#I liked this name for the dad but I'm open for names for him
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Time Of Our Lives || Part 2
Part 2:
Tashi Duncan was a force.
Everyone knew it. Everywhere Tashi went, a crowd of people gathered, seeking some form of contact with her. A brief conversation about her day, their day, the fucking weather. Just so they could say they talked to the Tashi Duncan.
Liana hated her. She didn't hate her personally; she hated the fact that even at Stanford, everything revolved around tennis, and accordingly, everything revolved around Art Donaldson and his blonde curls.
Art, who showed up at her dorm at unreasonable hours with a box of fries he didn't even eat but knew she liked, Art, who was at every party she attended, Art, who wouldn't stop babbling about Tashi Duncan.
"Look, I just think she's not the right girl for him..." Right now, Art was lying on her bed, bouncing a ball while she was trying to finish a paper for her Intro to Economics class.
"I don't understand why you're here..." she mumbled in response. Somewhere in the second week at Stanford, she had stopped fighting his presence. He refused to let go. Every scowl she sent his way only encouraged him to do stupid things like waiting for her after class to walk her to the cafeteria or calling her mom and casually asking if she knew why Liana stopped coming to his open practices (she never attended his practices anyway, the little shit was an unbearable liar who made her mom talk for half an hour about how you can't neglect friendships like the imaginary one between her and Art).
"Because you didn't come to practice today. Again." He looked at her. "Are you back with James?" he asked casually.
"You know his name is Jake," she rolled her eyes, realizing she'd been reading the same line for fifteen minutes and deciding to close her laptop.
"Are you sure?" he asked with a half-smile, pleased that for the first time that evening, he had her attention.
"Why do you care that Patrick and Tashi are together?" she asked.
"I don't care. I just know Patrick, and you know Patrick-"
"Do I?" she cut him off, causing him to squint for a second.
"You know Patrick well enough to know how he treats girls. He doesn't take them seriously, and now he's with Tashi. He's going to mess her up and ruin her season." He shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever thought about his best friend.
"Aren't you supposed to worry about Patrick's season, Art? Like the good friend you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Everything felt too charged with tension she couldn't figure out.
"You didn't answer me about James. Are you back with him? He's kind of a loser," he changed the subject, not taking his eyes off her.
"You're kind of a loser. Sitting in my room and whining about your best friend dating the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Get over your crush and move on. Use your blonde hair to find a hookup instead of bothering me while I'm studying." She turned her back to him and opened her laptop again. "And no, I'm not back with Jake," she concluded the topic, not wanting to reopen the wound of that relationship. Certainly not with Art Donaldson, who had started moving towards the door, finally getting the hint.
Liana put Patrick on speaker while she searched for her earrings. She had promised Daria (the only friend she had managed to find so far) that she would go out with her to the bar across from the university, and they would try out their fake IDs. Liana was sure no one would believe she was 21, no matter how revealing the dress Daria forced her to wear, how much makeup she put on, or how high the heels she wore were. No one with eyes would believe she was old enough to buy alcohol.
"The referee kept making mistakes. I think Marcus paid him off. His dad probably promised the guy a new Aston Martin if I lost." Patrick, who had been complaining for the last ten minutes about the terrible game he had today, continued talking while she tried to apply lipstick as straight as possible.
"I don't know much about tennis, but that sounds exaggerated, Pat." Liana didn't know what to say to cheer him up. The truth was that since the season started and Patrick decided he was pursuing professional tennis, Liana didn't know how to support him.
"I'm telling you, something was off there." He spoke, maybe to her, maybe trying to convince himself.
"I think you should call Tashi or Art. they would understand better than me what went wrong..." she said, wiping off the lipstick, the bright color felt too much. Like she was trying too hard to draw attention to herself to show everyone she was pretending to be an adult.
"Oh, if you think Tashi hasn't already called me and told me everything I did wrong in that game while reminding me of all the mistakes from the previous game, you're wrong." He answered. She recognized the bitterness in his voice.
"That sounds like a healthy relationship. you should write a book." She tried to lighten the mood, again not knowing how to help him. She didn't know Tashi, only heard stories about her, and currently, they weren't great.
"Art will just keep saying I should have taken the Stanford scholarship like him and be with you guys in the beautiful college bubble, drinking beer from a keg." He continued, ignoring the jab about his relationship.
"Imagine how much fun you could have had with me at Stanford, Pat. I'm on my way to use my fake ID at a bar. In heels and everything." Liana tried to do everything she could to steer the conversation away from tennis.
"Whoa, Liana Levi, breaking the law. Who would have believed we'd reach this moment? What's your fake name?" he laughed, which made Liana smile. Something about hearing Patrick so broken felt wrong to her. It didn't fit the curly-haired boy who always tried to make her laugh and include her in everything he did when she was around.
"Amanda Jacobs," she replied. Silence fell on the line.
"Amanda Jacobs like Amanda James who went to boarding school with me and Art?" Patrick asked, and she could hear the octaves in his voice change. She already knew he wouldn't let this go.
"I had to come up with something on the spot. I panicked," she defended herself as his laughter slowly became the only thing she could hear. He couldn't see her right now, but it made her smile even more, even though it was at her expense.
"Alright, Amanda, don't drink and drive. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said after he calmed down.
"Okay, Dad." She rolled her eyes.
"You know I love it when you call me-" he couldn't finish the sentence because she hung up.
Art was sitting on her bed when she came back from the bar. Not only had her fake ID worked, but the bartender had also been hitting on Daria all night, so he kept pouring them free shots. It was safe to say Liana had never drunk that much alcohol in her life.
"Am I imagining you?" she asked with utter seriousness.
"What? No. I was waiting for you." He looked confused. "Are you drunk?" he asked the obvious while Liana tried to take off one of her heels and almost fell, causing Art to quickly get up and stand next to her so she could lean on him.
"How did you get in here, Arthur?" she put her hands on her hips, causing him to look at her and flash his most charming smile. The kind that made all the girls melt.
"Your dad gave me a key for emergencies," he said, without taking his eyes off her as he sat back on the bed and she approached him with clumsy steps, a little disappointed that taking off the heels didn't help her stability much. "Do you want to sit?" his tone was amused. He had never seen Liana so drunk. Almost every summer, they managed to sneak a few beers when Patrick came to visit. But it was never serious.
"My dad gave you a key? You realize that's not normal, right? We need to talk about boundaries, Donaldson," she turned her head to him while he was already looking at her, just inches separating them as they sat next to each other on the bed.
"Patrick told me you were going to a bar, something about a fake ID? wanted to see if you're ok" he said, not moving. A little afraid she'll be the one who suddenly moves away. He couldn't remember the last time Liana was this close to him. He didn't think she would ever get this close to him again.
"Patrick is a snitch, and I'm not telling him anything anymore," she sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically, spreading her arms, causing Art to do the same and land on her arm, closer than she would tolerate any other day.
"I can't believe you didn't invite me. I'm disappointed," he tried to sound amused, but he was genuinely disappointed. By this point, he was sure she understood they were friends, that they were connected by such a strong bond that he sometimes doubted if he could ever unravel it. If he even wanted to unravel it. He just didn't understand how, while he saw her so clearly, she didn't see him at all. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew his name. Then he would see her in the crowd at one of his games, and the world calmed down; he always won when she was there.
"You don't drink anyway," she noted quietly. The fatigue started to overcome her, and Liana's eyes closed on their own.
"Hey, I do drink," he defended himself, even though they both knew he was lying. He tried to maintain his diet as correctly as possible, as fitting as possible for his athletic lifestyle.
"I think Patrick is sad," she suddenly said, and Art felt his heart beating quickly.
"How do you know?" he asked in a quiet, almost defeated voice.
"Because when I talk to him, I'm sad too."
sooo, here's the second part. I think we're getting somewhere, but it's going to be a slow burn, so stick with me, I guess. I'm kinda clueless as to if you like it or not, so feel free to tell me what you're thinking ❤️
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Something Wicked | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, implications of verbal parental abuse
Word Count: 4885
Series Rewrite Masterlist
The two boys were bickering over coordinates Dean had received from an anonymous number.
“Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, Sammy.”
“Well, I'm telling you, I looked, and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what.”
“Well, maybe he's going to meet us there.”
“Yeah. ‘Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.”
You sighed. You weren’t about to get in the middle of this argument and tuned the rest of it out. Alas, Dean won the argument, as he often did.
You stopped for some coffee along Fitchburg’s main street. The town itself was small, but it was quaint. A little too Middle America for your taste.
“Well… the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky, but other than that, no one's heard about anything freaky going on,” Dean sighed, handing you and Sam your respective coffee orders.
“Dean, you got the time?” you asked him.
“Ten after four. Why?”
You nodded in front of you at the playground you were looking at. “What's wrong with this picture?”
It was deserted aside from one child climbing on the jungle gym.
“School's out, isn't it?” Dean questioned.
“Yeah. So where is everybody?” Sam added. “This place should be crawling with kids right now.”
You and the Winchesters walked over to a woman on a park bench reading a magazine. Dean approached her, saying, “Sure is quiet out here.”
The woman sighed, “Yeah, it’s a shame.”
“Why's that?”
“You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing.”
“How many?”
“Just five or six but serious, hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching,” she explained.
All four of you watched the little girl playing by herself, and the wheels in your head began to turn. Why would John send you all the way to Fitchburg over a few sick kids?
The three of you made your way up to the pediatrics ward of the hospital to investigate the sick children. Dean and Sam donned suits, and you wore a pencil skirt and heels. You couldn’t lie to yourself, Dean looked amazing in his suit, but you much preferred his usual leather jacket and biker boots.
“See something you like?” Dean smirked at you.
Your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. He just snickered in response while your cheeks burned.
A doctor approached you and the boys before Dean could taunt you any further. You introduced yourselves and headed down the corridor with the man. “Well, thanks for seeing us, Dr. Hydecker,” Dean said.
“Well, I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself. How'd you find out anyways?” the doctor asked.
“Oh, some GP— I forget his name— he called Atlanta, and, uh, he must've beat you to the punch,” Dean lied.
“So you say you got six cases so far?” you asked.
“Yeah, five weeks. At first we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy. But now…”
“What?”
“The kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are... wearing out.”
“Wait, but are there any signs of leukopenia?” you asked. “Any history in these kids of that?”
Dean looked over at you, confused by what you were saying. You continued to talk to the doctor.
“No, actually,” Hydecker answered.
“What about neutropenia?”
He shook his head as a nurse handed him a clipboard full of papers.
“Then, whatever this is would have to be attacking the bone marrow as well as the respiratory system… Have you done biopsies?”
“No, we haven’t,” Hydecker answered. “I’ll give that a try.”
“You ever seen anything like this before?” Sam questioned.
“Never this severe,” the doctor said. “And the way it spreads… that's a new one for me.”
“What do you mean?” asked Sam.
“It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another.”
“You mind if we interview a few of the kids?” Dean questioned.
“They’re not conscious,” the doctor replied.
You were shocked. “None of them?”
“No.”
“Can we, uh, can we talk to the parents?” tried Dean.
“Well, if you think it'll help.”
“Yeah. Who was your most recent admission?”
Hydecker directed you to a man sitting on a chair against the wall in the waiting room. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He explained to you the oldest girl was first, and then his youngest. He told you that her window had been opened, but there was no one who could’ve done so except for his daughter because her room was on the second floor.
You and the boys headed out of the pediatrics ward and back toward the car.
“(Y/N), how’d you know all that stuff?” Sam asked you, referencing your conversation with the doctor.
“I like to read,” you shrugged. Sam smiled at your response and walked a little ahead of you.
Dean came up next to you. “You were really serious about nursing, huh,” he said softly enough so Sam wouldn’t hear.
“I guess. I really do just like to read, though,” you smiled. “I think I just wanted to stick it to my dad. I always thought I’d be happier not hunting. But, uh, I just don’t think I could ever go back to being ‘normal’.”
“Yeah, I get that,” he responded.
Sam turned back to you and his brother. “You know, this might not be anything supernatural. It might just be pneumonia.”
“No way,” you shook your head, “pneumonia wouldn’t be lowering white blood cell count. It’d have to be elevated for it to be true pneumonia. Infection and all that.”
Sam hummed. “Okay, so then what’s your theory?”
“Honestly? Not sure.”
“I'll tell you one thing,” said Sam. “That dad we just talked to? I'm betting it'll be a while before he goes home.”
***
“You got anything over there?” Sam asked Dean. The three of you had climbed through the home of the last two kids who had gotten sick looking for clues.
“Nah, nothing,” the older brother answered.
“Yeah, me neither,” you chimed in. You moved over to the window and paused. “Hey guys? I really don’t think it’s pneumonia.”
The boys came over and followed your line of sight to a rotted handprint with long, tendril-like fingers.
“What the hell leaves a handprint like that?” Sam asked.
Dean seemed to get pulled away into his own mind for a moment before he began to look a little sick. “I know why Dad sent us here. He's faced this thing before. He wants us to finish the job.”
Dean raced down the stairs to the window on the back of the house you’d climbed through. You followed him close behind. You would ask him what had happened to him in the little girl’s bedroom later.
Dean explained to you on the ride to the motel what he thought you were hunting: a shtriga.
“So what the hell is a shtriga?” Sam asked as Dean pulled into a motel parking lot. This motel was a little cuter than the ones you’d visited previously; centered around a white cabin with green shingles.
“It's kinda like a witch, I think. I don't know much about 'em,” explained Dean.
“Well, I've never heard of it. And it's not in Dad's journal.”
“Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about sixteen, seventeen years ago. You were there. You don't remember?”
Sam shook his head.
“And I guess he caught wind of the things in Fitchburg now and kicked us the coordinates,” Dean went on.
“So wait, this…” Sam paused, waiting for Dean to remind him how to pronounce it.
“Shtriga.”
“Right. You think it's the same one Dad hunted before?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“But if Dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?” Sam’s brows furrowed together.
“ ‘Cause it got away.”
Sam scoffed. “Got away?”
Dean was beginning to get frustrated, and you knew it was a cover-up for whatever was going on inside his head. “Yeah, Sammy, it happens.”
“Not very often.”
“Well, I don't know what to tell ya, maybe Dad didn't have his wheaties that morning,” snarked the older brother.
“What else do you remember?”
“Nothin'. I was a kid, alright?” Dean said defensively. You followed him into the motel lobby only to see a little boy watching TV in one room and a boy around ten or eleven walking out of it.
“A king or two queens?” The boy asked, looking between you and Dean.
“Two queens,” you and Dean answered quickly. “And one king, actually,” you added, stepping aside to reveal Sam behind you.
A woman entered smiling at you both. “Checking in?”
You nodded to her.
“Do me a favor, go get your brother some dinner,” the woman instructed the boy.
“I'm helping a guest!” he protested, but turned away under his mother’s hard stare. “Two queens. And a king.”
“Will that be cash or credit?” she asked you.
Dean took out his card. “You take MasterCard? Perfect. Here you go.”
You watched him look behind the woman at the boy pouring his younger brother a glass of milk. And there he went again; pulled into what you could only assume was memories of himself and Sam.
The woman before you held out his card to zoned-out Dean, and you took it from her instead. “Uh, thanks.” She handed you the keys, and you nudged Dean to bring him back to reality.
***
Dean explained to you and Sam what shtrigas fed off: children, most commonly. The only thing that could kill them were specially designed wrought-iron rounds while the thing was feeding. They often take the form of something unsuspecting; like an old woman.
“Hang on,” Dean said. “Check this out. I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are the houses that have been hit so far and dead center?”
“The hospital,” you noted.
“Now, when we were there, I saw a patient; an old woman,” Dean continued.
“An old person huh?” questioned Sam. “In a hospital? Phew. Better call the Coast Guard.”
You giggled at Sam.
“Well, listen, smart-asses, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall.”
You and Sam stopped snickering and looked up at Dean. He raised an eyebrow at you.
And so, you headed to the hospital. Fortunately for her— but unfortunately for your hunt— the old woman with the upside down cross on the wall was just cataract-ridden and crotchety. Upon your return to the motel after thoroughly freaking out the old woman, you pulled Dean to your motel room for a talk before bed.
“What’s up?” he asked, sitting on a chair in your room.
You sat on the bed across from him. “Where do you keep going?” you asked.
“Huh?”
“Sorry, I just realized how stupid that sounded. You keep, like, disappearing into your own brain,” you responded. “Like in the motel lobby. You zoned out looking at that kid and his brother.”
“Oh, that,” he said quietly. “I, uh, it’s stupid.”
“Dean,” you leaned over your crossed legs and rested your hand on his knee. “I’m asking you. It’s not stupid. I just care.”
“Oh, come on—”
“Dean,” you said. “You made me a pinky promise at that scary asylum. You promised you’d tell me. Please?”
He huffed out a small laugh. “You know how I said my dad hunted this thing before?”
You nodded.
“Well, I’m the reason it got away.”
“How? Didn’t you say it was sixteen, seventeen years ago? You would’ve been ten, dude,” you responded.
“Yeah, but it’s complicated. My dad left us alone in motel rooms all the time. He made me repeat to him what I was and wasn’t supposed to do every time he would go out on a hunt. Sam and I would fight over the last bowl of Lucky Charms from the groceries Dad got us for the week; y'know, stupid kid stuff,” he chuckled. “But it’d been days. I was climbin’ the walls, (Y/N). I had to get some air. I went to an arcade to just… blow off some steam, I guess.
"When I came back, the thing was over Sammy’s bed. I was frozen. My dad came in and shot it a couple times, but it got away. Dad just... grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim's about three hours away, but by the time he got back to Fort Douglas, the shtriga had disappeared; it was just gone. It never surfaced until now. Y'know, Dad never spoke about it again, I didn't ask." He looked away from you attempting to swallow his emotions. "But he, ah, he looked at me different, you know? Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn't listen; I almost got Sammy killed.”
“Dee, you were a kid,” you said softly. He went to cut you off, but you stopped him. “No, let me talk. I know how that feels. My parents left me with Stevie all the time. I would've done the same thing you did. We were kids. We had to take on parental responsibilities. Anybody would be going stir crazy, especially at ten years old like you were.”
“(Y/N)—”
“No,” you told him, grabbing his hand. “You cannot blame yourself. I won’t let you. Would you let me?”
He shook his head.
“Exactly.”
He held your intense stare and rubbed a thumb over your hand. The two of you awkwardly pulled away from each other, and Dean cleared his throat. “Uh, thank you, for, y’know—”
“Yeah, any time,” you said, walking him to the door.
***
The next morning, you and Sam were teasing Dean about the old woman from the hospital the night before. You were headed to the car to go get some breakfast.
“ ‘I was sleeping with my peepers open’?” Sam laughed heartily, remembering the old woman's strange way of talking.
“I almost smoked that old girl, I swear. It's not funny!” Dean grunted.
“Oh man, you shoulda seen your face,” you giggled.
“Yeah, laugh it up. Now we're back to square one.” He looked over to the ten-year-old blond boy sitting on the bench behind his mother’s office. “Hang on.” He led you over to the child. “Hey, what's wrong?”
“My brother's sick,” he replied.
“The little guy?”
He nodded. “Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault.”
“Ah, c'mon, how?” You could tell Dean’s mind was racing just based on his tone.
“I should’ve made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't've got pneumonia if the window was latched,” the boy lamented.
You watched, frowningly thoughtfully, as Dean looked away from the boy.
“Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault. Okay?” Dean assured him.
“It's my job to look after him,” the boy frowned, tearing up.
His mother hurried out of the motel toward her minivan. “Michael, I want you to turn on the 'no vacancy' sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service, so don't bother with any of the rooms.”
“I'm going with you,” he protested.
“Not now, Michael.”
“But I gotta see Asher!”
Dean responded before his mother could. “Hey, Michael. Hey. I know how you feel— I'm a big brother, too— but you gotta go easy on your mom right now, ok?”
His mom dropped her handbag in haste, cursing under her breath. You rushed to pick it up for her.
“Listen, you're in no condition to drive. Why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital,” Dean offered.
“No, I couldn't possibly—” she answered.
“No, it's no trouble. I insist.”
Michael’s mother handed Dean the keys and thanked him before addressing her son. “Be good.”
Dean turned to you before he went over to the car. “We're gonna kill this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?”
You and Sam watched Dean pull out of the motel parking lot, driving much more carefully than he ever did when you and Sam were in the car.
“C’mon,” you said. “You got the keys?”
“Yeah,” he threw them to you. “Where we goin’?”
“Wait, you’re letting me drive?” you asked Sam.
He shrugged.
You squealed childishly and jumped into the driver’s seat. You couldn’t lie, you loved this car. You loved how the steering wheel felt in your hands and the way the engine rumbled.
“Seriously, where we going?”
“The library,” you answered. “Town records, national records, internet, anything and everything. Dean wants this thing dead, and I intend to get it done tonight. And I gotta tell you, dude, something’s really bothering me about this whole thing. I mean, I never even formally went to nursing school, but I knew it couldn’t be pneumonia immediately. Why would pediatric doctors be unable to figure that out?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I get you. Something isn’t right.”
***
You and Sam poured through as many books you possibly could as quickly as you could. Sam was at his computer, scrolling with a furrowed brow when his phone rang. “ Hey. How's the kid?... We’re at the library. We've been trying to find out as much as we can about this shtriga… Well, bad news. I started with Fort Douglas around the time you said Dad was there?... Same deal.
"Before that, there was, uh, Ogdenville, before that, North Haverbrook, and Brockway. Every 15 to 20 years, it hits a new town. Dean, this thing is just getting started in Fitzburgh. In all these other places, it goes on for months. Dozens of kids before the shtriga finally moves on. The kids just languish in comas, and then they die… Ah, I don't know. The earliest mention I could find is this place called ‘Black River Falls’ back in the 1890s. Talk about a horror show.”
Your brain began to make connections between all of those events. “Wait, Sam, put Dean on speaker.”
He did so.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to stay with me on this one. This could just be me spitballin’, but—”
“Just say it, (Y/N),” Dean said through the phone.
“I’ve been thinking, why wouldn’t Hydecker immediately rule out pneumonia? If he’s such a spectacular and caring doctor, why wouldn’t he know that pneumonia ups your white blood cell count; not depletes it? And the chance of all six kids having a pre-existing condition that lowers your WBC is incredibly low. I mean, why else wouldn’t he biopsy the kids?”
“Okay, WebMD, what does that have to do with anything?” Dean asked.
“I told you to stay with me.” You began typing in your computer searching for articles on the earliest case Sam had found in Black River Falls. “The point is, I think Hydecker’s our guy. Think about it— the center of the kidnappings is the hospital. And any pediatric doctor would be familiar with what pneumonia actually does to a kid’s body.” You smiled sourly at a photo you pulled up of doctors surrounding a child’s bed in 1893. You turned the computer around to Sam. “Boom.”
“(Y/N), that is huge.” He leaned over and lightly punched your shoulder. “Good going.”
“Thanks!” you grinned. “Dean, meet us back at the motel. Don’t deck the guy in the face, please. Not yet, anyway.”
“No promises,” he grumbled.
“Dean—”
“Fine.” He hung up the phone.
“Alright, we gotta get back before Dean explodes,” you told Sam. “Can I drive again?”
“Sure, why not. Just don’t tell my brother.” He tossed you the keys and you giggled.
***
“We should have thought of this before. A doctor's a perfect disguise. You're trusted, you can control the whole thing,” Sam said.
You and the brothers were back in the motel room.
Dean threw off his jacket and paced agitatedly. “That son of a bitch.”
“I'm proud of you for not drawing on him right there,” you said.
“Yeah, well, first of all, I'm not going to open fire in a freakin' pediatrics ward.”
Sam nodded. “Good call.”
“Second, wouldn't have done any good, because the bastard's bullet proof unless he's chowing down on something. And third, I wasn't packing, which is probably a really good thing, ‘cause I probably would've just burned a clip in him on principle alone.”
Despite the situation, you found Dean aggressively grumbling about guns very attractive.
“You're getting wise in your old age, Dean,” Sam quipped.
“Damn right. 'Cause now I know how we're going to get it,” replied Dean.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“Shtriga works through siblings, right?”
You knew what he was getting at. “No, Dean, I don’t like that.”
“What?” Sam asked, clearly not picking up where you and Dean were at.
“(Y/N)—”
“No, dude, we gotta get Michael out of here. I’m not letting you use him as bait.”
“Dean, what?! That’s out of the question!” Sam protested.
“It's not out of the question, Sam, it's the only way. If this thing disappears it could be years before we get another chance.”
“Michael's a kid. And I'm not going to dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook,” Sam scoffed.
“Dad did not send me here to walk away.” Dean turned away from you and Sam and gripped the edges of the dresser.
“Send you here? He didn't send you here; he sent us here,” Sam replied.
“This isn't about you, Sam. I'm the one who screwed up, all right. It's my fault. There's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me.”
“What are you saying, Dean? How is it your fault?” Sam paused, taking a moment to calm down. “Dean. You've been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now talk to me, man. Tell me what's going on.”
Dean proceeded to explain what he had to you last night. Sam gave him the same lecture about how it wasn’t his fault, but Dean began to protest again. “Don't. Don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. He sent me here to finish it.”
You were surprised at the tough facade he gave his brother in contrast to the way he was vulnerable with you.
“But using Michael— I don't know Dean. I mean, how 'bout one of us hides under the covers, you know, we'll be the bait,” Sam tried.
“No, it won't work. It's gotta get close enough to feed— it'll see us. Believe me, I don't like it, but it's gotta be the kid.”
***
Michael was completely against the idea and even threatened to call the cops on you. You and the boys returned to their motel room dejectedly.
“Well, that went crappy. Now what?” Dean groaned.
“What did you expect? You can't ask an adult to do something like that, much less a kid,” the younger brother sighed.
There was a knock at the door, and you opened it to reveal Michael.
“Hey,” you said, surprised.
“If you kill it, will Asher get better?”
“Honestly? We don't know,” Dean told him.
“You said you were a big brother,” Michael started, “You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?”
“Yeah, I would,” Dean replied quietly. Your heart swelled at how much Dean and Sam cared for each other.
The young boy nodded. “Me, too. I'll help.”
Dean had hooked up a security camera to the boy’s room, and you and he watched the monitor closely. You were beginning to feel cross-eyed from how tired you were. It was around three in the morning, and your body protested against your will to stay awake.
“You sure these iron rounds are gonna work?” Sam asked his brother.
“Consecrated iron rounds, and yeah, it's what Dad used last time.”
“Hey, Dean? I’m sorry,” the younger brother said softly. “You know, I've really given you a lot of crap, for always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it.”
“Oh, god, kill me now,” Dean groaned.
You giggled to yourself, eyes returning to the screen. “Dean, look.”
There was a bit of movement off to the right of the screen outside of the window. You and the boys picked up your guns, holding them tightly and waiting for the right moment.
“Now?” you asked.
“Not yet.”
The shtriga moved closer and leaned over the bed. You could see Michael tense under the covers and draw them closer to himself. The creature leaned over the bed, pushing the covers down.
“Now?!”
“Now.”
You and the boys burst through the door and began to shoot the creature after Michael rolled away. It flew off Michael’s bed and fell to the side you couldn’t see.
“Mike, you alright?” Dean asked the kid.
“Yeah,” came his muffled reply from under the bed.
“Just sit tight.” Dean approached the shtriga, his gun at the ready. There was no movement for just a moment, before the shtriga shot up and grabbed Dean by his throat, throwing him across the room.
“Dean!” you cried, trying to run to him. The shtriga threw you to the side against Michael’s bed. Your back protested as you tried to roll and grab your gun that had fallen out of your hand in the chaos. You noticed the shtriga leaning over the top of the younger Winchester. Sam’s body went limp and began to go gray as the shtriga began to suck out his life force.
“Hey!” Dean gruffly spat. The shtriga turned to the older brother just to get shot straight between the eyes.
“Nice!” you said. You rushed to Sam’s side and smoothed a hand over his messy hair while he tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?”
He nodded. “Thanks.”
“You okay, little brother?” Dean called from behind you. You thought it was adorable how much he cared.
You and Sam stood and you tried to help hold the tall man up on his unsteady legs. You guided him over to the shtriga, and Dean shot it three times at point-blank range. The shtriga’s body fell in on itself, disintegrating.
You looked up at Dean, whose face was still set in hard lines.
“It's okay, Michael, you can come on out,” Dean told the boy peeking out from under his bed. He rose to stand beside you, smiling tentatively. Dean put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. You looked on, feeling your heart swell at what you knew was a full-circle moment for Dean. You knew these moments were few and far-between in a profession like yours, and you had learned to savor them in your memory.
***
You and the brothers returned to your rooms to pack now that the monster was dead. As usual, you were finished packing before the boys were and leaned against the Impala waiting for them.
You watched Michael’s mom’s car pull up in the motel parking lot. At that moment, the boys came out to join you.
“Hey, Joanna. How's Asher doing?” Dean asked the mother of the two boys.
“Have you seen Michael?” she asked him.
“Mom! Mom!” the child in question ran up and hugged him. “How's Ash?”
“Got some good news. Your brother's gonna be fine,” she smiled down at the boy.
“Really?” Michael grinned.
“Yeah. Really. No one can explain it; it's a miracle. They're going to keep him overnight for observation, and then, he's coming home.”
You smiled as Sam asked, “How are all the other kids doing?”
“Good. Real good. A bunch of them should be checking out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward's going to be like a ghost town,” she explained.
“Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Hydecker?” you asked.
“Oh, he wasn't in today. Must have been sick or something.”
You shot a knowing look to the boys.
“So, did anything happen while I was gone?” Joanna asked her son.
The boy looked to Dean before responding, “Nah, same old stuff.”
“Okay.” Joanna smoothed a hand over Michael’s blonde hair. “You can go see Ash.”
A wide grin spread across the boy’s face. “Now?!”
She nodded at her son, who ran into the car. “I, ah, I'd better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself,” she told you and the boys. The three of you watched as Joanna’s car pulled out of the parking lot. Sam and Dean turned to you and placed their bags in the trunk next to yours.
“It's too bad,” said Sam.
“Oh, they’ll be fine,” you assured him.
“That's not what I meant,” he shook his head. “I meant Michael. He'll always know there are things out there in the dark— he'll never be the same, you know?” He paused. “Sometimes I wish that....”
“What?” Dean questioned.
“I wish I could have that kinda innocence.”
Dean walked to the driver’s side door. He leaned on the roof of the car and said, “If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.”
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Anonymous asked: Having the car available as an alchemy ingredient now, what should John make first? ~DJ
John has unlocked the ability to fly, but I don't think he's as fast as he was with the jetpack. I think his best option is to merge it with Dad's automobile to create the Jetson Car.
Anonymous asked: the actor who played rufio in hook did his own homestuck liveblog back in the day. when he got to this part he was Somewhat Perturbed.
@morganwick asked: Fun fact: around the end of Act 5, Dante Basco, who played Rufio in Hook, started a Tumblr and was immediately besieged by Homestucks pushing him to read the comic. So he started liveblogging it. Take a guess which scene everyone, including Hussie, was waiting for him to get to more than any other.
I can't believe I'm competing with Zuko himself on the Homestuck Liveblogging stage. How the hell can I measure up to that?
@wickedsick asked: The best part about the Wallet is that it's a physical object: you can give it to other people, send it across the tubes, and even store it inside another modus!
It really is a shockingly useful and versatile modus.
With this, his absurd physical stats, and his obvious determination, I feel like Dad would be an exceptionally talented Player.
@manorinthewoods submitted:
>John is an immortal God
>Still applies seatbelt, because safety is important
~LOSS (24/5/24)
Anonymous asked: Obviously there is some deep, hidden classpect meaning to the sudden Seatbelt PSA!
Seatbelts are in cars.
Cars run on gas.
You expel gas when you breathe.
John is the Heir of Breath.
Checkmate, Scratch!
@marinerofthestars asked: Now that you’ve learned what Gamzee’s like sober, do you still reckon he’d be useless or actively detrimental as the Cavalier of Necromancer!Jade?
Oh, good point. A more focused Gamzee could certainly be a dangerous cavalier, especially if he shares the STRENGTH enjoyed by other highbloods. However, that presupposes that he's loyal to Jade, and the current incarnation of Gamzee isn't loyal to anyone.
Initially, I assumed that Gamzee would direct his violence primarily towards lowbloods - but said he was going to kill everyone, aristocrats included. Jade's status as Reverend Daughter wouldn't protect her here.
Besides, even if he was subservient to Jade, I don't think he'd be very reliable. Sure, he's probably better in a fight, but I don't think he'd be particularly useful when they're trying to complete their actual objective - namely, the Lyctor labs. Could you imagine Jade trying to pilot him in Imaging and Response?
At best, Frenzied Gamzee is a decent siphoning target - but that won't be much help either. In the original question, I gave the Houses their canon specialties, and the Ninth aren't siphoners.
In short, a sufficiently loyal Gamzee would be more useful in this state, but not a lot more.
@morganwick asked: So, you still think rendering Gamzee's text in all-lowercase makes him come off as a "chill guy" with a "Californian surfer dude accent"?
Forgot about that, haha. I think the contrast here is in what, exactly, Gamzee is saying in lowercase.
Lowercase Soporified Gamzee does sound like a surfer dude, because he's saying surfer dude things.
Lowercase Frenzied Gamzee, however, sounds like the Joker talking about his scars.
@morganwick asked: This is the part I was worried about your lax spoiler policy ruining things. When you opened the doors for people to offer up title suggestions for you that hadn't appeared in the comic yet Rage was one of the first aspects you got. At some point, if you'd bothered to keep track, Gamzee would have been the one aspect-less troll, and Rage would have stood out as the one non-joke troll-less aspect you knew about. So my concern was that if you started thinking about what it would mean for Gamzee to have Rage as his aspect, it might lessen the shock of seeing him now. A bit overly paranoid? Maybe, especially since Eridan being called the Prince of Hope came after Gamzee's "BlAsPhEmY" moment so more likely you'd have just connected it to the latter if anything, but we've seen some pretty perceptive bloggers in our time so this is to give some insight into the mindset behind a stricter spoiler policy.
It could definitely have been a problem - especially if I'd taken the time to enumerate the Aspects in detail. According to Cat, there were several asks requesting that I do so, which she filtered out in order to obfuscate Rage a little. Good choice, I think. If someone had called attention to it, I'm sure I'd have noticed that it was probably Gamzee's Aspect.
I still think the fun I was having with Aspect guesses was worth the risk, but I also see where you're coming from. Luckily, it never actually came up, so no harm was done.
@bladekindeyewear asked: VAGUE EXTERNAL MEDIA CLASSPECTING: According to certain theoretical fan frameworks, The Joker is a picture-perfect example of a Bard of Rage even across his incredibly wide variety of iterations, and Batman happens to be a good example of a Knight of Rage.
All Bards of Rage must be clowns, no exceptions.
Actually, Gamzee has both Joker and Two-Face vibes, doesn't he? He essentially has two separate quirks now, and he's also insisting that he's 'both' of his Mirthful Messiahs. Sollux is gonna sue someone.
Anonymous asked: So if going God Tier is merging the conscience of the real self into the dream self, what happens when a real self is prototyped with something else? Does Aradia still have some frog in her?
I certainly hope she does, but we haven't seen any yet.
As you pointed out, this is technically Aradia's dream self, which was never merged with the Frogsprite. It's possible that some internal 'froggy' traits were carried over from her realself when she ascended, but it's impossible to say for sure. We still don't know how this alternate form of ascension actually works.
@tacticaltaxonomist asked: im not rereading myself atm but i love following along your posts as you do, thank you for sharing!
Anonymous asked: it makes me really happy to see new readers and I hope u have a good time :D
Thank you kindly!
I'm happy to be back and in the swing of things, and I'm even happier that I've been able to maintain a decent pace so far.
@krixwell asked: For what it's worth, Jack did "spare" PM when she proved she had the guts to actually go and actually get him the white king and queen's crowns, even though he had every reason to kill her. She was a Prospitian, had visibly just killed one of Jack's best men, had gotten the seemingly useless physical crowns rather than carrying out the murders they were supposed to represent (Jack likely knew this, since HB saw her get the king's crown), and was demanding one of Jack's most powerful weapons in exchange – Jack had nothing to gain from leaving her alive, and a fair bit to lose by honoring a deal that he used to half-heartedly offer to basically anyone who visited his office.
As Hussie put it in recap 2, pages later but not many, "[Jack] came, and [PM?] traded the two white crowns for the green box, Jade's present to John. He appeared pleased to uphold the bargain, either out of the misunderstanding that he was still under control of its contents, or out of respect for PM?'s tenacity and brutality in pursuing the prize. Only he knows."
Around the same time, WV was also left as the sole survivor of Jack's massacre on the Battlefield. WV was standing front and center of his rebel army, mere meters away when Jack killed the Black King, so it wouldn't just be that Jack missed him.
(Recap 2: "Jack then killed the entire rebellion army, sparing only WV?. Perhaps to leave a survivor to tell the story, or perhaps out of respect for a fellow mutineer. Only he knows.")
Before he got so powerful, there's also the time he released Dad Egbert from Dersite imprisonment, after the latter destroyed his jester hat.
So yes, Jack has been known to spare people, at least pre-Becsprite… but only he knows why, and Eridan wouldn't have had access to any of these moments through the Trollian viewport.
The droll is beckoned. The bargain, honored.
That's a good point. Jack does appear to have a sense of honor, and I do genuinely think that these gestures were motivated by respect.
Eridan, though, he'd have zero respect for. I guarantee it.
@burntheupholstery asked: homestuck filtered through your comments is so much funnier for me because - and get this - i don't understand even a BIT of computer science
Give it a few more Acts, and I'll get you up to speed. >:)
@ipunchvampires asked: Minor gripe, but it's a bit annoying to me that the "Alterniabound" walkarounds have an obviously-developer-intended order of operations, but make no effort to signal this to the first-time reader. Like the dialogue in "Past Karkat: Wake up" is written such that going around the room counterclockwise with Karkat, then Vriska, then Terezi makes the most narrative sense, yet it's incredibly common for people to start clockwise, and when they get around to Terezi, Karkat acts like he's hearing about the humans for the first time even though he's heard about them from every other character in the meteor.
@morganwick asked: There are, in fact, different conversations available if you talk to Kanaya and Feferi/Sollux as Karkat; it's just the items strewn around the lab that have the same flavor text.
@helium--hydride asked: Did you check all of the interactions in this flash? You can be Karkat, and I think there was an interaction between Karkat and Sollux/Feferi that you missed.
So there is!
Not much to liveblog here, but it's good to know in the future that all combinations of conversational partners will, as a rule, yield new dialogue.
Anonymous asked: it’s a fun story and stuff but what are your thoughts on the music so far?? i mean we all know megalovania but do you have any fave tracks that stood out? top 5? the HS soundtrack is so unique imo
(mine so far is explore remix - dave and jade made it together on freshjamz)
We've got a big enough library at this point that I probably can highlight some favorites. I think my top 5, in no particular order, are:
Sunslammer
The Beginning of Something Really Excellent
Savior of the Waking World
MeGaLoVania (Aradia version)
Descend
@elkian asked: "Oh, for the love of peace. Is there anyone that this globe-headed chucklefuck doesn’t have in his pocket?" - I don't know if you intended this pun about Cue Ball Head but I cackled
That one was on purpose. The guy's still an orb!
@abibeur asked: Honestly I was expecting your reaction to be like Prak from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (see below) and I was not disappointed.
“Tell us about it,” said Ford.
“Oh, I can't remember any of it now,” said Prak. “I thought of writing some of it down, but first I couldn't find a pencil, and then I thought, why bother?”
There was a long silence, during which they thought they could feel the Universe age a little. Prak stared into the torchlight.
“None of it?” said Arthur at last. “You can remember none of it?”
“No. Except most of the good bits were about frogs, I remember that.”
Suddenly he was hooting with laughter again and stamping his feet on the ground.
“You would not believe some of the things about frogs,” he gasped. “Come on let's go and find ourselves a frog. Boy, will I ever see them in a new light!” He leapt to his feet and did a tiny little dance. Then he stopped and took a long drag at his cigarette.
“Let's find a frog I can laugh at,” he said simply.
I can't believe Douglas Adams predicted Homestuck.
Can't believe Prak canonically learned about Sburb sessions when he overdosed on truth serum 😲
Anonymous asked: if bilious slick is the universe, then it stands to reason that the Vast Croak = the Big Bang
Or the Big Crunch, given that 'croaking' is a euphemism for dying...
@bladekindeyewear asked: AAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA WE WERE WAITING FOR YOU TO GET TO THIS REVEAL EVERYTHING YOU'VE SAID ABOUT FROGS HAS HAD US LAUGHING SO HARD!!! don't feel bad this hits every reader and liveblogger the same way and it's GREAT nobody guesses it, it's like we're laughing WITH you not at you i promise, and gosh even just YOUR LAST REMARK ABOUT THE DOOR DURING THE RECAP AHAHAHAHAHAHH
Anonymous asked: /post/749478863076196352 "We finally get to learn the function of the House Door – and apparently, it leads directly into the newly created universe. Makes a lot of sense. This, of course, nixes my theory that it leads to Bilious Slick." reading that was the fucking TEXTBOOK DEFINITION of dramatic irony
Anonymous asked:
you: oh, the door leads to the new universe, not bilious slick like i theorized!
kanaya: Bet
Oh, god, I didn't even think about that. The door does lead to Slick, just in a way that was completely impossible to predict. I'm giving myself partial credit for that one.
@sanctferum asked: after everything the troll's black queen went through as a result of her refusal to defile her being with frogness, it is incredibly ironic that she would be bestowed the universal load-bearing powers she was given by Scratch upon becoming Snowman - and in so doing, have her own life force directly tied to that of a Genesis Frog. And you just know Scratch was insufferably smug about it too
@galaxa-13 asked: When I first read Homestuck and there were mentions of ol' B. Slick or any frog I just glazed over it. Oh, OK, just another weird thing in this tapestry of weird. On following read throughs, when I knew the significance, I still just glazed over it. Yeah yeah, frog is the universe, moving on. So when you started questioning all the frogs I got giddy, because I knew that YOU'D have a bigger reaction than I ever did.
Yeah, I was so lost with those frogs. I definitely didn't suspect that the answer would be anything as monumental as this.
I sure fucking didn't, Kanaya.
@drakethedeep asked: Congratulations on reaching the genesis frog reveal! Now, what are your thoughts on the metaphysical implications that universes are living biological creatures?
It gels well with a theorypost I was sent before about how Sburb's timeline system may have evolved naturally over time. The idea that universes are biologically alive certainly lends credence to the idea that the entire reality of Homestuck is fundamentally organic. Maybe the entire multiverse is actually inside another, second-order cosmic animal...
(Because it's Hussie, that animal is probably a clown.)
Anonymous asked: about the Vast Croak: (from page 2308) “[Frogs] go by many names, and so does the reviled patron god they herald - THE GREAT DETESTATION, KING PONDSQUATTER, SPEAKER OF THE VAST JOKE, or most commonly, BILIOUS SLICK.”
I didn't consider that Vast Joke could just be a corruption of Croak.
If so, then I'm not sure why Aradia's referring to it as if it's an actual joke. Curious.
@mapswithoutwyoming asked: This is a bit of a weird message, but: I’ve been plotting a Homestuck fanfic, and I was getting confused about whether the lunar sways I’d assigned to the main characters made sense. I was so deep into orchestrating the interlocking and paradoxical web of events that changing it even a little would have had catastrophic ramifications, but I was starting to wonder if it wouldn’t make sense not to. But you referencing your theory about the dispositions made my earlier decisions click for me. thx
Happy to help! And when I'm out of spoiler territory for the fic, I'd love to read it.
@ben-guy asked: In regards to your joke about Jerma in the tags… man, just imagine him streaming Sburb. "W-what? No chat, I'm NOT going to- I'm not going to prototype myself. That's an atrocious idea. I don't even know what that means! Listen, it's just not happening. Okay. Okay, a million off the boon-debt" Just imagine… Jerma imps. They would be insufferable. Also, his server player gets to play Jerma's Dollhouse for real. TBH, the Dollhouse steam has some minor HS vibes already… Making me feel totally justified in sharing this classic HS meme with you
Look, we all know Jermasprite would happen.
Oh, man - and prototyping him turns all the Underlings into chat members, so that when Jack is watching his progress through the Fourth Wall, it also contains a live feed of Imps and Orges spamming 'next session'.
Anonymous asked: Hey, you're right, the trolls might not have gone through the brooding cavern trials, since they were delivered to the surface on meteors, not birthed in the caves. Which would mean that when Vriska talked about how she remembered her trials, she was just lying.
It's possible that the meteors were delivered directly into the caverns somehow, but that's definitely not certain.
Vriska's assertion is suspicious either way, though - would she really have memories from being a newborn grub? If the trolls could remember their infancy, then they'd already know they came from meteors.
@manorinthewoods asked: I was going to write something about Locked Home (HS chars in Canaan House) being in the wrecked troll session, but upon further inspection, I can't see an easy way to set that up without opening a few of WV's cans of worms. So, instead, here's a different question - since lighting the Forge would clear LOFAF's frost, would lighting Kanaya's Forge have cleared LORAF's rays? What would that even mean? ~LOSS (15/5/24)
I thought it could have receded her oceans, but you're right - the Forge's environmental changes might always be associated with its Land's named trait.
Maybe let's split the difference, and say that activating the Forge intensifies LORAF's rays, causing them to boil the oceans away.
@divineerdrick asked: Hello again! Just wanted to say how much I love your analysis of what Jade is going through with Jadesprite. In fact, it's a rare treat to see a first time reader dig into how Rose and Jade and the events around their Dream Selves affect them. But I especially want to congratulate you on again pointing out something I'd never really noticed, and that is how playful Kanaya is with the text in her conversations. It really is a great gag, and I never noticed how consistent it was.
Thank you! Yeah, a big part of why Kanaya is so great is that a lot of her gags are very understated. Half the time, you don't even read them as gags - they just scan as charming aspects of her personality.
@heliotropopause asked: "Actually, can anyone confirm at what point the fic will be safe to read?"
It's been a while since I read it, and I haven't read the fragment of TSG act three that only exists on tumblr since I didn't know about it at the time, but I'm about 85% sure you'll be good to pick it up once you finish act five.
The whole setting is built on lore from late act five, and while it references something from a ways into act six at least once, i don't think there's anything there that could rightfully be called a spoiler.
(And when you're done with TSG, you can pick up Taz's husband's The Vienna Game, which is even better, though of course doesn't tie into TLT. It should be spoiler-free after page 4468.)
I've still got a while to wait, then - but not quite as long as I feared. Works for me!
@manorinthewoods asked: That image of Vriska demanding that WV not interfere is… really weirdly creepy, and I can't help but feel like I missed that whole sequence. I guess it might not have stuck with me because I didn't bother translating the Morse code - which I assume the Homestuck Collection can do for you, which is another reason why I should have used that. ~LOSS (11/5/24)
Yeah, my heart sank when I read that part.
I really thought Vriska was about to do something to hurt WV, which would have sent her careening down the tier list faster than you can say 'main character syndrome'.
@manorinthewoods asked: "Why, though? I had assumed that these stations were going to be used to restore civilization on this planet. How are they going to repair Earth with no access to technology? Surely they’re not going to start from scratch?" Bold of you to assume Earth will be repaired. ~LOSS (11/5/24)
Terezi seems to think it will - but clearly, the stations aren't involved.
Maybe the game thinks it'd be cheating, or that using Sburb tech to build civilizations would make them too advanced to be threatened by its meteors the next time around.
@necrowyrm asked: The only possible thing you can liveblog after homestuck is now The Earthbound Halloween Hack in order to experience the original megalovania in all it's glory
You are SO right. I'll also make a quick detour through Smash Ultimate, of course.
@adhd-coomer submitted:
LMAO, that literally is what that is, isn't it?
@captorations submitted:
my birthday cake from years ago (but not many... but not *not* many.) deadname nuked from orbit. my sister who got me into homestuck arranged it and maybe one day i will forgive her
#for the cake or for getting me into homestuck? yes.
#note: this is a joke i was/am amused by the former and very grateful for the latter
Yes, oh my god! That really is the perfect Karkat face for a cake.
I'm going to be brainstorming Homestuck meals for the rest of the week.
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Hi, do you have any headcanons about Rick with RJ and Judith after TOWL?
sure! most of these are about the grimes family as a whole because michonne is the beating heart of the family yk!!
under a read more because apparently i had more to say than i realized (shocking). some of these are copied from previous posts!
antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY
part of this is because rj (like antony) is very shy and reserved and rick gets that and so they can just be quiet together and still feel like they're bonding. as rj gets older, whenever he needs to think something through he asks rick if they can do some sort of project together, and through that he works through whatever he has going on.
his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad. michonne and rj join them because they both love hearing stories the most when rick is the one telling them.
I think rick definitely got back into farming post towl since that is his ~zen place. judith and rj have the idea to grow flowers for michonne, and the three of them plant her a small private garden as a surprise. they even build her a little bench to sit on and everything. after it's finished they have all their family picnics there :')
I think this is less my personal headcanon and more a collective fandom headcanon but rick DEFINITELY does call rj "junior" and he is the ONLY one allowed to do so. If anyone else tries they get the rick grimes head tilt and squint from both of them.
they as a whole family have all kinds of Secret Family Things (like the code names for security shoto/daito/brave man/little brave man). for example they have a family whistle that has different variants for different ~situations. it's kinda silly but they all get very into it and take it very seriously!
speaking of family rituals, family dinner is REALLY important to them!!! I'm always thinking about that one dinner scene in early season 9 where michonne, judith and rj are quietly/sadly sitting in that dark dining room with that empty chair where rick is supposed to be. NOW their kitchen is bright and loud and cheerful and they all cook together and use herbs and spices from their family garden :')))
during the week or so leading up to judith and rj's respective birthdays, Rick gives them each a gift for each year he missed. like an advent calendar of missed birthdays. Idk what he gets them exactly but rick king-of-gift-giving grimes would figure something out. michonne helps out a lot by filling him on the things they both enjoyed throughout their childhoods
(he does the same for michonne btw. a gift for every year he missed. they never cared about birthdays before but he's still making certain things up to her)
now that rick and michonne are back together they find it much easier to talk about all the people they lost. judith and rj's favorite stories are the ones about their brothers, carl and andre.
i love the idea of scene very similar to the one in towl 1x05 where richonne get mugged only to turn the situation around in .5 seconds only this time it's the whole family being badass and intimidating to a stranger who thought they could try it
as we know from towl, rick and michonne are fucking insane :') but eventually they realize judith and rj out-crazy both of them combined (much like carl did, rip king) and they are EXTREMELY proud :')
#richonne#grimes family#the ones who live#i know as soon as i hit post i'll have more to say but this is good for now i think#also reblog and add your headcanons PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE#oh re: that dinner scene from season 9 i mentioned. i honestly forget if there was a plot reason for them being sad in that scene#so my bad if i made some assumptions but i don't think it's a big leap personally!
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Ok but what if yutu finds a box full of letters and poems in yuus closet?
Their partner was out, so it was a perfect opportunity. In a week their 1 year marriage anniversary will happen, so they needed to act quick and be sneaky. They go to the closet and unbury a box full of all the letters and poems their partner has wrote throughout their years together, some even have no name onto them as they were intended to be from a secret admirer, but yuu noticed the similar handwriting.
They were going to take the box and turn into into a book, like an album of memories.
They hear the front door open. Oh no their partner is back way sooner than they expected. They hide the box into their clothes, as they're too far from the closet.
A man they've never seen before walks in. Before they can get a word out, they're blasted with two spells back to back.
One muddles their mind, the other opening a portal behind them. The shock from the blast, and them being not far off of their due date causes them to lose balance and tumble into the portal.
When their spouse returns home all they find is a rummaged closet and messy bedroom. Although they want to deny it, the evidence suggests that yuu took any funds they(yuu) were hiding and ran away.
Yes I'm also the grim overblot anon 😁 my brain is full of angsty worms and your au is just too perfect for me not to take them out on 💕
This could be read as something for any of the boys but I feel that it fits rook the most😶🌫️
Hello newest friend o/ I'm surprised at how many brainworms I've managed to give people, but it is very nice chatting with all of you about this. I really like this ayuu c:
I like this concept and agree that it fits Rook the best out of all of them. So much so I think I am going to steal it for his Yutu hc post. In general though I think that if Yutu found something like that it would add to the mystery of who his father is for him. Lilia! Yutu sees it as further confirmation that he was the product of an affair, Malleus! Yutu takes it as further proof that magic is real. Jade, Deuce, and Riddle's Yutus would probably be even more confused; if his dad loved Yuu this much then why isn't he here with them? While Cater, Ace, and Yutres of the the Trey Triplets would just find the letters very romantic and not think too much on it beyond that. I can't really see Leona writing letters, Idia I could see writing a digital diary of sorts but no physical letters. It's a really cute idea ;-; the correct mix of angst for this ayuu I think.
Now as for Rook thinking that Yuu left him...
The evidence suggests that yuu took any funds they were hiding and ran away. That's what whoever created this scene wants him to think. But there's no way Yuu would have been able to leave the house without him knowing unless they had a very specific sort of help. The Hunt estate has some of the highest level of security clearances in Twisted Wonderland, whoever took his spouse is someone with connections indeed. But not to worry, he got Vil back from the Isle of Woe did he not? He'll find Yuu and their child soon enough. Rook writes a detailed diary about his search, about the beauty he observes that he missed telling Yuu about.
But he doesn't find them. He doesn't find them and the real world begins to crumble around him alongside his personal one.
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Hiii! I saw ur account is open to Twisted Wonderland requests and I do hope I can make one request!
Maybe a request for Mozus Trein with an S/O(ofc they’re the same age as him) that is shy and timid but was once an outgoing teenager when they were young and how the two bond now that they’re seeing each other again with both of them knowing that both of them obviously had a crush on one another since teens but separated due to familial circumstances(def didn’t inspire this by an oc of mine, hahahahahaaa-)
Thank you so much for the request!! and yeahh, many of my ideas are based of OC's- Since you didn't specify, I decided to write this as a short fic, since i've been wanting to write one for quite a while now, i hope that's okay!! (tbh I'm so used to writing headcanons, that if you really want to, you can also read this as headcanons) Hope you enjoy :) Also, i refuse to take Treins girl dad privilege's so i simply turned his marriage into an arranged one-
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Trein and Childhood crush!Reader reconnecting after years apart
Characters: Mozus Trein
Format: Short Fic (972 words)
Warnings: None that i can think of
Trein was rummaging through some old stuff, with his wife's death a few years ago, he decided to declutter, when he stumbled upon an old box. An old box, filled with memories of his time as a teenager. Many of them included pictures of the two of you, how could they not, when he used to spend most of his time wishing he could spend every waking moment with you. Trein has always been an orderly person, perhaps that's why he loved you, you and your outgoing personality, never shying away from anything. If he was completely honest, he still does, and there is nothing he regrets more, than not marrying you.
He still remembers the day like it was yesterday, when his parents told him he was to be married, to a woman he didn't even know, once they were both eighteen, how it broke his heart. Of course, it had to be the same day he planned to finally confess to you. So, when you met him at your favorite spot, instead of a carefully planned speech about his feeling, one he knows he would have messed up anyways at the sight of your smile, he blurted out that he's engaged. He had never felt more pain, than as he watched your heart break, seeing the pain in your eyes. He only wishes that you were able to see how it hurt him too. And the two of you coming from a generation before phones existed made it hard to stay connected, so, in the end you lost sight of each other. Oh, how he wished he could have rebelled against his parents, he still wishes he did, but he always followed the rules his parents set, believing they only wanted the best for him, so how was he supposed to just stop? He is truly happy with his life, there is nothing he loves more than his daughters, and yet to this day, you have never left his heart. To this day, it wishes it were you with who he lived this life.
And it seems that his wishes were heard for once, as the doorbell rings. He is confused at first, the person at the door seems familiar to him, he just can't quite pin point it, at least not until the familiar stranger speaks-
"Long time no see, Mozus"
No matter how much you've changed over the years, the way you speak his name as you smile at him is something that remained the same, something that he could never forget. He invited you inside, the shock of seeing you so long painted clearly on his face. The two of you sit down at the coffee table, as he hands you your drink. He has many questions, and he can only assume you do too. It doesn't take long before you two are talking as openly as you did when you were younger, reminiscing about the older days, discussing what each of you did during your time apart; he tells much about his lovely daughters, talking about each of them as if they're a piece of art, before asking what you did during your time away. He noticed rather quickly that you spoke much quieter than when you were young, holding yourself back during stories instead of making them as big as can be, where he wouldn't have gotten a word in when you were young, he was now leading the conversation. But he couldn't say that he minded, it was only normal to change with age, and he's afraid his aged body wouldn't be able to handle the adventures attitude you had as a child; the change is welcomed with open arms, just as you welcomed everything that changed about him. The conversation lasts well into the night, it is already dark out when the two of you finally become tired. Being the gentleman that he is, and always was, he invites you to stay the night, perhaps even a few more if you have travelled from afar to meet him. As he goes to sleep, he feels a warmth he hasn't felt in years.
It was an early morning, when the sound of meows awoke you. It seems it didn't take long for Lucius to warm up to you either, as the tuxedo cat lets you pet him, albeit only for a few minutes, before elegantly walking of to eat breakfast. Deciding to follow suit, you get dressed and make your way to the kitchen. When you arrive, Trein is already making breakfast, wishing you a good morning, before returning his attention to the eggs. He is already dressed to a tee, you can only imagine how early he woke up. You decide to help him, carrying the finished food to the table, as you started to properly wake up. "Didn't you say you work at a college? don't you have to go to work soon?" you ask as you both sit down at the table. "Luckily, you visited me during the holidays, I have three more weeks before i need to return to work." He responded, a smile on his face. Very quickly the two of you made plans for these weeks, to reconnect.
And reconnect you did. Your plans very quickly turned into dates, as the two of you realize that neither of you ever got over your feelings. You finally do all, or rather all the things that you can do at your age, that you wanted to do as teenagers. Eventually, you even meet his daughters, who luckily seem to like you. They know their parents marriage was arranged, and seeing their father happy with you, makes them happy.
It may have taken many, many years of longing, but it seems that, in the end, fate still had a happy ending in mind for the two of you.
Very fun to write, very happy that i finally had the chance to try and write a proper fic!!
Feedback is welcomed, just be nice please :)
Hope you have a nice day/night!
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twst x reader#writing#mozus trein#professor trein#trein x reader#professor trein x reader#mozus trein x reader
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Sam is sleeping at your place tonight \\ P.2- S.M
Summary : It was another one of those days where your boyfriend stayed over for the night. But what happens when instead of sleeping, something else happens?
Warning : Smut, 18+ ( first time actully trying to write something like that , might be cringy sorry lol )
<- previous part
-Next morning.
As the shrill sound of your phone alarm pierces the quiet of the morning, you lazly reach over to silence it, blinking away the remnants of sleep from your eyes.
Glancing over at the other side of the bed, you see Sam still peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
A smile tugs at your lips as you reach for your phone, quietly unlocking it and opening the camera app, you took a picture of Sam sleeping, his tousled hair and peaceful expression make smile like an idiot.
As you lower your phone, the distant sound of construction noises filters through the window, reminding you that both of you need to help George.
Sam's father has likely already begun work on the house renovations, and you know you need to wake Sam up so he can lend a hand.
Gently shaking his shoulder, you call out his name in a soft voice. "Sam, wake up," you say "Your dad's already started work outside."
He blinking sleepily as he gradually becomes aware of his surroundings. "Hmm?" he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. "Already?"
You nod, "Yeah, come on, time to rise and shine."
With a reluctant groan, Sam stretches and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
With a final glance at the sleeping beauty beside you, you rise from the bed, " What is the time" he asks "It's 6-something in the morning," you reply, glancing at your phone to check the exact time. "6:15, to be precise."
Sam groans softly, stretching his arms above his head. "Ugh, so early," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep.
You laugh gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
"I know, but your dad's already started outside. He'll need your help soon ."
Sam sighs but nods, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "Alright, alright, I'm up," he says, you smile at him, " I'll make us some coffee, " you offer, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the kitchen.
" wait, we can stay in the bed for a little more, it's too early " he said, you pause for a moment, considering Sam's suggestion, and a smile tugs at your lips. "You know what, you're right," you say, turning back to the bed "but still, we should get up".
Sam grins, pulling the covers back and patting the spot beside him. "Come on, just a few more minutes," he says, his voice filled with a lazy warmth.
You slide back into bed, nestling close to him as he wraps an arm around you. The construction noises outside seem distant and insignificant compared to the cozy warmth of the bed and the comfort of being in Sam's embrace.
pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Just a few more minutes won't hurt."
" But what about your dad? We should help him," you said.
Sam gets up from bed and goes to the window and yells "DAD, WE'LL BE DOWN IN A LITTLE WHILE, OKAY?" you laugh at him.
A moment later, his dad's voice echoes back, "NO PROBLEM, I STILL DIDN'T START ANYTHING, JUST FIXING SMALL THINGS."
Sam turns back to you with a grin. "See? We have a little more time," he says, crawling back into bed and pulling you close.
You shake your head, still chuckling. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"But you love me anyway," he replies with a smirk, wrapping his arms around you.
You sigh contentedly, snuggling into his warmth. "Yeah I do".
Sam's voice breaks the comfortable silence. "Don't you want to take a shower?" he asks, his tone playful yet suggestive.
You look up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?" you tease, poking him gently in the side.
He laughs, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "No, no, just thinking we might feel more awake after a shower. Plus," he adds with a mischievous glint in his eye, "it might be fun to save some time and shower together."
You smirk, considering his suggestion. "You realize that don't have time for this right now, right ? "
"True," Sam concedes with a grin. "But it would definitely make the morning more interesting."
You chuckle, feeling the allure of his playful suggestion.
"Alright, let's do it. But we have to actually take a shower, okay?"
"Deal," you looked at him " Sam, just a shower, nothing else " he agrees, jumping out of bed and offering you his hand. "Come on, let's make this morning a little more fun."
As you both stand in the bathroom, taking off you cloths, Sam's said with a thoughtful smile. "Remember the first time I took a shower here? I was really annoyed when you joined me, but I ended up really liking it.
it was a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t know how to react.
You even thought I was gay or something, right? Still weird of you to just do that, but okay."
You laugh, recalling the memory vividly. "I remember," you say, stepping closer to him. "You looked so flustered, I thought I'd overstepped. But there was something about the way you were acting that made me curious.but you did act a bit weird around me, so that's why I said it.."
As the warm water begins to cascade over both of you,
Sam reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm before gently lathering it into your hair. His fingers massage your scalp with a tenderness that makes you close your eyes and lean into his touch.
"Remember the first time we did this?" he murmurs, his voice soft over the sound of the water. "I was so nervous I could barely keep my hands steady."
You smile, eyes still closed, relishing the feel of his fingers in your hair. "Yeah, I remember. You kept dropping the soap."
He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "And you laughed at me, which only made me more nervous."
Opening your eyes, you look up at him, the warmth of the water mingling with the warmth in his gaze. "But you didn't let that stop you" you say, "I remember the first time we took a shower together as a couple. You tried so hard not to look at my body, but you couldn't help it."
Sam chuckles, a bit of color rising to his cheeks as he rinses the soap from your back. "Yeah, I thought I was being so discreet," he admits, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "But you caught me staring more than once" You laugh softly, "It was cute, though. You were trying so hard to be respectful, but it was pretty obvious."
He shakes his head, smiling as he looks at you. "I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought. But you know, I was just overwhelmed by how beautiful you are. Still am." you closed your eyes and shaked your head " okay, that was cute but don't say that " you felt cringey but it was good cringe " oh, so now you are embarrassed? " he laugh.
" stop, it's not funny " he kept teasing you, so you did the easiest thing to make him shut up.
You lean in to kiss Sam,but then you notice a sudden shift in his demeanor. He hisses softly and pulls away,
"Are you okay?" you ask , reaching out to touch his arm.
Sam nods, though his expression is a mixture of embarrassment and discomfort "Yeah, I'm fine," he murmurs, his cheeks flushing pink. "Just... a little sensitive right now."
Understanding dawns on you, and you can't help but chuckle softly. "Sorry," you say with a sheepish grin. "Guess I got a little carried away."
Sam smiles ruefully, running a hand through his hair. "It's okay. Just caught me off guard."
"I think that I should let you shower alone right now" you suggest, wanting to make sure he's comfortable and so we start to get ready.
" No no, come back "He said as you was about to get out the shower "I kinda n-need you right now , you know.." he looked down...
You pause mid-step, turning back to look at Sam, his words catch you off guard, and when you follow his gaze, you can't help but burst into laughter at the sight of his awkward situation.
"Kinda need me right now, huh?" you tease, unable to contain your amusement as you motion to his obvious arousal.
Sam's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he can't help but chuckle along with you. "Yeah, you could say that," he admits sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
You shake your head, still laughing as you step back into the shower, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, who am I to deny you?" you say with a grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before reaching down to help him.
Reaching out to trail your fingers lightly along his thighs.
Sam's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, his eyes dark with desire and anticipation.
As you continue to tease and tantalize him with your touch and your kisses, Sam's breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening in your hair as he surrenders to the intoxicating pleasure of your ministrations. With a soft moan, he nods eagerly, wordlessly urging you to continue.
You comply, pressing your lips against the fabric covering his arousal, your tongue tracing teasing circles over the sensitive skin. Sam lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips involuntarily bucking forward in response to your touch.
Feeling emboldened by his reaction, you slowly slide the fabric down, revealing his throbbing arousal. " why you didn't took them off before getting inside ? " you asked confused " becuse I thought it would will make me resist the feeling…" Without hesitation, you wrap your lips around him, taking him fully into your mouth as you begin to suck gently.
Sam's breath catches in his throat, a guttural moan escaping his lips as waves of pleasure wash over him.
He threads his fingers through your hair, gently guiding your movements as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth.
Lost in the moment, you revel in the sounds of his pleasure, the taste of his desire.
With each passing moment, the intensity grows, until finally, with a sharp intake of breath, Sam reaches the peak of pleasure, his release washing over him in waves of bliss.
As he catches his breath, his eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and love, without saying anything, he pulls you up into his arms, holding you close as you both bask in the afterglow of your intimate encounter.
you hold Sam close in a tender embrace, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours, you can sense the lingering tension in his muscles begin to ease. With a gentle touch, you trail your fingers down his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm.
But as your hand drifts lower, you can't help but feel a familiar stirring of desire. Your fingers brush against his sensitive member, still throbbing with the aftershocks of his release. Sensing his arousal reigniting, you take him in your hand, feeling the heat of his desire pulsing against your skin.
Feeling the heat of desire coursing through you both, you inch closer to Sam, your bodies pressed together in a tantalizing embrace. With a bold move, you guide his sensitive member between your thighs, "You're driving me crazy," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you even closer.
You respond by pressing your body against his, feeling his arousal harden once again against you. "Good," you whisper back.
With one hand still teasing your breasts, Sam's other hand slides down to your waist, guiding you as you move against him. The friction between your bodies sends shivers of pleasure coursing through you both.
You lean in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, your tongues tangling as the passion between you continues to build. Sam's hands never leave your body.
Breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, you pull back slightly, your hand gently pressing against Sam's chest.
"Okay, okay, enough," you manage to say, your voice a mix of laughter and exhaustion.
Sam's hands still, his eyes searching yours with a mix of desire and concern. "Are you sure?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with a hint of regret as he reluctantly pulls back.
You nod, still catching your breath. "Yeah, we should really get out of here" you joke, trying to lighten the mood. "Plus, your dad's probably waiting for you."
He chuckles, his hands still lingering on your waist. "Alright, you win," he says with a grin, giving you one last affectionate squeeze before stepping back.
You both step out of the shower, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of the water and your heated embrace. As you wrap yourselves in towels, you share a knowing smile, the bond between you feeling even stronger after your intimate encounter.
"Let's get dressed and get some coffee," you suggest, running a hand through your damp hair.
Sam nods, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. "Sounds like a plan," he agrees. "But just so you know, I’m definitely looking forward to more moments like this."
You laugh, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the shower. "Me too," you say, giving him a playful nudge as you head to get dressed, ready to face the day together.
" But not in the mornings Sam, at least when we don't have plans for the day, like today, helping your dad," Sam chuckles, nodding in agreement as he reaches for his clothes. "Fair point," he says, slipping on his boxers and then his jeans. "We do need to be a bit more disciplined, especially with all the work we have to do."
You grab your own clothes, starting to get dressed as well. "Exactly. I mean, I love our mornings together, but maybe we can save the more... intense moments for the evenings when we don't have plans," you suggest with a playful grin.
"Deal. Evenings it is. But I'm still gonna steal some kisses and touches whenever I can." You laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. "I wouldn't expect anything less," you reply.
As you step out of the bathroom, you glance at Sam with a thoughtful smile. "These last few weeks feel like we're living together, don't you think?" you say, reflecting on the time you've spent helping his dad and being so close.
Sam nods, a smile spreading across his face "Yeah, it really does. It's been nice, hasn't it?" He squeezes your hand gently, his eyes filled with warmth.
You both walk to the kitchen, where the aroma of fresh coffee greets you "It has," you agree, pouring two cups of coffee. "We've gotten into a rhythm. It's kind of like a glimpse of what it would be like if we actually lived together."
Sam takes a sip of his coffee, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, and I have to say, I like it. Even the hectic mornings and the endless work outside."
You laugh, nodding. "Me too. mey I say It's like we're building something together, even if it's your dad's house for now."
Sam smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Well, maybe one day it won't just be his house. Maybe we'll be building something of our own."
"I'd like that," you say softly, looking up at him. "But for now, let's focus on today. Your dad is probably wondering where we are."
Sam chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we should get out there before he starts without us." but he stops " wait ,maybe I should make him some coffie or something...? "
You watch with a smile as Sam prepares an extra cup for his dad.
It warms your heart to see how close they've become over these past weeks.
Sam's dad had been working tirelessly, and seeing them share these little moments of care and camaraderie made you feel like part of something special.
Just as Sam finishes making his dad's coffee, you hear a booming voice from outside. "Kids, I'd like your help today, not when I'm old and gray and the house is finished!" Sam's dad shouts with a mock-serious tone.
You laugh, shaking your head. "Well, I guess that's our cue."
Sam grins, grabbing the extra cup of coffee. "Coming, Dad!" he calls back, then turns to you with a playful glint in his eye. "Guess we better get out there before he starts making jokes about how slow we are."
you chuckle, following him out the door.
"Yeah, I don't want to give him any more material."
Hope you enjoyed it!
I have idea for another but last part if you would like:)
Let me know in the comments if you would like a third part!
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Falling Slowly - Chapter 10
Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 3900+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
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Notes: I'm sorry this took so long to post! Originally this was supposed to be it, but this chapter took a lot more to write than I anticipated, so you'll have one more chapter after this one!
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Tommy was right about Joel. Not only did he refuse to come, he got into an argument with Tommy, calling him all sorts of names before storming out. Rose and Sarah both think he's just scared of losing Tommy, and they're probably right. My pants would be engulfed in flames if I said I wasn't scared shitless.
But the alternative is staying here and, as much as I love this cabin and our family, we can't stay here with this raider situation. I cannot lose my husband.
Tommy ends up having to do one more raider mission, but he knows that I'm packing up our things, quietly. Jax is mostly upset about leaving Sarah, but he understands why we have to leave. He may only be 13, but he's fairly observant. He's seen the weight on his father's shoulders and knows that it can't stay that way.
I get everything gathered up, provisions, any personal items that we'd need, like our packs. I fill up canteens and water canisters they had lifted from an old Walmart a couple years back. When Tommy and Joel return, Tommy actually has a little pep in his step. He pulls me in for a hug, whispering in my ear.
"I have a Firefly meetup location."
That had been the reason Tommy had gone out once more, to scout more information about the Fireflies. I don't know how he did it, but he did, the scowl on Joel's face all the confirmation I need to know it's legit.
We all take full showers, not knowing when we'll have this luxury again, Tommy and I lingering a little longer than was necessary in ours. After a full night's rest, or as much rest as we can get, when the sun has barely risen, we're putting the last of our things in the back of the SUV. Rose and Sarah had come down and made breakfast while we finished packing and loading. Joel had come down but said nothing, eating silently as we all joked and ate, trying to push away the real idea that we may never see each other again.
Rose and Sarah walk Jax and I to the SUV out front, idle chatter trying to cover up how scared we were. Tommy and Joel are still inside and we figured we would give them their space.
"If he changes his mind, just find the Fireflies. They'll know where we are," I reassure Rose as she leans over to hug me. "Even if we end up leaving them, we'll leave word with where we go."
Rose nods against me. "Did you get the extra med kit I stashed in your bag?"
I chuckle. "Yeah. Thanks, mom."
She pulls back and cups my face. "Please be careful."
"You too."
She hugs me briefly again before stepping back. "Who knows, maybe Joel will change his mind."
Sarah blows a raspberry with her tongue. "Yeah, that'll happen."
I pull Sarah to me, still in shock that she's somehow 24 and not 12. A whole entire ass adult. She hugs me tight, like if she squeezes just a bit harder that I won't go.
"You watch out for your dad, Sarah. Don't let him get in his head. You know how he is."
She nods and pulls back, wiping tears from her face. "Pulling his head out of his ass should be fun."
Fuck I'm gonna miss this kid.
The front door opens and Tommy and Joel walk out, Tommy chatting away to a stoic faced Joel.
"...can change your mind, you know. We can pack everything up and be gone in a couple hours?" Tommy ends with a hopeful note, but his face quickly falls as Joel shakes his head.
"I already think you're fucking stupid for leaving this place."
"Fair enough. Well, you know how to find us." Tommy tosses his pack in the backseat and turns to give Joel a hug, their embrace lasting a little longer than it normally would have. Tommy moves on to Rose and Sarah, Joel stepping back to give them their space.
I walk up to him and squeeze his hand, his brown eyes, so like his brothers but so very different, finding mine. "Please think about it, Joel. Even without the Raiders, you know it's only a matter of time before the kids would want to leave and make their own lives."
He nods. "I can't promise we'll leave, but I promise to think on it."
"I'll take it."
Joel pulls me in for a hug, which always still surprises me a little, as I'd thought for the longest time that he hated me, only to find out he was pissed at Tommy for not asking me out for forever.
"Uncle Joel?" Jax cuts into our embrace and Joel whispers something in his ear, which must have been some joke between them because Jax starts laughing and Joel even cracked a small smile.
"We gotta get going, Daisy." Tommy touches my arm and I look at him, nodding before looking back at everyone, exchanging our last goodbyes and I love you's.
Driving away from our little corner of this new world into an uncertain one was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
"Welcome to the Fireflies," A woman named Marlene, who appears to be the big leader, welcomes us into their makeshift camp.
"Thanks for having us," Tommy shakes her hand and she nods.
"Anyone willing and able to join the fight. And from what I hear, you're an excellent shot. Military background?"
"Desert Storm."
Marlene nods. "We could definitely use that. Everyone pulls their weight around here. What can you two offer?" Marlene looks pointedly at me and Jax and it's then I realize that she wouldn't give two flying fucks about us if it it were between the mission and us. Something to keep an eye on.
"I'm really skilled with gardening."
"I swear this woman could grow an apple tree from a broken stick," Tommy chuckles.
"That's great but we don't really have much need for a gardener."
"Oh. Well I'm pretty good with medicine. My...sister in law was a doctor. I helped her a lot."
"Medicine? That we can definitely use. What about you?" She turns to Jax, who's eyes widen at being addressed directly, which make sense since he's only talked to us since he was 3.
"I uh, I'm good with ani-"
"He was learning medicine. Alongside me. He makes a good assistant."
Marlene looks between me and Jax for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Both of you report to the med room in the morning. You all have the rest of the night to settle in. Your room is at the end of the hall, the door with the Barbie sticker on it. I'll see you in the morning, Tommy." Marlene walks off, another Firefly immediately approaching her and speaking in a low voice.
"Well. Let's go see where our for now home is."
Tommy picks up his pack and a bag, all of us copying his movements, and heads down the dingy hallway. I'm sure this building was gorgeous, back in it's day. But the years since the outbreak haven't been kind, water had leaked through the roof, the wallpaper peeling back in places, piles of rubbish strewn about or pushed aside to make a path. We reach the door with the Barbie sticker and Tommy pushes inside, the room not much cleaner than the hallway. There were two beds in this once hotel room, but I'm not certain I want to sleep on them.
"I miss home," Jax says under his breath.
"Yeah, bud. Me too. But this is an adventure! And temporary. We can deal with this."
I appreciate his optimism, but I am also doubtful about the conditions of our living situation changing while with the roaming Firelfies.
Life with the Fireflies was constantly busy. It seemed like they were trying to fight multiple battles, people often going on missions away for weeks at a time, our camp always on the move and not just in one area but across the country. Tommy was often away, either helping Marlene strategize or actually putting his own boots on the ground. I hated when he had to do that. He'd get this look in his eyes, much like when he has PTSD dreams about his time in the Army.
After a time, Jax asked me why I had lied to Marlene about him helping with medical things as opposed to his gift with animals. I told him I wanted him close, which was the truth. It wasn't that I thought he wasn't capable, but I wanted him near me in case something happened. I didn't trust them. Not entirely.
About 2 years in, we were stationed outside of the Denver QZ, which was still controlled by FEDRA. It took them a few months of scouting and gathering intel before Marlene finally approached Tommy and another member, Eugene, about infiltrating the QZ, attacking them from the inside.
"I'm sorry, she wants you to be, what, a terrorist cell or something?" I couldn't believe what Tommy was telling me. I knew he had to be doing some things he didn't like, his PTSD was really bad these days, but this?
He nods. "Yeah, something like that. Except we aren't terrorists, Daisy."
I count on my fingers. "Infiltrating a city, gathering more intel, setting off bombs or some shit, and probably fucking.. I don't know, torturing people or whatever terrorists do? That's not terrorism?"
He shakes his head. "It's not like that, Daisy. FEDRA is a military dictatorship. Those civilians in there are struggling and dying under their bullshit terms."
I scoff. "So you're going to free them from their oppressors by bombing them?"
He pauses. "I don't make the call."
"No. You just follow orders." The anger and hurt in Tommy's eyes cut into me and I sigh. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I am. I'm just...I'm scared."
The anger softens and he takes my hand. "I know. I am too. But those people need our help."
6 months. Tommy had been gone in his "not terrorist cell" for 6 months. Marlene just avoided me now, not even bothering to see me when I demanded an update. She kept telling me she'd tell me when she knew something, but how do I trust her? She sends her people in like pawns, their deaths for the cause are justified in her eyes.
I remember the day he left. A soft kiss to my lips in my early morning daze, the press of his hips against mine, my moans catching in my throat as we have to be nearly silent.
I adjust his jacket by the front door, smoothing it down before running my fingers over his hair, which he'd let get a little longer these days, the curls sometimes tumbling over his forehead.
"I promise I'll come back, sweetheart."
"You better. Or I'm coming in the afterlife and dragging your ass back out."
He laughs, a sound I had become unfamiliar with, and it brings tears to my eyes. He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears. "I don't doubt that for a second."
"Please be safe. And don't be stupid."
He pulls me to him, my face nuzzling into his chest as I inhale his scent, trying desperately to etch it into my memory.
"I love you, Daisy. Keep Jax close."
"I will. I love you."
One last kiss, a swipe of his tongue in my mouth and he's gone, a small smile and freckles the last image of him before the door closed. He'd told me a few weeks, maybe a month tops. Or 2.
But it had been 6. Half a year.
Jax turned 16 shortly after Tommy had left and I could hear them trying to recruit him to be boots on the ground. Not that age really matters to them. I've seen them parade kids through here, no more than 11, putting a weapon in their hands and telling them they have a chance to fight for freedom. But Jax will have none of it. He took my warning when we first joined and poured himself into his role as a medical assistant, helping the other healers but always staying near me. I knew his heart wasn't in it, not like it was with animals. But that calming nature the animals loved allowed him to calm anyone who came in, whether they were dying or not.
It was late. I sent Jax to our room, letting him crash a bit earlier than normal because he just looked so weary. I start to tidy things up a bit, never really having the time to during the day. When I put the last tray up, I hear shuffling and mumbled voices in the hall. I listen, not to eavesdrop but to hear if they were coming my way. They were, and in a bit of a hurry. The door is kicked open and 2 men enter, carrying a 3rd man in between them.
Tommy.
Relief and terror washed over me as I take him in, the 2 men laying him on the makeshift examination table. I swallow down everything to focus on the healing part. There would be time for more later.
"Daisy, can you handle this?" Marlene asks from somewhere in the dingy room.
I nod, a tray already in my hand. I bark orders at one of the men and he scurries about, trying to gather up the things I need. Tommy lays on the table, nearly unconscious, the other man, Eugene, has his hand pressed tight against Tommy's side.
"What h-happened?" I manage to choke out.
Eugene looks at Marlene for permission and I see red.
"If my husband dies on this table because it's some classified-"
"Shrapnel. We didn't see the grenade. Tommy saw it last minute and pushed me out of the way. He cleared the blast but it sent shit flying."
Fuck. Fuck fuck FUCK. Not the time to panic.
"Marlene, go wake Tenari. I'll need another pair of hands."
"What about Jax?"
"He doesn't need to see this."
She nods and heads out the door, setting a brisk pace.
I pour some alcohol over my hands and wipe them together, disinfecting them as best as I can. "Ok, Eugene. I need you to move your hands so I can see."
"Yes ma'am. I just didn't want it to jiggle."
I swallow hard and can't help the gasp that leaves my lips when Eugene's hands are clear of Tommy's body. A sharp piece of metal sticks out from the side of his abdomen at a strange angle, his shirt ripped and soaked in blood. The other man comes back with the supplies just as Tenari comes in. She glances at Tommy and immediately moves to our makeshift medicine cabinet.
Fuck. I wish Rose was here. This is very out of my league. But she did tell me a bit about foreign objects in the body. It's not just the shrapnel I'm worried about. It's how dirty the metal was.
"His blood is red so it missed his liver," I note as Tenari sets down some herbs and medicines next to the bandages and rags that the other man had brought.
"That's something at least. You want me to stitch? You know I have a steady hand."
I nod. "Yeah. That might be best. I'll get by his head."
Eugene stands next to me, grabbing Tommy's arm. The other man moves by his feet. Marlene comes back in with someone else, each of them taking another leg and arm. I lean over his face, his eyes still closed, placing my hands on his cheeks.
"He's going to wake up when I pour this on him and take it out. You gotta hold him still. Everyone ready?" A quick glance and everyone nods.
Tenari wastes no time. In one quick move, she picks up the alcohol bottle and dumps it on the wound. Tommy immediately wakes, shrieking and yelling, his body pushing against everyone holding him down as the alcohol burns him.
"Hey baby. Ssshhh it's me. It's Daisy."
His eyes flash up to mine, tears leaking from them. "Make it stop, Daisy," His voice is small and raspy, choking back pain.
"I know, baby. I know. But the alcohol is doing its job. But, hey look at me," Tommy's eyes had started to wander, noticing Tenari grabbing something from the little side table.
"Tell me."
"You took shrapnel. It doesn't appear to have hit your liver, which is good. But we have to take it out and stitch you up. You gotta stay still, which we will help you with."
"This is gonna fuckin' suck, isn't it?"
I smile a little down at him, brushing some curls from his forehead. "Yeah, baby. It's going to really suck. But I'll be right here, ok? Feel my hands on you? I'm right here."
He's scared, but he'd never admit it. A moment's pause before he nods. "Just do it."
Tenari looks around at us and we nod, everyone bracing. My eyes don't leave his, not when she pulls out the shrapnel, not when the scream erupts from my husband's throat, not when he involuntarily pushes against everyone, his body trying to escape the pain. I call his name and he looks at me, pain in his eyes and I smile gently at him. I start to sing, one of his favorites and he focuses his attention on me, grunting out when Tenari starts to sew his skin back together. By the time she's done, he's stopped fighting it, his eyes solely fixed on me. Tenari places a hand on my arm, letting me know she's finished. Everyone lets him go and I end the song, Tommy still looking at me, a faraway look on his face as his eyes start to close from the stress of it all.
"You got it from here?" Tenari asks.
I nod. "I got it. Thank you."
She squeezes my arm before gathering up all the things that need to be washed, Eugene and the other man helping her. As they leave, I hear Marlene tell Eugene he needs to find his wife. Something about her not being happy.
I sit on the stool next to Tommy's makeshift bed, a clean rag and a bowl with soapy water in my hand. I start to clean him, making sure all of the blood is wiped away so we can keep a good eye on his stitches. I make a poultice from our medical stash, placing it over his stitches so it can hopefully keep away any infection. We managed to get some antibiotics in him, but who knows if those still work after all this time?
When I'm all cleaned up, I sit back down in the chair next to his bed, taking his hand in mine. I lace my fingers with his, using my other hand to push his hand back from his face.
And then I lose it.
Tears pour from my eyes like I've never cried before. My body shakes, my stomach in knots. My heart feels simultaneously like it's being ripped from my chest but also relieved that he's finally back with us. I calm down enough to kiss his cheek, speaking directly into his ear.
"You are not allowed to die on me, Tommy Miller.....please don't die on me."
Tommy sleeps for nearly 3 days straight, only waking once to take a sip of water before slipping back into sleep. Tenari says that's a good thing, that his body is trying to heal.
He was a little warm that first day, but by the second he was cooling down. By the end of the third day, any trace of a fever was gone. The strong smelling poultice was doing its work.
"Daisy?"
He croaks out my name and my head snaps up from where I had been dosing off next to him.
"Tommy! Hey baby, how do you feel?" I feel him squeeze my hand. Even though it's weaker than normal, I still think that's a good sign.
"Like I had a piece of metal ripped from my stomach."
I chuckle, unable to stop the tears that started flowing the second I heard his voice. He reaches up and wipes away a tear from my cheek.
"Hey none of that. You really think a dinky piece of metal is gonna take me away from my family?"
I sob, nodding. "Either that or infection."
"Come here."
He pulls me to him as best he can, holding me while I sob into his chest, speaking gentle phrases into my ear to calm me.
"I'm not going anywhere, Daisy. Well, I'm not dying anyway."
I sit upright, looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't tell me you're going on another mission?"
He shakes his head. "No, baby. I think...I think we need to leave."
Relief surges through me. "Are you serious?"
He nods. "When I was in the QZ, I managed to get a job working the radio. Lied. Told them I'd had experience. Anyway, I was listening in one night and I heard some people, not in the QZ, talking about some settlement up north. Somewhere in Wyoming."
"Wyoming is fairly large, Tommy."
"Yeah, I know. Supposedly it's somewhere in Teton County."
"Another QZ?"
"No, nothing like that." He grunts, but declines my offer of more pain meds. "It's like a proper settlement or somethin'. They didn't hear much after a few radio sessions, but they did say they were working on the radio."
"So it could be overrun? Or non existent?"
Tommy shrugs. "I think it's worth a shot."
"And...and what if it's not real? Or overrun?"
He takes a deep breath and winces. "Then we find some remote cabin up there and figure it out."
Being with the Fireflies isn't really safe. We've had more close encounters with clickers being with the Fireflies than we ever have. The QZ's didn't look like great places to live either. I guess we have as decent a chance as any trying to find this place. We still have our truck so at least it won't be entirely on foot.
"Get Jax. We should ask him," Tommy gestures towards the door to the stairs that leads to our little room.
"He's only 17."
"Yeah. A man."
"17, Tommy."
"This world is different. He's smart. Just...let's hear his opinion."
Jax immediately agrees to leave, tired of this hectic life, tired of the Fireflies trying to take the medicine from his hands and replace it with a weapon.
And so, a month or so later at the start of fall, once Tommy has mostly healed, we pack up and leave the Fireflies, telling Marlene where we were heading just in case Joel or Rose or Sarah reach out. I can tell Marlene isn't happy about Tommy leaving, but she did say we were always free to go.
This time, I don't look back.
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Meet the Cameron's
Rafe Cameron x Male Reader
summary: you went to meet rafes parents and he teases you at dinner, so some things go down in the bathroom
warnings: smut (with some fluff), p in h, some pet names, very little degrading if you squint
"come on y/n we gotta leave before we get there late" rafe yelled as he checked the time "yeah yeah don't get your panties in a bunch" you joke as you walk down the stairs "what are we doing this for again?" "because my parents want to meet you and I want them to also" rafe says as you both walk out the door and get in the car, "do you think they're gonna like me" you ask as you fidget with your hands nervously "they're gonna love you babe" rafe speaks softly as he places a hand on your thigh to soothe you before pulling out the drive way.
after driving for a while rafe pulls into the driveway of his parents house, you both get out the car and approach the door before rafe knocks on the door, after waiting for some time the door opens and rafes parents both look at you with a smile. "hey mom and dad" rafe cheerfully says as he hugs them both before introducing them to you, "hello y/n this is my beautiful wife rose and I'm ward nice to meet you" rafes dad says as he holds his hand out for a handshake "its a pleasure to meet you too mr and mrs cameron" you sweetly say as you reciprocate his handshake, "y'know rafe has told us a lot about you" "oh really now, because rafe has told me very little about you" you say as you look at rafe "well come in come in" rose says as she motions you into the house.
as you walk in rafe grabs your bags and puts them on the living room floor, "do you need some water, snacks, or maybe some lunch" rose asks "mom calm down, he's my boyfriend not a starving orphan" rafe chuckles to himself "fine but how do you expect me to act when you have such a nice boyfriend" "maybe act like a human being" "okay guys let's let the man speak for himself" ward says as he directs the attention towards you "I just think you guys are really nice people" you say as you reach out to hold rafes hand for comfort "thank you, and I think we should just let them settle in ward" rose says "yeah you guys settle in and we'll call you down for dinner" "okay then" rafe says as he picks the bags up and leads you to his room.
you walk into rafes room and see all the old teenage decorations rafe had, "here it is baby, the room of my childhood" rafe says as he throws the bags on his bed "woah you didn't tell me you were a one direction fan" you laugh as you grab a photo of rafe at a one direction concert, "damn it I thought I threw those away" "no no no I'm definitely keeping these" "oh no you're not" rafe says as he snatches the photo away from you before kissing you lovingly, "so how do you like the room" "I think it's cute" you say as you plop onto his bed, "I didn't know a lot of things about you" "well now you have the whole weekend to get to know" rafe says as he sits down next to you "and I'm gonna love every second of it" you say as you jump on rafe and kiss him "I love you y/n" rafe says while laying on his back with you laying on top of him. "I love you more rafe" you lightly say as you dose off on rafe.
after sleeping in for some time you wake up to an empty bed in a dark room "rafe..." you called out, you didn't get a response back so you get up and walk out the room where you hear people talking in the kitchen, you approach the kitchen and see rafe and his parents starting dinner, "well hello there sleepyhead" rafe chuckles as he dries his hands and walks over to you to place a kiss on your forehead, "how'd you sleep bud" ward speaks up "it was great" "thats good, well dinner's gonna be done in about half an hour" "okay can't wait" you say as you walk back to rafe room with rafe following close behind you, you lay back down on rafes bed and just stare at the ceiling "what's on your mind babe" rafe ask as he sits down next to you "nothing it's just that you have such a nice family and I feel really awkward here" "don't worry about it you'll get used to being around here in no time, and on the plus side its just for the weekend" rafe says as he lays down next to you before kissing you, you reciprocating the kiss back to him but with more force leading into you on top of rafe making out with him and grinding against him.
"we're really doing this right now" rafe says as he grips your ass with full force and grinds it on his growing bulge "I need it rafe... badly" you whimper lightly dropping your head on his shoulder, "you know dinner's gonna be ready in a little bit right" "it's either this right now or I'll be cock hungry the whole dinner" you say as you feel up rafes shirt while he watches you with hungry eyes, "you're right baby, we wouldn't want my parents seeing you act like a slut now would we" rafe jokes a little "but I think I would like to see how you'd handle it" he says as he stops feeling you ass " no please rafe I need you" you beg and whimper as you begin taking off his shirt "ah ah ah y/n be a good boy now and let's go eat dinner" rafe says as he puts his shirt back on and gets out of bed "rafe please I need this" you whimper as you drag him back to you "nope dinners ready and you wouldn't wanna keep my parents waiting would you" "fine" you say as you get out of bed and walk downstairs to the kitchen.
you see the table set and the plates of food ready to be eaten, "you can pick anywhere you wanna sit sweetie" rose nicely says as she gets her the silverware and ward gets the cups out of the cabinet, you sit down and soon later rafe comes in and sits next to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he pulls his chair in, "so how are you liking the stay so far" ward asks as he sets the cups of water down for each person "it's been pretty good honestly" "that's great, we haven't seen rafe this happy in a long time" ward chuckles while sitting down, rose following shortly behind. as you begin to indulge in the food you feel a hand slide up your thigh, turning to your right you see rafe with a smug look on his face as he rubs up and down your leg, getting closer and closer to your crotch before taking his hand away and engaging back in the conversation with his parents, leaving you with a boner and no way to handle it "you okay y/n you look a little pale" ward asks concerned "oh yeah I'm good just was thinking" you say as you take another bite of the food before you feel rafes hand rub it's way down you back as rose asks you "so how's it been with rafe as your boyfriend" with rafe rubbing your back the question becomes increasingly harder "uhm well it's been gre-" your cut off by the feeling of rafes hand slipping into you pants and he begins palming your already leaking dick, "you sure you're okay" rose asks "yeah babe are you okay" rafe chimes in teasingly while having a smug smile across his face as he's still palming you. "actually I have to use the bathroom really quick" you say as you jump up from the table while still trying to hide your obvious boner and you run to the bathroom.
as you enter the bathroom and are about to shut the door rafe stops it and goes in with you, "what's wrong babe" rafe says while trying to act oblivious to the fact this is his fault "why the fuck would you do that in front of your parents" you say obviously mad "because i love when your flustered" rafe lowly says as he backs you into the bathroom sink "and what's better than a flustered boy with a raging boner" rafe whispers in your ear while unbuttoning your pants and kissing you lightly, "rafe... please" you manage to get out while trying to suppress your moans from rafes parents, "no no baby use your words" rafe says as he kisses down your neck trying to find your sweet soft spot "please fuck me rafe" you say while rutting against rafes clothed dick "you're so cute when you're begging" he says as he picks you and puts you on the bathroom sink and continues to leave hickeys on every inch of your neck "rafe wont your parents see these" "and what about it you're mine so I can do what I want, and don't try and say you don't like it" rafe says as he moves his kisses back to your lips, you moaning into his mouth as he palms your cock for what feels like an eternity, "rafe please just fuck me" you whimper as your head just rests on his shoulder "fine, i guess you do deserve it for being such a good boy" he says as he pulls you down from the counter and lowers your pants to your ankles and him doing the same, he spits in his hand and lubes up his cock before placing his tip at the entrance of your hole.
"you ready for my dick darling" "mhm rafe please just fuck me already" "fuckkkk" rafe groans as he enters your hole "you feel so warm and tight baby" rafe sweetly says as you just try and contain your moans and you drop your head "mm mm baby I want you to see how good you look" rafe says as he holds your head up to look in the mirror making you whimper at the sight of yourself being a slut, "rafe please no" you say as you try and avert your eyes away from the mirror "nope you're gonna watch me slut you out in every way" rafe growls as he kisses your cheek and pulls you face back to looking at the mirror, "is everything okay in there" rose says as she knocks on the door "fuck" you whisper as you pull off rafes dick "and where do you think your going" rafe lowly growls as he slams his dick back into your hole making you have to choke back the loudest moan ever "so then what are we gonna do about your mom" "tell her to go" rafe whispers as he turns your body to the door and cracks it open a little bit.
"is everything okay in there" rose asks while trying to peek in the bathroom "yeah everything is fine, my stomach was just a little upset" you say as you try to stop rafes thrusts into you "oh, well do you know where rafe went" "uhmm no I think he went to his room" you say before rafe grips into your hips and fucks into you with long hard strokes making you grip the door with every ounce of strength in your body as to not just become a slut right in front of your boyfriends mother "well if you see him tell him to come back to the dining room" "mhm sure will" you say before slamming the door and dropping your head onto it "why the fuck would you do that rafe" you whimper "because I knew you werent gonna stop anyway" "we could've been caught" "wouldn't that have made it more fun" rafe groans as he lightly nips at your neck "for you make be but not for me" you continue to moan as you begin to get weak in the knees "rafe please" you whimper "what baby, use your words" "please cum" you brokenly moan out "you want me to cum in you darling" "yes please daddy" "call me that again" rafe groans as he pounds into you "daddy please cum in me" you moan
after pounding into you for what feels like an eternity you cum and rafe cums deep in you "ohh fuckkkk" rafe groans as he drops his head onto your shoulder as he lossens his grip on your hips leaving visible marks on them "thanks for that rafe" you say as you slide down to the floor while rafes cum drips out of you "anytime baby" "and how are you gonna explain these hickeys to your parents" "thats the thing, we don't" rafe says as he cleans the sweat of his face and grabs a rag to clean you up "and how are we going to do that" you say out of breath as rafe picks you up and puts you on the counter and cleans the sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids off of you, admiring the marks he gave you along the way "we're gonna go to my room" "and just leave your parents alone at dinner" "let me handle that y/n" he says as he slides your underwear and shorts on before noticing your shirt got covered in cum and instead giving you his shirt before putting on his clothes and giving you a kiss on the forehead and leading you out the bathroom to his room, passing the dining room where ward and rose asks if everything is okay "yeah we're fine just gonna go to bed" " is y/n okay" ward asks "yeah I'm fine just a little tired" you say as you wrap yourself on rafes oversized shirt "are those hickeys on your neck" rose questions as she notices the dark marks on your neck "well I guess that's enough questions for the day we should really get going" rafe nervously rambles as he pushes you upstairs to avoid anymore suspicions.
"do you think they know" rafe asks "probably yeah" you chuckle as you lay down on rafes bed and pull the covers over yourself "well it looks like someone's tired" rafe lightly laughs to himself "well I wonder who made me tired, probably the man who fucked me in his parents bathroom" "good point" rafe agrees as he crawls into bed with you and cuddles behind you "you know i love you right" rafe lovingly whispers "I love you too" you say as you dose off to sleep in rafes arms rafe admires your sleeping body before he falls asleep soon after, holding you in his arms tightly.
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Reckoner: Part Three
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.9k
Summary: Your world is turned upside down when you get in trouble for something you didn't even do. The entire team is in uproar over this but Hotch says he will take care of it. Can he? Or are you doomed to live out the rest of your days in misery?
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.
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The next day, Allison and her father showed up to Long Island to talk to Detective Gil and the team. Drew talked to his ex-wife as soon as he landed on Long Island so he's aware of what's actually going on. By the time he gets to the police department, he's not too happy.
"I spoke to Heather as soon as we landed. I knew for a long time something was off, but this—Why didn't you tell me?" Drew asks his daughter who has been silent the entire time.
"Mr. Sandweiss, Allison is the victim here," JJ says.
"I just want to know the truth from her, for once."
"I told you, I don't know what they're talking about."
Emily and JJ look at each other with the same look because they are thinking the same thing: She would open up more if you were here.
"Allison, we have the pictures your stepfather took of you."
Maybe it's Emily's gentle tone because she looks down at her lap in shame.
"He was always home before mom. We just talked at first."
"Why didn't you tell your mom?"
"I knew she'd tell Dad, and he always said he'd kill anyone who laid a hand on me," she sighs shakily.
"Did he?" Drew asks.
She nods and Drew has to remember where he is. It's not a good idea to punch the wall in anger in a police station.
"Allison, did you ever tell anyone about what your stepfather was doing?" JJ asks.
"I told my therapist. He said I act out because I crave attention. I'm so sorry, Daddy," she cries.
"You have nothing to be sorry for."
He sits next to her and pulls her to his side.
"We need the name of your therapist."
"Jerry Sorum."
Derek immediately has him come in for questioning that he's super nervous about. It's normal to be nervous in the presence of authority, but Derek doesn't know if it's excessive or not.
"Am I a suspect?" Jerry asks when he's placed in the interrogation room.
"Not yet, Mr. Sorum. What is your professional opinion of Allison?" Derek asks.
"You mean was she sexually abused by her stepfather? No question."
"Did you report it?"
"Of course."
"To the police?"
"Absolutely."
"How far did they take it?"
"They had it reviewed by the state."
"Did the police interview her?"
"They came to my office," Jerry sighs. "Allison wanted nothing to do with it. Case closed. Just like the 380,000 cases of child abuse reported in this country each year. Less than one percent gets to trial."
"Does that make you want to even the odds?" Derek asks accusingly.
"Every time I listen to a child vividly recount the most horrific acts of abuse done at the hands of a father, an uncle, or someone they're supposed to trust... It's all I can do not to break down, but that's all I'm capable of. After that, like you, I trust in the justice system."
Some justice system. Not only does it not protect people like how they're supposed to, it doesn't look at the facts of a case. Police see one thing and assume something else. If both of those things have something in common, then they must be connected. Instead of looking at the facts and asking What If instead of having tunnel vision, then you wouldn't be here.
The door to the interrogation room opens and you look up from the spot on the desk you've been picking at.
"Your lawyer is on his way over here."
"I want my phone call."
The officer sighs and uncuffs you from the table so that you can use their wall phone dedicated to people and their one phone call. The one person you want to call is Spencer to tell him you're okay but you end up calling your father. He's more likely to get shit done if he knows his daughter is in trouble.
He answers on the first ring.
"Hey, baby girl."
"Daddy? I'm in big trouble here. I've been arrested."
"What? What happened?"
"They're saying I'm responsible for the murder of seven people. Dad, I'm scared. I didn't kill anyone." You make sure to keep your voice low. "You gotta come here and help me."
"Don't you worry, baby. I'm actually in your area for business right now. Where are you?"
"Virginia Police Department. The one by the beach by the BAU. I don't have my phone so I can't send you the address."
"I know where it is. Don't worry, sweetheart. Daddy will take care of it."
You hang up the phone and are escorted back into the interrogation room. You're only in there for five minutes before the door opens again. This time, the arresting officer walks in with your dad.
"Dad!" you gasp. You want to get up and hug him but you're handcuffed to the table. The officer only allows him to stay in here alone because the mirror in the room is two-way glass so they will be watching you very carefully. "When you said you were in the area, I didn't think you were right down the road."
"I came as fast as I could. I couldn't believe my ears. You're framed for murder?"
"I don't know the details. Greg is coming down to help me."
"Greg, our lawyer?"
"Yeah. You and Mom use him all the time for your adoptions."
"No, you can't use him."
"Why not?"
"He's not that kind of lawyer. I mean, he doesn't deal with murder cases and isn't a defense lawyer. He's more of a mediator. Plus, he's already on another case. I called him earlier."
"I don't know anyone else. What am I going to do?"
"Don't worry. I told you I would take care of it. I know someone else who is just as good."
You have no choice but to listen to what he has to say. An officer escorts him out of the room so you're all alone again, and you go back to picking at the end of the table.
You're in the mind of everyone on the team but they still have a job to do even if they don't like prioritizing this over helping you. Rossi talked to one of his contacts who just so happened to be a mobster back in the day. He's in the criminal enterprise that is being threatened to shut down since the FBI is closing in on him, which is why he's lying low. If a hitman is killing people, then Ray Finnegan might know something about it.
Ray took one look at Ben's crime scene photos and knew the guy who's been doing this. His name is Bosola and he's been operating for twenty years. Most people know him to be a ghost because he's that hard to find. He promised to bring in Bosola so that the FBI could apprehend him, but they have to hide out in secret before they can go in. If Bosola knows the FBI is waiting outside then he might not show.
Rossi and Hotch are in one car and Emily and Derek are in another down the block. There is also another car with two unknown agents near the car Hotch and Rossi are in. There are also plenty of officers in undercover cars spread out up and down the block. Penelope and Spencer are tuned into comms just in case the team needs their help.
"When he dims the lights, we go in," Rossi says to everyone over ear comms, and he turns to look at Hotch. "No bullshit. What's going to happen to Y/N?"
"I honestly don't know. I tried talking to the Captain, and from what I gathered, all the murder weapons are from her apartment, and her DNA was found on all seven victims."
"Did she know them?"
"No. She's never met them in her life. I believe her, but we all know what happens when the facts line up."
Spencer hears Rossi and Hotch talking and grows quiet. Penelope looks at him to see tears silently rolling down his cheeks.
"How's Reid taking it?"
"About as well as you'd think."
"I saw Prentiss and Morgan up the block, but the two agents in the sedan are not with us."
"I know. They're the counter surveillance in case Foyet is watching me. For which, apparently, there's no more money."
"Yeah, I heard."
"Did somebody call you?" Hotch asks.
"They're concerned."
"What did you say?"
"What I'm telling you. An attack against you is an attack against all of us. Just like with Y/N. When we're done here, we'll focus on her." Rossi's phone rings and he frowns when he sees Ray is calling. "Why are you calling? Are you okay?"
"I hope you got some good guys out there. This man is a mean son of a bitch."
"We're all over. He's not gonna know what hit him."
"Hey, that smart kid you mentioned earlier... I could use a little help," Ray says and looks at his crossword puzzle.
"Reid?"
"Yeah?"
His voice sounds so small that it breaks Derek's heart.
"Crossword question. Ten letters. Crater creator," Ray says.
"Crater creator?"
Penelope looks over at him to see not an ounce of concentration on his face. He's not even trying.
"Arctangent," she answers.
"Did you get that?" Rossi asks.
"Damn, she's smart."
Ray hangs up the phone and Rossi looks at the restaurant in thought. There is a flash so quick that Rossi didn't think it happened. He looks at Hotch who doesn't look like he saw it.
"Did you see that flash?"
Once again, the flash happened but it's more prominent.
"I saw that. He's already in there. All units, go, go, go!"
Everyone who is staking out the restaurant leaps out of their cars and rushes inside the restaurant but it's too late. Ray is slouched over in his chair with two bullet wounds on his body. One in the heart, one in the head. Bosola was here, lying in wait. Derek takes a car and canvasses the area in case Bosola stuck around to see the aftermath. CSIs come in, Long Island officers come in, and just about everyone else who is available to work the case.
"We had the streets, the building, and even the damn roof covered. How the hell did he get through us?" Rossi asks.
"Garcia traced Ray's phone calls. He made one at 4:38 p.m. to a pre-paid cell and another one to you at 11:41 p.m.," Emily says.
"We gave Bosola seven hours to prepare. I think he was here before we arrived."
"He heard Ray call me. This is all my fault," Rossi sighs.
"Now he knows we're onto him."
"He's not the only one. Whoever he works for does, too."
Now that the team knows who the unsub is and what kind of killer he is, it's time to give the profile.
"Each mutilation represents the crimes the unsubs believe these three individuals committed. There are two unsubs who are both male. Unsub 'A' is 'The Planner'. He works in the criminal justice system. We're looking at both defense and prosecution attorneys, judges, and even cops. We believe that The Planner has experienced a devastating personal tragedy of some sort, and because of the sophisticated nature of the scenario, we believe unsub "A" is in his late fifties or sixties," Hotch starts it off.
"The Planner likely met unsub 'B' or 'the enforcer' within the court system. He's been hired to carry out justice. Now, this type of justice does not come cheap. So, The Planner has access to substantial cash."
"Absolutely no attempt was made to hide the mutilation. This suggests The Planner either doesn't care what we find or he wants us to find it. Now, The Enforcer, on the other hand, has no such intentions. He should be considered armed and extremely dangerous."
"Thank you," Rossi concludes.
"Alright, let's go people," Detective Gil says.
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Single Dad Michikatsu Au
This has been plauging my mind for a long time and I needed to get this off my chest. This takes place in a Kimetsu Gauken au and it's hilarious to me. It's basically Michikatsu just ending up being a single parent to many small kids.
It starts with Kaigaku. One day Muzan just shows just with a scrawny black haired boy shaking in his shoes and pushes him towards the bodyguard-
Muzan: "This is Kaigaku. He's going to be our informant inside the Academy's walls going forward."
Michikatsu: "Ah. That seems like a clever tactic-"
Muzan: "You're going to be sure he has all his accomodations and care."
Michikatsu:"...I beg pardon?"
He's stuck with the kid's childcare and upbringing from that day going forward. Kaigaku doesn't live with him, but he's seen with him multiple times whether it's parent teacher meetings with the Academy, training Kaigaku in good spying tactics, or if it's just a check up at his home.
However Kaigaku isn't the only one he cares for.
Yuichiro and Muichiro are in his custody. Muichiro and Yuichiro Tokito are related to Michikatsu and Yoriichi however Michikatsu's coworkers have no idea if the Tokito Twins are his cousins, nephews, or his children. If anyone asks he simply tells them some relatives passed away and that's how he ended up taking in the teenagers. Similar to Kaigaku he's always there for parent teacher meetings (despite how awkward it is having Muzan's bodyguard in the Academy) and he often shows up for important events for the twins.
He's there when Yuichiro wins prizes in his shogi championship games. (Since it's cannon both twins are good at Shogi and have made appearances on TV in KG) Or drives Muichiro and Yuichiro to the Ubuyashikis residence to tutor the children. Muzan has tried more than once to convince Michikatsu to get the boys to spy for him there but whether he refused or the twins choose not to do it is unknown. Everyone just knows that both boys are often picked up by a scary looking bodyguard.
And finally his two children from his divorce. (I dunno Michikatsu's wife's actually name but Harahime seems pretty popular in the fandom so I'll use that name to call her for this.) His marriage was one arranged by his father and Haruhimes parents. However it wasn't a very good marriage and they ended up getting a divorce after almost five years. Michikatsu got main custody of his two children a toddler son and a baby. So he often hires nannies and babysitters to watch his children while he's at work or he drops them off at Uncle Yoriichi and Aunt Uta's for the day. It's a shock to everyone seeing this big intimidating man pull up in his black top of the line SUV only to see him open the back door and start taking care of a toddler and baby in the back seat.
Everyone at his work is shocked when he walks in with a little tot on his hip, a baby strapped to his chest, and a diaper bag thrown over his shoulder.
Muzan: "...What is this?"
Michikatsu: "The boys have school activities, the daycare is closed, and all my usual babysitters are too busy today."
Muzan: "...That really doesn't answer my question!"
I'm debating on whether or not to add Y/n but if I do then they'll meet in a very funny but cute way. Like Y/n is a fast food worker or works in a bakery and one day Michikatsu just walks in with all his kids.
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Can I request tickles for Doll, Yeva and Doll's dad (GLITCH give this dude a name!)? I feel like these three are getting a bit slept upon.
It could be some family fun, cheering up or whatever you wanna do dear.
Of course you don't need to do it if you don't want to or don't have the time for it. I completly understand.
Yeah, they needed more art!
#rfm post#rfm art#ask rfm#just a bunch of tickling#murder drones tickles#Lee!MD Doll#Ler!MD Yeva#Ler!MD Adan#I liked this name for the dad but I'm open for names for him#Doll's dad
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heavy is like a big brother to scout in the sense that heavy sometimes helps scout w his problems and shit but they also beat the shit out of eachother every 5 minutes. hope this helps
Scout is not "the team kid" but he most certainly is "the team youngest brother" in that he's probably the most insufferable person any of them have ever met and they continue to spend time with him by choice. Scout canonically has only older siblings and Heavy only younger siblings and this is something they can immediately detect within each other
#like it's not a 'paternal' kind of helping him with stuff that's tired#it's like 'you're two years older so please make sure your brother doesn't kill himself with his homemade skateboard ramp'#he's GOT a dad and his name is tom jones. what he needs is eight more older brother-type friends in addition to the seven he's already got#'brothers' is a less rigid and like. weirdly nuclear-family-y type of relationship n i'm more open to it lol i think it's fun#ask#yaikat#tf2#scout#heavy
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was talking to my mom about how the adoption process worked when they adopted my brother and man some people truly are just scum
#all of their process was basically public? since there wasn't a private institution back then (not sure how it is now)#so it was basically women who were 100% sure they were going to give their baby away no matter what#and then when the day came they were like noo i'm keeping the baby (which should be good right?)#and then they would do a follow up and turns out there was no baby because they were basically sold illegally#obviously to people that were not from chile#because what um hospitals? no it's not hospitals but adjacent i guess#what they would do is that they would have a program basically were pregnant women would be like hey this kid once they're born?#i'm gonna abandon them basically. so they hospital would get in contact with the social service#the social service would contact people that wanted to be parents. the they would come and there was no baby because they were sold#obviously didn't happen to my parents but what did happen was the social service lady asking them#if they wanted to see the kid first in case they ''didn't like him''#and my dad being my dad got furious because what the hell that's my kid no matter what#and the sad reality was that a lot of adoptive parents would like to look at the kid first to see if they liked them as if they were what#a fucking couch#anyways. everyday i'm more thankful for how open my mom is about this whole thing and how it was#she still has the name and all the info of my brother's biological mother in case he wants to contact her again#(which hasn't happened since he had his very big and bad bipolar crisis)#but yeah idk i admire my mom a lot she's always trying to do what's best for everyone even if sometimes it comes out a little harsh#b.txt
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does anybody else say "hay is for horses, cows, and sheep. too bad you're a jackass" when someone yells "hey!" at them or is that another thing my dad made up
#my dad says so many things where i'm just like oh that's normal and then i grow up and lo and behold NO ONE SAYS THAT!#but also sometimes i assume he made it up and he didn't!!#i assumed he made up hitch in my giddy-up and he did not (though i still hold that he uses it nonstandardly (to mean wedgie))#i wasn't sure about 'can be. sure would!' but that seems to be a him original#he also loooooves malaphors. he likes to pair them: e.g. wake up and smell the roses/stop and smell the coffee#which is cute BUT. he thinks he made them up! like each of them individually but also the concept of malaphors (mixed idioms) 🙄#though he doesn't call them that. he calls them [his name]isms (because he thinks he made them up)#one time i was trying to figure out if a term my family uses is unique to us or not and i looked it up and got a hit on urban dictionary#so i opened it and IMMEDIATELY COULD TELL THAT HE WROTE THE ENTRY. HE PUT OUR FAMILY WORD IN URBAN DICTIONARY.#katymacky if you're reading this i am REELING over the knowledge that your dad also says jean-claude pennay!!!#WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THAT FROM??? DO THEY SUBSCRIBE TO THE SAME 'DORKY DADS OF THE PNW' MAGAZINE??????#idioms#or something idek#swears#i guess???#really struggling with how to index this lol#fun with words#my posts#oh also i almost didn't use the oxford comma for once in my life because the cadence of this has a pause after 'horses'#and then 'cows and sheep' are kind of run together#hay is for HORSES‚ COWS and SHEEP. too bad you're a JACKASS#i actually think in this case this maybe came from my stepmother? because i don't remember him saying it until after he met her#but maybe that's just because she says HEY! a lot more than other people i would have seen him around?
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Not the oddest guest but definitely a surprising one
#yeah that's a starling in my basement#i heard my mom scream because it 'came at her' lol#mom begged dad to let it stay tonight because it's subzero and windy outside and he relented despite his inner nature conservative#like I know it should be put down too but i don't have the heart to do it and i was ok with it staying the night#but mom asked me if i could offer it food because it's super dazed and weak so i said ok#and yeah just fed it some crickets for my gecko with my tongs#it was pretty hungry once it realized i wasn't trying to kill it lol#it's still down in the laundry room but mom's happy and dad's softened up to letting it stay lol#i wasn't gonna really do much with it since i thought it was just chilling out but i was open to feeding it when i saw how exhausted it was#yes it's bad to feed wild animals but this is a circumstance where i think it's acceptable#it's not being treated like a pet we're leaving it alone and going to release it in the morning when the storm clears#dad thinks it was in a box he took downstairs last night because the door was open#only way it could've gotten in basically#and yeah that's my mom texting me lol#but yeah it's a cute moment just this is a special circumstance of interacting with a wild animal like this#yeah im a nature nerd about this stuff like my dad but dif is I'm too pussy to kill an animal even if it's invasive#I'm rambling lol#anyways mom named him Nickolas and I named him Larry so whichever name you like i guess#rosebud posting 💐
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