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nicksalchemy1 · 2 months

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Bleed To Love Her

Paring: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Hunting with Dean after Sam had been thrown in the cage with Lucifer and Micheal was doozy. Coming across a hunt that brings up a hunt that still haunts you; the one that caused your father’s death, you revisit the case with Dean.

You had been hunting with Dean for a few months now, ever since Sam was trapped in the cage with Lucifer and Michael. You were childhood friends, and you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember. But you never acted on it, because you knew was a womanizer. And then there was Lisa, the woman he had tried to settle down with during his year off from hunting. You knew he still loved her, even though he left her for your sake.

You were on a case in Colorado, tracking down a shapeshifter that had been killing people and taking their identities. You had a bad feeling about this one, because it reminded you of something that happened to you when you were a kid. Something you never told Dean, or anyone else.

"So, I found this case." you interject as he drove the Impala along the highway.

"What's the word on the street?" he said, glancing at you.

"Yeah, this, uh, case is different."

He frowned, and waited patiently till you spoke up.

"Okay? C’mon, spit it out."

You took a deep breath, and began to spill.

"When I was ten years old, my dad and I were hunting a shapeshifter. It was our first time dealing with one. We tracked it down to an abandoned warehouse, where it had a bunch of victims locked up in cages. We tried to free them, but the shifter ambushed us. It knocked me out, and dragged me to another room. When I woke up, I saw it standing over me. It had taken my dad's form. It smiled at me, and said 'I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to do this.' And then it stabbed him in the chest, right in front of me. I screamed, and it laughed. It said 'Don't worry, I'll make it quick for you too.' It raised the knife again, but I kicked it in the groin, and ran for the door. I managed to escape, but I never saw my dad again. He was dead, and I couldn't save him."

You paused, taking a shaky breath, feeling the old fear mingling with fresh determination.

"I think it's back, Dean. The monster we're hunting now, I see the patterns, the signs. It's him. It's the same one."

For a long moment, Dean didn't speak. Then, with a nod that was all business, he said, "Then this just got personal for both of us."

The plan was simple yet risky: you would act as bait to draw the creature out. Dean hated it, you could tell by the way his brow furrowed and his lips formed a thin line, but he knew as well as you did that it was the best shot you had.

"Promise me you won't do anything stupid," Dean said as you wired yourself with hidden blades and a concealed microphone.

"I'm not the one who usually breaks that promise," you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn't smile.

The night was cold and unforgiving as you took your position in the abandoned warehouse where the creature had last been seen. The wait was excruciating, every shadow a potential threat, every sound a possible approach.

Then, it was there. The monster, a grotesque figure from nightmares past, stepped from the shadows. Your heart hammered in your chest, but you held your ground.

The creature lunged, and you fought with everything you had learned since that fateful night. It was stronger than you remembered, but so were you. Just as it seemed to gain the upper hand, you plunged a blade into its heart, sending it back to the hell it came from.

But victory came at a cost. You were injured, worse than you realized, and as Dean rushed to your side, his face a mask of fury and fear, you knew you were in for it.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Dean's voice was a low growl as he checked your wounds.

"I had to end it, Dean," you said, wincing in pain.

"That was reckless, and you could've—” He stopped abruptly, his eyes going wide with a realization. "Dammit, Lisa, I—"

The name hung between you, a ghost from his past that had no place in your present.

You injuries suddenly became meaningless. What remained was the pain of knowing that, in some part of his mind, you were replaceable.

All of your fears were confirmed. Were you ever truly seen, or were you just a placeholder, a shape to fill a void that Lisa had left open? Did your name ever rest as comfortably on his tongue as hers evidently still did?

"Dean," you started, a coldness settling in your chest. "My name is not Lisa."

The silence that followed was deafening. His eyes, now filled with regret, said everything his voice couldn’t seem to find the words for.

"I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"You think I can't handle myself? That I'm not strong enough?" Your voice rose, a mix of hurt and anger making your words sharp.

"That's not it," Dean said quickly, shaking his head. "It was a slip up, a mistake—“

“Saying her name or the fact that I believed that you liked me?” You accused, a bitter smile on your face.

The tension between you and Dean was palpable as you both returned to the motel room, the weight of his slip of the tongue hanging heavy in the air. You kept your distance, tending to your wounds in silence while Dean hovered awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do.

"You should get some rest," Dean finally said, after a long stretch of quiet that felt like an eternity.

"I'll rest when I'm dead," you replied sharply, avoiding his gaze. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he flinched at your tone, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I messed up. I didn't mean to call you Lisa, it just... came out."

You scoffed, focusing on the sting of antiseptic on your skin rather than the sting of betrayal in your heart. "Sure, Dean. People always say the wrong name by accident when they're with someone else. Especially the name of someone they love."

Dean's face tightened, a mix of anger and hurt flashing in his eyes. "That's not fair," he said, his voice low.

"Fair?" you echoed, finally looking at him, letting him see the hurt in your eyes. "What about this is fair, Dean? I'm out here, risking my neck, hunting things that go bump in the night with you, making an effort for you, and you still see her when you look at me."

Dean took a step forward, as if to reach out to you, but then thought better of it. "I don't—"

"Don't," you interrupted, holding up a hand to stop him. "Just don't. We have work to do, and I can put aside my feelings to get it done. Can you?"

He nodded, though the gesture felt empty. "Fine."

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Don’t Touch Us: Tom Holland x Reader *~

Description: 3.4k wc, started based off this and then my adhd took over. Basically Tom’s protective side comes out when the public starts getting more aggressive towards him and the reader.

Warnings: maybe a few curses, aggressive fans, mentions of being tipsy, that’s all I think otherwise just far too fluffy Tommy.

Personal warning: this tbh isn’t any good but if you’re bored and need something to read?🤷‍♀️😂

“Just guess” Tom repeated, rolling his eyes jokingly.

Y/n groaned, snuggling closer to his bicep she was clinging onto as they walked down the street, “Sam?”

Tom laughed and shook his head, “actually no, but that’s a good guess! It was Paddy”.

“Innocent little Paddy?!” Y/n exclaimed, lifting her head off his shoulder to look up at him.

He rolled his eyes again, “he’s not innocent, love”.

“You leave him alone Holland” y/n scolded, turning away from him.

Tom chuckled, grinning down at her as she pretended she was mad at him.

“I-“ he began, but was cut off by screaming.

Tom sighed and stopped walking, giving y/n a knowing look.

He bit his lip and gently guided y/n behind him.

Tom looked around, hoping Harry and Tom’s bodyguard Jack weren’t far away.

The couple had been on break for a few weeks now but Tom knew better than to go many places- especially in the US- without Jack; and he never risked it if y/n was going with him.

He’d made that mistake once a year ago after a date they had in New York and panicked when they were swarmed.

Neither one enjoyed the fame and constant lack of privacy.

They loved their fans, but they needed some time alone too.

After Tom’s shirt was ripped leaving their date night by some rather aggressive fans, he refused to not have Jack nearby.

He knew he could, and would, protect y/n at all costs should anything happen.

But he couldn’t fathom risking it in the slightest, what if he was too tired from working, or sore from training, or…

The concerns went on for a long time and he pleased with y/n to let him have Jack go with them.

He understood her wanting privacy, he did too.

But he assured her it would be only in public situations and that he’d make sure Jack knew not to be within earshot of the couple unless needed or requested.

That combined with her seeing the compassionate concern in his eyes and loving Jack as an older brother allowed them to reach a comfortable security plan.

However, today the couple had ventured out of their vacation rental really early.

They’d assumed most people wouldn’t be awake yet; and they’d been correct.

Tom had texted Jack when they left that should they not be back when he wakes up to ask him for their latest location and join them.

He was so excited to enjoy a nice calming day with the love of his life.

The fall weather was a bit breezy but it meant he got to enjoy her wearing one of his black sweaters that always looked so good on her.

They’d been to a small little cafe for some breakfast and coffee/tea, watched the sun come up from a random hill y/n had spotted, and were presently walking through the park talking about Tom’s family.

Yet, all of that bliss ended when the sudden scream of fans cut through the soft crunching of leaves as they walked.

Tom felt a bit more calm when he noticed Jack was heading his way with a steady pace, but not one that would draw more attention.

He’d not texted Jack their location, not even aware he was up yet.

But he suspected the fans had been recording the couple for awhile as there was a decent sized group by now.

“Tommy, it’s okay” y/n whispered, holding onto the back hem of his hoodie as the group approached.

Tom took a deep breath to calm his frustration and offered a slight nod to her without looking away from the threat.

“We can’t have just one day” he muttered.

She sighed, “I know baby”.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You’re- you’re Tom Holland and y/f/n y/l/n!” The closest girl gasped with her camera pointed at them.

Tom nodded, a forced smile on his tired face, before he put on his face mask, “Hi, yes, we are, please just stay calm and distanced, and we’ll of course get photos”.

The girl nodded and visibly restrained her excitement.

Tom glanced back to you, nerves calming when his eyes settled on your beautiful and encouraging smile before you slipped your mask on.

They’d taken countless socially distanced photos with fans as Jack watched from the side, ready to step in as needed.

“Thank you!” The last fan proclaimed, giving an awkward bow before running off.

Tom laughed softly, his arm instantly wrapping around y/N’s waist to pull her closer to his side as he tried to relax again.

Y/n stretched upwards, lowering her mask again to give him a petite kiss on his cheek, making him smile like a fool as he lowered his.

“See, it was fine T. Now it’s us again” she encouraged.

Tom nodded, “still tiring. I just wanted to be with you… just you”.

She sighs softly, “I know handsome, I wanted it to be just us today too. But come on, let’s not let this ruin it”.

Tom smiled at her optimism, “God I love you”.

Y/n giggled shyly, beaming up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “let’s continue our walk, shall we?”

It hadn’t been more than thirty seconds before another fan was walking towards them.

Tom sighed as he slid his mask back into place.

As she went to do the same, y/n looked up and saw Jack quickening his pace, making y/n separate from Tom.

She had learned that it was much easier for Jack to intervene that way, especially when a fan was alone as they could only focus on one person, letting Jack guard them while the other left.

Tom often wanted that person to be y/n of course, but she’d forced him to compromise to letting it be whoever was in the better position to flee.

Harry, Tom’s brother, was half jogging to keep up with Jack.

Tom tensed as soon as she broke contact with him.

The fan hadn’t said anything, too focused on recording the couple but was still walking directly at them.

Tom turned to look at y/n in confusion and also to make sure she was alright.

She raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at the man but shrugged.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, trying to keep walking and hopefully pass the fan.

“Hey,” the fan finally called out just as y/n and Tom neared him.

However, what pissed Tom off was that the guy hadn’t just interrupted verbally, he’d grabbed Tom’s shoulder to do so.

“Nah, don’t touch me” Tom warned, stepping back from the fan instantly, his grip on y/N’s hand tightening.

“Hey man it’s cool, I -“ he began again, trying to touch Tom’s shoulder.

“Woah, woah” y/n said, tugging Tom backwards, “he said not to to touch him. Come on, social distance you know? COVID’s spreading and -“.

“You need to leave” Jack stated, pushing between the fan and the couple.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to remain professional but so desperately wanting to drag y/n out of the park and knock this guy down on his way.

The fan tried arguing to which Tom just shook his head in frustration, squeezing y/N’s hand and deciding to just do as he wished; leave.

Y/n didn’t resist, not wanting to be near this fan who clearly didn’t respect their request to stay distant.

Once Tom had gotten her out of the area, the two now with Harry and walking back to the car Jack drove to them, Tom stopped.

He looked around, making sure no one else was coming and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning y/N’s body.

“Tommy, love, I’m totally fine” she promised, squeezing his hand.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes but also understood that the pandemic made his brother even more cautious in public, worried y/n would get sick.

Tom was always anxious of the unknown and they didn’t know much yet about the illness this pandemic caused so he really didn’t want her to get sick from it.

Tom nodded, “okay, I’m going to take this hoodie off when we get to the car, I don’t trust him”.

Y/n giggled, “okay baby, but I don’t think he was close for long enough to worry”.

He knew it was overkill, but he refused to be the reason she got sick.

“Still, come on love. Let’s get back” he said, pulling her to the side of him that the man didn’t touch.

“You done now? I want cuddles” y/n pouted, looking up as Tom dried his hair off with a towel.

Tom grinned and nodded with a small laugh, walking over to her.

“Good” she hummed, moving over to make room for him on the couch.

He sat down and pulled his legs up before lifting her up.

“Tom” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“You wanted cuddles” he teased, setting her on his lap and burying his face in her hair.

“You’re still wet” she groaned, “I think the shower was overkill”.

“I looked it up, it probably was” he muttered embarrassed, making her giggle, “but worth it”.

“Worth me no longer wanting cuddles?” She teased, squirming in his arms.

Tom rolled his eyes, kissing her earlobe, “if it means you being safe, yes”.

She blushed and stopped wiggling, “but does that mean you’ll shower every time we leave now? That’s a lot of wasted time”.

He laughed, “no, I just..”

Tom sighed, thinking back to the incident, “I can’t believe he thought it was smart to try and touch us”.

“You, babe. He touched you” she corrected, poking his cheek.

He huffed, “lesser of two evils I suppose. If he’d tried-“.

“But he didn’t T, now just relax okay?” Y/n pleaded, “we’re here at the rental, none of us are sick, Harry and Jack are getting groceries, everything is taken care of”.

Tom let out a sigh of relief as she patiently worked to calm his anxiety, “yes, thank you, darling”.

——Time Skip——

“You look so breathtaking” Tom sighed, leaning back in his chair as he watched y/n finish her makeup.

She turned and grinned, walking to him and kissing his nose, “look who’s talking, dear”.

Tom smiled, softly guiding her back from him so he could stand, his arms finding her waist in an instant.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to go to one without masks” y/n laughed, touching her face.

He chuckled and nodded, “everyone there is either negative or-“.

“I know T, honey, I know we’re safe” she nodded, “I’m just.., my face feels naked”.

Tom busted up laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head, “naked?”

“Your face doesn’t feel naked without a mask at this point?! Mine does” she protested.

He opened his eyes, his laugh still shaking his body, “I probably would have described it a bit differently my love, but I understand”.

She shrugs, spinning to the door, dragging his hand behind her, “we should get going”.

“She looks so different without a mask” y/n mumbled about a random celebrity, making Tom laugh.

“She does!” She argued, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“You’re precious, darling” he smiled, following her into the venue.

She let out a sigh of relief, the event set up more familiarly to those prior to COVID.

“Feels weird” she laughed, “but a good weird I think”.

Tom nodded, his hand resting on her back as he took in the scene.

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“Whew “ she laughed, a bit tipsy, “that was fun”.

He wanted to roll his eyes at her jokingly but all he could do was smile as he watched her enjoy herself.

“Love, here,” he reached out, trying to take the heels from her hand, “you’re going to stab someone with those”.

The heels swung towards him as she spun to him before dropping them in his opened hand.

“Case in point” he teased, the ends of her heels having barely missed his outstretched hand.

“Oops” she mumbled, a drunken smile on her lips.

Tom smiled at her and shook his head, “we should get you home”.

She nodded and continued walking back to their ride.

“Y/n!” Tom heard someone shout, breaking him from his trance.

His head whipped around but he couldn’t see anyone other than the other attendees who’d also been on their way out.

He looked back down the street a few feet closer to the venue, to where Jack and Harry were.

He nodded as he made eye contact with Jack, not knowing who was suddenly shouting her name.

Albeit, she didn’t seem to notice, still in her daze as she glanced around at the shiny decorative lights surrounding them on this stretch of the street.

Tom reached for her just as a random person, he suspected was a fan, appeared to her left.

“It is you!” The guy cheered, clasping his hand on her arm and pulling her to him for a photo.

Tom’s heart dropped to his stomach in fear as his fists balled up at his side.

He nearly leapt forward as y/n stumbled due to the sudden direction change and her drunken state. Tom growled, pushing on the man’s shoulder, “get your hands off her”.

“Chill dude, I just want a photo” He glared.

Y/n tried to maintain her appearance so she looked more sober, not understanding the situation taking place but seeing the fan’s camera.

“First, you ask, you arse” Tom shouted, “second, do not touch her”.

The fan groaned, and took a picture before letting go of y/n’s arm despite Tom looking ready to kill.

If y/n had resisted or otherwise been more uncomfortable, Tom probably would have as it was taking all his self control to not act.

Tom pushed the fan back now that doing so wouldn’t cause y/n to trip, Tom’s arm now being hooked around her waist to support her.

“What the hell man?!” The fan yelled, getting closer to Tom.

Jack swiftly removed the man from Tom’s face, a tight grip on him as he leads him away.

“Don’t touch us” Tom remarked.

“Relax dude, I didn’t even grab her that hard” the fan argued.

Tom simply flipped the man off with a glare before he faced, y/n who was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

He huffed with a small laugh over her having no clue what had happened in front of her.

Tom kissed her temple before guiding her back to the car safely.

———

“I’ll be honest, I don’t remember most of that night” y/n blushed, biting her lip and looking away from the Katie, interviewer.

Tom hummed and nodded with a smirk, “the champagne seemed pretty strong”.

“Were you sober that night Tom?” Katie asked.

Tom knew his media and publicity manager had wanted this whole ordeal to blow over.

Fortunately, the whole ordeal from the start was recorded by another fan.

The now viral video allowed y/n to learn what happened that night that made Tom excessively protective and clingy the next day.

But it also showed the public that Tom’s outrage was warranted.

Tom had always maintained a healthy public image so his team wasn’t super pleased when the video dropped.

However, after weeks of refusing interviewers to ask about that night, Tom demanded he get a chance to speak about it.

Hence why the interviewer before him was very intrigued to be the first to hear his side.

Tom nodded, “I was sober. I had maybe two drinks much earlier that evening. If you’re asking because you think that influenced my actions, it didn’t “.

Y/n smiled at him kindly, “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s not like Tom hit him or something”.

Tom bit his tongue to keep from confessing how he had wanted to.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just a new side to him is all” Katie assured.

Y/n knew the conversation would go this way and that she was advised to let Tom do his explanation and simply move on.

But she didn’t like that idea, she didn’t like the public treating them this way and acting like they knew everything.

Tom opened his mouth to speak but y/n shifted to sit up straighter and spoke before he could, “no”.

“Look, this rant may seem like a new side to me from what the public typically sees. But that’ll just highlight my point” she laughed dryly.

“The thing is, we love what we do and the fans. But there’s a line. I don’t go around putting my hands on people I’ve never met. Why is it acceptable to do that to us?” Y/n asked.

The audience cheered but the interviewer looked shocked.

“See, it’s not. No one else is expected to just accept that. All he did was defend his girlfriend, defend me, from someone who was not respecting boundaries or body autonomy” y/n explained, smiling gratefully at Tom before facing the interviewer again.

“I’m pleased that most people are seeing this for what it is. But to those asking questions like that or judging him, myself, or others for that night” y/n sighed, shaking her head.

“It needs to stop. We give up a great deal of privacy to do what we do. But that doesn’t mean you know everything about us. I don’t even know every single detail about myself! No we’re not constantly putting on a front and preventing to be nice people when we’re secretly mean “ she laughed, already knowing how people were going to take her last remark.

“But these comments about how this is a new side to him are ignorant. Tom’s always been protective over those he cares about. I mean, my God, I know fans have recorded some of it before now! I’ve seen a video of him having to defend a fan who was facing a panic attack from another person in the crowd. There’s videos of him shielding his family from aggressive paparazzi” She pointed out.

“The list goes on, so, no. If you think this is a new side to him, or that me arguing here and not just accepting the commentary is a new side to either of us, it just proves my point” She rambled, Tom holding her hand in his as she let her frustrations out.

“We don’t ask for much from the fans or the public, and I’m not asking you to understand, but can’t you see this is ridiculous?” Y/n finished.

Tom ignored the cameras on them and brought their enclosed hands up to his lips.

“Oh Ms. y/l/n, I can see how frustrating this has been for you guys. I can’t imagine all of the constant attention” the interviewer says softly, a look of guilt on her face.

Y/n and Tom simply nodded in response, Tom’s eyes not leaving the side of y/n’s face.

“May I ask, if you’re not asking us to understand. If there was one thing you could ask from the fans and public, what would that be?” She asked.

“Don’t touch us” Tom stated, looking her way.

Katie sighed and nodded, “it’s sad you have to ask that”.

Tom pursed his lips briefly and nodded, “and yet we do. I am not going to apologize for defending y/n, or anyone else. I’m not asking for people to be fine with that”.

“People constantly try touching us, even in the midst of COVID I had people grabbing us. The invasion of privacy is already bad enough, we don’t need this” He explained.

“So, if there’s one thing I need, we need, from the public is simple” Tom informs her.

“And merely a sign of respect” y/n agreed, nodding at him.

“Just,” Tom concluded, “don’t touch us”.

The interviewer nodded and casually rerouted the conversation to the next topic.

When they walked backstage, Harry held his phone in front of them.

“You have a catchphrase now” Harry smirked towards Tom, winking at y/n.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him and peered over at the screen before laughing.

Tom blushed as he saw memes, supportive tweets, and other content sharing the line ‘don’t touch us’ went viral already.

“Maybe they listen now” Tom laughed shyly, hiding his face against y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled kindly, pulling his phone back, “maybe you’ll get some more privacy”.

“Doubt it” y/n laughed and shrugged, her hand catching Tom’s head when her actions caused it to slip off her shoulder.

She squeezed his cold ear and kissed his forehead before he rested his head back on her arm again.

“From what I see” Harry smirked, laughing, “I don’t think it matters, so long as they ‘don’t touch us’ hmm?”

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes, “exactly”.

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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So for your one shot of Tara yelling at Sam to talk to her and Sam just ignoring her I’m curious as to what’s going through Sam’s mind at that moment. I just know it’s gotta be devastating for her to keep her composure while Tara’s breaking down.

Ask, and you shall receive.

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“Talk”

Ever since Sam found out who her birth father was, she had a straightforward rule for herself.

Don’t drag Tara into this.

She couldn’t. She refused to. It wasn’t fair.

She could carry this burden on her own. Sam believed that she could. Mostly. Maybe not. But for her baby sister’s sake, she had to do this alone.

She was an architect, drawing out the plans for her escape. Since that night in December, Sam had been pulling away from her sister. She stopped hugging, kissing, and cuddling Tara. Sam didn’t hold her hand to cross the street and certainly didn’t let her baby sister crawl into her bed after she had nightmares. She couldn’t let Tara get any closer to her now. Tara had to learn how to be a big girl and grow up on her own.

It was the most brutal thing Sam had ever done, watching the light and wonder leaving her baby sister’s eyes. It took Tara maybe a month to learn that Sam wouldn’t touch or love her anymore and a whole year to understand that she couldn’t go to Sam anymore for her troubles. She had to figure it out on her own. Sam had thrown Tara out of her room several times for her to get the message. And each time, Sam would bawl silently into her pillows after hearing her little sister’s heart shatter.

But now, three years into this game, Tara seemed to snap. Sam was trying to do her homework, algebraic equations. It was kicking her ass. Just as she was about to call it quits, her sister burst into the room.

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Don’t look up into those big brown eyes. Don’t acknowledge her. Don’t hear her sweet little voice. If Sam looks at her, she will break. Tara can’t see her break. Her baby sister needs to learn to be strong. She has to be. She has to survive Sam leaving her.

“Say something!”

Look down at the notes. Study them. Memorize each number. Don’t acknowledge her anger. She has to learn how to regulate her own emotions. Sam can’t help her now.

“Say something, something like you love me!” Or that you want to talk to me. That you miss me! Something!”.

She could feel her palms sweating. Her heart was breaking, piece by piece, shattering onto the ground. Sam kept writing, ignoring how her pen shook and how Tara was doing the trembling thing she did before she cried.

“Please, Sammy.”

Sam can’t. She can’t give her baby sister what she wants. Tara needs to do this on her own. Sam can’t help her anymore. She can’t taint her baby sister with her ancestry. Sam silently begged her sister to leave. This was too much. She couldn’t handle breaking Tara’s heart again. She wouldn’t survive it.

“Or don’t say anything. Jesus Christ. I thought you loved me. I guess not,”.

Sam wanted to scream. She wanted to tear apart her body and bleed. She was tearing down her baby sister, letting her drown and flail. She couldn’t even throw Tara a life vest. She had to let Tara go. She had to let her go. Let. Go.

A slamming door spooked Sam, making her drop her papers. She could hear her sister crying, loud, wracking sobs. The kind that would send her into an asthma attack.

Sam felt her heart tearing in two, piece by piece.

“I’m sorry, Tara. I can’t love you how you want me to,” Sam whispered, tears flowing down her face.

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spnexploration · 2 years

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Collared part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Dean removes your collar and things do not go how he expected.

Warnings: Attempted suicide/self-harm, slavery

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: You were all excited for this fic, I'm on night shift and struggling to sleep in the daytime, it felt like a perfect moment to share the next instalment 😆 They won't all be this close together though unfortunately!

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“Resero,” Dean said. The collar around your neck popped open and he caught it.

The familiar feeling came back. You instantly felt the compulsion; the unrelenting, insidious, unending, unavoidable compulsion.

You threw your head back and screamed. Your eyes scanned the room, quite against your will. You saw a knife in Dean’s belt and dove for it.

Dean and Sam at first looked bewildered, but Dean reacted quickly to you trying to take his knife. He grabbed both your wrists and wrapped his arm around you, pinning your arms to your side with your back against his chest.

“Hey, hey,” he said, “It’s ok. We’re here to help you.”

You continued to struggle, throwing all your might into fighting him. You didn’t want to, but you did.

“Oi, kid,” Dean said, getting frustrated now. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Let’s just get her out of here,” Sam said to Dean, concern on his face. Dean nodded and lifted you so your feet were off the ground, carrying you over the threshold of the door while you continued to struggle. At least you could pass through it this time.

“Please,“ you panted.

“Please what?” Dean asked. “What do you need?”

He loosened his hold ever so slightly and you took advantage, kicking him in the shin and managing to twist in his grasp. You grabbed the knife from his belt.

He released you fully, holding his hands up in surrender in front of you. “We’re just trying to help,” he repeated.

But you didn’t turn the knife to him, you didn’t threaten him or Sam. Instead, you turned the knife to your own throat.

“Please help me,” you whispered as you started to draw your own blood, slowly moving the knife across your own throat.

Sam grabbed you from behind, forcing your hand away from your throat. You struggled against him.

“Please, I’ll be good,” you whimpered. “Please give it back. I want it. I need it. Please, please,” you begged, still struggling.

“Need what? To cut your own throat? No way,” Dean said gruffly.

“My- my collar,” you panted, very tired from trying to fight the compulsion, and the brothers. “Please, I won’t be bad. I need it. Please put it back on. I promise, I’ll be good!”

Sam was still struggling to hold your hand with the knife away from your now-bleeding throat.

“Maybe it’s a good idea,” Sam panted to Dean. “Just until we can work out what this is.”

Dean pursed his lips but returned to the room and picked up the collar. He tossed it out of the door, perhaps in case it did the same thing to him as it had to you. He seemed able to pick it up again on the other side though without any issues.

“Please,” you pleaded at him.

“I’m sorry, kid,” Dean said as he slid the collar around your neck. “Praecludo.”

The collar locked back around your neck. Relief flooded through you, no longer feeling the compulsion. You felt the familiar fog slide in over your brain, welcoming it as better than the alternative. You were starting to lose memory of what had happened, but you always remembered that you hated having the collar off, that nothing good ever happened with it off.

You fell to your knees at Dean’s feet.

“Master,” you whispered, bowing your head to him.

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Dean watched your eyes almost cloud over as the collar clicked, and your total demeanour changed. Not just that you weren’t fighting Sam any more, but you seemed like a different person. He wondered what the spell on the collar was, and why you would possibly beg for it. But he had bigger problems to deal with right now.

He heard sounds from further away in the building. “Sounds like we’ve got company,” Sam muttered. “We gotta go.”

Dean nodded, looking down at you still kneeling on the floor.

“Come on, kid,” Dean said, coming over to you and gripping your upper arm to help you up. You felt like a ragdoll to him, moving only because he moved you.

He ran a concerned eye over the wound on your neck but the bleeding had already stopped, you didn't seem to have cut too deeply. It was almost like you'd been trying not to, whilst doing it.

Your eyes still seemed a bit dazed, more so than even before he had removed the collar. Your head wobbled to the side a little as he got you to standing.

Dean released your arm and slid his hand behind your back. His other arm went under your knees and he lifted you into the air.

“M-master?” you squeaked. “Please sir, I am not irreparable, I can be good!” Your voice was getting more desperate.

“Calm down,” Dean responded. “I'm just getting us out of here.” It seemed to work, you stopped complaining and didn't seem quite so frantic.

He was having a hard time reading you, your reactions were not what he expected. But then again, he hadn't exactly met many people who'd been kept as slaves by witches.

Dean and Sam weaved their way through the labyrinthine building, avoiding the other people who seemed to have returned. Sam was brandishing a gun while Dean carried you, glancing behind him frequently.

They finally reached the door, emerging into the bright sunlight. You clutched Dean, squinting your eyes shut and pressing your face into his chest. It seemed to him more than just a response to the brightness, almost like you were afraid of it.

The trio made it to Baby, Dean’s 1967 Impala. Sam opened the back door and Dean slid you into the back seat. Your eyes opened and your expression seemed panicked, but you said nothing. Dean shut the door and quickly jumped in the driver's seat, Sam climbing in the passenger door.

Dean started the engine and quickly drove off.

“Dean...” Sam said with a concerned edge to his voice. Dean glanced at him and saw he was looking in the backseat. He looked in the rear-view mirror.

You were huddled in the corner, terror written on your features. Your arms were wrapped around your legs and you were shaking.

“Are you ok?” Sam asked gently. You didn't reply.

“Kid, are you ok?” Dean asked you, firmer than Sam.

“Yes, sir,” you replied shakily.

“Are you hurt?”

“I am sufficiently undamaged, sir.”

“Kid, you gotta tell me what the problem is so we can fix it,” Dean said. You flinched ever so slightly at his words, which surprised him as he hadn't been angry. He was lucky he'd even caught it, looking at you in the mirror in between watching the road.

“I am... I am unaccustomed to this, sir.”

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Sam said. “You're safe now.” You didn't look particularly comforted by his words and you didn't acknowledge them.

Dean figured the best option was to get you back to the bunker as fast as possible.

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“Alright, car ride’s done now,” Dean said as he pulled into the bunker’s garage. “Come inside and we'll get you settled,” he said kindly. You nodded and got out of the car, standing next to your door with your head bowed.

Dean felt uncomfortable, so he gestured to the door and said gruffly, “This way, come on.” You followed behind, with Sam bringing up the rear.

Dean stopped walking, pausing in the kitchen. He turned back to find you falling to your knees again, disconcerting him. He shared a look with Sam.

“Uh, how about some food? When was the last time you ate?” he asked you.

“I don't know, sir,” you replied without looking at him.

Dean ran his hand down his face. “I'm going to need a drink,” he muttered.

“I'll get her some food,” Sam said. “You go take a minute.”

Dean headed to the bathroom, splashing his face with water. This situation was fucked up.

He took a few more deep breaths and headed back to the kitchen.

As he got closer, he could hear Sam speaking gently to you, trying to coax you to eat. You were still kneeling on the floor, a plate with sandwich quarters untouched in front of you. Sam was crouching on the other side of the kitchen, perhaps worried that he'd intimidate or scare you if he was closer.

Dean entered the kitchen and stood away from you too, watching. Sam tried to encourage you again, to no response.

Dean felt frustrated. What was the point of saving you from a witch if you were still going to be a slave, and they couldn't even get you to eat? “Just eat the damn sandwich,” he huffed.

You instantly responded, picking up the first quarter and starting to eat it. You were eating quickly, which Dean thought indicated you'd been hungry.

Sam tipped his head at the corridor and Dean followed him. “Have you noticed that she only does things if you order her to?” Sam whispered.

“What? I mean she's kneeling and calling me sir, but I'm not ordering her around.”

“Any time you make a suggestion, she doesn't react. When you make a statement, she does it.”

“Fuck,” Dean breathed.

“I'm just saying, be-” Sam was interrupted by the sound of vomiting. Both men went running back to the kitchen. You were still shovelling more of the sandwich in your mouth, despite being covered in and surrounded by your own vomit.

“Stop,” Dean said quickly, and you froze. “Sweetheart, stop,” he said more gently. You put the sandwich back on the plate.

Sam gave Dean a significant look.

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jhilsara · 3 months

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Part 5 please??

Since you asked *v*

The next month (JULY) goes by and it is filled with unruly sexual tension between Sam and MC.

Damien can hear it all in both of their heads to and wants to slam himself against the wall because of it.

They awkwardly are dancing around their feelings and avoiding taking about it.

MC doesn’t want to push Sam into something and she sure as hell doesn’t know how relationships work for Incubi… or if they even do relationships.

Honestly, she still doesn’t know much about them, well except for the notes on magic and demon creatures her grandfather left. Which, while somewhat helpful, is not comparable to just asking them…

She’s reading over the book in his study when James comes in.

“Oh sorry, didn’t know you were in here today.” He apologizes “No, it’s fine.” She slams her grandfathers’ books closed and pushes it away from her in frustration. James quirks a brow. “Doesn’t look fine.” She wants to pull her hair out, “It’s not you it’s grandpa’s journals and short hand magic. I can’t really decipher a lick of it.” “Want me to look at it?” He asks grabbing his own book of log information for the company. “Sure. Knock yourself out. I need a brain break.” She hands it over to him. “You want me to translate it to something legible?” James asks “You don’t need to! I’d appreciate it but you have a lot on your plate.” “It’s fine. I can read your grandfathers short hand quite well now. He used it too in his work notes.” James “Thanks James.” “Could you do me a favor? This will take a little bit of time; can you handle dinner tonight?” James “Absolutely!”

She cooks dinner with Matthew that night. So, she has a pair of extra hands and also Matthew likes to be helpful… or nosey in this case.

“Sooooooo…” Matthew draws out while he’s chopping veggies. “yes?” She laughs “You and Sam have gotten pretty close huh?” He prods She raises a brow at him, “Um, I guess? Not any closer than I am with you all though.” She responds Matthew laughs, “So you’d let any of us take a nap with you all cuddled up?” Her face goes red and she whips around to him. “Not cute Matthew.” “I’m just asking if you and Sam are a thing yet!” he shrugs with a shit eating grin She groans, “We’re not anything Matthew.” She lets out a sigh and grabs a kitchen towel to whip down the counter. “We haven’t even talked about it okay?” Matthew raises a brow at her, his smiling fading, “Wait, like, you and Sam just were really close almost intimate the whole vacation and nothing? Not even a conversation.” She wants to scream. “Wow, I mean I knew Sam was emotionally constipated but damn.” “That’s what I mean! I’ve tried to approach him twice and he’s run for the hills. I mean…” she fidgets with her hands. “Do demons even get into relationships?” Matthew shifts his eyes, “Well, I mean… yes we do. But uh, none of us really have great examples to pick from when it comes to examining a healthy loving relationship.” Now it’s her to turn to be curious. “Erik vaguely mentioned once your dad was a real monster… What did that mean?” Matthew groans and tries to focus on cooking while answering, “He’s awful. Like your dad sucks don’t get me wrong but our dad… he’s killed people and started wars and I’m not exaggerating.” A shiver runs down her spine. “And your mom?” “More like moms, plural. We all have a different mom… James mom was the first one, the first wife. But our dad, the Demon Lord, it wasn’t enough. Then he married Erik’s mom and rinse and repeat. Except Damien’s mother… he never married her, he’s a bastard son…” Matthew’s gripping the knife hard in his hand, not moving to cut veggies anymore. “Matthew you don’t have to talk about it-” she tries to stop him. “No, it’s- it’s not fine, but we can’t never talk about our old lives.” He sighs before continuing. Shoving the veggies into a pan to cook them. “Our moms did not have good relationships. They wanted power and would get terribly jealous of each other. So much so the Demon Lord finally just took all of our mothers and destroyed their physical forms, turning them into orbs…” he sighs and turns to MC “Anyway, our parents didn’t have great love stories. Most incubi and succubi don’t even believe in love. It’s a human emotion, not one that many of us know…” “Oh.” Her shoulders slump in defeat. Matthew looks up at her face and panics a bit, “Hey it’s not impossible! I didn’t mean to bum you out! I just… I’m just saying we wouldn’t know what love looks or feels like. I wouldn’t say it’s impossible though.” He grabs her arms and makes her look at him. “I’ve seen how Sam looks and interacts towards you. It’s not how he’s ever been. When we were in the Abysall Plains, he was so filled with rage. Always fighting anything and everyone. Even our father. All the time. Since he met you though? That’s a different person.” “I don’t know if love is real, or if we feel it, but I can tell you he feels something besides rage and it’s because of you.” “Thanks Matthew…” she hugs him tightly.

James gives her his copy of her grandfather’s notes at dinner, well the first 10 pages, and she’s ecstatic.

She takes it upstairs after dinner to immediately start reading them. It makes so much more sense to her now. She’s still confused by how magic works, and if she can even preform it, but it’s better than her trying to decipher her grandfather’s short hand by herself.

She falls asleep reading the notes on her bed. Until she’s rudely awoken. And it’s mega rude.

DIAAAAAAANAAAAAA LET ME BE THE ONE TO LIGHT A FIRE INSIDE THOSE EYES~

Anyway, Diana shows up, and uh very rudely wakes her up. Also she is not trying to play pretend with a human disguise she is full on succubus form and it’s the first one MC has seen since the boys have not reveled theirs yet.

First MC hears an obnoxious giggling but it’s the heat next to her face that wakes her up abruptly.

The notes James had just written for her are all on fire, in purple flames. It surrounds her, only burning the papers, but she can feel the heat.

Before she can scream there is a woman on her bed cover her mouth, and she definitely looks like a demon. She’s covered in purple marks with horns on her head and a thin tail whipping behind her.

MC looks around frantically trying to do something, but the fire and the woman are overwhelming her.

She looks back to the demon in front of her, and she feels the ebbing of enthrallment blend its way into her brain. She doesn’t like this enthrallment.

It makes her feel mush in her brain, like theirs no choice but to look at this woman who is still on top of her.

The demon slowly removes her clawed hand and gets closer to MCs face.

“So, you must be that Warlocks kin, right?” is the first thing this woman says to her. She doesn’t process it at all. “Answer me girl.” She sounds unamused. MC just nods her head, it’s too fuzzy to talk. “Mmmm, I’m going to do you a favor and get rid of these papers for you.” She slowly grabs a page of the notes and watches it fizzle away into ash in her hand. “You should think me before the Angels find out about you.” She looks back to MC and her face in unamused and fierce. “I’m taking those incubi brothers back home where they belong human. I don’t care how long they’ve been here they do not belong in this world. I need them to stop the war their father is going to unleash.” MC tries to break the enthrallment but she stays under the control of the succubus, who is slowly taking her energy and she barely touches her. She grips onto the MCs next, not enough to bruise but tight enough. “Do not tell them you saw me tonight human. I will rip your world apart. All of your friends and loved ones, gone. I’ll make sure your biggest fear becomes real…You’ll be alone, unloved.” The fear in her body rises as she looks at this woman who easily could kill her, and also apparently end her emotional and social life too. “I’ll take them tomorrow so say your goodbyes.” She let’s go of her throat and MC is gasping. As the demon rises she looks at the ashes left on the bed. “I am serious about that magic business you know. If you go digging Angels will come for you… They see everything pretty black and white and pick and choose who can use magic.” She leaves the room with that warning and the enthrallment ends. The room spins before MC passes out.

She wakes up late the next morning feeling like absolute shit. She wracks her brain over the night before coming up empty. Until she brushes the ash off her bed.

She bristles and throws herself off her bed. She doesn’t brush her hair or change out of her pjs and she bolts downstairs.

She bursts into the dining room, out of breath, and all five of the boys are in the middle of breakfast and give her a very confused look.

“You’re up awfully late.” James “Geez we’re not gonna eat all the food!” Matthew “What’s up with you?” Sam Her mind races around a million things, all from the previous night. Until her eyes land on Damien. Damien stares at her trying to decipher her thoughts that are running wild. “She’s here.” Damien panic looks at his brothers who are super confused. “Who’s here Damien?” Erik “That succubus… the one whose hand was promised to one of you.” “Excuse me?” James “…” Sam’s sitting in silent rage, his knuckles are white. His eye flash to MC for a second, his anger increasing. “Did she hurt you?” he asks her, calmly, but the anger lingers behind his words. “Uh, no no, she… I mean she threatened to if I told you guys. I think, I think she also took my energy? It’s kind of fuzzy.” MC “She what?!” Sam shouts and it rocks the room. He takes a deep breath and gets up to look at her. The dark circles under her eyes are bad, she’s also rocking on her feet a little. He grabs her arms to settle her, but he can feel her energy. It’s massively low. “She took a lot. How long was she there?” He asks her. “I uh,” She avoids Sam’s intense gaze for a second, looking at Damien behind him before looking back. “I really don’t know. She showed up in the middle of the night and immediately enthralled me. She caught me off guard by burning the notes on my bed.” She says bitterly. “What the fuck.” Sam bites out. He turns to Damien. “She wants to take us back. Back to the Demon Realm…” Damien looks at his brothers in worry. “She’s crazy if she thinks we’re going back with her!” Matthew “She mentioned… stopping a war...? The Demon Lord?” she mumbles thinking “That doesn’t involve us.” Erik “Well she certainly thinks it does. She told me she’s ruin my life, make sure I’d be alone.” MC “That’s not gonna happen.” Sam says in determination. She backs up from Sam, taking a few steps to just breath. “That’s real nice guys, but this, this is just a lot to process right now.” She’s caving in on herself. Erik grabs a chair and lowers her into it. She curls herself in the chair and hugs her knees to her chest. She feels a little defeated and exhausted from supernatural beings trying to kill her. She overhears the boys talking but isn’t registering what they’re saying. She’s lost in her own thoughts, isolating herself. Someone touches her head, patting down her hair, in a soothing fashion. She locks eyes with Sam. “You’re not alone so don’t push us out okay?” he whispers. She nods, her throat still tight. There’s a disruption in the conversation, a summoning circle appears and up comes the succubus from the night before. The group stands their ground, Sam stands in front of MC with Erik, hopefully blocking her from the Succubus.

There's actually not that much left in my notes. I'm still figuring out Diana and the second game. But I can give you what's left (Which is another scene with Sam that I lowkey love) and maybe what the plan is? I think I need to replay it and take some notes ngl

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 45: Break In to Break Out

"What I'm about to show you isn't supposed to exist," Deaton explained. They looked confused as he pulled out a bunch of pictures. He placed the first picture on the table.

"This is the only surviving evidence of Dr. Valack's time as Chief Medical Officer of Eichen House."

"This is fucked…", Sam muttered, looking at the picture.

One person had no skin around his mouth visibly showing teeth.

"To call it human experimentation would be charitable.", Deaton frowned.

Scott took a picture of a woman that was covering her ears and seemed to be yelling in pain. "A Banshee. She died screaming."

The teens watched as he placed a couple more pictures, but these victims had drilled holes in their heads.

"So, he drilled holes into their heads?", Stiles asked. "All of them?"

"That was the experimentation part," Deaton explained. Stiles frowned, concerned. "He did it to Werewolves, Banshees, Wendigos, any creature he could get his hands on. And Valack found that trepanation would initially heighten their powers, but to levels that it couldn't be contained."

"So, he's trying to make Lydia more powerful.", Sam said.

"Yeah. Except she's going to end up like them.", Stiles said. "Worse, actually.", Deaton said. Sam's eyes widened. "How worse?"

"Lydia's abilities were already pretty exceptional, to begin with. Putting a hole in her head will be like causing a leak in a nuclear reactor. She'll hear everything. Every death, every dying scream, all at once.", Deaton explained.

"That's going to kill her.", Scott said, worriedly.

"Not only that…", Deaton started. "Her own dying scream could be so powerful that it might actually kill everyone around her as well.", he said, making everyone shrink with dread.

"There's four steps.", Stiles said, walking them through his plan. "We get into Eichen, we get into the Closed Unit, we get Lydia, get out."

"And we have to do all of this while getting past orderlies," Scott brought up. "Guards, electric door locks, and a Mountain Ash barrier."

"You have a plan for all of that?", Malia questioned.

Stiles held up a pass. "I stole this last night off an orderly."

Sam was ready to scold him, "Stiles–"

"But it's useless 'cause they reset the codes each night.", Stiles explained quickly.

"So why did you take it?", Kira asked.

"I'm getting to that.", Stiles replied.

"The only way to get Lydia out of Eichen is to make that keycard work again.", Scott said.

"How are you going to do that?", Liam asked, and Sam nodded in agreement.

"We're getting to that," Stiles repeated, "Okay, just listen." He turned his computer towards them. "I pulled all the history off the key card. Two weeks ago, there was a brownout and the security system rebooted. During a reboot, all of the key cards revert back to a default code."

"So, if we trigger a reboot…"

"The card goes back to the default code." Liam finished.

"It'll work again."

"Okay, so how're we gonna cause a brownout?", Sam asked.

"That's Kira's part.", Scott said, looking at Kira. "You're going to draw power from the mainline." She looked a bit worried. "But only enough to cause the brownout."

"Not a blackout," Stiles said, firmly. "Do that and you send Eichen into a lockdown which would be bad. Very, very bad."

"There's an electrical room behind the reception counter.", Scott said and pointed to the room on the blueprint. "The main power line goes into two breakers that run power to all of Eichen."

Kira laughed nervously, "Okay, slight problem. I don't know how to do that."

"That's okay." Scott replied. "You have time to practice."

"Okay, let's say all this goes perfectly.", Sam said. "How do we cause a brownout and how does that help us get into the Closed Unit of Eichen?"

"The system takes five minutes to reboot.", Stiles replied. "In that five minutes all the alarms will be turned off and the key card should work."

"Liam, Sam, we'll get Stiles to the gate of the Closed Unit," Scott explained. "But after that, he has to go on his own. We can't get past the Mountain Ash barrier. And when we're gone, all anyone's going to think is that there was a security system reboot caused by a brownout."

Stiles nodded in agreement then looked at all of the rest, "Uh, any questions?"

Liam looked confused, "How do we get into Eichen House in the first place?"

"What's our worst-case scenario?", Malia asked.

"What if I can't do it?", Kira asked worriedly.

"Okay, admittedly, a lot could go wrong," Stiles said.

"Everything could go wrong," Liam said.

"That's why we need to make a good plan.", Sam said, making her friends look at her. "If we don't do this right, we could lose Lydia."

"She's going to die in there tonight," Scott said. "And she might take a lot of innocent people with her."

The next day, Scott, Sam, Stiles and Liam went to prepare for the break-in, while Kira and Malia were practicing at the school instead.

Melissa went to hand out some black body bags to Liam but then handed it to Scott instead. Liam's face dropped slightly.

"Just promise you're not coming back in one of these.", Scott's mom warned them.

"We're coming back with Lydia.", Scott assured.

Melissa nodded and relaxed her shoulders a bit. "Okay."

"We still don't know who's actually doing this." Liam said. "Who the Beast is."

"We'll find out.", Scott reassured.

Melissa grabbed more bags.

"Someone we know?" Liam asked.

"Might be, knowing this town.", Sam said, grabbing some bags from Scott's mom.

"You think he even knows he's doing it?", Liam questioned.

"How are you so sure it's a he?", Melissa asked and practically threw some more black bags at Liam with a glare.

Sam looked between Liam and Melissa before looking at Scott with a raised eyebrow.

He gave a weak smile and mouthed, "Theo." Sam rolled her eyes.

"You still mad at me?", Liam asked, nearly shrinking under the older woman's glare.

"No.", Melissa replied. "But if you try to kill my son again, I'll put you in one of these myself.", she said, making Sam's eyes widen at the underclassman.

Liam took a step backward and Scott looked at his mom with slightly widened eyes. She turned around while Sam gave Scott another questioning, concerned look.

"She's still mad," Liam whispered, looking down.

The next day, the supernatural teens went to school and discussed the plans in the library.

"My Dad's got the lab working on the shoe prints," Stiles said. "But, uh, we're both kind of mystified about how giant clawed werewolf prints turned back into a pair of sneakers."

"Argent said it wouldn't be like anything we've seen before.", Scott said. "Did he say it was going to defy the laws of physics?" Stiles asked.

Sam chuckled. "You know, you can be really dramatic."

The trio stopped as they saw Theo standing by a bookshelf and pretending to look through a book.

Sam immediately felt defensive. "What the fuck is he doing here."

"I still need to graduate, Sammy.", Theo said.

"No. No.", Stiles disagreed. "What you need is to be beaten severely with a lead pipe wrapped in barbed wire…"

Theo cut him off. "Okay, I admit that mistakes were made."

"Murders.", Stiles corrected. "Murders were made."

"Not only that, you drugged me and kidnapped me.", Sam added.

"Technically, Tracy did it.", Theo said before flipping a page in the book he held. "You know how the Soviets helped us win World War II?"

He looked back up at Stiles. Stiles rolled his eyes, not responding. "They knew how to make it through a Russian winter." He looked at Scott expectantly.

"That it?", Stiles asked. "Okay. Thank you, Theo. Very informative."

Stiles pushed his two friends away from Theo but stopped as Theo continued. "If you're planning to break Lydia out of Eichen House, you still need to get past the Mountain Ash."

Stiles crossed his arms. "We can make it through. You can't."

"What do you really want?", Scott asked.

"I know you saw the fresco," Theo replied. The trio looked confused. "Two seriously pissed off creatures, the Hellhound, and the Beast, fighting over a pile of dead bodies. I don't want to be one of the bodies, it's that simple. I can get you to Lydia."

Sam let out a laugh. "Please. You want us to trust you?"

Theo shrugged. "Or we can see who gets her first." He placed the book back onto the shelf and walked away.

Sam shook her head. "I hate him."

"There's no way he knows what Valack's doing.", Stiles said. "Why's he so interested in her?"

"He probably thinks what we're all thinking," Scott said. "That Lydia's got something bigger to do with this. That, maybe, she's the only one who can actually save us."

"How far can we get without the brownout?", Liam asked. Kira practiced, but she blew up the whole grid.

The teens went to Scott's house, figuring out how to get Lydia first. "The front door." Stiles said sarcastically after watching Kira fail multiple times.

"We're going.", Scott replied.

"Scott, we went through boxes of light bulbs," Kira said.

Scott turned to Kira, "It doesn't matter. You can do this."

"Their key card won't work unless there's a reboot.", she said. "And there's no reboot without a brownout."

Scott moved closer to her. "I know you can do this." Scott turned around to look at his friends. "Anyone here thinks she can't?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Not me," Liam answered.

"I was the one who put you in the plan." Stiles reminded him.

Then Stiles looked at Sam and Malia.

"I believe in you.", Sam said, shrugging, and looked at Malia.

"What?", she asked.

"I believe in you too, Kira.", Stiles whispered.

"I'm the one who's going to be locked in an electrical room with her.", Malia said, with furrowed eyebrows. She turned to Kira. "You can do it."

She glared back at Stiles as Scott nodded in approval.

Kira shook her head and looked back at Scott, "You guys are all crazy. We're gonna die."

The teens were placed in body bags, settled in the back of Parrish's cop car. The car suddenly stopped, causing the teens to set themselves straight.

They heard Parrish roll down his window then a few footsteps steps approaching the cop car.

"Delivery to the morgue," Parrish said.

"I don't see you on the list.", someone said.

"You heard about the animal attacks, right?", Parrish asked.

"The hospital ran out of refrigerated drawers and Eichen's got the only other up-to-code morgue in the county.", Parrish said.

"Let's have a look.", the man replied.

"I don't think you want to do that," Parrish warned. "The stench back there almost made me pass out while driving."

"Open the back of the van, please.", the man replied, annoyed.

Parrish sighed and opened his car door and then slammed it shut. The teens froze as the back door opened. A light shone over their bags.

"I'll need to log the names off the toe tags." The man said. "There's significant decomp.", Parrish replied. "They were found in the county tunnels past rigor."

"Open them up, please."

Parrish went on and unzipped the only bag that had an actual dead body inside.

Scott and Liam tried their best not to gag.

The man gagged and Parrish started unzipping Sam's bag really slowly. "No, no.", the man said. "Go, just go."

Appreciatively, the back doors slammed shut.

Parrish entered the car and drove on. After a couple of minutes, the back door opened, and each teen was taken and laid on top of tables.

Once they were left alone, they hurriedly poke their fingers through the zipper and unzipped the bag.

Sam and Liam gasped for air as Stiles glared at Scott. "Never again.", he said, and Sam nodded in agreement.

Scott sighed and nodded in agreement. He looked down at his phone. "Fifteen minutes," Scott said. "Starting now."

Stiles rushed to get out of his bag and fell. "Ow."

The three werewolves just shook their heads and got out of their bags.

Scott and Sam ran to the door and pressed their ears against it. They heard footsteps getting nearby, but then slowly faded away.

They stepped away as Scott opened the door and rushed out of the room with them.

They crept down some hallways and all jumped back as they saw some of the staff waiting by the door at the end of the other hall.

"What the hell are they doing here?", Sam whispered.

"I don't know," Stiles replied. "Their rounds should've ended five minutes ago." He leaned a bit forward to see what was going on.

"I can take them," Liam said, bravely.

"We're not doing shit unless we have to.", Sam shot down. She shrugged. "Well… I could knock them out."

"No. No one is taking anyone.", Scott scolded.

"How much time?", Stiles whispered.

Scott took out his phone. He sighed. "Three minutes."

"I'll just knock them out and hide their bodies," Liam said, making Sam look at him with wide eyes. Stiles looked at him and shook his head. "Oh, my God, please stop."

They jumped at the sound of a loud thud and saw a patient appeared in his room. His door was transparent as he glared at the teen in front of him and pressed himself against the glass.

"Did you take the doctor?", the patient asked. He looked their age or at least younger than them. Liam frowned. "What?", he whispered.

"Did you take the doctor?", the patient asked again.

Scott glanced over at the staff and leaned back.

"I haven't had my medication. I need ten milligrams at 8 am, 15 milligrams at 1 pm, and no more than 20 at dinner.", the patient said.

"We'll get the doctor," Scott whispered.

"Dr. Fenris.", the patient replied. "Dr. Fenris." Then he started sobbing. "They took Dr. Fenris." He slammed his hand against the glass window, making the teens jump.

The patient continued slamming both of his hands repeatedly. "I haven't had my medication. I need to see the doctor. They took Dr. Fenris." He slammed his hands once more.

"Hey, somebody shut him up," Stiles said, annoyed.

"I need to see the doctor."

"Shut him up," Stiles said, looking at Scott.

They watched as Scott's eyes turned red. He let out a low growl at the patient.

The guy's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back. The staff opened a side door and left, making the teens let out a simultaneous sigh.

Stiles motioned them to follow him. They ran down to the small door at the end of the hallway. Suddenly, the emergency lights turned on.

"She did it.", Liam said, astonished. "Kira did it."

"Five minutes to get to Lydia," Scott said. They made it to the door and Stiles grabbed the handle but paused in shock.

The card reader wasn't there.

"Where's the card reader?", Stiles asked. They looked around the door. "It should be here. It has to be here."

"They must have taken it out when the Dread Doctors got through," Scott said, frustrated.

"We came here for nothing?", Sam asked.

Liam shook his head, "We don't need a key." He looked at Sam and Scott. "Not if we can break it down."

The three werewolves started pushing on the door.

"There's no way this thing is this strong. Why can't we just ram it?", Sam asked.

"Guys, we're running out of time," Stiles said. The werewolves stopped, realizing the sudden weakness.

"We can't.", Scott told him. "The Mountain Ash. It's too much."

"Hit me.", Liam whispered to Scott.

"What?", Scott asked, confused. Liam turned around to him.

"Hit me." He repeated. "I'll get angry then I'll get stronger."

Scott looked at Sam and Stiles confused. Stiles encouraged him. "Hit him." Scott looked at him with concerned eyes. "Hit him!"

"I tried to take your powers." Liam told Scott. "I tried to kill you. Hit me!"

Stiles instigated. "He also left you for dead."

"I wanted you dead!", Liam said angrily then Scott threw him a punch straight into his face.

Liam groaned in pain. "Do it again.", he said, looking at Scott. Scott punched him once more. Liam yelled in pain.

"It's gotta be harder than that.", Stiles said.

"Do it!", Liam yelled. "Do it!"

"Yeah!", Stiles encouraged, then Scott threw another punch, growling. Liam yelled in pain and huffed. Both boys were angry now.

"You angry?", Scott asked. Liam looked back at him, his eyes glowing with golden anger.

"Let's do this.", Sam said and then they pushed at the door once more, finally clattering off of its hinges.

Stiles went ahead and Scott shook his head, "Only two minutes."

"We're never going to get through," Scott said. "We have to. If something happens to Stiles, we won't be able to get to Lydia.", Sam said and started pushing against the invisible barrier.

"There's Mountain Ash in half of the building, Sam." Scott said, groaning. "The key card doesn't work anymore,"

"Scott, are you or are you not the true alpha?", Sam pressed, looking at him with hardened eyes. Scott frowned and walked next to her, pushing against the barrier.

The older werewolves let out a groan as they shoved against the barricade that flashed a blue light.

"You've gotten through it before, though, right?", Liam asked.

Scott huffed, wrapping an arm around his side. "Ah, it was a life-or-death situation," Scott said.

"Scott, this is a life-or-death situation. Literally.", Sam said, continuing to push against the barrier.

"Stiles and Lydia had five minutes to get in and out.", Liam whispered. "It's been almost ten. The reboot's over."

"And then there are the four security guards," Liam said, looking behind them.

"What guards?", Scott asked, gaining Sam's attention. Scott turned around and they saw four guards coming their way.

The guards looked furious, and each held an electrical baton.

Shit.

Just before a guard could swing on them, Sam knocked one of them to the side by their shadow, groaning and panting softly in sudden fatigue.

The mountain ash was stronger than she thought.

Another guard slammed his baton into her, and it electrocuted her. Sam fell to the ground as well as Scott and Liam, while the guards managed to hold them down on the ground and electrocuted them.

The supernatural teens let out yells of pain as the guards pressed their batons into them further. Scott's eyes brightened in red as he looked at Sam and Liam. Their eyes brightened as well as they got up and fought the guards off.

The three werewolves huffed, and Scott looked at his betas. “Let’s go get Lydia.”

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Stars Align: Chapter 19

“Let go of me you, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Cait screamed into Sam’s face, feeling her vocal cords straining, and seeing fire in his eyes.

“YE FOUTH-MOUTHED BITCH! YOU’LL NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!” Sam bit back, as he squeezed her arm so tight it made her eyes water, aggressively pulling her toward him, screaming so close that their noses bumped.

Sam felt that immediate pang of concern and worry in his gut. He was worried he had been too rough with her, as he was lost in the rage of James Fraser. They had both experienced this scene before, so it wasn’t new territory. This very scene, being the scene done at their chemistry test, where they first met.

However, it was different, and a little unsettling. They both discussed beforehand that this is a particular scene that they absolutely can’t back away from. On the contrary, they had to give it their all, tear each other to pieces. This being Claire and Jamie’s first fight, it’s a scene that shows just how passionate and fierce they both are, and more importantly, that Jamie and Claire are just like any other couple, who are going to experience bumps in the road along the way. They wanted to do it justice.

“Cut!” was the director’s instruction. The scene had ended and finished, with Cait snuggled against a crouched Sam.

Cait hesitantly moved off Sam’s body and faced him, smiling. A smile that said, ‘we did it’.

Sam reciprocated that same acknowledging smile, then moved to stand up, holding his hand out to her. She took it and he easily pulled her to her feet.

“Good job everybody. Have a great Valentine’s Day weekend, and we’ll see you bright and early on Monday!” Richard beamed at all the actors.

The cars were going to arrive in fifteen minutes, so Sam and Cait sat on a damp log together, sipping their steaming, black coffees that were just handed to them by staff. Sam helped Cait slip into the thick parka, provided by Starz, after he’d put on his own.

Cait made a shivering sound, as she snuggled into her parka, “thanks babe,” she said in a low voice, nudging Sam discretely, wishing she could curl up in his lap.

Sam smiled sweetly down at her. “How do you think that went? To be honest, for me…it felt unsettling…kind of. I know we’ve done that scene before, maybe not as intense as today, but…” Sam shrugged a shoulder and looked down at his lap, not sure how to continue.

“We weren’t in love when we did it before,” Cait nodded, understanding where Sam was going, “so it didn’t mean as much, right? We were just two strangers who could deliver any sort of feeling or action, and it had no impact.”

“Yeah, exactly Cait. I know it’s just acting, and I try not to break out of that psyche of being just immersed in the character, but I couldn’t help but do so today. Screaming in your face, pulling, and grabbing you so aggressively. Did I hurt your arm?” Sam asked, frantically trying to take Cait’s arm out of her jacket sleeve.

Cait smiled and rolled her eyes, “don’t worry about it,” she reassured, squeezing his knee.

“Oh, I did, didn’t I? Cait, I’m sorry. I was just in the moment, I was –”

“Doing your job, as an amazing actor that you are,” Cait stated assertively, “Sam, what did we say? We said we were going to give this scene our everything, tear each other to shreds, pretty much, because that’s how Jamie and Claire were in this scene, in the book. Don’t fall into the trap of letting your real emotions affect your acting. You have nothing to worry about. The bruises will heal,” Cait giggled.

Sam tutted once, his face still ridden with guilt, “well, I’m still sorry. I’ll remember to kiss it better later,” Sam whispered, a little too seductively.

“I think…I think it would’ve been a bit less…jarring if we’d already had a fight of our own. Something we could maybe draw energy from, feed off. But we haven’t, and today…just forcing myself to feel those emotions towards you, having to handle you so roughly, for a second, it felt like it was you and me. It’s stupid, I know. I just, I don’t want that to really happen between us,” Sam explained quietly, looking away.

Cait squeezed his forearm, “I understand what you mean. It’s also new, but Claire and Jamie have quite a few heated fights, so it’ll be easier next time. I think this is just a hurdle we needed to overcome. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I think we did so well today. We both dug really deep and connected with our characters. Even though you felt those things behind the acting today, I’m proud of you for not letting it make you miss a beat. Really Sam, you were amazing,” Cait complimented, refusing to move her hand from his forearm.

Sam shrugged and smiled shyly, “well, Caitriona Balfe, you were pretty phenomenal yourself,” he put his hand over hers and gently squeezed.

Cait looked over to the other men, checking their proximity to them. Then she leant in and whispered, “you do know that we’re eventually going to have a fight, right? We’re around each other all day, most days, so it’s going to happen eventually. It’s normal, hon.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Cait,” Sam pleaded, his crystal eyes slanted with sadness.

Cait quickly turned towards him and huffed out a small laugh, “Sam, just because we fight doesn’t automatically mean we break up. Silly,” she chuckled, gently whacking his knee.

“But…if we end up fighting all the time, then…?” Sam searched Cait’s face for desperately needed reassurance.

“Hey, I think we’re really good at giving each other space to do our own thing, after a long day at work. Space is important, especially in our situation. And communication is a big one. I swear, most fights could be avoided if couples just learnt to communicate. For you and me, I think we’re pretty good at that too. I’m comfortable expressing to you what’s on my mind, and you obviously feel the same, since you just told me what you were feeling during the scene today,” Cait encouraged, touching his knee again, cautious of the prying eyes from the rest of the Highlanders.

Sam looked into her eyes and held them for a few seconds after she stopped talking. Then a smile spread across his mouth, then reached his eyes, much to Cait’s relief.

Sam nodded and exhaled, “oh, Cait, you’re right. You’re so very wise. I’m a lucky man,” he nudged her cheekily.

Cait giggled, then heard the other men call out to her and Sam, as the cars had arrived. Sam helped Cait off the log, and they reluctantly walked to their separate cars.

After arriving back at the trailers and studio, Ron approached them.

“If you want to come into the studio, we’ll get you to film a quick, 20 second video, just wishing the fans a Happy Valentine's Day. If that’s alright?” Ron asked.

Sam and Cait happily agreed. They took a few minutes to read their line and commit it to memory, before stepping in front of the camera.

They stood very close to one another, and Sam took advantage and put his arm around her waist. Cait delivered her line effortlessly, and then Sam followed. Although, he added his own improv right at the very end, that made Cait both shy and giggle. Sam’s line was “and we hope that you find your very own sassenach”, but he purposely looked at Cait and smiled cheekily, as he has found his very own sassenach. After it was shot, Sam did feel a split second of panic that it would make Ron suspicious.

“Great! All done, that was good. Thank you, guys. I just wanted to let you know that Terry and I are hosting a Valentine's Day dinner, tomorrow night at Ghillie Dhu, in Edinburgh. Seven o’clock. All Outlander cast is welcome to come and bring plus ones. Will you see you both there?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” Sam and Cait agreed in unison, and then giggled awkwardly.

“Great, see you tomorrow night. It’s nothing too fancy, just go smart-casual,” Ron suggested, “have a good night. Rest up.”

9:55pm and there was a knock at Sam’s trailer door. He swung it open immediately and pulled a fluffy robe-wrapped Cait inside. He pulled the door shut, then brought Cait into his chest. She rested her cheek just below his collarbone and wrapped her arms around his waist. He rubbed her back tenderly for a few moments, before she looked up at him, stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands held her waist as their mouths crashed together. Starting slow and gentle at first, before developing into tongues furiously dancing and stroking, and teeth biting any lip they could catch. Not letting go, Sam walked Cait backwards into his room, then stopped as they neared the end of the bed. Still holding her mouth with his, he released her arse from his tight grip, to undo the ties of her fluffy robe. Once undone, he moved his hands to the collar of the robe and pushed it apart and down off her shoulders. It slipped to the floor in a heavy heap. Sam would’ve been totally absorbed in the fact that Cait was completely naked underneath, if his eyes weren’t caught by the large splodges of purple-blue on both of her upper arms. His countenance immediately turned sallow, as he gently inspected each bruise. He furrowed his brows, and his mouth went rigid. Cait froze, not knowing what to say or how to act.

“Cait…I am…so sorry. This is bad…it must be fucking sore,” he said in anguish, unbelievably angry at himself.

“No, it looks worse than it actually is. I’m fine, I promise. It doesn’t hurt. Sam, please look at me,” Cait softly pleaded, touching his cheek.

Sam huffed out, then met her eyes, “I’m sorry, baby. I thought I might have left a mark, but this is…far worse than I imagined.”

“It’s fine, it’ll fade,” Cait insisted, then pushed her naked boobs up against his still clothed chest, “now, didn’t you promise to kiss it better, hmm?” she teased, seductively.

His rigid expression broke then, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, “that I did.”

He gently eased her backwards and sat her down at the edge of the bed. He knelt between her legs, leant in, and kissed her on the chest, above her heart beating. He took one hand and pushed a kiss into her knuckles, then continued soft and slow kisses over her wrist, up her forearm, over her elbow, until he reached the sore spot of deep indigo. Very carefully, he skimmed his lips over the deep colours, placing feather-light kisses all around her arm. Taking a detour over to the next arm, he slid his tongue over her collarbones, while his large hands were squeezing higher and higher up her thighs. Cait felt as though she was going to fall backwards, so she gripped onto his strong, broad shoulders, leaning her head backwards to give him more access. Her chest was rising and falling quicker as Sam found her nipples, and then spiralled his tongue up over her neck. His nipped gently at the nook between her shoulder and neck, making Cait jolt and whimper softly. That sound made his cock twitch. He found her other shoulder and kissed down the narrow slope, coming to the other patch of bruised skin. His mouth apologised ever so gently, and he could feel the goosebumps springing up on Cait’s skin. He kissed back up the side of her neck, grazed his teeth along the extra sensitive spot under her ear, then made his way back to her mouth. He could feel her pulse beating rapidly, and she clawed at him to pull him closer. Answering her needs, he grabbed her arse and lifted her off the bed. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, as if by instinct. He knelt onto the bed, still holding her, and edged closer to the top. He then leant forward and let her fall onto the pile of soft pillows. She giggled and pulled him down on top of her. She peeled his clothing off as fast as she could, amongst the writhing of their bodies, and finished their night off in a tangle of sweaty limbs, and euphoric bliss.

On Saturday morning, at 7am, Cait was dozing and felt a soft touch on the tip of her nose, followed by a pleasant smell. She furrowed her brows slightly and prepared to open her eyes. When they lazily opened, she blinked a few times until her vision came into focus. Sam was kneeling next to her side of the bed, holding a large bouquet of red and white roses close to her face. Cait smiled and pulled herself up.

“Oh my god, Sam,” her eyes lit up at just how large the bouquet was.

“Yeah, this sucker was hard to hide,” he teased, holding the bouquet out to her.

She took it, a cheesy grin spread across her face, and bent her head into the roses, inhaling deeply.

“Mm, they’re divine,” she expressed, admiring each and every beautiful, large rose.

Sam smiled lopsidedly and then pulled out a pretty, shiny gold box in the shape of a heart. He held it out to her.

“Belgian chocolates as well, of course,” he grinned.

Cait let out a little squeal of excitement and took the box.

“Thank you, darling!” she beamed, leaning forward for a kiss.

She didn’t dare linger too long on his delicious mint-scented mouth, as her teeth were unbrushed, and it made her self-conscious.

“Happy first Valentine’s Day, beautiful,” he breathed against her mouth, pecking her lips once more.

He pulled out a card in a bright red envelope and slipped it into her hand.

“Aww, happy first Valentine’s Day to you, my honey,” she kissed the tip of his nose, eagerly ripping into the envelope. The front of the card was two Tatty Bears, one was handing a heart to the other. She grinned at it, and her heart beat a little harder as she opened the card.

To my beautiful, talented, big-hearted Cait,

Happy first Valentine’s Day! I’m a lucky man to be spending not just this day with you, but every day. Getting cast on this show has been the best thing that’s happened to me, because it brought me to you.

You mean a lot to me, Cait. I think you’re really special, inside and out.

My heart is yours; I love you with every single inch of it.

Love Sam XOXOXOXOXOXO

After she finished reading it, she looked up at Sam with an emotional crinkle to her brow. She held him by the back of his neck and pushed his mouth onto hers. She felt Sam smile into the kiss.

“You’re such a sweetheart. I have something for you too,” a smirk played on her mouth.

“Ooh,” his eyes went wide, and he wiggled his eyebrows.

Cait giggled and slid out of bed. She walked over to the other side of his bed and bent down. She reached for a rather large, thin rectangular box. She carried it back over to the side of the bed where Sam was still kneeling. She handed him the black box, with a black satin ribbon tied on one corner. In silver writing, the box said, ‘Quality Whiskey Chocolates’. Sam’s eyes lit up.

“Oh my god, you didn’t,” he excitedly opened the box.

Cait giggled again, watching every reaction.

His eyes went even wider, if that was possible, when he looked at the tiny foiled-wrapped whiskey bottles, of all different types. The bottom of the lid held pictures of the chocolates with the type of whiskey labelled under each one.

“Ah, they look so good! My two favourite things. Thank you, baby!” he held her chin and gave her a lingering kiss.

He felt her mirror his actions and slip a card into his hand. He looked down at the black envelope that had his name written all fancy, in silver pen. He tore the back open in one smooth motion and slid the card out. The front was personalised. It was a photo of the two of them in Hyde Park, the very first photo they took together. Sam had a look of complete awe and was about to ask Cait how she did it.

Cait chuckled at his reaction and shook her head, “I’ll show you after.”

Sam stroked her leg and opened the card, a small smile on his lips.

Sweetheart Sam,

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. What a whirlwind this last five months has been! I’m grateful for every single moment, every single experience that I’ve been able to spend with you. You make me so happy that my face hurts, and I only hope I make you feel the same way. I think you’re ridiculously talented, and ridiculously handsome, BUT what I love about you is your humbleness, your kindness towards everyone you meet, and how you’re a ridiculous human being who makes me laugh harder than I thought possible. Not so funny for our crew who have to keep retaking shots due to us corpsing, but we have a good time. We always have a good time.

You make me really happy (I know I already said that, but it’s true). I’m so grateful for you.

I love you, Sam. More than you’ll ever know.

Love Cait xoxo

“Aww, come here you adorable thing!” Sam beamed as he closed the card.

He put it on the bed and swiftly pulled Cait to him by her arms. Their mouths crashed together, and Sam stood up and pushed Cait down onto her back. She pushed against his chest and pulled her mouth off his, knowing exactly what was coming.

Cait covered her mouth, “Sam can I just–”

“Shh,” he interrupted, handing the breath freshener to her.

She gave him a slightly uncertain look but sprayed it into her mouth six times and swished it around her mouth until it burnt. She swallowed and her throat burnt equally as hard. Her eyes watered, and before she could cough, Sam’s tongue was in her mouth, sliding around the minty surfaces. She responded with her own tongue, and things moved quickly. Cait was already naked, but the little amount of clothes Sam was wearing were discarded within a couple of heartbeats. After devouring each other’s bodies with their mouths, Sam was standing at the ready, ready to become one with her. After the outpouring of written love, they had both just experienced, every thrust, every movement was slow, eye contact was held. They shared a breath until they both broke and succumbed to complete ecstasy. It wasn’t a race to an orgasm; it was about experiencing each other in a brand-new way. It was about a new connection that had formed between them.

“I love you,” Sam whispered, dragging his fingertips up and down Cait’s arm.

“I love you,” Cait smiled into his chest.

“It’s a shame that we won’t be able to do anything alone tonight…but it would be hard for us to sneak away…and it would’ve been suspicious if we had both said no to Ron’s invitation for tonight…” Sam considered, running his fingers through some of her curls.

Cait lifted her head up off his chest and positioned herself, so her face was close to his.

“Who says we won’t be doing anything alone tonight?” she whispered seductively, sliding her hand along the side of his neck and caressing her nose against his.

“Hm,” he smiled, “oh don’t you worry, I was planning on having you with me tonight. Alone,” he stroked her back up and down, before taking hold of her bottom lip and gently biting down.

“Good,” she pressed a kiss onto his mouth, then his cheek, before she slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Sam followed her and leant against the door frame while she brushed her teeth.

“Do you want some breakfast? I’ll go get some.” Sam offered.

“Mm…I always like to save my appetite when I’m going to be eating out, so I think I’ll crack into some of my chocolate, and then not eat until tonight. I don’t recommend you do the same though,” Cait chuckled.

Sam smiled and shook his head, “bad idea. I’d lose all self-control and eat all of them at once. I don’t think Ron would appreciate it if I turned up shitfaced.”

Cait giggled, “agreed.”

Sam headed back into the bedroom to throw on some jeans and a long-sleeve shirt.

“Alright babe, I’ll be back in a minute,” he leant down and kissed the top of Cait’s head, as she was washing her face.

“I love you,” Cait gurgled.

“I love you too,” Sam said on his way out the door.

Twenty minutes later, Sam returned with his extra-large vegetable omelette, and two black coffees.

Cait was sitting upright against a bunch of pillows, wrapped in her robe, script in front of her face, and the box of chocolates in her lap.

He placed his omelette down on the little dining table, then walked into his bedroom. He took the script off her and replaced it with a coffee.

“Mm, thank you,” she shut her eyes and sipped.

“None of this,” he wiggled her script in his hand, “not today. You relax. We’ll get to it tomorrow.”

“I thought I’d be productive while you were gone. Did you see any of the cast down there?” Cait inquired, popping another chocolate in her mouth.

“No one, it’s dead out there. But it is Valentine’s Day, everyone’s probably quite busy,” he winked seductively.

Cait snickered and took another sip of her coffee. She picked up her phone and started scrolling. Sam came back in with his omelette and sat next to her on the bed, propped up against the pillows.

They spent the next six hours just relaxing, being together. They were both trying to mentally prepare for the night ahead, knowing their self-control was going to be tested in a new setting.

6:55pm and Sam got out of his Uber, dressed in navy blue chinos, dark brown leather boots, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He instinctively looked around to see if Cait had arrived yet, but in the sea of Outlander cast standing outside the restaurant, he didn’t see her. He took a patient breath and walked towards the crowd. As usual, Gary Lewis started a roaring cheer to acknowledge Sam’s presence. Sam was loved by all the cast and was great friends with all of them already.

As Sam was hugging and shaking everyone’s hand, he heard another roar come from Gary Lewis.

“Woo! Caitriona Balfe! Ye look stunning!” Gary cheered.

Sam, too quickly, turned around to see Cait smiling shyly and stepping out of her Uber. She was the last to arrive. She smoothed her sleek hair that was down, straightened and parted in the middle. She was wearing a black, long-sleeve cropped shirt with a deep V neck, a high-waisted, black skirt that came halfway down her thigh, black stockings, and black high-heeled boots that came just over her knee.

Sam swallowed deeply as he watched her walk towards the crowd, smiling and waving. He snapped out of it and put on a friendly smile. Cait was hugging everyone one-by-one and getting closer and closer to him. His heart was beating rapidly as he could smell her all too familiar perfume.

“Hi Graham!” Cait greeted and leant in for a hug.

“Hi Sam,” she said a little too breathlessly, with a flirtatious glimmer in her eye.

“Hey, Cait,” Sam beamed, and tried to be discrete in his squeeze as they briefly hugged.

Everyone began to walk inside and were shown to the largest table at the back. Sam purposely and slyly manoeuvred himself so that he was walking directly behind Cait, so he would be seated next to her at the table. Lotte was on the other side of Cait, and Graham was on the other side of Sam. Sam was both pleased and relieved that he scored a spot next to her, even though it was also going to be difficult being so close and not being able to touch her.

‘She smells incredible and looks so fucking sexy. Self-control for the next four hours, then you can unleash once back in the trailer,’ Sam reminded himself.

Cait let out a breath knowing that she was going to be next to Sam. It made it easier, somehow. If he had been sitting opposite her or at the other end of the table, she would be going out of her mind wanting to jump on him.

‘Alright, good. He’s next to me, I can accidently bump my knee into his or touch his hand when picking up my fork. At least I’ll be able to have some contact with him. Thank god. I can’t wait until later, he looks so good I just want to rip those buttons open and– woah woah calm fucking down! Breathe. Later,’ Cait tried to discretely take a deep breath, and sipped her water.

Dinner was an entire three-course meal, and lots of red wine had been poured. There was talking, laughter, banter. It was just a great, comfortable atmosphere. They really were all becoming one big family.

Three hours later and Cait felt Tobias Menzies touch her shoulder. He was standing between her, and Sam. Cait looked to her side and caught the side of Tobias’ face. Sam was inspecting him as closely as he could.

“Care to dance, Cait?” Tobias asked.

“Oh, uh…” Cait looked toward the dancefloor and saw that Ron and Terry, and Lotte and her boyfriend were dancing already, “sure, Toby.”

Cait moved her chair backwards and stood up. She briefly caught Sam’s eye and saw him smiling a little too stiffly to be believable.

Cait walked to the dancefloor with Tobias, and he awkwardly placed his hand on her waist and took her other hand. He kept a respectable distance between their pelvises, which Cait was grateful for. Tobias was a gentleman. They chatted and laughed while stepping side to side and around in circles.

Sam remained at the table, half talking to Graham and Duncan, and half watching Cait, and Tobias’ hands. He hoped he wasn’t making it too obvious, but Graham and Duncan didn’t seem suspicious.

After Tobias, Cait danced with Gary.

“I might ask Cait to dance, what about you?” Graham asked Sam suddenly, kind of shocking him.

“Uh…yeah, maybe…I mean, if she’s not too tired,” Sam responded, trying to remain aloof.

Graham chuckled and nudged Sam’s arm. He stood up and made his way toward the dancefloor.

As soon as the song Graham and Cait were dancing too was coming to an end, Sam made a beeline towards Cait.

“May I cut in?” Sam asked, smiling sweetly at Cait only.

Cait giggled, “you may,” Cait nodded.

“Go for it, lad,” Graham slapped Sam on the shoulder playfully.

As luck would have it, an extra slow song began to play. A song that gave permission for dance couples to bring their bodies closer, as dancing very slowly while far apart was quite awkward. Sam pulled Cait in as close as he could without drawing attention and willed his hand to stay in the middle of her back and not slide downwards. Cait held his hand firmly, never wanting to let go, and held the broad, strong muscle of his shoulder. They both knew it would be dangerous to look at each other and talk, being this close, so they rested their faces lightly against each other’s.

Lotte was in a hugging position, dancing with her boyfriend, with her arms wrapped around his neck. Her eye caught Sam and Cait. Cait had her back facing Lotte, but she could see Sam just fine. Sam briefly shut his eyes and turned his face inward and nuzzled into Cait’s hair. Lotte quickly averted her eyes and smiled to herself.

Cait felt the little nuzzle of Sam’s nose in her straight hair and a small smile played on her lips. She lightly stroked her thumb over Sam’s hand in acknowledgement.

Before the song had even completely finished, Cait saw a blur of long, blonde hair behind Sam’s back. Cait stepped away from Sam as she felt him stop moving.

“Would you like to dance, Sam?” Nell asked Sam hopefully, with begging puppy dog eyes.

“Uh…okay Nell,” Sam gave her a nod and a small smile.

Cait smiled at Nell as friendly as she could, then made her way back to the table, relieved she wasn’t asked to dance again.

Cait sat down and Lotte sat down a couple of seconds after. They smiled at each other and began a conversation.

Nell attempted to place both hands on Sam’s shoulders, but Sam took one of her hands and bent it outwards, in a normal dance position. This caught Cait’s eye, and Lotte also followed her glance and looked back towards the dancefloor.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Cait asked quickly, knowing she had been busted.

Lotte didn’t mention anything, it wasn’t the time nor the place, so continued with their conversation, but noticed every little flicker of Cait’s eyes back towards the dancefloor.

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Top 5 CritRole episodes!

Okay, SO!! Sorry this took so long and that I ended up writing just way too much. I got a few different variations of this question a while ago, and it took a bit to think about. CR episodes are honestly so long, it just leaves me with too much I want to say.

I’m sticking with just Campaign 2 episodes to help narrow this down a bit. Also, this is really just me rambling about how much I love the Nein and especially Molly. So:

5) Episode 1: Curious Beginnings. I watched that stream live and it just made me so happy and excited and I don’t think anything else got me invested so quickly. I’d heard of Critical Role before, tried to watch a few episodes of Campaign 1 but kept feeling a little lost at first. Decided to try again with the premiere of C2, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it.

Everyone’s characters meeting for the first time was so much fun and Matt putting on the whole fantastical circus show was just magical. Pretty sure I fell for Mollymauk the very second Taliesin started speaking, and that’s my own fault. I don’t know, early C2 and that first episode especially just have a certain charm to me, it really drew me into the story and made me feel for these characters. All of them being outcasts also made them very endearing to me. They were fun and scrappy and (mostly) untrusting, and still they all came crashing into each other, and it felt like they belonged together.

After that, I kept watching all the other episodes live until one day when I couldn’t because something else came up--that ended up being episode 26. I literally could not make this up. Very first time I ever missed an episode, but found out what happened later that night and could not bring myself to watch CR again for several months. Absolutely hit me out of nowhere and broke my heart.

4) Episode 86: The Cathedral. I love Yasha, I really do. And this is one of those episodes that reminds me why. Beau just saying, “Long time no see,” when Yasha stalks up to her, still trying to just talk to her friend even though she can’t hear her. That devastating crit. Ashley being so upset that she has to keep attacking Beau even after she falls, Matt saying, “It evokes imagery that you’ve seen once before,” and Marisha just going, “Molly...” Yasha crying when she lands that blow and then walks away from Beau.

Lightning shattering all the stained glass windows as Yasha falls to the floor with such a cathartic scream when she’s finally freed. Caduceus being the one to dispel Obann’s control and then stabilizing Beau in the same turn, because Grave Clerics are unbelievable. Yasha finally being free again after so long, knowing that she was saved by her family.

And really, there’s something so haunting and fitting about the imagery of Yasha ripping Obann’s wings off in front of shattered stained glass. We know how much earning her wings means to Yasha, so this punishment really feels like one of the most thematically compelling instances of How Do You Want To Do This. I think it also feels extra special because not only is Yasha back, but we finally get Ashley back. And I love it. Taliesin just throwing an arm around her and going, “Fuck some shit up!!” is one of my favorite things.

Also!! This whole combat is wild. Caleb crashing through the stained glass window on his cat’s paw in the most cinematic way, and then tumbling down off the claws and falling to the floor because he is still a squishy little wizard with no athletics. That moment when Obann charms Beau and she just thinks of meditating at the sea in Nicodranas, using Stillness of Mind to break free through sheer force of will.

The fact that we finally get to see Pumat fighting!! Taliesin and Liam simultaneously screaming, “Pumat Swole!!” Veth being charmed for like half the episode and how absolutely hilariously Sam plays it. I also think Veth had a very cool HDYWTDT too, when she draws her crossbow and the Traveler’s hand reaches out to correct her aim just a bit, helping her strike the cultist down. It’s just one of those little things that shows how everyone’s gods really looked out for the party. Then there’s the Inevitable Friend phasing in and out and haunting the whole battle, which I just think is very fun.

3) Episode 111: New Homes and Old Friends. WIDOGAST’S NASCENT NINE SIDED TOWER!! Liam narrating so much of the episode, taking his friends on a tour of this lovingly handcrafted gift he’d been working on for so long just for them. The way Caleb catered it to everyone’s personalities so well, the care and thought and love he poured into all of it, because creativity in magic is how Caleb expresses himself.

The Nein were all just so moved by Caleb’s kind and attentive nature, all of them so grateful for this new home. There’s so many cute little moments, like Jester cuddling with all the cats. Or Fjord saying that everything in his room is just perfect, except, “Could I make a small request? Critique? The hammock was amazing. Could you make it sway as if I was in a boat? It was the only thing that was missing.”

Mollymauk’s stained glass mural is one of the first things that you see after you really enter the tower. The pain in Caleb’s voice when he says he’s been planning this since half the party was taken by the Iron Shepherds. The knowledge that he wanted to build a shelter and home for all of them, a place where they could always feel safe at night.

How much it hurts to see that Caleb still isn’t ready to extend that same love to himself; the way he waits for everyone to fall asleep so he can sit in a replica of the room where he was tortured, still thinking about Astrid and Wulf and Trent and everything he’s endured until now. It’s another reminder of how Caleb will always carry these scars, and how badly he just wants to rebuild the life he lost.

And of course, we have the Eyes of Nine. It’s just fascinating watching the Mighty Nein unravelling the trail Lucien and the Tomb Takers left behind. Marisha is such a voracious notetaker and she really gets so excited with her theories throughout the episode.

I also love the part where they find out that Cree no longer works for the Gentleman, when they collect on all their blood vials and Beau just says, “We want that one that’s labeled Mollymauk.” I remember that moment gave me chills the first time I watched it. I don’t know, I just really love seeing Beau do detective work and collecting all her notes and the look of absolute horror on Caleb’s face when she tears out a page from this book at the Cobalt Soul. I could just watch a whole miniseries that’s just Beau solving weird mysteries.

Then there’s the question of whether or not to visit Mollymauk. Jester had offered to bring Caleb’s parents back before, and while he thinks that isn’t possible (maybe because he doesn’t have their bodies??). He does ask if Jester could bring back Mollymauk instead. “I have a foolish question, perhaps...Jester, you only just asked me about potentially bringing my mother and father back. While not possible, because we have no--well. It’s not possible. But if he still lies at rest where we left him, is it possible...?”

That alone just breaks my heart, because we know reuniting with his parents is what Caleb wants most of all. And while he believes it just isn’t possible under the circumstances, that he just can’t have that right now--he does dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, he can still bring back someone else that he lost.

And he’s so driven and just excited at the thought, at the hope, “It could be a reunion,” that Jester actually takes him aside and gently tells him why everyone else is so hesitant to bring Molly back; trying her best to manage his expectations and make him understand why the rest of the Nein aren’t pushing for this like he is. “Caleb? I think one of the reasons why some of us are...a little hesitant to go talk to Molly, is because it is a little painful, to do that. So, that’s maybe why Beau is...is holding back on that, I think. Just so you know...But it’s important.” “I think so.”

How anxious Beau and Yasha are about the thought of visiting Mollymauk, how both of them especially have been dreading this moment. Beau reaching out to hold her hand because she knows Yasha still aches with grief. Veth wanting to check the grave, but promising to be careful, to try and not disturb Mollymauk if his body is still there.

The anticipation steadily building throughout this entire episode and finally leading up to this--to everyone’s blood running cold when Veth gently disrupts the grave site and realizes something’s very wrong. Caleb immediately dropping down to his knees and saying, “I’m going to hell anyway,” and just clawing away at the dirt. The implication that Caleb believes he himself is already doomed, and has no qualms about whatever he has to do to try and reach Mollymauk. Everyone looking on in disbelief, the grave getting dug up more and more, until they know for sure it’s empty.

Jester scrying one last time and seeing Lucien in the snow with a smile on his face. Everyone screaming and pointing fingers at Taliesin and how absolutely chaotic that whole cliffhanger is. Taliesin being so smug and excited even though he’s completely in the dark about what Matt’s plotting and honestly doesn't know anything.

I’d love this episode if it was just Caleb’s tower showing his love for the rest of the Nein, or just the grave being empty--that rush of adrenaline and sudden hope of possibility. But it’s both of those things combined with the fact that Caleb of all people is the one most driven to return to Molly’s grave, the one who keeps asking if they can bring him back.

2) Episode 14: Fleeting Memories. I feel like this one has to have a high spot purely for how many times I’ve rewatched it and the kind of impact it had on me. We find out so many interesting things about Mollymauk’s backstory--just enough to make it all the more gutting when we lose him so soon. But there’s so much about his personality in that Zone of Truth scene that really stuck with me, that makes it clear the exact kind of person he is. A number of Mollymauk lines that I will never be over:

In response to Caleb asking, “Are you a good guy?” the absolute sincerity of, “I’d like to think so.”

“Can you imagine what it would feel like to not remember anything that happened to you so far?...It’s very freeing. It’s the best thing--it’s the thing that happened to me. It’s not the best thing that happened to me, it’s the thing that happened to me. I found peace in building a new person. [In] the Moonweaver--”

“I don’t want to remember anything. I don’t want anybody else’s baggage in my head, I don’t want anybody else’s problems, thoughts, ideas...I like this person. [This person], right now, is a good person, is a fine person, is a happy person.”

“I like my bullshit. It’s good. It’s happy. It makes other people happy.”

“Literally decorated a pair of swords to make them look special. Thought maybe it’d make it less likely they’d think there’s something special about me...”

“Things came back quick, and the circus helped. They were good people. They did a lot for me, and joy can fill an awful lot in a person’s life.”

“I may be a liar, but I’m never a betrayer. I’m honest in my work and I believe in doing a good turn.”

“I stayed with that circus for two years, I know how people treat each other. It’s important.”

“I don’t care where you’ve been. I don’t care what terrible things any of you have done. You’re here now. This is how it works.”

“I always try to be helpful when I turn cards for people.”

“I’ll tell you--and this is true--I did my best every town I went to and every town I left, no matter how they treated me. And a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect...I left every town better than I found it.”

Caleb telling Molly, “I am satisfied, Mollymauk Tealeaf. For now.” And Molly, who’s still experiencing his worst nightmare, being so grateful for any bit of support. “This was not how I expected this to go. Thank you.”

Molly just quietly patting Yasha on the back and going, “Thank you, dear,” when the spell ends, just happy that she’s here with him now and would never abandon him over Lucien’s past.

It just means a lot to me that Mollymauk is someone who carved his own path, who was so unapologetically and loudly himself, colorful and daring and fiercely protective. He’s absolutely fine with deceiving everyone, but he believes his bullshit is so much kinder than the truth and makes people happy. Sincerely wants to leave every single place better than he found it.

Won’t let anyone else or anything from the past define him, slowly reclaims his body piece by piece with tattoos of his own art to cover up Lucien’s marks. Someone who’s been through so much pain but has also learned to fill his life with a lot of joy. I just love everything Molly’s story represents and I’m so grateful for what little of it we are lucky enough to see.

Also, we learn about the Tombtakers! And get to see a glimpse of Cree’s blood magic.

1) Episode 140: Long May He Reign. This episode has everything. It’s “You’re killing her! You love her. You’re killing her.” “Molly, I’ve never forgiven myself! For not being there--when you died. I wish I could have saved you. I wish I could’ve done something.” “Please come back to us. I’ve missed you so much. I don’t really know what to say or how you’re supposed to do this, but all I want is for you to be here right now. And be whole.” “I just lean down and kiss him on the cheek.” “Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf.”

It’s “Whoever it was, just put it back. I think they’ve earned it. Put it back.” “Love.” All of it still feels so heartbreaking and heartwarming and bittersweet and surreal.

I think everything about 140 was just about perfect and that Lucien was absolutely worthy of being the final villain. Aeor Arc is one of my favorites, I don’t think Campaign 2 could ever be the same without it. The Mighty Nein taking down Lucien and saving the world that will never thank them, risking their lives because they want to save all their loved ones--including Mollymauk--that just feels right.

So much of 140 feels like the narrative really coming full circle in a way that’s just so rewarding and cathartic. It’s thematically fitting because so much of C2 revolves around redemption, new starts, rebirth--this notion that it’s never too late for a second chance, so long as your heart is open to it.

Vox Machina are forever known as heroes. The Nein don’t get that; no one but each other will ever know everything they risked and what they fought to the death against. But all their suffering isn’t for nothing. They get back their friend. They all get to go home together. That’s their reward. And without it, I think C2 would just feel too tragic. Not even bittersweet, just...hollow, as if getting their hopes up again and again only to have to go through this grieving process all over was just inevitable.

My heart’s still aching over how much love Mollymauk and the rest of the Nein have for each other; it’s the entire core of episode 140, and the entire overarching final arc of this campaign. I can’t get over that moment when Laura suggests the reason Lucien attacked Jester and Caleb so viciously--and eventually killed them--was because they were the ones who kept reaching out to Molly and really breaking through. Molly laughs at Jester’s joke, tears his claws across his own face when he realizes Lucien hurt her. Stops himself from hitting Beau.

And when Caleb calls out to Molly, that too shakes something in Lucien. The way Caleb’s voice breaks a little in each plea, the way he looks to Molly and begs, “Please, don’t give up. You can find your own life again. There will be time for that later.” It’s so satisfying to see Matt work in a mechanic where the Nein are rewarded for bonding with Molly and trying to free him.

Then it’s Jester of all people who gets the How Do You Want To Do This, who still talks to Molly right up until the end, wants him to know that the Nein all love him and they still want him to come home. It’s the very thing her tarot reading somehow foretold, and that in itself is so unbelievable. “I know you’re in there, Molly. We love you so much, and we want you back. Lucien doesn’t deserve you.” Those last haunting moments when Mollymauk briefly regains control. And he finishes it himself, tears himself apart because he refuses to let anyone control him, won’t let his body be used to hurt any of his loved ones again. It’s vivid and visceral and too painful.

And that resurrection--I’m still reeling from that. Caleb’s plea to the rest of the Nein to save Molly is so heartbreaking. He just came back from death himself, is still in so much pain. But he just limps over to Molly’s body, determined to do what he came here for. “Why did we come this far, if not for this?...Why did we go so far and fight so hard? We would do this for any one of us.”

For Caleb, it was always leading up to this. He couldn’t conceive of going to Cognouza if they didn’t bring Mollymauk home with them; he was never going to leave there without trying everything he could to rescue him. Like how Jester said she never forgave herself after Molly’s death, never stopped wishing she could have done something to help him. Because Mollymauk will always be a member of the Mighty Nein, and he won’t let any of them get left behind. When Caduceus asks if they could perform the ritual after they plane shift, Caleb is adamant that they don’t wait another moment. “No. Now.”

It’s Caleb who performs the ritual, and it’s the greatest culmination of all his power and arcane studies throughout the narrative. Liam describes how Caleb channels all of his magic and willpower and imagination into this, and how so very good and cathartic it feels to finally be able to heal instead of his powers being abused to tear down and destroy.

And then Caleb gently encourages the others to come forward one by one. Yasha first, who knew Mollymauk the most, who just wants to see her friend again more than anything and doesn’t want him to have to feel the gnawing pain of Emptiness anymore. Then Jester, still holding onto the cards Molly always used to make her happy, and she’s so excited to share she’s been learning tarot too. But it just isn’t the same without Molly.

And finally Beau, because of course it’d be Beau. For a bit I think she really did believe Molly hated her, or that she hated him; and by the time she realized how very fond they actually were for each other, the mutual respect and playfulness and surprisingly vulnerable truths shared between them--they were nearly out of time. And Beau goes up to Molly last and she promises him that this time the Nein are strong enough to save him--the way Molly sacrificed himself to save all of them.

My heart dropped when Matt rolled that natural 1. The soft way Caleb says, “He’s lifeless,” and then that painful goodbye. Brushing away a lock of hair and kissing Mollymauk on the forehead, returning that touch of tenderness Molly gave to him so long ago; it really is one of the most tragic moments and yet its also so full of love and longing, Caleb trying to offer Molly one last comfort.

I know a lot of people don’t read Caleb and Molly’s feelings as romantic, but I think one of the most intimate and heartfelt lines in C2 is, “I lean down, kiss him on the forehead where he kissed me a long time ago, and push the sweaty hair out of his eyes.” Something about the fact that this one little comfort from Molly stayed with Caleb after all this time, was still on his mind. Caleb being closed off and so terrified of intimacy at first, but reaching out to Molly and returning his forehead kiss in the very end.

Yasha crying, just looking to Caleb and going, “There’s nothing else to do? Caleb?” Because she just wants her best friend back, and she thinks if anyone could do it it would be Caleb, the person who argued so passionately to bring Molly back, the person most driven to resurrect him at the grave, the one who poured all their magic into the ritual.

And Caleb can only helplessly say there’s nothing he can do. And Yasha, who is so torn apart, who loved Molly more than anyone, she cries for him again and insists, “Well, we can’t leave him here.” Because if nothing else, she wants Molly’s body to at least come home with them. She won’t leave him.

Essek walks away and cries over this lost soul he never even met, so upset that Fjord goes to comfort him and they have a very bittersweet philosophical discussion about life and death. Jester goes to tell Molly goodbye. All of them lamenting the fact that after they fought so hard, they still couldn’t save this one person they loved so much. The absolute bitterness and defeat when Caleb says, “I know it was a hard-fought victory, but it still feels like we lost.” Essek actually admits this is the only time he’s ever seen Caleb look defeated, and that says so much about how gutting this loss was for him. To Caleb, none of it feels like it matters if they can’t bring Molly back. If the Nein aren’t all together.

And then Taliesin...Taliesin--the quiet way Deuces just walks off to the side, trying not to disturb the rest of the Nein while they commiserate and grieve, giving them a bit of space. And then, while he’s there--just for the hell of it--casting a final pivotal Divine Intervention. Because Deuces is such an empathetic and caring person, someone who looked at everything their friends went through and simply doesn’t think it’s fair that this member of their family was torn away from them.

And it works!! Against all odds, after rolling a 2%, it really works. And it truly feels like it was meant to be. Matt laughing in disbelief and saying how much he just loves this game, the way all the other players went from choking up and crying to being unable to stop themselves from smiling...it just really does feel magical.

And Molly’s first moments are so very heartbreaking; that innocence and vulnerability, the initial shock and fear and the way he just holds his head in his hands and keeps saying, “Empty.” Then Yasha walks forward and calls his name, says he isn’t Empty. And in that moment all his feelings come rushing back again, and Molly looks at her and just says, “Love” with such fondness and relief. Those moments when Yasha embraces him and gives him the biggest hug, just holds him close and is so grateful he’s here and whole...it’s so good, and Ashley and Taliesin play off each other in that scene so well.

It’s so clever and just beautiful that Taliesin doesn’t just leave Molly with Empty, but gives him a handful of other words too--the ones from his Tarot deck--those little virtue names Mollymauk assigned to all his loved ones even though they never knew. The realization that Molly was drawing cards for the Nein all this time, that he really did love them and wanted to remember his time with them. And now he finally gets to be with them again.

#the very short summary of this is--i just love molly #thats it thats the post

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Goddess Interrupted - Chapter 2

Warnings: Mentions of death, torture, blood, nightmares, and cursing.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Tony x Pepper, Wanda x Vision, Bruce, Thor, Loki, and Sam

Word count:1315

Chapter 2

“Y/N!” Thor shouted from across the battlefield. “Take care of that damn thing.” I look up and see a dragon of sorts flying through the sky, breathing fire upon our army. I look around seeing a chain lying nearby. I run up to it, open my wings and once the chain is in my grasp I take off. I fly up to the dragon and begin wrapping the chain around its snout. After the chain is secure around the snout I land on the dragon. I pulled the chain with everything in me. The dragon roared and pulled against me.

“Thor! Loki! Somebody!” I screamed in pain. Every muscle in my body is fighting against this beast. “HELP ME!” I look around and see Thor is being pinned and Loki was fighting a group of dark elves surrounding him. ‘Okay Y/N, now is the time.’ I take a deep breath and let everything that I have been hiding since I was a child out.

“Y/N I know what you're thinking and don’t do it,” Loki demanded.

“I HAVE TOO!” a new power took over me. I placed a hand on the beast and my being lit up. I felt every bone break and change, I felt my skin become scales, and my insides grow burning hot.

“Y/N you ready?” Steve questioned me.

“As I ever will be,” I smiled at him. We descended from the plane and moved toward the base. I take a moment and sense several beings within the base. “Hold up.” Steve and Bucky stop in their tracks. I take careful steps to the opening, motioning for the boys to take either side. I grab the door and pull it open, the metal clanking against itself. I walk into the dark room, my eyes glow gold and sparkling, my night vision taking control. I scan the room checking all corners and hiding places. I look back at the boys, “Clear, come on,” I whisper.

They walk into the room, “Her eyes glow too?” Bucky whispered to Steve.

“Yes, they do. The brighter the more power I am wielding,” I state matter-of-factly. I turned and smiled at him once more. I raised my sword, its lighting as bright as the dawn.

“I get the name Dawn now,” Steve jokes. I look at him unamused. As we are walking throughout the building, I sense something familiar. I stop and the boys follow in suit. “What is it?”

“Tony?” I look around for him. My power allows me to sense what is around me but not exactly where. “Tony come out I know you’re here.” Tony in his suit steps forward and Bucky draws his weapon. “Buck? It’s okay. “I rest my hand on the barrel and slowly push it down.

“Funny, my father always talked about how you were always hung up on some guy. Lucky you that he survived the fall.” Tony’s pissed as he should be.

“Enough Tony, you may be a genius, but you don’t know everything.” I walked past him; my sword held high. But of course, Tony has to be Tony and take the lead. We reached the room holding the super soldiers. Each one with a bullet in their heads, “Why bring us here and not send them after us? Why kill them?”

“If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep,” A voice spoke over an intercom. “Did you really think I wanted more of you?” Bucky had his gun drawn again, he muttered something under his breath to quiet for me to hear. “I am grateful to them. They brought you here.” We take positions all around ready for anyone to come out and fight us. A light turns on and Tony raises his hand while Steve throws his shield. It bounces off but Steve catches it, placing it back on his arm. “Please Captain, the Soviets made this to withstand the launch blast of UR100 rockets.”

“I’m betting I can beat that,” Tony sarcastically states.

“I bet you can Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you’d never know why you came,” The man speaks with something that sounds like power. A new presence shows itself to me. I begin looking frantically for it.

“You killed innocent people in Indiana just to bring us here?” Steve begins walking towards the man in the window. Once he reaches the man, he speaks again.

“I thought about nothing else for over a year. I’ve studied you; I’ve followed you. But now that you’re standing here, I just realized there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes.” The man chuckles lightly, “How nice to find a flaw.”

“You’re Sokovian. Is that what this is about?” Steve asked in his pissed off tone.

“Sokovia was a failed state all before you blew it to hell. No. I’m here because I made a promise.”

“You lost someone?” Steve presses. I still haven't located where the other person is.

“Bucky? Are all the winter soldiers here?” He looks arounds and back at me.

“Yes, what's wrong?” I press my index finger to my lips.

“I lost everyone, and so will you,” The man's anger is growing. A light flickers on a screen next to Steve “An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumples from within, that's dead. Forever.” Steve approaches the screen alongside Tony and I.

“I know that road. What is this?” Tony shouts at the man. Tony goes back to watching the video. A car crashes into a tree on the video and I knew exactly what we were watching. I walked away and around to the other side of the screen. I watch Tony’s face distort as the video progresses. Steve looks to Tony, I had told Steve what happened at the beginning of our search for Bucky. Bucky is standing back beside me looking down in shame. In that moment I wished I could take his shame and his pain away.

One the screen you hear Howard ask the black figure to help his wife. And when the dark figure raises Howards head to meet his gaze. Howards mutters a ‘Sergeant Barnes?’ while Maria is calling for Howard. Tony looks up at Bucky and Steve looks at me. I love Tony with all my heart. He is like a son to me but nothing is going to get in my way of protecting Bucky. Steve knows this, Hel, it’s the very reason he brought me along. Bucky looks back at Tony, Tony looks back at the screen. Tony watches at The Winter Soldier murders his parents. Steve looks to Tony with sympathy. Tony charges at Bucky but I step in the way and Steve grabs him from behind.

“Tony. Tony.” Tony relaxes and turns to Steve.

“Did you know?” Tony is hushed and fighting to stay calm.

“I didn’t know it was him.”

“Don’t bullshit me Rogers. Did you know?” Tony questions again.

“Yes.” Tony pushes Steve and turns to me.

“Y/N?” I look at Tony and the pain I see in his eyes I couldn’t bear to tell him what I knew. “Answer me Y/N?” He shouts.

“Yes Y/N answer him.” The man behind the window says.

“Tony, I was the one who found your parents first. I thought I destroyed all the tapes but I was wrong.”

“This whole time you know exactly what happened to them. My parents, you’re friends and you did nothing but hide it.”

“I was protecting Bucky. Who you see in that video isn’t the man standing in front of you.”

“And the woman I thought was my family, isn't the woman standing in front of me either.” A tear slides down my face, though I know I deceive this and more for the level of betrayal I committed. Tony takes a moment before back handing me across the room.

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #steve rogers #tony stark #winter soldier #zemo #marvel #fanfic

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riley-phoenix · 1 year

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Content: crack fic, vulgarity (mild)

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Summary: With God missing, the angels in heaven experiment with free will. Gabriel returns once again to antagonise the Winchesters with his tricks, except this time it feels a bit more real, and this time he does something far more sinister... Sticking them with Barney The Dinosaur.

Dean paced angrily up and down the bunker, running his hand through his hair and scratching at the stubble on his face.

"Dean, you need to calm down", Sam suggested from the table a few feet away.

"I can't calm down, Sam!", Dean snapped back.

"Why?", Sam questioned.

"Why? Really, Sam? God's missing. GOD. MIA. Off the grid".

"And there's nothing we can do about that", Sam stated reasonably.

"Exactly. We have to clean up all of heaven's crap, as usual we don't get a choice, there isn't an angel in sight besides Cas--".

"I wouldn't say that", an unknown voice calls out following a 'woosh' sound.

Sam and Dean turn their heads in shock to see The Archangel Gabriel standing at the top of the bunker's staircase, "Did you miss me?", The Trickster asks.

"No", Dean said sternly.

"You said you wanted an angel", Gabriel stated, putting his hands up in defence.

"Anyone but you", Sam replied.

"The last time we saw you, you trapped us in TV land", Dean adds.

"You guys aren't still hung up on that are you?", Gabriel asked, to which Sam and Dean replied with only furious expressions, "Ouch", the archangel added, "Well then it's a good thing I have this", he said as he pulled out a vile containing some kind of magical blue substance.

"What is that?", Sam asked.

"Grace. God has some kept aside for rainy days. Since he's gone... I figured I'd borrow some".

"You stole heaven's break-in-case-of-emergency grace... Why?", Dean asked as he furrowed his brow

"One last trick", he says cryptically.

The brothers wasted no time in drawing their guns and pointing them at the archangel.

"I am not going back into Dr. Sexy M.D.", said Sam.

"Actually that was the one part I didn't mind", Dean added, to which Sam shook his head in confusion.

"Well, Sam, you won't have to worry about that. See, this time I'm not taking you into the TV... I'm bringing the TV to you".

They didn't quite know what that meant but before they could question it, Gabriel broke the vile of grace, absorbing it and harnessing it's power. His eyes glowed a magnificent, bright shade of blue and the silhouette of his wings grew on the wall behind him. The brothers can only watch in awe as a white light fills the room, eventually, so bright it blinds them.

As the light faded away and their vision returned, Sam and Dean squinted their eyes and looked around for Gabriel, but he was gone. They assumed they were alone, until they heard the relentlessly joyous scream of another voice.

"WELL HI, KIDS!".

And now, they knew exactly what The Trickster had meant by his earlier statement.

"IT'S ME... BARNEY THE DINOSAUR!".

"Son of a bitch!", Dean exclaimed, as he took in the enormous, jolly, purple dinosaur standing before him.

Later...

"Dean, you can't shoot Barney The Dinosaur", Cas tries to explain.

"I can't live with this hippy happy life lessons crap!", Dean exclaims.

"It's just until we find a way to get him home", said Sam.

Dean sighed, "Fine".

Cas turns his attention to the big purple dinosaur standing not too far away from them, "Well Barn-meister, looks like you're staying with us".

"Barn-meister? ", Dean asked as he cringed

"It's a nickname that Murray gave him in the classic TV show, Barney & Friends, which ran from 1992 to 2010, consisting of 14 seasons and 268 episodes".

"Wha-- Cas, how do you know all this!?".

"I watched it".

"Why!?".

"Because it taught me the importance of caring, sharing and learning".

"Super-Dee-Duper!", Barney screamed excitedly.

Cas turns back to Dean. "It's his catchphrase from the show", he explains.

Dean rubs his face tiredly and squeezes the bridge of his nose, "I'm going to bed", he says before walking off.

The next morning...

Dean's eyes twitch as he struggles to wake from his sleep. The heaviness on his eyelids prevent him from being fully aware of his surroundings. Although his vision is blurry, he can vaguely make out a figure standing above him. "Uuuggghhh", he groans as his sight clears up.

"WELL HI, DEAN!", Barney yells.

Dean screams in shock as he realises Barney is standing directly above him and only a few inches away from his face.

"What's the matter?", Barney asks with a giggle.

"Damnit Barney! Haven't you ever heard of personal space!?".

"No".

Dean stares questionably at the big purple dinosaur in a moment of awkward silence, then he sighs, "I almost pulled out a gun on you".

"A what?".

"A gun".

"What's that?", Barney asks excitedly.

"... nevermind", Dean says as he forces himself out of bed and stretches his back, "C'mon let's get something to eat".

Dean walks into the kitchen, Barney not too far behind him, as Sam tends to several eggs on the stove and Cas sets out the plates.

"Morning", said Cas.

"Morning", Dean replied in a tired voice.

"Rough night?".

"I slept better when I was in hell".

"How so?".

Dean peeks over his shoulder to make sure Barney is out of ear shot, "Cas, I woke up with him basically on top of me! I felt like a Cosby victim!".

"Well, Barney doesn't exactly understand the concept of personal space".

"Yeah. I figured that out when he was breathing down my neck!".

"We're alot older than his usual company, Dean".

"How old are his other friends?".

"Well, Baby Bop was originally 2; but she turned 3 in the Season 2 Episode, 'Look At Me, I'm Three!'".

"Baby Bop", Dean snickers, "Sounds like the name of a cheap hooker".

"Dean. Please. She's three years old... And a dinosaur; you can't have sex with a three-year-old dinosaur".

Dean opens his mouth, originally intending to speak before stopping himself and deciding to close it, "Let's just eat", he says unenthusiastically before pulling up a chair at the table.

Barney and Sam join them, "Sam, did you find anything that could help us get Barney home?".

"Well I haven't, but--".

"--Hello, boys", a previously absent voice called out.

Sam, Dean and Cas turn their heads towards the direction of the voice, "Crowley?", Dean asked.

"Dean, Sam, Cas, I just popped in to...", Crowley trails off as he notices the large purple dinosaur sitting at the head of the table, "Why do you have a stuffed dinos--".

"WELL HI, CROWLEY!"

"AH!", Crowley screams in fear.

"It's not stuffed", Dean said before filling his mouth with several pieces of bacon.

Crowley steels himself, "What... How... Explain!".

"Gabriel stole Heaven's emergency grace to amplify his powers. Now, he can do more than send people into a trick, he can bring the trick to them", Sam explains.

"As perilous as this situation is... We have a bigger problem".

"What?", Dean asks as the tension in the room thickens.

"A demon by the name of Ozzoden. The absence of God awakened him after more than a century. He was one of Lucifer's most devoted disciples... And I think he still is".

"Are you saying...", Sam asks but trails off, not daring to complete the sentence.

"...Ozzoden is trying to break Lucifer out of the cage".

A dark, gloomy sensation of dread filled the room as everyone fell into silence. "How?", Cas asked.

"He's a consumer demon. He gains power as he consumes people's souls. Once he's consumed enough; he'll return to the very spot Lucifer was locked into the cage and exchange them for his freedom", Crowley explains.

"And how are we supposed to stop him?", Dean asks.

"With this", Crowley says dramatically as he lays a single red bullet on the table.

"What is that?", Sam asked.

"The Crimson Bullet. it was crafted and forged using hellfire and soaked in the blood of Lucifer for 666 years... And it's the only thing capable of killing Ozzoden".

"If you had the bullet, what did you need us for?", Cas asked.

"Because the bullet itself is worthless. It needs to be fired from one specific gun. A gun that you happen to have".

"The Colt", Sam stated.

"Precisely", Crowley responded.

"So, where do we find him?", Dean asked.

"He needs to consume souls. What's the one place lost souls are left to roam?", Crowley asked cryptically.

"...A graveyard", Dean said as he figured it out.

Later...

Dean pulled into a graveyard, the headlights of The Impala flickered off as he brought the vehicle to a stop. "I can't believe we brought Barney".

"We couldn't just leave him alone", said Sam.

Dean rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car, followed by everyone else. The group travelled slowly, keeping an eye out for anything that could point them towards Ozzoden.

"You see anything?", Dean asked.

"No", said Sam.

Randomly, Barney giggled.

"Ssshhh!", The rest of the group said in unison.

"Barney, you need to be quiet!", Dean said in a hushed, yet aggressive tone.

Barney giggled again, "Sorry".

"Look. Over there", Crowley said as he turned everyone's attention to a man on his knees in the centre of the graveyard, chanting something in latin.

"It's gotta be him", Dean whispered.

"Ok, here's the plan", said Crowley, "first, we'll--".

Crowley is cut off as Barney steps on a twig, making a large 'snap' sound and breaking the silence. Everyone's eyes turn nervously to the ominous man kneeling in the middle of the graveyard - He's staring directly at them.

Ozzoden lets out a loud, screeching scream as he opens his hands and flies through the air, baring his demonic black eyes as he soars towards the hunters.

"EVERYONE, DOWN!", Dean screams as they jump out of the way.

The demon takes a swipe with a swing of his hand and narrowly misses Sam, who jumps out of the way and lands roughly on his shoulder. Ozzoden turns around and plots his next attack, and in an act of desperation, Dean pulls out The Colt. He aims it the demon, but it swings left and right in the air, "I can't get a clear shot!", Dean screams.

"Don't waste it, Dean! There's only one bullet", Crowley screams back, to which Dean subsequently lowered the gun in his hand.

Noticing this, Ozzoden takes his opportunity and flies towards Dean. The hunter puts out his shoulder, bracing himself for the impact, but it never comes. Instead the demon flies right past him and heads right towards Barney.

"Barney, watch out!", Cas yells.

"Well, Hi Ozzoden!", Barney welcomes the demon as it engulfs him, abandoning it's old host and turning into a cloud of black smoke that flies in through Barney's mouth while the dinosaur stares helplessly at the sky.

"What... What happened?", Asked Sam.

Crowley dusts off the dirt from his suit, "Ozzoden... He's possessed Barney The Dinosaur".

Barney opens his eyes, now a demonic, remorseless shade of black, and stares at the hunters.

"Well, Hiii kids! ", And towards the end of the sentence Barney's voice changes from its usual, happy-go-lucky, optimistic tone to that of a shrill, low-pitched scream.

He lifts his right hand and effortlessly, tosses them aside without having to even touch them. Then, without so much as looking back, he walks away.

Back at the bunker...

Sam holds an ice pack to his shoulder as Dean paces up and down the room, Crowley and Cas sitting at the table.

"So, what now?", Sam asked.

"Now he has enough souls. He'll go back to the place where you locked Lucifer in the cage", Crowley answered.

"Stull cemetery", Dean added.

"We still have The Colt... And The Crimson Bullet", said Cas.

"And how do you plan on getting him out of the dinosaur before using it?", Crowley asked.

"I... Don't know", said Cas.

"It doesn't matter", said Dean. "We'll find a way. We always do", he turns back to Sam, Cas and Crowley, a determined look on his face. "We're gonna cast out a demon, stop the son of a bitch... And save Barney The Dinosaur... Never thought I'd be saying that", he says as he makes his way for the stairs leading out of the bunker, the rest of the group following closely behind him.

Later...

Dean pulls up infront of Stull Cemetery, as he exits the Impala he's stunned to see the hundreds of souls in the form of ghosts flying thoughtlessly through the air to the centre of the graveyard, where a purple dinosaur stands. The four of them struggle towards him, the wind wrestling with them and ushering them in the opposite direction. As they edge closer to Barney, possessed by Ozoden, they hear is sacreligious incantation: "Hail Satan, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in hell, we will praise your unholy name, SATAN SHALL EMERGE!". As he chants it, the ground beneath his feet is set alight in the form of a pentagram.

"Dean!", Sam screams desperately. "HE'S ALMOST OUT OF THE CAGE! WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING FAST!".

Looking between Barney and the souls flying faster and faster into the opening of hell's gate, Dean pulls out The Colt and aims it straight at the big purple dinosaur.

"No, Dean! You'll kill Barney too!", Screams Cas.

"It's the only way!".

"There's always another way! You have to do what Barney would do and use the power of friendship!", Cas says as he struggles to keep the volume of his voice above the noise of the wind and wandering ghosts.

Dean looks nervously between Cas and Barney, The Colt shaking in his hand. He looks at Cas, then at Barney, then Cas again, then Barney again, before the angel calls out, "The power of friendship, it conquers all...", Cas says before his voice is swept away and lost in the chaos.

Dean weighs his options for a moment, then, sensing an inward change, lowers the gun. "I love youuu", he starts to sing, "You love meee, we're a happy familyyy, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to youuu, won't you say you love me tooo?", He completes the rest of the song.

As Barney hears it, he flickers, momentarily regaining control of his body before losing it once more to Ozzoden.

"It's working!", Said Sam, "Keep going altogether!".

Sam, Dean, Cas and Crowley all started to sing in unison as they limped closer to Barney, "I love youuu, you love meee, we're a happy familyyy, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to youuu, won't you say you love me tooo?".

The strength of the pentagram starts to fade, the souls start travelling slower and Barney's eyes return to their normal colour. His head cocks up as a back cloud is evicted from his body, flying out through his mouth.

"Dean! Now!", Crowley screams as Ozzoden flies out, extremely weak and struggling to fly away.

Dean fires The Crimson Bullet from The Colt directly into the black cloud of smoke. A light flickers from inside it, followed by several painful screams and eventually; it fades away, almost as if it never existed.

Dean dramatically swings the gun by it's trigger and holds it up to his mouth so he can blow away the smoke.

"Barney!", Said Cas, as everyone rushed to his side.

"C'mon, don't give up on me", Dean said as he shook the unconscious dinosaur by the shoulders.

Slowly, Barney opened his eyes and coughed, earning a sigh of relief from everyone else. He giggled, "Hi, Dean!", He said causing everyone to laugh before they helped him to his feet.

Then, a portal opened, ripping a whole in reality and providing the pathway to a new one. "What's that?", Asked Dean.

"It's... It's Barney's home", Said Cas as he peeked through and saw the setting of Barney & Friends.

"What? How?", Asked Dean.

"Well, in the show, Barney isn't even real. He's a figment of a child's imagination that appears to educate them about valuable life lessons", Cas explains. "Once the lesson is taught and the episode is over, Barney is allowed to leave until he's needed again".

Dean scoffs, "So when I sang that song back there..."

"...You allowed him to teach you about the power of friendship, enabling him to leave now that his lesson's been taught".

"Well, Barney, I guess this is the end of the road", Dean says as he extends his arm and offers a handshake. Barney doesn't take it. Instead, he pulls the hunters, the angel and the demon in for one big hug before stepping through the portal. "Well bye kids! See ya' next time! I love you!", Barney says as the portal begins to close.

"Love you too, Barn-meister", Dean says with a smirk after making sure no one was close enough to hear him say it.

Afterwards, he puts his hand in his pockets as he walks back to the Impala, Sam walking next to him. "So Dean, did you learn a valuable life lesson today?", Sam said mockingly.

"Y'know what, Sammy? I did! I learned that the power of friendship is unmatched, and that not every problem has to be solved with a gun. Sometimes, we can just--".

And then, another portal opens, "Well, hi kids! It's me! Mickey mouse! Welcome to my clubhouse! Come inside, it's fun ins--".

Dean pulls out his gun and fires three bullets in the direction of the portal, subsequently causing silence and the portal to close.

"Nope".

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little-fics · 3 years

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Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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i'm not the winter soldier anymore, i'm james buchanan barnes

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SPOILERS — 1x03!!!

you help Bucky with a panic attack, after coming back from Madripoor.

word count: 1.145 words.

warnings/tags: ptsd situation, panic attack, reader insert.

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It wasn't inevitable for you to not notice that Bucky had been absent-minded since the three of you came to the bar. The beers were rolling on the table as the chat turned from their mission to Sam's war stories. You were having a good night, sharing laughs and past adventures, disconnecting from work, until Bucky stood up while having a long sip from his bottle. I need air, he just said, causing your other partner and you to look at each other a little confused. You glanced at him leaving the place before putting back your attention on Sam. He waved his head to the exit, urging you to follow the soldier outside.

You didn't need anything else to do it, leading your steps throughout the crowd of people there to find Bucky. Once outdoors and zipping up your jacket, you glimpsed a shadow coming into the next corner to a dead-end street. Rubbing your nose, you continued to the alley without hesitating, hearing some grunts echoing between both buildings. He was there. Hands placed against the wall, head bowed and eyes closed. His chest rose and fell furious, trying to breathe. You didn't think about your actions, putting a foot wrong when you rested your fingers on his middle back.

His whole anatomy shook, walking away from you almost sweating and scared, but ready to attack. Until Bucky laid his eyes on you.

“It's okay, it's okay… It's me”. You intoned using a soft and calm tone of voice.

“Sorry, uh… I just… I can't bre— breathe”. He waved the vibranium hand close to his chest, gasping like a fish out of water.

He was having a panic attack and you knew exactly why. Taking two long strides, you landed a hand on the back of his head and grabbed his flesh hand strongly, guiding him to the closest wall to rest him on it.

“Hey, hey, James… James focus on me, c'mon, focus on me”. You called him, sliding your fingers across his neck to force him to look at you. “Breathe with me, okay?”

Fixing your orbs in his, you show him how he had to do it. Inhaling through your nostrils, holding the air for three seconds, and exhaling it by your nose. He followed your instructions, once and again, until he was respiring quietly and normally.

“Now, repeat with me. I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore, I'm James Buchanan Barnes”.

“I'm no— not the Winter… Soldier anymore… I'm James Buchanan Barnes”.

“That's it… That's it... One more time. Can you say it for me one more time? Please”. Your honeyed tone made his pulse slow down, nodding with his chin.

“I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore. I'm James Buchanan Barnes”. His voice was firm now, finally believing his own affirmation.

“You back?” You whispered caressing his rough cheek using your thumb.

“Yeah… I just… had all those voices… screaming inside my head. I couldn't shut them up”. He explained, squeezing your hand between his digits, rested close to his heart. “That… That… I, uh… In Madripoor… I… I heard Zemo saying how easy was for me to… y'know, come ba—”

“Don't do that to yourself, Bucky. You've worked really hard to be where you are right now”.

“You mean in an alley that smells like peed and puke, having an atta—”.

Again, you didn't think about your actions, slapping his face with your free hand and furrowing towards him. Bucky's mouth dropped to the floor, more than surprised and gulping a complaint.

“Why…? Did you just…? What the hell?”

“You were wandering again”. You excused your gesture. “Want another, uh?”

“Hell, no!” He pouted at you, looking through his eyelids trying to make you feel sorry. “Why a slap? Did you think that was a good way to calm somebody? Why not a kiss?”

“Oh, god… here we go 'gain”. You couldn't help but roll your eyes with the intention of drawing some distance between both, but he pushed you closer till your chests were practically stuck to the other.

“'M not stupid”. He scoffed securing his vibranium arm around your lower back to not let you go.

“I was worried, Buck”.

“See? You call me like that”.

“Like what? It's your name”.

“Uh… Not actually”. The soldier replied, shaking his head to both sides briefly. “Only Steve called me like that, he was my friend”.

“So am I”.

“Are you?”

His gaze made you feel weak, breaking down the walls around your heart that too much time costed you to build. You licked your upper lip with resignation, leaning and resting your forehead on his clavicle. You afforded to close your eyes and tour his neck back to his scalp to tangle your fingers there, slowly, gently, fondly. It was a step to admit your real feelings for Bucky, and he accepted it without refusing.

The soldier kissed your temple to put his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter and rolling down his eyelids to only focus on your caresses. For an instant, everything disappeared around you. The world got emptied. The noise got shut down.

“I was scared. Not for me, but for you”. You confessed, not needing to explain why. He was conscious about your reasons because he was too somehow. “But that's not gonna happen again”.

At the moment you raised your face, Bucky took the advantage to press his lips on your forehead. “How could it, if I have you to remind me who I am?”

“I'm just a plus, Buck. Don't give me a credit you earned by yourself and your constant work. You did it alone, I just supported you”.

“Like fewer people did, and like fewer people do”.

“You've never cared about people's opinion”.

“Yeah, till my relationship with Sam changed. And till I met you”. Bucky affirmed very securely.

“But don't forget you're a fighter. You're strong, you deserve good things to happen to your life”.

“I won't”. He responded, bringing your hand tangled to his flesh one to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of yours. “Thank you…”

“You don't have to”. Clicking your tongue, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. “Let's come back to the bar, we need another round of beers”.

“I can't get drunk, remember?”

“You have so much fun watching me being drunk, remember?”

“How could I forget it? You always make that… horrible impression of my arm, with those… robot noises”. Bucky chuckled, pinching your side and causing you to jump slightly under his grip. Your laugh made him feel better.

“C'mon! You love it!”

“Oh, yeah, I do”. He opened his eyes a little more, nodding his head while placing his vibranium arm on your shoulders, but without loosening the hold around your other hand. “I'd like to see you imitating Sam tonight”.

“Nasty boy…” You joked with a giggle.

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gazpachoandbooks · 2 years

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Sometimes I reread Jon protecting Sam and I remember why I would sell my soul for this feral bastard child

"Stop it!" Jon snapped angrily.

The other boys fell silent, taken aback by his sudden fury. "Listen to me," Jon said into the quiet, and he told them how it was going to be. Pyp backed him, as he'd known he would, but when Halder spoke up, it was a pleasant surprise. Grenn was anxious at the first, but Jon knew the words to move him. One by one the rest fell in line. Jon persuaded some, cajoled some, shamed the others, made threats where threats were required. At the end they had all agreed … all but Rast.

"You girls do as you please," Rast said, "but if Thorne sends me against Lady Piggy, I'm going to slice me off a rasher of bacon." He laughed in Jon's face and left them there.

Hours later, as the castle slept, three of them paid a call on his cell. Grenn held his arms while Pyp sat on his legs. Jon could hear Rast's rapid breathing as Ghost leapt onto his chest. The direwolf's eyes burned red as embers as his teeth nipped lightly at the soft skin of the boy's throat, just enough to draw blood. "Remember, we know where you sleep," Jon said softly.

The next morning Jon heard Rast tell Albett and Toad how his razor had slipped while he shaved.

From that day forth, neither Rast nor any of the others would hurt Samwell Tarly. When Ser Alliser matched them against him, they would stand their ground and swat aside his slow, clumsy strokes. If the master-at-arms screamed for an attack, they would dance in and tap Sam lightly on breastplate or helm or leg. Ser Alliser raged and threatened and called them all cravens and women and worse, yet Sam remained unhurt. A few nights later, at Jon's urging, he joined them for the evening meal, taking a place on the bench beside Halder. It was another fortnight before he found the nerve to join their talk, but in time he was laughing at Pyp's faces and teasing Grenn with the best of them.

Just

No thoughts head empty

I love him I love him I love him

It was Chett who answered Jon's knock. "I need to speak to Maester Aemon," Jon told him.

[...] He told them all of it, even the part where he'd set Ghost at Rast's throat. Maester Aemon listened silently, blind eyes fixed on the fire, but Chett's face darkened with each word. "Without us to keep him safe, Sam will have no chance," Jon finished. "He's hopeless with a sword. My sister Arya could tear him apart, and she's not yet ten. If Ser Alliser makes him fight, it's only a matter of time before he's hurt or killed."

[...] A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people."

Maester Aemon smiled. "And so?"

"The Night's Watch needs all sorts too. Why else have rangers and stewards and builders? Lord Randyll couldn't make Sam a warrior, and Ser Alliser won't either. You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean tin is useless. Why shouldn't Sam be a steward?"

[...] "I know one thing Sam could do better than anyone."

[...] "He could help you," he said quickly. "He can do sums, and he knows how to read and write. I know Chett can't read, and Clydas has weak eyes. Sam read every book in his father's library. He'd be good with the ravens too. Animals seem to like him. Ghost took to him straight off. There's a lot he could do, besides fighting.

Like. How am I even supposed to function after this

Jon was breaking his fast on applecakes and blood sausage when Samwell Tarly plopped himself down on the bench. "I've been summoned to the sept," Sam said in an excited whisper. "They're passing me out of training. I'm to be made a brother with the rest of you. Can you believe it?"

"No, truly?"

"Truly. I'm to assist Maester Aemon with the library and the birds. He needs someone who can read and write letters."

"You'll do well at that," Jon said, smiling.

In conclusion I'm going to go eat glass, have a nice day

#protect at all costs #the way i love these two #jon snow #my sarcastic little shit #samwell tarly #bros of the night's watch #maester aemon #book!jon #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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“Slow Motion”- a part two to this post.

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Tara knew that this birthday was different. She could feel it the moment she woke up.

As she untangled Amber’s arms from her middle, Tara could feel it. There was something different in the universe. Something had shifted.

She couldn’t quite figure out what it was. As of today, she is sixteen years old. A big milestone. An age she never in a million years thought she would reach.

Each birthday that had passed since Sam’s disappearance was excruciating. Nothing was exciting about a date that reminded her that her big sister had abandoned her. Disappearing like a ship in the night. There was no reason to celebrate when she didn’t have her big sister making her a cake or blowing out the candles with her.

But this birthday, she could feel it there. A million stars had aligned, and all the constellations in the universe glistened. Sam was somewhere close. Tara could practically see that “Baby, I'm right here,” Smile that Sam reserved only for her.

Closing her eyes, she could feel Sam’s warm touch, holding her close to her chest. If she stayed still, she could feel Sam kissing her skin and whispering Happy birthday, my love.

Yet when she opened her eyes, she was still in her room, and though her girlfriend decorated it, it wasn’t Sam’s decorations. Amber put up streamers in pastel colors and had balloons covering the ceiling, and a homemade Happy Birthday! Strung across the door. But it wasn’t Sam.

Sam would decorate Tara's rooms with her drawings and all sorts of pictures pasted onto Tara’s walls. Flowers, animals, stars, moons- anything that Tara loved, Sam would draw and paste to the walls. She would even go as far as to make sure the balloons had silly faces and that the banner would be drawn in her favorite color; lilac.

Her girlfriend was sweet. She was kind. She loved Tara. But it wasn’t Sam.

However, as Amber woke up and kissed Tara on the head, wishing her a happy birthday, Tara could still feel her there.

Her Sam.

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Tara hated birthday parties. Amber knew that, but still made it happen anyways. She hated how many people came, how the attention was on her, and how she didn’t have her person beside her.

Sam should’ve been there. It was her sixteenth birthday, for god's sake. It was a momentous occasion. If Sam was there, Tara could feel peace. Her sister promised her that she would never miss a birthday. She said she would be here for every occasion. Every single milestone. She said she would be here.

It was all in slow motion. Tara could feel her body trapped in some time warp. One minute she was in bed with Amber, wishing for Sam; the next, she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror in her best party dress. Nothing felt right. Everything was out of place. There was this sinking feeling in her gut, and each time she took a breath, she could feel herself slipping.

Sam was supposed to be here. She promised. Who breaks promises like that? Who abandons somebody like that? Tara is sixteen now. Sixteen! Where is her sister? She said she would be here. She said she would be here.

Tara must’ve been in the bathroom for a while, as one minute she was alone, and the next she had a concerned Mindy next to her.

That girl could always tell when there was something wrong. It’s as if she had a radar for it. Once Sam left, Mindy stepped up and watched Tara like a hawk. She dragged Tara to movies, to random restaurants and even forced Tara into a pottery class with her. It was nice having someone who forced her to keep living even though she felt like a corpse going through the motions.

“Tara? What’s going on? The party is about to start. Amber will be back soon. What do you need?” she whispered, gently touching Tara’s arm.

Despite every bone in her body screaming at her to stand tall! Don’t let anyone know you’re breaking apart! Tara could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She trained her gaze on the body in the mirror, trying to blink away the sorrow that threatened to ruin her perfect outfit.

She wanted to be alone. She needed to punish herself for being so weak, stupid, and naive. Sam never showed up for her past birthdays; why would she start now?

But the minute Mindy had touched her arm, Tara's defenses had crumbled down.

Hot tears streamed down her face, and Tara could feel her breathing pick up. Mindy immediately hugged Tara, rocking her back and forth, rubbing her back. Tara sobbed, holding the girl tight, hoping that if she had Mindy tight enough, all Tara’s broken pieces would stick back together.

“Shhh. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I miss her too. I do. I’m sorry,” Mindy whispered, kissing the side of Tara's head.

Tara just kept sobbing, choking on her spit. Her makeup was surely ruined. Amber was going to be so mad. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t get any words out. What can you even say when tears are streaming down your face? When you’re gasping and coughing on a friend, who shouldn’t have to comfort you?

What do you say when the one who means the most to you is the one who doesn’t show?

Despite Tara’s hiccups and wheezing, Mindy still held her and whispered sweet nothings into her ears. It was all white noise to Tara, but it was refreshing to be loved by someone who understood. Who could understand why Tara was breaking down over and over again?

Eventually, Tara stopped, her breathing ragged. Mindy held her until she squirmed, in which she looked back at the mirror.

Tara winced at her reflection. “Yikes. Amber’s gonna kill me. I smudged my makeup,”.

Mindy shook her head fondly, a strange look in her eye. “Come here. Let me fix it. We gotta make the birthday girl look pretty,”.

And so they did.

——

Amber eventually showed up two hours late to the party, gifts in hand and a tight smile on her face.

Tara didn’t ask where she had been or why she had her rage face on. It didn’t matter.

It was just a birthday anyway. Not anything important enough for the person she loves to show up.

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