the guys.

"So, what does everyone want? Y/n, I think I already know what you want." Tee snickered as everyone broke into laughter. Everyone at the table knew what my go to drink or drinks were.

You giggled along with them, "I don't know, do you?"

"Margarita? A glass of wine? No wait-- tequila on the rocks?" Ja'Marr asked, a sly grin on his face.

You knew you had to break the news now. You breathed out a laugh, "All three would be great, but-."

Sam chuckled, "She'll take all three then."

"Wait-."

"She can't..." Joe trailed off. The laughter and jokes came to an end as everyone looked at the quarterback and furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.

"Why? You love alcohol? Well, you certainly did at Taylor's party at least." Ja'Marr laughed. Tee chuckled in agreement, "Yeah. You pregnant or somethin'?"

You anxiously bit your lip. Here we go... You stayed silent. Your silence answering the question. The question that was supposed to just be a joke. Oh how you wished it was a joke right now...

"Oh my god, you're pregnant!" Morgan grinned excitedly, "congratulations, hun!"

Your breath hitched as you looked over at your older brother, whose jaw was clenched, "Surprise?"

"You're actually pregnant, Y/n!?" Tee asked, smiling happily. Ja'Marr and Logan had huge smiles on their faces too. You nodded, "Yeah, I am."

You looked over at Sam again. He had a shocked look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He clenched his jaw once again. Sam already wasn't taking this news well. You can only imagine how he'll react when he finds out who the father is. You glanced over at Joe, noticing how he gulped nervously.

"So," Logan chuckled taking a swig of his beer. "Who's the daddy?"

Sam gave you a stern look. "Yeah, Y/n. Who's the daddy?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt bile rise up the back of your throat. You couldn't tell him here, not like this. Especially with how he's reacting.

"I," you took a deep breath, "he um..." you stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"Its me." All eyes at the table snapped to Joe, "I'm the father." he stated. You let out a heavy sigh and looked over at the bar. Trying to avoid your friends shocked stares and your brothers eyes that were shooting daggers at you. Tee and Ja'Marr's mouth gaped open in shock.

"Pffft, Burrow shut up. You wish you were the daddy." Tee laughed, taking a drink of his beer.

"I'm not joking." Joe said in a serious tone. You smiled slightly as you made eye contact with him. You both looked across the table at Sam. HIs face was red, and he seemed to be fuming. Oh shit, this won't be good. Sam slammed his hands on the table of the booth. He shot up from the booth and reached across the table, his strong arms grabbing Joe by the collar.

"You fucker!" he roared, shaking Joe as he yelled, "YOU knocked my sister up?! How could you? C'mon man, you're my fucking best friend Joe!"

You gasped as you watched your brother try to throw a punch at Joe's jaw.

"Sam, let go of him!" Morgan cried, trying to pry Sam off of him. Logan joined in and helped her.

You grabbed onto Joe, trying to pull him out of your brothers grasp. However, your attempts were unsuccessful as Sam was much stronger than you. Sam looked pissed, and Joe looked like he was about to piss himself.

"You don't know how bad I want to fucking punch you right now." Sam seethed, tightening his grasp on Joe.

"Sam!" you cried, "Let go of him, calm down, please!" you exclaimed, tears brimming your eyes. Hearing the pain in your voice and tears in your eyes caused Sam to immediately soften. He let go of Joe's shirt collar and sat back down in the booth, chest heaving as he kept his angry gaze on Joe. Joe got out of the booth and took a deep breath, eyes shifting between all of his friends and you. Everyone at the booth was at a loss for words.

"Okay, everyone calm down." Tee said, putting his hands out in a gesture that told everyone to breathe. Ja'Marr nodded, "Well uh, Higgins and I are going to head out, let you guys talk this out."

The two receivers got up from the booth and stood at the front of the table, waving goodbye. Ja'Marr and Tee silently congratulated you before they both left. Logan and Morgan decided to leave too, both of them hugging and congratulating you and Joe. Morgan quietly told you good luck and that she would have Logan talk to Sam if things go south. After all of your friends left, it was just you, your brother, and your baby daddy in booth at the bar. The air was extremely tense, none of you dared to speak a word as you knew it would end in a screaming match. You knew it would be best to talk about this somewhere more private. After a few more minutes of tense silence, you declared that it would be best if you, Joe and Sam, went back to Joe's place to and talk it out and approach the situation.

~time skip~

"Why the HELL did you think it would be a good idea to screw my best friend, Y/n?" Sam yelled, pointing at Joe. You groaned and huffed out a breath of annoyance, "God Sam, we went over this! I was DRUNK! HE was drunk too! We didn't mean for this to happen."

Sam was standing in the middle of Joe's living room, pacing back and forth, while you and Joe sat on his couch.

Sam groaned. He rubbed his hands down his face. "I just...my sister?" he looked at Joe with a look of disbelief mixed with betrayal. "Do you know how fucked up that is? You don't go hookin' up with your best friends SISTER!"

Joe sighed and stood up from the couch, "Sam, look," he glanced at you as he spoke, "just like Y/n said, we were DRUNK. I mean shit, we were both almost black out drunk by the time we got back to my place!" his voice raised slightly as he tried to get his point across to Sam. He walked closer to Sam. "Listen, I get it. You're pissed at me, and if I were in your shoes, I would be pissed at me too. But Sam, I'm not leaving her. I'm staying around for this kid, and her." he said firmly. Sam just shook his head as he laughed in disbelief at his friends words.

Joe was fuming with anger as he saw Sam's reaction. Suddenly, Joe put his hands out in front of him and roughly pushed Sam's chest. "I'm not going to walk out and be some deadbeat dad, goddamnit!"

You looked between the two blondes, not daring to say a word to either of them. They were both of them upset with eachother, so you knew you needed to let them hash things out--without you interfering. You could talk to Sam about this later.

Sam scoffed and pushed him right back, "Bullshit!" he seethed at his best friend, "that's what they all say, Joe! You're going to walk out on her when she least expects it, and you're not going to look back, man. You have nothing tying you down to her."

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Sam's mouth. It was true though, there was nothing tying Joe down to you. You weren't together, you were just relying on his word that he wouldn't leave you or the baby.

Joe raised his voice, "You really think that low of me?" "YEAH!" Sam yelled, "yeah I do. You've left her behind before Joe."

Your heart dropped. You knew he was talking about Joe leaving you behind in Ohio when he left for LSU...

"Well this time, it's different. You know why?" Joe asked, getting up in Sam's face. "because I won't listen to you this time. I broke things off with Y/n because of you. I was going to ask her out. I was willing to make long distance work. But you Sam, you made me leave her behind."

You stood up from the couch, your mouth dropping open in disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Sam with a heartbroken expression.

"Sam?" you asked, voice quiet, "is that true?"

"Y/n, we'll talk later," he sighed, giving you a somber expression. You shook your head, "NO! No, I want an answer now. Is that true? You knew about us so you made him break things off with me?"

"Y/n/n I-." You cut him off. "Yes or no."

Same shoulders fell in defeat.

"Yes."

You shook your head in disbelief, "I can't believe you."

"Y/n, you have to understand. Joe is my best friend. you're my sister, I was looking out for both of you. I knew if he dated you and moved to LSU, I would have lost both of you."

You were at a loss for words.

Sam continued, “And Y/n, this isn’t all my fault.” Sam pointed at Joe accusingly, “he made the decision to leave you behind. What makes you think he wouldn’t do it again?”

Joe scoffed, “Don’t give me that crap. This is a completely different situation.”

“How is different? Huh? How the hell is this any different?” Sam asked, his voice raising.

“because I love her. That’s right, I LOVE HER!" Joe yelled, pointing at you as he said those three words.

You never thought you would hear those words come out of Joe’s mouth. The two of you have history, history that you now discovered was only harsh because of your brother. All those years ago you assumed Joe left you behind because he didn’t genuinely care about you. But you were so wrong…

You know you need to talk to Sam about the OSU situation sooner rather than later. But you knew it could wait. You had to focus on the pregnancy news first.

Joe continued, “I love her so goddamn much, and that baby? I haven't even met the kid yet, but I already love it more than life itself. You know why Sam?” Sam stayed silent as Joe poured his heart out.

“That baby was made out of love. I’m going to love him or her no matter what. No matter what you say to me, or what you do me Sam, I’m not going anywhere!"

A tear rolled down your cheek as you listened to Joe’s confession. He truly did love and care about you. Even back when you were just 20, he did truly love you.

The silence was deafening as none of you said anything. Emotions still high between the three of you. Sam sat down on the couch and rubbed a hand over his face. You looked up at Joe with tears threatening to fall. You swallowed the lump in your throat, letting the only words you could think of spill out.

“You love me?”

There was so much to talk about, but that was all you could say.

hey loves!

this chapter was a little fluffy, but it was pretty angsty lol

did you see that coming? sam being the one that made joe break things off with you?👀

that’ll be elaborated on more later on…

the next chapter is pretty fluffy though, we find out what the gender of the baby is!! so exciting!

what are your guesses? will it be a boy or girl?

i hope you’re all doing well. thank you so much for reading and always supporting me and my writing. i love you all😚🤍🤍

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TMAGP EP 22 REACTION (SPOILERS)

"So you just ran away" Lena sweetie my live what else was she meant to do (to be fair, Gwen didn't have to provoke ink5oul)

"Watching figure" yeah OK definitely some Eye creature of sorts I'm rly thinking it's like...The Beholding as a creature or an old archivist

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY "presumably you didn't get any contact details from them?" "I guess it's slipped my mind as I was fleeing the SUPERNATURAL PSYCHOPATHS!" also Lena I don't think that you were gonna get any contact details regardless that bitch don't seem like they got a phone

Lena genuinely cares about her employees but also she hates paperwork (polar opposite of Elias)

Okay here's the thing right. I kind of get Gwen. She wasn't briefed on how to handle a situation like that, like what was she MEANT to do??? I would be pissed off if shit like that happened and no one gave me any warning (again, though, Gwen also has a tendency to naturally be a bit bitchy so that probably made it worse)

WAIT. HOLD ON MRS. KELLEY?? AM I READING INTO THINGS TOO MUCH OR. GUYS IS LENA MARRIED????

YO GUYS GRANDPA IS BACK

Oh shit okay so they are kind of recreating or continuing Newton's original experiments, seeing as they mentioned an experiment on Canis (which I believe means "dog"). It seems to have been expanded to apes (Hominidae), bunnies (Leoporidae), and old world monkeys (Cercopithecidae). And it seems this researcher is having strange side effects when it comes to his subjects.

"Herr Schmidt" I'm assuming this is German?

Hm, being told to use silver which again is like. Seeming to be a theme. I'm not sure but in the Newton episode, was there silver as well?

Okay for clarification, it seems like "Zeitgeist" is an invisible agent, force, or daemon dominating the characteristics of a given epoch in world history. Einthoven was a Dutch medical doctor and physiologist and he created the first ECG.

Woahhh hold on. So they're talking about severing a bundle of nerves to make it seem like two animals in one body because it messes with sense of self? This kind of makes me think a little of ink5ouls, the way they seemed scared sometimes of what they were becoming and then like. You know. Scary monster let's chase down Gwen and tattoo her against her will.

Hmm okay so this telegraph seems to be directly responding to the researcher's question, not the patient himself. Like it seems like it's Telegraph -> Herr Schmidt's reaction and not Herr Schmidt's thoughts -> Telegraph reaction.

OH. OK. HERR SCHMIDT IS DEAD NOW.

Damn Ursula is awesome she could immediately understand what was happening.

Oh boy. Oh this gonna be bad. Sam is going to find out that Alice was messing with his computer and Sam does NOT seem like the type to be chill with that.

Hm okay so the severing of the nerves might have worked? And perhaps it was like there were 2 people in Herr Schmidt's body? And from what I can tell, they want so badly to get out that they basically BURST out if his head in the deformity from the back of his head? It still doesn't answer WHAT or WHO these two voices are.

Also it makes sense that Augustus is giving something like this because like...pretty sure he's stuck in the computer, probably with jonmartin and they all want out.

Aw man :(((

OH BOY. "You're trying to control me. Again." I wonder if this is referencing their relationship and why they broke up. I can see it, I do think that Alice has a tendency to be controlling out of need to keep everyone around her safe which is pretty different, but I'm on Sam's side here. Taking away his ability to choose just...isn't great.

Yeahhhh Alice seems to have definitely been hoping to rekindle what they might have had but I think the issue seems that she hoped SAM had changed from before while the reason they broke up was because Sam couldn't be with Alice anymore since he felt like she was too controlling. And now that Sam seems to be having a genuine connection with Celia where he feels comfortable and happy, Alice seems jealous.

SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT WHAT HOLY FUCK HIH WHAT AKDVAKDHWJT E

JONATHAN SIMS AND MARTIN BLACKWOOD????

HEY GUYS WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK HWIAHAOWVEBE RHAJDVAIBDKWBR E

I JUST SCREAMED "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" WHAT YOU WHAT HUH WHAT

AND THE FACT THAT CELIA MENTIONED THEM BOTH SPECIFICALLY TOGETHER LIKE HELLO???? GUYS IM. WHAT.

I'm sorry shut up this is all I'm gonna be talking about for the next month what the HELL

[shadesslut]

Hi!! Could you please do a Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader where the reader gets attacked by GF and she wakes up in the hospital alive after flatlining in front of Chad and the core four. Lots of angst and fluff🫣

I hope you enjoy love!

matching battle scars

Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Violence, angst, fluff)

Summary: After waking up alone in the hospital, Y/N tries to recall the events that put her there.

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The bright, stale light made her eyes squint and her head hurt. She looked around and noticed she was in a hospital room. A faint beeping rang in her head, and she winced as she looked at the monitor on her left. On a small table near the door, a small pile of neatly folded clothes sat.

She sat up and inhaled sharply in pain. She looked down under the thin blanket and ran her fingers over the bandages around her stomach. 

“What happened?”

The door opened, and her head jerked up. She met eyes with an older man, dressed in a set of blue scrubs. He softly smiled at her as she scooted back on the bed. 

“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N. How are we feeling today?” 

She looked nervously down, and the doctor stepped closer. He pulled out a plastic clipboard from the front of the bed. 

“You were attacked; do you remember that?” She slowly nodded her head, causing him to jot something down on the clipboard. “You almost didn’t make it. You have quite the durability don’t you?” He smiled at her. 

She stayed silent, looking at the ground. 

“Fuck!” She yelled as the hooded figure stabbed Tara. They were in the old theater, along with Chad and Sam. Ghostface had emerged suddenly as the two girls were talking, and sunk his knife into Tara’s shoulder. 

“Tara!” Sam screamed as she and Chad ran in the room. 

Y/N had grabbed Tara and pulled her away from Ghostface. Chad grabbed the figure’s arm and pushed it against the wall. The two girls ran over to Sam, and they turned to look back at Chad kicking Ghostface one last time before running towards them. 

The group ran into the hallway, Tara screaming in pain as she hit the wall. 

“Come on!” Sam yelled back at the three of them. 

“I thought I died.” Y/N said as the doctor checked the monitor. She recalled laying on the floor in the theater, bleeding out of her side. 

“Well,” the doctor interrupted her thoughts. “Technically, you did die. For six minutes.” 

She looked up at him in shock. Six minutes? Six whole minutes, she was dead?

“How-How did I come back?” She asked shakily. 

He sighed and pulled a chair from the corner next to her bed. He sat down. “You experienced autoresuscitation; it’s when a patient is declared legally dead, and shortly after regains blood flow in the brain. It’s very rare, you’re very lucky.” 

She looked at him with teary eyes, and she blinked after a soft knock on the door. A small woman, who Y/N assumed was a nurse from the similar attire as the doctor, appeared in and smiled at the two. 

“Her friends are here, if she’s up to having visitors.” She mentioned, looking at the doctor then to Y/N. 

The doctor looked at her, and he stood up before asking, “Is that okay with you?” 

She nodded. 

“Did they, did they catch him? My attacker?” 

The doctor exchanged a look with the nurse, only causing worry to grow inside of Y/N. The nurse stepped back out, presumably to retrieve her friends. “I’ll let you ask your friends that.” The doctor spoke solemnly. He nodded at her before walking out himself, leaving her alone once again. 

Chad and Y/N held hands tightly as they hid behind a display case. She held her hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. Chad peaked his head around the corner of the display, seeing nothing. He turned back to her, pulling her close. 

“I didn’t see anyone, we should make a run for it.” He whispered. 

She shook her head as a few tears ran down her cheeks. “I’m scared, I don’t want to.” She whined pulling on Chad’s arm. He sighed and looked up, making sure they were alone. 

“We have to, I don’t know what I would do if I let you get hurt.” He held his hand up to her cheek, to which she leaned into. “Come on,” 

He gave her a moment to calm down, and he pulled her up with him. He led her around the shrine, still holding her hand. They both stepped quickly and tried to make as little noise as possible. Just as they reached the door to the next room, Ghostface jumped out from the side and stabbed Y/N in the side. 

She let out a painful cry and instinctively let go of Chad’s hand to hold her side. 

“Y/N!” He yelled as he reached back for her. 

She fell down as Ghostface continued to stab her in her stomach. Between the noises Y/N made and the knife slicing through her flesh, Chad felt like he was in his own personal hell. He cried, trying to reach her, but he felt something hold him back. 

He turned and saw Sam and Tara, both holding him back by his arms. 

“No! Please, Y/N!” He screamed as he tried to get out of their grip, keeping his eyes on Y/N’s motionless body. 

He heard Tara faintly tell him to stop, and that she was gone. He sobbed, but listened to them and followed them back into the other room. He cursed and beat himself up for not being able to protect her. 

She picked at her nails while she waited for the door to open. She was filled with anxiety and dark thoughts. What if one of them didn’t make it? What if the killers murdered them all and framed them? Was she just waiting for her inevitable death? Were the killers waiting outside to finish her off?

Her thoughts disappeared as she saw Tara, Sam, Mindy, and Chad, step in the room. Their eyes brightened as they looked at her. Tara was the first to run over and hug her. 

“Ow-Ow,” Y/N laughed as Tara hugged her tightly. Tara immediately retracted from her, but still had her arms wrapped around her. 

“I’m so sorry,” Tara whined. “I’m so sorry we dragged you into this. It’s all our fault”

Y/N looked at her sadly. “It’s not your fault.”

Tara sniffled as she let go, allowing Sam and Mindy to attack her with a group hug. Y/N smiled as she reciprocated the hug, and then looked up to meet eyes with Chad. He wiped a tear from his eye when she looked at him and gave her a soft smile. 

Tara looked at their exchange and pulled Mindy and Sam off of her. “Alright guys, let’s give them some space.” 

Mindy made kissy faces at Chad as she followed Sam and Tara out the room. He flipped her off with an annoyed expression, but smiled when he looked back at Y/N. 

As the group sat outside the theater, all bandaged up, Chad grieved the loss of not only his roommate, but the person he loved the most. It was too much. He didn’t know how he would be able to continue after this. 

“We got another one!” He heard a yell. He looked up, and there he saw her; bloody and laid out on a gurney. 

“Y/N!” He yelled happily as he ran towards her. He grabbed her hand with his and held it to his face. 

“We need to move her quickly.” One of the paramedics told him, wheeling her to the closest ambulance vehicle. 

Chad watched as they lifted her up, and as they were about to close the door, he grabbed onto their arm. “Can I ride with her?” He asked worriedly. They nodded, and he stepped in quickly, sitting next to her. 

He watched as the paramedics started to bandage her up, then proceeded to give her CPR. 

He stared at her in shock, not able to move or speak. He heard a paramedic shout something at him, but he couldn’t hear them, he couldn’t hear anything. He could only hear the soft patter of her heartbeat before the flatline. He felt a few tears roll down his cheeks, and he sat up to move near her as a paramedic called her death time. 

“No,” he let out, looking at her lifeless body. He grabbed her face and sobbed her name. Two paramedics grabbed at him as he tried to wake her up. He flung his arm back, elbowing one of them in the nose. 

He screamed and cried as he blamed himself for her death. 

He pushed the other paramedic off of him roughly, and he turned back to shake Y/N’s body gently. 

“Please don’t leave me, I love you.”

Chad started grabbing at stuff around him, trying to get anything to help her come back. He accidentally grabbed a scalpel by the blade, cutting himself. He cursed and looked at Y/N. 

His arms went limp, as he looked at the needle stuck in his arm. The paramedic held his bloody nose as he looked at Chad, who was slumping against the floor, falling unconscious. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Chad said softly. 

He sat down in the chair next to her bed. He played with his hands nervously. She leaned against the copious amount of pillows Chad got from the closet. 

“I’m glad you are too.” She responded sweetly. He looked up at her and smiled. 

“Do you, I don’t know, remember any of it?” 

She looked away and tried to remember. “I remember getting hurt, and I remember waking up here. That’s it.” She responded. 

He nodded and glanced at his hand, which was wrapped from him cutting himself in the ambulance. He held back tears as he began to speak. “I thought you died. I watched you die.” 

“I’m here now,” she said, grabbing his hand. “And…I’m sorry, about Ethan. I know you two were close.” 

Chad let go of her hand at the mention of Ethan. He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t wanna talk about him. I’m just happy you’re still here. I wish I could have killed him myself for what he did to you.” 

She gave him a sad smile. She stayed silent, not knowing what else to say. A few beats of comfortable silence passed between them, before Chad scooted himself closer to her. He grabbed both of her hands and gently pressed his lips to them. 

“I should’ve told you before all of this, but I was terrified. Terrified of losing you. It took me actually losing you to realize I shouldn’t have waited.” Chad started. 

“You didn’t lose me.” She said, squeezing his hand. 

“Let me finish; I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I was so scared of you getting close to me, because I know what happens after that. But, I realized I can’t be scared anymore. We can protect each other. All of us.” He smiled at her. His face felt warm at his words, and he had just hoped she felt the same. But a part of him didn’t worry, he just wanted to be in her life; romantic or platonic. 

She stared at him for a few seconds, and Chad was preparing himself to get rejected. He opened his mouth to tell her it was okay, but she had a different idea. 

She pulled him by his collar and kissed him. He melted into her touch, kissing her back. Their lips felt as if they were made for each other as they slotted against one another. She pulled back for a moment and looked in his eyes. She smiled and pecked his lips. 

“I love you too.” She whispered against his mouth. “I’ve always loved you.” 

He let out a sigh of relief and inhaled deeply, kissing her again. He let his lips wander to her neck, and she let out a giggle. She immediately regretted laughing as she winced and held her stomach. 

He pulled back and looked at her. He rested his hands on her wounds and kissed her again. “Hey, we might get matching battle scars.” He laughed. 

“You’re a dork, I love you.” She slightly laughed, pulling him back into another kiss. 

“I love you more.”

[possession-swapbody]

Tal vez alguna historia desde la perspectiva del poseido sería genial. Me ha encantado tu última historia por cierto. Aunque estoy pensando en algo como, abuelo o tio posee a su sobrino o nieto para poder fumar, despues de que su medico se lo prohibió. O tal vez desde la perspectiva del poseido

Collar: una nueva oportunidad para el tío Víctor

Samuel POV

No se que es lo que planea mi tío en cuanto a querer robar mi vida, pero esto tiene que parar.

Todo comenzó hoy en la mañana cuando el tío Víctor vino de visita, a mi me gustaba ya que siempre que venia nos pasábamos un buen rato, digo después de todo solo nosotros 2 vivimos en esta ciudad, yo quería estudiar y mi carrera no estaba en mi pueblo natal, pero el tío Vic se ofreció a dejarme vivir con él ya que donde el vive si había esa carrera, yo acepte pero al cabo de 2 años decidí independizarme de mi tío, después de todo quería mi propio espacio y un poco de privacidad, pero igual nos seguíamos frecuentando y siempre era muy divertido, pese a que el tenía 39 y yo 22, el era como un joven, lleno de energía, entrenaba su cuerpo y con ánimos de salir a divertirse, por lo menos eso era hasta que hace 6 meses tuvo una enfermedad que atacó sus vías respiratorias y daño sus pulmones y ya no podría fumar o realizar actividades que lo agiten mucho, aunque el era un fumador bastante adicto al cigarro, veía que estaba logrando resistir, pero en varias ocasiones estuvo a nada de romper las indicaciones del doctor.

Hace una semana decidió ir con su amigo Juan, el decia que su amigo era un bebedor incontrolable y ahora solo tomaba en ocasiones muy especiales, pero luego de eso no lo había visto hasta hoy, que me regalo un collar en la mañana, luego hace tres horas llego a mi casa y me dijo que necesitaba mi cuerpo, solo para fumar un poco, no entendía a lo que se refería, pero luego me explico que el collar nos permitía poseer a alguien y que al entrar a otro cuerpo teníamos que estar desnudos, yo me negué ya que por mucho que apreciara a mi tío, creía que se había vuelto loco, pero me insistió en hacerlo, le propuse que mejor yo lo poseyera para evitar el cigarro pero solo le vi un poco pensativo y luego me respondió con un gran no.

Por un momento pensé que mentía, pero, al verlo tan seguro pensé en una idea de ayudarlo, le engañarla para que se desnude fingiendo aceptar y yo entraría en el, era simple ponerle el collar y entrar a toda velocidad, y así se estaba haciendo, me desnude, lo vi quitarse la camisa, luego el pantalón y antes de que se volvería ya completamente desnudo corrí a ponerle el collar, pero atrapó mis manos antes de que el collar pasara por sus ojos y me lo quito, por la impresión de que mi plan no salio me descuide y caí al piso y me aturdí un poco la caída, el quedándose con el collar, me dijo:

Victor: Sam, en verdad creíste que no me daría cuenta, logré ver tu reflejo en la tele, desde que te acercaba con el collar en la mano.

Samuel: tío, es que pensé en que podía ayudarte sin que entres en mi.

Victor: pero tu en mi si verdad, bueno veamos que te parece que ahora sea a fuerzas la toma de tu cuerpo y no una opción.

No me dio tiempo de hacer nada cuando ya tenia el collar en mi cuello y de pronto sentí una mano en mi espalda, comencé a perder el sentido del tacto y mi visión se esfumado, trataba de luchar pero no servía de nada, solo estaba desapareciendo hasta que mi visión regreso, y todos mis sentidos pero yo no tenía control de nada, estaba muy agitado, sudado y caliente, en eso mi vista voltea a mi entrepierna y podía ver como había semen por todo mi abdomen, en eso comenze a hablar pero no era yo quien decía lo que salía de mi boca.

Victor: Este cuerpo es una maravilla, no me había echo una paja así en años, y ahora tengo esto para divertirme por casi 8 meses, es una pena que Samuel se perderá 8 meses de su vida pero no pasa nada, cuando despierte le pondré al corriente de lo que hice con su cuerpo, o por lo menos de lo que deba saber jeje.

Quería decirle que se fuera de mi cuerpo pero mis palabras no podían ser escuchadas por el era como si yo no existiera y quizá así era, solo era un pasajero en mi cuerpo y mi tío estaba al mando.

Vic: Juan tenía razón, bueno su sobrino Daniel, estar en un nuevo cuerpo es genial, no comprendo porque una paja nos sella en los cuerpos hasta el siguiente eclipse lunar total pero a quien le importa, debo regresar el collar después de todo solo me lo presto.

Entonces mi tío se me fue a bañar en mi cuerpo y cada que podía se observaba y jugaba con mi pene, el asqueroso estaba usando mi cuerpo para darse auto placer mientras se bañaba, luego de eso, se vistió y salió a fuera, prendió un cigarrillo y comenzó a fumar, yo nunca había fumado, así que mi cuerpo comenzó a toser y mi tío solo decía que era cuestión de práctica antes de que mi cuerpo recibiera el humo como algo normal y sin problemas, después de todo la posesión era imposible de revertir hasta el eclipse.

Victor POV

Luego de no poder fumar y tener muchas limitaciones respiratorias un amigo se ofreció a ayudarme con mi problema, me platico que en realidad era el sobrino de mi amigo ocupando su cuerpo, me dijo que con un collar podía tomar el cuerpo de alguien más y poder vivir una vida normal, solo que necesitaba que alguien me diera permiso de ocupar su cuerpo y el me prestaría el collar.

Le dije que mi sobrino accedió, lo se no estuvo bien mentirle pero que más podía hacer, además de mi sobrino no tenía algún conocido de confianza que viviera solo, estuviera sano y pudiera llevar su vida sin tantas dificultades.

Mi sobrino estuvo a punto de tomar mi cuerpo en el último momento, había preparado todo para yo ser el y el por poco me toma, sabía que si lo encerraba en mi cuerpo se resistiría a fumar, pero no sabe lo difícil que es vivir con las secuelas de esa enfermedad, por eso me decidí a tomar su cuerpo a la fuerza si era necesario, no podía dejar que nadie se enterara, y menos hacerlo pasar por lo que yo paso a diario, lo se, soy débil y esa no era la manera, pero el sobrino de Juan me dijo, que Juan tomó su cuerpo unos minutos y no recordaba nada, así que si tomaba el cuerpo de mi sobrino para el sería un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

Luego de ponerle el collar, me apresure y entre en el, sentía como me envolvía una cálida sensación de calma y perdí mis sentidos, al abrir mis nuevos ojos mis sentidos volvieron, me apresure a masturbarme para hacer esto algo temporalmente irreversible, tome su polla y se puso dura como roca, era una paja increíble, su pene era más grande que el mío, estuve bombeando hasta soltar su semilla por mi nuevo abdomen y al terminar tome una ducha pero no me resistí y lo hice de nuevo, al terminar de ducharme me vestí, no lo negaré, no puedo dejar de ver mi nuevo cuerpo.

Luego salí a fumar, su cuerpo no acepto el cigarrillo, es normal yo también batalle la primera vez, pero se resolverá a fin de cuentas era cuestión de práctica antes de que mi nuevo cuerpo reciba el humo como algo normal y sin problemas.

Volví a entrar a la casa de mi sobrino y mi teléfono recibió una llamado, era "Juan", bueno su sobrino me preguntó si ya había terminado con el collar y que lo quería para guardarlo en un lugar seguro donde no se perdiera y se proteja hasta que lo necesitemos, así que me subí a mi carro y tome el collar, lo puse en un caja que coloque arriba del carro en lo que lo abría, pero una mano lo tomó, era el tonto vecino de mi sobrino y un compañero de su universidad, venían a invitarme a una tarde con ellos en su piscina, dije que no para evitar problemas con lo de entregar el collar, le pedí el collar pero su vecino se lo puso porque según el era que se veía muy lujoso y quería ver como se le veía, y su compañero le iba a dar una palmada en la espalda pero solo pude ver como su brazo y todo su cuerpo se comenzaba a hundir en el cuerpo del torpe vecino y su bañador que era lo único que tenía puesto recorría por sus piernas, luego sus pies y finalmente caían al piso luego ser absorbido o fusionado con su amigo, la verdad no se bien como funcione esto, pero solo sabia que acababa de ocasionar un gran problema mientras el cuerpo de mi nuevo vecino tenía un ligero espasmo y me volteaba a ver con los ojos llenos de incertidumbre, claramente no era el dueño del cuerpo quien estaba mirándome.

[impala-dreamer]

Tourniquet - Chapter Six

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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The Man Who Lost Too Much

Life moved quickly in the background. Sometimes it was hard to remember the day or the month. Time was counted in miles and blood. Age was measured in how many bodies you laid in the dirt. 

It wasn’t without good times, though. 

Y/N hadn’t spoken to her father in a while, but she wasn’t always alone. She would run with other hunters when they crossed paths, hook up with a stranger or two when she was in the mood. Hell, a few times she’d run into the elder Winchester himself and spent a quick weekend getting lost in the sheets. 

There was nowhere she couldn’t go, nothing really she couldn’t do. She was a feather on the wind, tetherless and free. 

But late at night, her thoughts would drift to him. The Boy with the Green Eyes who could always make her feel better, make her feel like she mattered. No matter how many lives she saved, how many thank yous and hugs from survivors, she never quite thought she was helping. Her efforts in doing good always seemed so small next to what Dean was up to. 

Sure, his heroics always came with a price, but Y/N longed to be closer to him, to be a part of the action. She wanted to see it up close, to live in the spotlight, if not right behind it. Skirting the edges of the light and holding him up- that’s what she really wanted. 

Rumors of the Winchesters were never lacking and never dull. 

Wherever she went, she’d hear stories, often exaggerated, about their adventures. Most were ridiculous. 

‘Dean Winchester fought forty-seven vamps all by himself and came out without a scratch!’

‘Sam was born with horns and John had to get a witch doctor to remove them… he was still cursed, though. Poor kid.’

‘Those Winchesters are friends with the King of Hell and have traveled back in time twenty-six times.’

‘That car is haunted. I’ve seen it drive itself.’

‘Dragons. They fought dragons.’

‘Dean Winchester slept with my daughter and three of her friends. And I’m pretty sure, my wife.’

Sadly, that last one she believed. Usually, it didn’t bother her to hear about his sexual exploits, but when the moon was full and the wind was warm, she remembered nights in the tall grass behind the junkyard and his arms so gentle around her body. 

She was working when he called; laptop burning on her lap as she scrolled through bits of scanned articles and photographs from decades ago. The phone buzzed on her nightstand and she peeked at the caller i.d. An old picture of Dean leaning on the Impala lit up her screen. She couldn’t remember when the photo was taken, but it always made her smile. His hair was short and spiked, his necklace fought with the buttons of his green henley, his leather jacket more than a whole size too big. 

Y/N smiled and dragged her fingers across her own necklace, that worn hexagon that she clung to when overwhelmed, sucked on when thinking. A little bit of Dean always with her.

“Yo, Winchester. Been a while.” 

Instead of a hello, Dean replied with a heavy exhale that instantly dropped her mood and upped her anxiety. 

“Hey, Y/N/N…” 

She closed her eyes, clutched the phone tight. “Where are you? Are you OK?”

His swallow was thick; he’d been crying, she could tell. 

“Yeah. I’m- I’m OK. I… I don’t even know where I am. We pulled over for the night and I just-”

Y/N held her breath for a split second and then fell into crisis mode. 

“It’s OK, Dean. I’m here. Just tell me what’s going on.”

There was a rustle of fabric, a sharp inhale; the scratch of nails down an early beard. 

“Y/N/N… I fucked up. I- this is the worst thing I’ve ever done.” 

“Dean, not for nothing, but you’re gonna have to narrow it down a bit, babe.” 

He laughed softly and the tightness in her chest eased. He would be OK.

“Talk to me. I’m right here.” 

Dean sniffed back a tear. She could almost see him there, eyes leaking freely, bottom lip trembling. 

When he started to explain, the words shot out in a ramble that would have made little sense to anyone else. Y/N knew how to decipher his language, knew what each pause meant, why this word was harsh and that one softer. She knew. 

He spoke of the last two years. He talked about losing Sam and then finding him again- without a soul. He explained about his deal with Death and the wall that was put up in Sam’s head so his soul wouldn’t shatter and kill him. About Castiel and Crowley, about deaths and near-misses, about everything.

Finally, Dean told her cautiously about moving in with Lisa and feeling like a father to her son Ben. He rambled on about civilian life and how much he loved doing stupid simple things like mowing the lawn or fixing stuck drawers. How he thought he’d finally gotten his due, that maybe, while it wasn’t perfect, Lisa could have been his salvation after a lifetime of pain. He cried again while recounting the ways he’d hurt them, scared them, gotten them kidnapped or worse. 

When he was ready, Dean explained about the hospital and how he’d asked Castiel to erase him from their memories. How he’d sacrificed something he loved yet again for the good of someone else. They’d never remember him, never know who rearranged the tools in the shed, who bought all the cheap whiskey in the cabinet.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever fucking done,” he said, rounding out his confession as it had begun. 

Y/N rubbed her hand down her cheeks, pushing the tears deeper into her skin. Her stomach ached in that horrible way it did when Dean hurt her, but she knew it wasn’t his fault. He needed to tell her and she needed to hear it. 

She sighed. 

“Yeah, it’s- it’s not great, Dean. It’s really fucking horrible, actually. You can’t just- take someone’s memories like that.” 

“I know.” 

“What if someone did that to you? What if I came along with my own buddy angel and had them erase your dad? Or Sam? Or… or me? You can’t play with people’s heads, Dean.” 

“I know!” 

She didn’t even flinch, she was too heated to be startled. “What were you thinking?” 

Dean ground his teeth hard, growled through the clench. “I was trying to keep them safe!”

Y/N fought back. “From what?” 

“From me!” 

The friends fell silent for too long. Dean’s words hung in the space between them, electrifying the air and stabbing through their veins. 

“Dean, I-” She couldn’t stand it. She needed to see him. “Fuck it. Turn your camera on.” 

“No, Y/N/N, I can’t-” 

“Just fucking do it, please.” 

And there he was. Green eyes wet, freckled cheeks gaunt and hugged by the shadows. He wiped at his face and smiled, but couldn’t look at the camera. He couldn’t look at himself, couldn’t face her. 

“Dean…” 

He closed his eyes and refused to speak, so she did. 

“What you did was fucked up, I can’t let you think otherwise, but Dean… you are… the most selfless, caring… brave man I’ve ever known, and I… I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now, but I know you. And I know that you are going to be OK. You’re gonna get through this and, well, maybe you’ll never be over her, but…” 

The spike in her gut twisted enough to make her pause and he opened his eyes, found hers on the screen. 

“It’ll be OK,” she said softly. “I promise.” 

He took a breath and let it out, and with it, a million pounds fell off his back. His shoulders fell, his jaw unclenched, the tightness in his face eased. 

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he whispered, staring so hard at the phone she was sure he’d break right through. 

Y/N shook her head and smiled that secret smile that was only his. 

“Shut up, Dean.”

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