#Anyway I think michael should meet jack and its like

[thebleedingeffect]

tell us about your hannibal-faith-fnaf au please :) be as incoherent as you want

FORREST, BELOVED MUTUAL, I AM KISSING YOU!!!! ON THE LIPS OR CHEEK? IDK THAT'S FOR YOU TO DECIDE!!! AUGHHHHHHH okay I'm gonna be 100% incoherent now, thank you for letting the BEAST to escape its time to release the autism demons.

Alright, so, the very very beginning of the au starts around mid season one of hannibal, I'm sorta thinking around the episode 7~8 range, before Abigail comes back into the picture. Hannibal's efforts at driving a wedge between Will and Jack have worked to such a point, along with his still struggling mental health and budding encephalitis, he's completely, 100%, done with the FBI. He's losing a painful amount of time, he doesn't trust himself, he doesn't trust the people around him, and he knows that it's only getting worse with every passing day. Will knows that he shouldn't, he absolutely shouldn't, he knows that him taking time away from the FBI and the countless investigations would only get more people killed. He can already feel his mind beginning to bend, and taking on more and more killers is only making it worse. Its gotten so bad that he can see Jack simply calling him and he can barely breathe around the fact that he'll have to allow another killer in his mind.

Not even the appointments with Hannibal seem to be working at releasing the tension, and he feels closer to a steadily breaking dam than a person.

It's callous, it's reckless, it's selfish... but Will doesn't stop himself on the third night of absolutely no sleep to call the Baltimore FBI department directly ans ask for a case. Any case, any case at all, as long as it's out of Baltimore entirely and he's solo- he'll take anything. Will knows that he's only a "consultant" and not an official agent, so it should at least lend him a single day before Jack finds out. It takes less than a day for them to get back to him and while it isn't that far- Will can't help the bolt of relief at hearing that he'll be going to Connecticut of all places. He leaves that same day with only a voice-mail to Alana to request that she take care of his dogs until further notice. Whatever he tells Alana will eventually make its way to Jack, so he very carefully turns off his phone and only dares to turn it back on the moment he walks into the Connecticut FBI division.

It's a small little thing, nowhere as large and distinguished as Baltimore, but that very fact is a comfort as he settles into the uncomfortable, old chair. They tell him of a town that's been suffering through an increasing rate of missing people, as well as the strange deaths littering the town. Ritualistic almost, but all of their investigations have proved to be useless as they can't find a thing. There's rumors, of course, but it seems like any info that there is, is trapped within that little country town. They've gotten so desperate that it's why they requested for another pair of eyes on the disappearances. Will can already feel his own curiosity burning at the threads begin to weave together.

A little town in the middle of nowhere, deaths and disappearances that have stretched back for decades, and now? A string of murders and animal corpses filling the forests. It's... an intimidating case, but one that promises to keep him more than well distracted from Baltimore and all of the lingering regrets that wait for him. Will doesn't hesitate to accept the case.

He very pointedly ignores his ringing phone and Alana's concerned texts.

Some more mundane events happen until!! Will and John officially meet during chapter one :]] Will have gone to check out the Martins' abandoned household, the most recent of disappearances, only to run into John :] who has a shotgun :] and just got done failing to exorcise Amy FOR A SECOND TIME!!!! Anyway, John saves Will from getting absolutely fucking mauled by Michael! Sorry it just cracks me up that their first interaction is John being freshly traumatized, Will learning that demons exist, and promptly adopting each other as besties.

Some other little details about the faith-hannibal meeting!! Will acts in what would be Garcia's role if he had been present throughout the entire story, aka he physically protects John and acts as the more rational, calculating one to John's more extreme anxiousness and ridiculous guilt complex. They help to balance out each other a ton and it's really fun for me to imagine that Will is the "bite" between the two of them. Their dynamic is the equivalent of two EXTREMELY different people, somehow finding a ton of common ground and even an understanding between each other. At first, it concerns John that Will is able to understand the demons and worshippers so well, but he soon comes to terms with it. If anything, it's a comfort that Will offers a sort of stability to the world for John and John is a glimpse of how genuinely good the world can be. Will is so frequently haunted by the absolute worst of humanity that it can be a nice reminder that a whole lot of people are also haunted by darkness, not all of them reflect the potential for darkness. They're each other's stability and also help each other with keeping tied down to reality.

It also helps that the both of them suffer with delusions, hallucinations, and nightmares, so it's nice to be understood and not feared, or pitied.

I like to imagine that they get one of the neutral endings!! Or aka :) the ending where the seal is not completely broken and the crucible is instead sealed. Things get a bit, uh... heated when Garcia takes out a shotgun and points it at John :( to which Will points his gun at Garcia :( I like to imagine that Garcia reminds Will of Jack in that painful moment, of being willing to sacrifice someone for the greater good. Will is the one who asks John if he wishes to join the fight- join Garcia- and his gaze tightens when John says no for the second time- he needs time, he needs to breathe-

Keep in mind that this is a timeline where Lisa had been killed by John while he was possessed :( so he's extremely emotional and traumatized, and really? Will is one of the only reasons that he's been at all stable whatsoever through all of this. It just KILLS ME to imagine that WILL ASKS JOHN IF HE WANTS TO CONTINUE THE FIGHT!!! HE ASKS IF HE WANTS TO IMMEDIATELY THROW HIMSELF BACK INTO HELL!!! AND HE DEEPLY UNDERSTANDS WHEN JOHN SAYS NO!!!!!!!! LIKE GOD. DEAR GOD..... I just can't fucking get over the idea of Will feeling so much like a tool, of being pulled that way and that, of being the sacrificial lamb- that he SEES himself in John at that very moment and steps IN!!!! HE'S THE ONE WHO HOLDS A GUN TO GARCIA WHEN HE TRIES TO FUCKING IMPEDE ON JOHN'S CHOICE. END IT ALLLLLLL !!!!! And like, Will fucking gets why John wants a break, wants to run, because isn't that what he's doing? It doesn't matter much, but Will is able to successfully get them both out and on the road.

They're not going to Baltimore, he knows that it would be the smartest option, but he just can't yet.

Anyway uuuhhhhhhh plot is a bit twisty and turny here because I'm still solidifying on how they end up in Nevada- but they end up there after Will is forcibly put into the hospital for his encephalitis and extreme fever. John is by his side the entire time btw ^-^ ! And I've been thinking that they end up staying in Nevada for a bit so Will can recover and that's how they end up learning about the string of disappearances within the remains of freddy's! And it doesn't help that there's been other, more quieter disappearances as well... and Will just knows that somethings up, and he can't refuse the pull when he reads paper after paper of the missing children. Eventually! They end up finding Vanessa and its through her that they end up learning more and they meet Mike on his very first night!! :DD

Will, John, and Mike all bond and it doesn't take long for Mike to tell him about Garrett and all that he experienced. How he dreams every night, the same dream, but he never feels any closer to his brothers killer. Will deeply understands how it feels to be haunted by a killer, to have the feeling of being useless and helpless under your skin, and how it feels when everything is ripped away from you. John also understands because he's deeply sympathetic to how Mike lost absolutely everything and yet... he's still so protective, how he tries. How even if the world seemed determined to keep him alone, he always stayed by his sisters side. It reminds him of how him and Lisa used to be and it's all very...... uhhhhhhh lemme rip my heart out of my chest rq, I can't fucking handle all of these guys being sosososososo sad :(((( but it's okay cause they're all besties and are having a therapy session on the dirty kitchen floor.

Also some random details during the whole fnaf part- Mike invites Will and John to his house because it's kinda clear that they're not from here and have absolutely no place to go. Abby is initially not happy at ALL that there's two whole other people stealing Mike's attention- but she softens really quick when she sees how having friends has made some of his stress alot easier. John is actually pretty good with kids, though he does fumble and is kinda awkward- he's trying his best!! And Will is so out of practice because being in the FBI means you don't really interact with kids, ever, and her being a child knocks him off his rocker so damn much you have no idea. Abby is able to get him on the floor to draw and he's completely stunlocked the entire time, he has no fucking idea what he's doing whatsoever.

Also Will has been fucking pampered by Hannibal's cooking, but he's brought back to earth extremely quickly when Mike shows up with cheap, greasy pizza. Will swears he can feel Hannibal shiver from across the states.

But besides that! John, Will, and Abby all end up accompanying Mike to his job that they can watch over Abby while researching more about freddy's and the profane sabbath! Goodbye to Mike's late night nap sessions :)

John is extremely spooked by the animatronics btw LMAOOOOOOOO he shrieks the first time that Vanessa shows them all off and he immediately hides behind Will, who has the most incredious expression you've ever seen in your life. Will doesn't trust any of them worth a SHIT and he just wishes that he could shoot them like any old demon or person. He may or may not carry a taser 24/7 the moment he's able to work the info out of Vannessa that they're weak to electricity :)) not even joking Abby and Vanessa are the only ones who trust the animatronics worth a damn and it's the funniest damn thing to see in action. Just imagine three vaguely anxious guys all huddled together with The Expressions of all time.

John is terrified, Mike is untrusting and slightly dissociated, and Will can and will figure out how to take them apart by evidence of his face alone.

It gets even worse when the animatronics start moving and Will just has to sit on the ground because OF COURSE FUCKING GHOSTS EXIST. OKAY WHATEVER. ITS FINE. I KNOW YOU'RE ALL DEAD KIDS BUT I STILL DON'T TRUST YOU WORTH A SHIT. I MISS REGULAR MURDERERS NOW <- he's going to regret that thought extremely quickly when he meets William and Gary.

While all of this happening btw I just need you to imagine the rest of the hannibal cast absolutely losing their shit trying to figure out where Will went. Hannibal is slowly unraveling because he utterly despises how MIA Will is rn and he has no idea where he is. Let's just say that he's... a bit tired of it :) just a bit :) he's totally not about to go off-gride himself and find Will by the skin of his fucking teeth. He doesn't even fucking know about Gary........

#THERE'S SO MUCH MORE BUT I'M GETTING A BIT SLEEPY ADMITTEDLY #this is the result of these three medias but my most intense hyperfixes rn so I'm slamming them together #this was so much fun btw I gotta fucking talk more about about this au <- its only existed MAX for two days now #will is the most functional out of the three of them btw ^-^ #thebleedingeffect talks #KISSING YOU BTW. THANK YOU FOR ASKING TRULY!!!!!!!

[hotchs-second-wife]

Station 19 Spin-off, but it's their kids

Your girl just finished Station 19 up until the most recent episode and y'know she had to make their future kids as well!

Jack's got twins because I said so.

I can just see him being a twin dad, yk?

Their mother is the worst, so Jack has sole custody of his little prince, Dean, and little princess, Lila.

Yes, he would indefinitely name his son after Dean - we all know how much Jack loves his Station 19 family!!

And he clearly loved his foster sister so much.

Lila looks up to Maya and strives to be a captain, so she made it there bc she's a Gibson.

Dean settling with just being a regular firefighter and watching his big sis rise.

Carina would for sure name her kid after her brother. She had a whole episode where she mourned her baby brother!

I feel like he'd be a doctor just so his mama (Carina) doesn't lose another Andrew that she loves, but he really just wants to follow in his mom's (Maya's) footsteps.

And so he does.

Travis finally meets the new love of his life (after Michael's death) and they have a son through surrogacy - which Travis and his partner agree to call Michael, both after Travis' late husband and the partner's father- I guess?

I would love it if Pru became a battalion chief, especially after seeing Dean wanna rise through the ranks but couldn't because...well, death, and so Pru does.

And hell if she lets anyone downtalk her because she's a female battalion chief-

You know she's not going to let it slide - we all know her aunts would have taught her that.

Okay but I would love to see a 'he fell first, but she fell harder' relationship in S19 and I've already designated that to Andrew Deluca-Bishop and Lila Gibson.

"But wouldn't Andrew have been created with Jack's sperm and Carina's egg?" "Wouldn't they be half siblings through Jack?"

No.

Canonically in this AU, Carina's body just didn't take to Jack's little guys, and the Deluca-Bishops found Mason (Maya's brother). They decided to try again with Mason's sperm so at least the child would have similar DNA to Maya and PRESTO-

Idk if that's how you spell it-

Maya figured at least the baby would have more of a chance to look like her since Mason is her brother, but Andrew was born looking like Carina, so- didn't really matter anyway.

Maya still adores her son, even though he looks nothing like her and every bit like a male version of Carina. He's her little boy, she knew she'd always love him from the moment she held him.

Vic and Theo having a little badass who is just like her mother-

Exactly like her mother in every way; looks, personality, attitude, every bit.

19 raising their kids together; like a village.

THE KIDS CALLING BEN "Grandpa" BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS CALL HIM "Dad"

Little toddler Dean crying when Ben tells him that he (Ben) isn't actually Jack's dad-

"You made a toddler cry, man." "I didn't mean to!"

Lila being a protective big twin sister, even at 3-years-old, glaring at Ben as her brother cries into their dad.

Jack having no clue what to do with his own children, so when a baby play pen (or whatever its called, I was 2 when my little brother was born and I see my younger cousins like once a year, if that-) it put in the lounge of the station, he just sticks them in that until they're hungry or need the potty.

It's 2am on Boxing Day and I should be sleeping but I can't.

Don't finish off the eggnog in your fridge and an entire Monster can right before bed.

It messes with your already messed up sleep schedule.

Or do. I'm not the boss of you.

Andrew being scared of Jack when he's thinking about asking Lila on a date, when he should be scared of her Uncle Travis.

As close as he is to his mom's friends, he doesn't actually refer to them as Auntie or Uncle. So...

Considers them family, because they're his parents' family, but wouldn't go out of his way to refer to them with familial titles.

Anyway-

Travis, while having his own kid, being incredibly protective of Jack's little Lila and Vic's little Marion.

He never had a daughter, and can't imagine having one, if he was honest. So Marion and Lila are the closest he has to daughters.

So, protective Uncle Travis? I say YES.

These kids for sure grew up with happy Christmases.

Firehouse Christmases, for sure.

They'd probably make Jack dress up as Santa, in all honesty.

Little Dean crying for his dad, and Jack tries to comfort him but he's like "I WANT MY DADDY! NOT SANTA!"

Jack takes off the hat and wig, and Dean immediately hugs him, and Jack just has to crouch there and not say anything because he wants his son to maintain that childhood innocence that he couldn't.

Jack letting his kids be kids for as long as possible, even well into their teen years, because he wanted that family so he's going to make sure his kids get that.

I feel like Andy would have a son, and she'd name him after Ryan because we all know how much she loved her childhood friend.

Him and Andrew being really close bc their moms are.

I think I'll leave it there because I'm gonna write a little christmas tale of when the kids were little.

Regarding middle names; Vic and Theo made Marion's middle name Andrea, after Andy helped Vic birth Marion (with Carina's help ofc, you can guarantee that Carina was there for a majority of the births), Jack made his son's middle name after his foster dad, and Vic helped Jack a lot with his daughter, so Lila's middle name is Victoria (she even gave Lila the period talk for Jack), and Ryan's middle name is after his grandpa.

Okay, I'm done for now-

S19 Children, Parent/s and Ages

Marion "Mari" Andrea Hughes - Victoria "Vic" and Theodora "Theo" Hughes, 20yo

Dean Marco Gibson - Jack Gibson, 21yo

Lila Victoria Gibson - Jack Gibson, 21yo

Ryan Pruitt Herrera - Andrea "Andy" Herrera, 23yo

Michael "Mike/Mickey" Montgomery - Travis Montgomery, 26yo

Andrew Deluca-Bishop - Carina and Maya Deluca-Bishop, 27yo

Pruitt "Pru" Miller - Dean Miller and JJ Lau, 32yo

#station 19 #s19 #station 19 kids #s19 kids #station 19 au #s19 au

[girlbosswalkedoutonme]

My current spn fic ideas

Succubus!sam - canon divergence where everything is the same except that Sam has Succubus powers that he cant really control. Humans and monsters will at random fall obsessively dangerously in love with him. (Not all of them but it happens often enough that its a problem) It does affect all demons he meets though. Weaker and lower demons will literally worship the ground he walks on and will be compelled to follow his every command while more powerful demons will be attracted to him but not subservient to him. This would most likely be a Cram fic btw

Fic based off this post- the apocalypse happens when Sam is in his teens. The fic I want to write is basically a rewrite of s4 but sam is 16 and Dean is 20 and they r 10x more emotional and irrational bcuz they r in the most insane situation that a 16 yr old and a 20 yr old could be in.

No monsters au/serial killer john au- i read this criminal minds/ spn crossover fic and became obsessed so I really wanted to write a criminal minds crossover of my own. Specifically i wanted to write a pre series fic where john and dean get caught but neither of them are talking so the cops bring in a 13 yr old sam and grill him but hes too traumatized to talk. However him being traumatized is interpreted as him being a stone cold psychopath and when the story gets out the media paints him as a serial killer in the making and 10 yrs down the line this reputation is still haunting him

Casifer gets trans woman Sam pregnant with Jack - Sam thinks that shes having sex with Cas but shes actually having sex with lucifer possessing cas. They of course do it raw and afterwards Sam begins noticing some strange things going on with her body but brushes it off as nothing until Lucifer reveals himself. However Lucifer also hadnt realized that hed gotten Sam pregnant until the soul fisting scene. At some point after the whole deal with Amara is resolved Lucifer kidnaps Sam and stashed him with Dagon (and yes i realize that i am ripping off Kelly Klines entire storyline for Sam) However sam of course wins Dagon over with her puppy dogs eyes and compelling personality and Dagon ends up deciding to help Sam and bcuz i refuse to kill off a woman of color she lives and becomes a part of team free will

(Additional Girl!sam fic- i also just want to write another girl sam fic that takes place in the early seasons. my idea of girl!sam is literally just kristen Stewart if she were 6'3. Shes super awkward. Also Jess is a dude and hes Josh Hutcherson bcuz short king)

Every sam girls favorite: Sam visions returns - After the episode which the name for im blanking on rn, bit its the one where they kill that one demon and get the spear of Michael. Anyway after sam kills that demon it ends up triggering his visions returning. Sam does not realize this but the visions are all about an unborn Jack bcuz yeah. Also probably some sam amd mary relationship weirdness bcuz you know. Also probably some Sam and Mary relationship tension bcuz she has once again altered his fate and inadvertently allowed the state of his "humanness" to be altered

But yeah these r the fic ideas that i have so far. Please let me know if any of them sound interesting and u think that i should write them!!

#spn #fic ideas #fic inspo #sam winchester #girlboss speaks

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My thoughts, notes, and theory noodles for “Fazbear Frights #10: Friendly Face” ...

I hate that cover so much, ngl. It’s gonna haunt my nightmares, I’m sure of it!

But I really enjoyed this volume. The stories are all bangers, in my opinion, even if two of them feel more FNAF-adjacent than proper FNAF stories. (But I think that’s pretty forgivable at this point, given that some of the past stories in this series didn’t even feel *that* close to the core franchise. Looking at you, “Blackbird” and “Puppet Carver!”)

The last two volumes have really felt like they were just half-assed stories written for the sake of creating enough volumes for all the epilogues. But the stories in this one seemed more like proper stories that could actually hold themselves up, so I was pretty happy about that.

By this point in the series though, you can tell that the editor/s just did *not* care. Characters are called by the wrong names, the wrong words are used, and there are weird jumps between sentences that an editor should have smoothed out. You start to get the feel of how little genuine interest the publishing team had in these books, and I think that’s pretty sad, given how much love the franchise gets from its fanbase.

Anyway, on to stories about cats, sea monkeys, springlock suits (and their failures!), and, as always, dead kids.

Spoilers under the cut:

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"Friendly Face"

- We're introduced to a 13-year-old boy named Edward, who lives alone with his mom, who is a lawyer. - He looks so much like his mother, their resemblance is "uncanny." - Edward is a science geek, and briefly gets in trouble with his mom for reading at the breakfast table instead of eating his breakfast. - Due to his short attention span, Edward messes up a science experiment in school, which results in the entire class getting hit by a cloud of pepper flakes. ( yikes! ) - His best friend is Jack, a boy with naturally upturned lips that make him perpetually smiling, and who likes listening to audiobooks. A frequent place that the boys (and other classmates) like to spend time at is a local hill that supposedly used to be a burial ground. - Jack is... weird. I'm not sure how else to describe him. He talks more like a robot than a teenager, and I'm not sure what to think of him. He seems harmless enough, though. - I've read that this story was originally supposed to be the origin story of Andrew, our little angry boy Cassidy stand-in, either Jack or Edward was originally meant to be Andrew. The back of the book description even still says "Andrew" when it means to say "Edward" (the editors have been asleep for the past few books). While neither boy shares any personality traits with Andrew, if Andrew's childhood/home life was anything like these boys', I can see where his anger may have started from. - Edward's father left when he was three, and now lives on the other side of the country with his new wife and three new children. His only interaction with Edward is to send cards on Christmas and Edward's birthday. - Jack's parents are not huge parts of his life. His mother focuses on her career to the point where she neglects him and the house, and his father drives trucks across country, and even questions if Jack is really his son. When Jack's father is home, he spends more time watching sports on television than spending time with his son. - The boys are bullied by a pretty girl named Julia. (Kind of a repeat of Julius from "the Breaking Wheel," but with a different gender.) - The boys are dropped off in their neighborhood by the school bus, and are startled when they hear a kitten crying in one of the neighbor's flower bed, and they find a scared black kitten hiding between lawn gnomes. - Jack decides to name the kitten after Michael Faraday. This is mildly important because the boys keep talking about the concept of what would happen if an unstoppable force were to meet an immovable object. Like, seriously, the topic is constantly brought up, but never really expanded upon past that initial question. - (The name also makes me imagine Scott typing into Google "famous people named Michael" and then looking for like... one of the *last* people on the list to refer to in the story.) - Faraday the kitten seems to accidentally turn on the television and switch the channel to the correct station. - Months pass, with Faraday living comfortably in Jack's home, jointly cared for by Jack and Edward. When the boys get to work on building a treehouse in Jack's backyard, Faraday gets distracted by a butterfly, and chases off after it. The boys go to rescue the cat as he scampers off. - A construction dump truck comes down the street just as Faraday runs into the street, Jack chasing after him. Edward screams, and is frozen in horror as both his best friend and cat are run over. Hearing the commotion, Jack's father comes out to see what happened, and also lets out a cry of horror and pain when he sees what happened. - Edward falls into a severe depression after this incident, understandably. He reads and re-reads his favorite books over and over, trying to force the image of his dead friends from his mind, and his schoolwork and chores all cease to happen for him. His mother gets sick of him "moping" after a few weeks, and blames Jack's death on "that stupid cat" they found, a statement that hurts Edward deeply. - As the next few weeks pass, Edward tries to find ways to distract himself. He runs out of books to read, and moves on to watching TV. While watching one day, he sees an ad from the Freddy Fazbear Entertainment company, advertising their new line of "Friendly Faces," which seems to be a line of animatronic pets designed to look like the deceased pets of the buyer. The ad promises that the buyer needs to only send in a few hairs of the deceased pet, and Fazbear Entertainment can recreate the pet's exact face/likeness. - (Right off the bat, this made me think of Henry recreating his deceased daughter in the original novel trilogy, and I'm wondering if Henry is the main mastermind behind this "Friendly Faces" line as a way of practicing before rebuilding Charlie.) - Edward calls the number on the screen, and receives an address in return. He wants to pay for a duplicate to be made of Faraday the cat, so he can memorialize his friend Jack better. - Crossing the street gives Edward some unwanted flashbacks, but he heads to Jack's parents' house to acquire some of Faraday's hair from the spot where his friend and cat were killed. Having acquired the hair, he puts it in a Ziploc bag and mails the bag and his money off to Fazbear's. - Wow, Edward's mom really doesn't understand that her son is *grieving* the *death* of his *best* *friend!* She acts like he's just in some phase or something. DX - Edward's 'Friendly Face' takes longer than usual to arrive, due to a "production anomaly," he's told. But, sure enough, the package eventually arrives. - Edward eagerly opens the package, ignoring the ominous storm clouds gathering over head or the equally foreboding sound of a neighbor's dog barking and whining in a frenzied manner. He pulls out the black cat facsimile, only to scream in horror when he finds himself face to face with something that has Faraday's body and Jack's face. But not just Jack's face - Jack's *dead* face.  0_0 - (Not sure how no one at Fazbear's noticed that one. Or did they just look at the human face on the cat body and just be like "... Yeah, that seems right and normal and like something a child would ask for!") - Without hesitating, Edward shoves the Friendly Face back into the shipping box without touching it. Not wanting his mom to see the thing in the trash, he decides to bury the Friendly Face, and goes to bury it in his backyard, despite the thunder storm that's starting up outside. He buries it in the yard, while the fake Jack face smiles up at him from the hole in the ground. - Just a note: the Friendly Face hasn't been activated yet, and Edward buried the user manual with it. So we're not told at this point how the Friendly Face can be turned on, and everything beyond this point is a complete surprise. - Edward is awoken by a quiet pattering in the middle of the night. With the storm outside getting stronger, the power is out, and Edward is forced to use a flashlight to try to find the source of the noise. He registers the sound as being something akin to "metal tapping on wood," and looks out into the hall outside his bedroom. - Finding nothing, and unable to determine where the sound is coming from, he begins walking around in the dark, trying to find whatever it is. He hears the sound coming from wildly different rooms and directions around him, but peeking into those rooms, he finds nothing. Even when he hears the sound right behind him, when he whirls to look, he finds nothing. - Terrified, Edward runs back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him and bringing his flashlight under the covers with him. - Edward recites the number of pi to calm himself down. (... Boy, this is why you get bullied at school.) - Another sound gets his attention, but this time, when Edward sits up to look, he finds himself staring into the mud-streaked face of the Jack Friendly Face, grinning twistedly at him. Edward screams, and his mother rushes into the room, but by now the thing is gone again. - His mom teases him about imagining monsters under his bed, and even goes so far as to jokingly check for him. (Yes, your son is a terrified, stammering mess and you're going to make fun of him. What a great parent you are. -rolls eyes- ) - In the following days, Edward starts seeing the Jack Friendly Face at random times, always in places where he'd expect to see Jack or Faraday. It's unclear if he's actually seeing the thing, or if he's imagining it. - Edward is too afraid to go into the backyard to see if the thing is still buried there or not, and has no idea if the Friendly Face could unbury itself. (Hmm... Fetch could, so I wouldn't put it past the Friendly Face.) - Ironically, Edward's new favorite science theory is that of Schrodinger's cat. (Which, if you aren't familiar with it, is a scenario to help explain String Theory, the idea being that you don't know if a box contains a cat or not unless you look into it.) - The tapping, chittering sounds that the Friendly Face makes follow him everywhere now, and he constantly hears it nearby, both at home and at school. He's unable to sleep, and is now running on empty. - Edward continues to get bullied at school, both by pretty bully Julia and mean boy Eddy. - He gets followed home by the Friendly Face one day, the animatronic abomination behaving like a normal cat. Seeing the thing behaving like a living animal, Edward wonders if burying it was something akin to burying someone alive, and whether or not the thing is mad at him. - Edward panics, and runs through the woods, the Friendly Face hot on his heels. He runs across the highway, trying to get away from the thing, and is hit by a semi truck, dying instantly. - The Friendly Face sits down near the side of the road, staring at Edward's lifeless body. We now get to see into the 'mind' of the Friendly Face, and we learn that it thought it was playing with Edward, its master and friend, and that it didn't ever mean any harm. Now, looking at where Edward landed, it's waiting for Edward to get back up and play with it some more. - I don't really have anything to say about this story that I haven't already said. There really wasn't much to this story, aside from the implication that someone at Fazbear's is trying to figure out how to recreate a dead animal or person. (Side-eyes Henry and William both.)

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"Sea Bonnies"

- brothers Mott and Rory are having fun in the arcade at Freddy's. Rory is 7, and Mott is his 13 year old brother. Unlike most of the sets of brothers in these books, Mott and Rory get along, and seem to enjoy having fun with each other. - Mott has brown hair like his father, and is apparently considered a good-looking boy for a middle schooler, while brother Rory has bright red hair like their mother. When it's pointed out that the brothers don't resemble each other very closely, Mott teases that his brother was left on the doorstep by sea monkeys. - Even at 13, Mott still likes going to Freddy's, and even sings along with the animatronics. - At Freddy's, Mott runs into Theresa, a pretty girl he knows from school. She's also here with her younger brother. They both like music, and talk about their favorite bands. - The pizza at Freddy's is served by a "ponytailed server on roller skates," which is a reference to how waitresses would get around in old '50s-style restaurants, but is also similar to Scrap Baby's design. - Rory wins a container of Sea Bonnie eggs and care materials from his arcade tickets. The image of the Sea Bonnies apparently looks like a cross between a sea monkey and a rabbit, as the Sea Bonnie are actually sea monkeys that have been genetically engineered to look like Bonnie. Rory is very excited about his winnings. - The boys go home, where their mom is making dinner. Their mom has red hair and blue eyes, and she usually works evenings. - Their dad works as a pilot, I think? I'm not sure, I think I missed something there. But the point is that their dad is usually away at work. - Rory already has a pet goldfish named Fritz, who will now be sharing space with the Sea Bonnie eggs. - When Mott reads the instructions for the Sea Bonnies, he's surprised to find weird additional ingredients mixed in with the eggs and their food, including borax, blue food dye, and soda. (Sounds like instructions for making slime.) - Mott and his friends Lyle and Nate are working on a science experiment for school that involves growing colonies of bacteria and seeing what effects antibiotics have on them. - The Sea Bonnies hatch and take over the fish tank they've been placed in. Mott thinks they look like creepy little rabbits. The creatures propel themselves through the water by twitching their 'rabbit ear'-shaped fins. When Rory puts a hand on the side of the tank, the Sea Bonnies all collectively move toward his hand, clustering together on the side of the tank. When Rory and Mott get into an argument, the Sea Bonnies all turn to watch... and maybe listen? - (Mott's such a good kid, and a good brother. I'm not used to this kind of character in these books.) - Throughout the following day, Mott keeps hearing strange whispers from the direction of the fish tank as the Sea Bonnies call his name and taunt and bully him. - Rory has a book he wants read to him before bed called "Foxy and Bonnie’s Adventures on the High Seas," and sleeps with a Freddy plushie. - After putting Rory to bed, Mott sees something going on in the fish tank, and goes to check it out. To his horror, Fritz the goldfish has been taken over by the Sea Bonnies, which act like little parasites. The Sea Bonnies continue to whisper taunts out at Mott, calling him names and mocking him at every turn. - Fritz the fish is transformed into a purple, disgusting, undead version of itself, which sets off all of Mott's inner alarms. (And makes me think of the theory that Fritz Smith, the technician you play as in FNAF2, is post-scoop Michael Afton.) - While Rory is out playing with a friend, Mott takes the fish tank out of his room and carries it to the bathroom. Sensing Mott's intentions, the Sea Bonnies agitate the water, and are apparently powerful enough to make the water in the tank into a frothy whirlpool. Having decided that the Sea Bonnies present a threat to him and his brother, Mott pours them into the toilet and flushes them. - Predictably, Rory bursts into tears when he learns of his pets' demise. Mott feels bad, but is also happy to have gotten rid of the little creatures, thinking they posed a danger to his brother. - Mott has a nightmare about eating a bowl of cereal, but the cereal is actually a bowl of Sea Bonnies. It's enough to wake him up and send him running to the bathroom to throw up. He gets a drink of water, but the water feels funny, and swallowing it feels like swallowing something slimy and clumpy. - Mott wakes up the next morning with a horrible stomach cramp, and feels like he ate something bad. To make things worse, he starts hearing the Sea Bonnies' whispers again, calling him a "wuss" and "stupid" and mocking his pain. - Mott tries to hide how bad he feels though, because his mom has an important work event to go to and he doesn't want to interfere with her day. (Boy, it's not your fault that you're sick! It’s okay to tell your mom!) His mom thinks he must have eaten spoiled lunch meat and gotten some minor food poisoning, and fusses over him; she touches his forehead, and says that Mott feels strangely cold. - His mom calls a family friend, who is also the boys' doctor and the father of one of Mott's friends, asking him to check in on Mott for her later in the day. She then takes Rory to school, leaving Mott alone at home. - The pain and whispers get worse, and Mott ends up getting brought into the doctor's clinic for a brief examination. The doctor, Dr. Taber, checks over him, while the Sea Bonnies whisper "You don't know what you're dealing with!" into Mott's head. After running some tests, Dr. T also comes to the conclusion that Mott is suffering from food poisoning. He sends Mott  to take a nap in his office until he can drive Mott home. - Once at home, Mott goes to bed, and sleeps for several hours. He wakes up the next morning, very thirsty but otherwise feeling fine. He still hears the whispers, but now assumes it's just all in his head, and he starts responding to the whispers in a mocking tone of his own. - Mott thinks of the fishing trips his dad takes him on sometimes, and wonders if they'll get to go again soon. - Mott starts feeling sick again. The whispers get worse, and start getting louder, until the Sea Bonnies are shouting at him. Mott hums to drown them out, and then starts playing loud music. - His innards start feeling really bad, and he calls Dr. T again. Dr. T decides to try giving him a catscan. Mott actually feels like the Sea Bonnies are eating him from the inside out, and the scan reveals "abnormalities" all along his organs, starting on his stomach and moving outward, affecting even his heart and lungs. Dr. T and his partner are confused by the abnormalities, and stare at the scan results for awhile, trying to figure out what they are. Ultimately, they think there's something wrong with the scanning machine, and decide to try scanning him again tomorrow. - Getting a look at the scan results himself, Mott immediately recognizes the abnormalities as little clusters of Sea Bonnies scattered around his innards. When he speaks to Dr. T, saying that he knows the cause of this, his voice is low and painfully neutral, sounding like a robot's voice even to his own ears. - "They're eating me from the inside, and they're using themselves to replace my organs!" - Dr. T, of course, doesn't understand or believe what Mott is telling him about Sea Bonnies eating his insides, and neither does Mott's mother. Neither of them really know what to do with Mott. - Mott spends his evening staring off into space, having no energy or motivation to do much else. He wonders how much longer he has as a human with human parts. - His arm itches, and he scratches it absentmindedly. To his surprise, he breaks skin, and sees a Sea Bonnie pop out with his blood. The Sea Bonnie dives back inside of him. Mott also becomes aware that his skin is changing color, taking on a blue-purple color. Unable to deal with the realization that the Sea Bonnies are eating him and replacing him bit by bit, Mott freezes and goes back to staring off into space. - Looking into the mirror, Mott sees Sea Bonnies swimming around inside his eyeballs. Avoiding his mother and brother (afraid that he'll infect them somehow), he runs outside, where it's nighttime and raining, and heads toward the doctor's clinic. His mind is very one-tracked right now, like he can only focus on one task at a time. - When his arm itches, Mott scratches it, only to remove a large chunk of his own flesh. The bloody chunk of tissue is infested with Sea Bonnies. They reattach themselves to him, unbothered. - Now out in the middle of the woods during the night, getting rained on, Mott realizes that his body is almost completely gone now, replaced by something horrible and alien. - "Every time he took a step, pieces of himself came apart." - "Not Mott. Mott wasn't Mott anymore." - Mott starts desperately tearing parts of himself off, pulling pieces out of his arms and face and chest, only for those pieces to literally climb back onto him and reattaching. - Mott isn't walking anymore so much as scuttling along the ground. He can't think very clearly anymore, only able to focus on one task at a time, and his memories are so scattered that he can't clearly remember what his mother or brother look like. - Claudia, the woman who works the desk at the doctor's clinic, opens the door when Mott arrives. She sees him standing out in the rain, his skin mis-colored and his eyes staring forward vacantly. When she asks if he's okay, he smiles and answers robotically, telling her "It's a nice day. Everyone should be out." - Claudia watches in confusion as Mott then turns and walks away into the darkness and pouring rain. He vanishes from view, as though he's disintegrated. - I'm pretty sure part of this story is just a re-imagining of Michael's scoopage and replacement by Ennard for a time, since it's about a guy who tries to do right by his younger sibling but ends up turning into a creepy, disgusting, undead version of himself that *isn't* himself. (And because it's not a Fazbear Frights story without referencing Michael done getting himself scooped!) - And if it's more of an explanation of how Michael thinks/feels after being replaced by Ennard for a time and becoming the purple corpse man we all know and love, it brings up a few interesting points. Like purple!Mott's inability to focus on more than one task at a time, leading to him wandering around during the night, only able to think about finding Dr. T (and Dr. T is referred to as being "like a father" to Mott, which makes me think of corpse!Michael's message, promising to find his father). Or the robotic way purple!Mott speaks, with no emotion or inflection behind his sentences. Or how purple!Mott can't remember things very clearly, and has to force himself to try to picture his family member's faces. Does this mean it's possible that corpse!Michael doesn't remember things well? Is that why Golden Freddy and Scraptrap keep having to remind him "It's me?" Interesting thoughts, for sure.

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"Together Forever"

- "These old locks always get stuck!" ... Ah. It's *that* kind of story. - Our new main charas are Jessica and Brittney, two stereotypical mean popular girls in high school. They're only sophomores, but have been voted as homecoming queen and princess, respectively. - Both girls are, of course, white girls with blonde hair and blue eyes, and wear expensive trendy clothes that almost match one another's outfits. - Jessica and Brittney bully Mindy and Cindy, two younger girls who have the misfortunate of having lockers near the mean girls. But the joke is that Mindy and Cindy don't really register the bullying, and believe that the older girls probably hate themselves but, unable to take that anger out on themselves, they take it out on Mindy and Cindy. - One of their classmates is a boy named Evan, who they both like. Evan apparently dresses like a "retro-styled hobo," whatever that means. - Both the mean girls and the younger girls they bully are in the same robotics class. Their school, for some reason, has a robotics class instead of any arts-related classes. The class is taught by a bird-like man named Mr. Thornton, and they are currently working on studying old animatronics that were donated to the school. This fleet of animatronics for them to work on includes a few large, human-sized characters in clothing, and a lot of smaller, dog- and cat-like robots. (Like Fetch? Or the Friendly Face?) - Brittney jokes that Thornton is a glitched robot himself, since the man often spaces out and leaves sentences hanging. (No, that's just how nerds talk. Trust me, I was raised by two nerds.) - Jessica complains about the class, but secretly admits that she actually likes robotics, if only because robots always do exactly what she tells them to do, unlike people. - Jessica and Brittney are given a human-sized pig waitress animatronic to work on. The pig is named Rosie Porkchop, and she's dressed up like an old-style waitress in a frilly dress. She has a special user's manual, because apparently she has some specific design features that the girls will need to learn about before working on her. Rosie's stomach opens, revealing an empty space large enough to hold a person, or maybe two children. ( ... Go on.) - Rosie is a springlock suit, which the girls learn means she can function as either an autonomous animatronic or as a costume for a person to wear. In suit mode, like she is now, her springlocks are dialed back, and she appears fairly empty, with space for a person to fit inside. In animatronic mode, however, the springlocks engage, and the empty space becomes filled with inner mechanisms that fold out and connect together. - The girls decide to program the pig animatronic to attack Cindy and Mindy, or to at least harass the younger girls at the upcoming school dance. After they learn how the springlocks work, Jessica and Brittney decide to program Rosie to stuff Cindy and Mindy into her stomach and hold them there for the entire evening of the dance. - Jessica and Brittney come back to school during the evening (after hours) to work more on Rosie. They joke about programming the robot to do things like "fetch" (which I thought was funny), and then learn that Rosie is programmed to "approach children, but avoid adults." - The robotics lab is spooky after hours, filled with robotic heads and parts. The girls are startled when a robotic rat suddenly springs to life, and question why anyone would ever build a rat animatronic. (Chuck E. Cheese would like to know your location.) - The girls finish programming Rosie to attack Mindy and Cindy, but, when they turn her on, Rosie immediately grabs Brittney and shoves her into her stomach. Jessica, the more tech-savvy of the girls, tries to fix the program or turn the pig off, but Brittney, screaming hysterically, is dragged literally kicking and screaming into the robot's stomach and sealed inside. - Inside Rosie's stomach, Brittney is currently alright and in one piece, but she's very scared and can't get out. On the outside, Jessica tries to figure out how to get Rosie to open up again. When none of her attempts work, Jessica start flipping random switches, and accidentally turns on Rosie's animatronic mode... and Brittney is skewered to death, releasing a horrible screech of pain and then falling silent. - Jessica finally gets Rosie back into suit mode and opens the stomach hatch, and comes face to face with mangled bloody pieces of her best friend. Jessica screams in horror, and Rosie wakes up once more, grabs Jessica, and shoves the second teen into her stomach. - Inside the robot herself, Jessica finally sees what's left of Brittney's face, her best friend having been literally ripped to shreds, and the shreds now wrapped horribly around several of the inner mechanisms of the springlock suit. Jessica cries and screams, trapped inside the robot with the remains of her friend. - Brittney starts talking, somehow, telling Jessica that she's cold and scared. Jessica asks how her friend is talking, and Brittney doesn't really have an answer for her. - Rosie's suit mode gets somehow flipped off again, and Jessica is skewered and torn apart. - Mindy and Cindy arrive to school early the next morning, going to set up for a presentation in the robotics class. They see the Rosie Porkchop robot, already turned on and ready to perform the tricks Jessica programmed into her. Rosie greets them in Jessica's voice, much to the younger girls' surprise. Rosie also refers to herself in a plural form, like there's more than one of her, and ignores Cindy when the girl tries to correct her. - Cindy and Mindy are amused by the animatronics antics, and don't notice when blood drips out of her. - Mr. Thornton takes a closer look at Rosie, and notes that the switch that toggles Rosie between animatronic mode and suit mode doesn't seem to work anymore. He says he's glad for that, since the manufacturer said the springlock suits could be dangerous, and, due to some past incidents, have been discontinued. Apparently, the suits have been known to randomly switch between suit and animatronic modes in the past, causing many injuries. - Mindy and Cindy take credit for programming Rosie (and receive A's), while Jessica and Brittney, who are dead but still conscious and aware of their surroundings, watch helplessly from inside Rosie. They can watch and hear, but can no longer speak. - So all in all, this story explains how the springlock suits work (and how they malfunction), and answers some questions that I've had for years about them. There's an endoskeleton that is broken down into pieces and folded up (locked in place) on the inside when in suit mode, making room for a person. When in animatronic mode, those endoskeleton pieces fold back out (spring back), filling the inner space and inadvertently crushing anything in their paths. - This explains why in the original Springtrap design he has a full, functioning endoskeleton, and also why that endoskeleton has bits of flesh wrapped around it in places; when the springlocks snapped, the endoskeleton parts popped back into place, tearing through William's body in the process. I've always wondered he wasn't just a corpse in a costume, and now I have my answer. So I'm pretty satisfied with this story. - Also, because the story ends on two people trapped inside a springlock suit, it's referencing Golden Freddy, further cementing the theory/common understanding that Golden Freddy is a springlock suit that contains the spirits of two people: "Crying Child" Afton (William's son) and Cassidy "the Vengeful Spirit" (one of William's victims). - I find it very interesting that the two souls trapped inside Rosie are unable to speak, but Rosie speaks in Jessica's voice anyway. No explanation as to how or why she does.

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"Epilogue 10"

- Det. Larson tries looking into the history of the 'Jeff's Pizza' building, but can't figure out who the original owner was. Apparently the building has been bought and sold so many times that no website seems to have a complete list, and both the original owner and current owner seem to be hidden. He gets help from Chancey, the oddball detective with a Southern accent and cowboy slang. - Larson pulls up the dates connected to the blood samples he'd taken from the ball pit and tries to connect them to past unsolved crimes. What he finds is that, on each date that the blood samples turned up, a teenager went missing; further investigation reveals that the missing kids were last seen with a "metal, female-looking, clown mannequin." (So we now know that Sarah wasn't Eleanor's first victim, and definitely not her last. But it's also interesting that she's being described as a mannequin now, when the first time we saw her she was compared to a doll.) Larson doesn't know what the connection is, when kids are going missing, and the dates are lining up, but the blood is all from one single person. - Larson learns about someone named Dr. Talbert, who was apparently called in at one point to comment on Eleanor, apparently being considered an expert in the study of Remnant. Larson doesn't know what Remnant is, but learns that it resembles "liquid mercury," and that it's terribly difficult to obtain a sample. - Meanwhile, Jake tries to figure out where Ranelle's father is. Her memories are disjointed, and don't make any sense to him, and she tenses up whenever he actually asks her about her father. Finally, he approaches her directly about it, and she nods, and starts leading him to her father's home. - Her father's home is close enough for them to walk to, but is across the railroad tracks and is on the outskirts of town. The house looks extremely uninviting from Jake's pov. The front door opens, and a man's voice calls out from inside, assuming they're delivering a package or something and giving them directions of where to put it. Jake thinks the inside of the house is much more inviting than the outside was, with furniture pieces covered in throw pillows and family photos on the walls. - Jake sees a picture of two men standing together, and recognizes one of them as Dr. Talbert. (Sidenote: Talbert's name is miswritten as "Taggert" in this sequence, and the editors just straight didn't care.) - Another photo shows Dr. Talbert standing with his teenage daughter, who has long, curly black hair and brown eyes. - Outside, Detective Larson approaches the house, having tracked down the home's occupant as the owner of the 'Jeff's Pizza' building. He steps inside, and is startled to see the Stitchwraith and a strange teenager. - Taking no notice of the detective, Ranelle focuses on the picture of Talbert's daughter, adjusting her appearance to look like the girl in the photo. - Larson has another one of his now-common hallucinations, and sees Ranelle for what she really is: Eleanor, the metal clown girl who "feeds on human suffering." Larson draws his gun to shoot the monster girl, but she simply smiles at him, which causes him to fall to the floor unconscious. - While out of it, Larson sees visions of Eleanor stuffing human body parts into a Plushtrap Chaser, Eleanor antagonizing Delilah at 1:35 AM for the umpteenth time, Eleanor holding onto Pete's body during his autopsy, and then Eleanor with the patient in Room 1280. He ends up following Eleanor through a maze on the astral plane, and sees Toby's body hanging from the wooden pegs of the Hide And Seek game; Eleanor and Toby exchange smiles "like they were sharing a private joke," and then Larson is thrown into another vision. Next, Larson sees Eleanor grab Sam in his Blackbird costume, throwing him in front of the oncoming train. Larson pulls Sam away and the young man lands in a nearby ditch inside. - (So, two things real quick. One: Eleanor is apparently the root cause of all the stories I couldn't make heads or tails of. And two: Larson can manipulate the things in these "visions," so they aren't just in his head -- he's *really* there. So has the time travel abilities of the ball pit or Andrew's spirit rubbed off onto Larson? Or was Eleanor the only thing with time travel ability this entire time?) - From Jake's pov, he sees Larson enter the house and then immediately pass out. Jake doesn't know why, and has just missed a lot of important plot points. - The owner of the house, who is apparently Dr. Talbert (???? Even though I thought he was dead???), comes out to greet Ranelle, and is apparently very happy to see his daughter again. He doesn't seem to see Larson at all. This is when Jake finally gets a good long look at Ranelle, and recognizes her as Eleanor. - Eleanor makes a scene to make it look like Jake attacked her, and, believing her to be his daughter, Dr. Talbert pulls out a gun (!!!) and shoots Jake's battery pack, shutting down his Stitchwraith body. Talbert then prepares to use Remnant to heal "Ranelle." - Unable to move but able to listen, Jake realizes that Eleanor's goal was to obtain Remnant, which she believes will keep her alive forever. As soon as the Remnant touches her, her entire appearance changes, taking on the form of a grey-skinned, fanged beast with gaping eyes and an unhinged jaw. - ... Are you seriously about to tell me that Eleanor is someone/something *other* than Elizabeth Afton? Because it seems like that's what that ending is saying, and I ain't happy about it. - Also why is Dr. Talbert???? Still alive???? We literally saw him die! The Stitchwraith touched him and he died! Black tear stains and all! There was a whole police investigation into his apparent murder! I'm going to scream from frustration!! DX

#five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #my thoughts #a brief analysis

[perriwinklesblog]

I know some people prefer consistent content but I like to take it as it comes and sometimes life happens and other projects need to take priority. 

So right now, I consider this to be a mid season break. Techno going into the prison was like the midseason finale for the Dream Prison Arc and Wilbur and Ranboo’s stuff was like their midseason finale and the Red Banquet where the egg was contained, was a midseason finale and alllllllll the mini episodes we’ve had since there are like specials etc. 

You know, like how in Dr Who you can go a few years without a solid season but get a special at Christmas and New Year? You know like that. 

So like all other programs, stories, videos I watch, I am coming up with ways in which the next bit could go. Some are a bit out there and definitely not happening, others I could see happening. 

This is long and pointless and full or errors both grammatically and spelling wise but I had fun thinking of what could happen next. Read if you want.

Dream escapes prison with Technoblades help. A server wide man hunt comes for Dream but unlike his videos he had stolen the spare armour in the prison and so is pretty OP making it easier for him to put distance between his enemies and himself. 

Technoblade returns to the artic and him, Phil and Will come to an in pass, a slight disagreement. Philza whilst having sided with Dream before, knows he’s not a good guy. Only used him to help destroy lmanburg for his own morals. It was not because he agreed with Dream. In his eyes, he was using Dream for his own goals. Plus, now he’s seen the aftermath of Dream’s terror on the citizens he realises the man perhaps shouldn’t be set to run entirely free. This slightly goes against Techno’s beliefs but the main issue of tension between them is Technoblade willingly placing himself in danger when he didn’t need too and helping release the man who tortured Tommy and clearly has something going on with Ranboo thats bad. 

Wilbur is angry because Techno won’t say where Dream has gone due to an agreement between the two and Technoblade is a man of his word. Wilbur wishes to thank and meet the man who saved him. This also worries Philza because he’s worried he’ll revert back to the man he saw the day he blew up L’Manburg. Over all tension between the three

Niki and Wilbur finally meet and it is as heartbreaking as it is beautifully tragic. Wilbur apologises but misses the mark, misses what hurt her which hurts her more. There’s an explosion with their argument that leaves a stunned silence. Niki asks Wilbur to leave. He does so. 

This leads to a Wilbur and Ranboo conversation where Ranboo tries to reason with Wilbur about Niki’s side. Wilbur brushes it off because much like the blue counterpart we all miss, he’s not a fan of the negative emotion. He tries to focus on the business etc and let’s slip that Dream has escaped somehow. Ranboo leaves. Wilbur is confused but distracted by a confrontation with Quackity.

Ranboo then starts his stream and he’s in the fucking panic room and he’s panicking because there are signs so many signs and they don’t make sense. Theres lesson rules, asking about the missing journal and it’s like every issue he’s ever faced is staring right back at him because Ranboo has never really resolved any issue, just pushed and moved on. He’s tried but that usually failed and for a while he’s ignored all the issues and here they are in front of him, all at one. A big volcanic eruption of anxiety and stress, and it ain’t sitting with him. 

Dream appears. But is it really him? We never know because after a conflict and a back and fourth about everyone in Ranboo’s life eventually landing on a threat about Michael and Tubbo, he blacks out and the stream ends. 

Quackity is livid with everything thats happening, the careful empire he’s building is falling apart and he’s shifting the blame around from person to person. He manipulates everyone around them into believing this is somehow their own fault and that they must make it up to him because he has been nothing but kind and loving to them. He gave them a place, a roof on their head when they had nothing. He misses out the parts where he insulted and or destroyed their homes, but it works and his employee “family” become the main bounty hunters for Dream, with Bad and Ant tagging along since they’re guards. 

Now the streams relating to the manhunt displays everyones wants. They’re all doing this wanting something, and whilst it’s to gain Quackity’s favour back they’re all doing that for different reasons. Their motivations are somewhat different even if on the surface they are the same and so on the man hunts, because there will be many, this is slowly picked apart and through that the manipulation of Quackity is revealed and then we see a parrallel between Quackity and previous people in power where they start to get desperate to keep control over the thing they’ve created. Because that’s been one of (not the only) issues with every leader on the server, the control and their feeling of lack of, even if thats not truly the case. But you get these moments between all the characters where they’re trying to outwit one another, trying to figure it out without blatantly saying it. Maybe Foolish does. He’s a bit of a himbo. 

Ponk always said he’d leave the door open for Sam and I truly think something happens, whether it be a look in the mirror with one of his guards going too far with someone or a conversation with Quackity where Quackity holds the mirror up to Sam maliciously, that causes him to hit the rock bottom and just break and I want that breakdown in front of Ponk. And I want Ponk not necessarily to give him the second chance off the bat but give him that peace offering, give him that hand to pull him up. I want him to take Sam to Niki and explain to Niki we’ve done bad things in the past, this is a safe haven and I believe Sam needs help and a place he can truly feel safe and for a moment Sam does and this begins his raid to redemption in gaining back the trust of the people in his lives. He becomes Tubbo 2.0 spying on Quackity like Tubbo did for Wilbur, but maybe less... bad.

But what of the Fiances? Wellllll,. With Dream escaping him and George meet in secret. George confesses he doesn’t believe it’s real and for a long time has been struggling with reality. He misses the early days, misses when they’d just have fun. Dream says he was having fun and George says I wasn’t. Dream shows true regret for George but says its too late now, can’t change the past. George agrees. Dream asks him what he’s going to do and he simply replies with “Sleep” Ending stream. 

Sapanps stream is a lot more WE ARE GOING ON A DREAM HUNT WE’RE GOING TO CATCH A BIG ONE, I’M NOT SCARED. vibes. He’s gearing up, he’s suiting up and he’s saluting pets on the way. He made a promise and with everything else going on in his life, he’s ready to throw himself into a distraction. He tries to convince George to help him but he waves him off saying, what’s the point? and mumbles something about divine powers and dreams which Sapnap just shakes off. He tries to find Karl in Kinoko but instead comes across Quackity. They have a blow up about how They abandoned each other, both did wrong but neither see the other side of things and eventually he tells him to leave. Quackity says okay, and the place blows up. Foolish cries in the corner. All that heard work but the boss said so. Sapnap ends the whole thing saying at least he’s there for Karl and Quackity pauses and is like why? And Sapnap is all like you care. Just go, you’ve done enough damage, I can’t have you damaging him too. And after a little more but but but between the two, Quackity goes. Sapnap leaves the place to burn, going to find Dream and hopefully Karl on the way. 

Karls in space. That’s where his latest travels have taken him and where the other side decided was his time to visit. Here I see a Wizard in Oz scenario where solutions to some issues will be revealed for Karl in relation to the other side. When it comes to his Dream SMP stuff, he starts confusing names and people more and Sapnap is worried about him, considering keeping him in a safe place. The only place that survived was the library with Karls books. Karl says he’ll stay there. Thats where the answers are anyway. Sapnap is unsure and gets bad vibes but is distracted by a lead on Dream and agrees, he tells him he’ll be back soon. 

They don’t see each other for a long ass time 

I’m not sure on the egg stuff but I do feel Niki and Puffy should have a conversation about all the shit thats happened and Puffy trying to help Niki and vice versa. I feel like Puffy should reach out to Foolish and try and comprehend what the fuck is he doing with Quackity. They have a little argument but it comes to a point where Puffy realises she cannot shield Foolish from harm and that her son ,just make his own decisions. All she can do is guide him where she can and hope that when it comes down to it he will make the right choice. She hopes she didn’t fail this dependant like she did with Dream her duckling. Though only she sees it as failure. 

Jack and Niki finally talk. She goes searching for some things and comes to his new place, he tells her to fuck off and that he doesn’t need anyone. They all abandon him. Niki pretty much does the verbal equivalent of slap some sense into him as she and him discuss how he is not the centre of everything, how he is not the sun. She was hurting, and he didn’t bother, no instead they just fed off each others anger and once he couldn’t feed of her or anyone else he isolated himself. She tries to convince him there are better things in life, there are better ways to place your energy etc. A lot of healing talk with Jack being stubborn. Eventually Jack finds himself at the door of Quackity after sticking to stubbornness, not quite ready to heal and he becomes the next member of Las Nevadas. A big blow to Wilbur too. 

They finally destroy the egg with magic. I dunno how but either destroy or hatch. Either or would be great. Red comes out the thing and I want a gay ass villain please. Bring it Red. Let’s go. Invite him to the server, bring the fire, bring the plant power Red. He can be the villain that unites everyone in a begrudging way. Like they all hate each other but fine i guess we’ll team to stop Red and Ant. 

Skeppy’s dead. 

Tubbo and Ranboo have a fight but Ranboo says “Weren’t we enough?” and it’s in relation to him and Michael (this happens before panic room). Thats when Tubbo realises where the wires got crossed and he immediately rectifies it but explaining he’s happy with the two of them but he wanted a job, something to work towards. Family wise he’s got it all, he’s content with it all but he wanted a project and one that didn’t incite violence. Fun rivalry sure, but he’s done with violence, he’s doesn’t want to add to the nightmares he already has. He wants competition but not one that will put all he loves in danger. So they talk it out and Ranboo feels more confident and Tubbo asks him to tell him if he ever takes anything too far because he can get a little carried away sometimes. Ranboo agrees and then they have a cute playdate with Michael. Then Ranboo does the thing with Wilbur and ends up in panic room.

Tommy and Tubbo discuss everything and lay it all out on the table because Tommy doesn’t want to be on the other side again with Tubbo. Tubbo doesn’t understand why everyone is making such a big deal about his burger business and Tommy tries to explain the issues with Quackity and the level of intensity he’s seen with Wilbur but Tubbo just laughs it off. They eventually talk about Ranboo and Tommy relents saying he likes Ranboo although he does sometimes get jealous of how Tubbo seems to have it all. Tubbo tells Tommy of his nightmares and so does Tommy to Tubbo. They come to an understanding with each other and understand that no matter how long they go apart, there is always a space shaped to fit them perfectly in their lives for them. Tubbo and Tommy then go play some pranks. 

Wilbur is unhappy with the pranks and gives a lecture and they get into a fight. This leads to Wilbur talking man to man to Quackity. Theres some weird sexual tension. Once again they’re trying to outwit one another. That when we get to the crazy stuff. 

And here’s where I get crazy with my stuff. 

Ponk is digging in his lil cave when he accidentally breaks through to a random room buried deep underground. Tommy’s there trying to scam him out of something he has. Tubbo and Ranboo too. When they get to this room Ranboo thinking it’s the panic one and freaks out, but the others calm him down. Ponk thinking theres diamonds in the room storms ahead setting off some traps but surviving. Tubbo opens one of the chests and just says theres a bucket in there. Ponk pulls it out and says it has a named fish in it. 

You see where I’m going. 

They empty the bucket whilst asking what the fish is called. They are interrupted by a voice. It’s Sally. 

Dream had captured her and bound her to a bucket and put her in the chest and hid her from Wilbur. 

She has been released. She freaks out over how much time has past because for her nothing has changed at all. She thought it might have been a couple of hours or something since Dream pulled that prank on her but clearly not. 

They all catch up and the season ends with Sally and Wilbur meeting in front of Quackity, Dream in the shadows and Sally and Wilbur turning to see Fundy who just freaks the fuck out. 

Oh and just a side, Callahan is the last member of the syndicate and God of the server and is having fun playing with the mortals. 

And then I have the next season planned out and how I’d end the whole thing but like until then. This is it. Mid Season to finale. How I picture things happening. 

None of this will happen but isn’t it fun to imagine? 

#dream smp #headcanons #technoblade #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #tommyinnit #tommy mcyt #tubbo #ranboo #philza #skeppy #badboyhalo #captain puff #foolish gamers #niachu #ponk #quackity #karl jacobs #awesamdude #wilbur soot #red velvet #antfrost #and much much more #during this mid season break #i thought out almost every detail up until and after the season finale #won't happen BUT ITS FUN TO IMAGINE #take it all with salt #I only ship canonical fictional relationships on here platonic and romantic #i ain't dealing with real people shit

[sir-elyan]

Let Me Follow

15x18 coda (again.) dean’s pov, inspired by this post (by @iheardyourprayer​) and this one, and also this song; wc: ~1.2k

For most of the time that Michael is there, Dean is barely paying attention.

He lets Sam do the talking, even though a small voice tells him that it’s selfish, that he should be listening, that it wasn’t fair.

He almost laughed.

A lot of things weren’t fair.

So their conversation had faded into the background. Low hums of voices, like they were being careful, like they were trying not to be too loud. Like they were trying to make the room feel empty.

It felt like that anyway.

A distant anger, far back in a corner of Dean’s mind, wanted to throw a fit because of it. He wanted to raise his voice, kick and throw and beat himself up until there was nothing left of him. But there were too many thoughts fogging up the urge, clouding over it and making it indecipherable amongst everything else that echoed in his mind.

You’re the most caring man on earth. I’m destructive, I’m angry, I’m broken. I know how you see yourself, Dean. I’m furious. For love. For you. The most selfless, loving human being. Why now? Why did you have to say it now? I cared about you. Then why did you leave? Something...I can’t have. That’s not true. It’s in just being. You have me. You changed me. You’ve got it backwards. I love you. You have me. Because of you. I’m saved. Goodbye, Dean. Don’t do this. I love you. Not yet. I love you. You have me. I—

“Dean,” Sam says.

He lifts his gaze.

And everyone who knows you sees it.

No one is looking at him. At least, not directly. Michael’s eyes are fixed somewhere around Dean’s knees. Sam tries, glances at his face every so often behind a bowed head and solemn expression. Jack is staring at the table with his eyebrows creased in thought.

“Uh,” Sam clears his throat. “Michael was saying—”

“Yeah,” Dean interrupts. He doesn’t want to hear about their next doomed-to-fail idea. Their next inevitable let down, their next predictable loss.

He looks at Michael, who surprisingly meets his gaze in return. Everything you have ever done...

“Can I talk to you?” Dean asks. He tries to keep his voice flat, tries to stomp down any semblance of feeling from seeping into his tone. 

The three of them exchange looks, as if the idea strikes things off balance.

“Why—?” Sam starts.

“Alone.” Dean adds firmly. 

Sam looks between him and Michael like it’ll answer his question. There’s silence as they wait for Michael’s call. 

I left. Yeah…you did. You didn’t stop me.

“Yes,” Michael says eventually. He uncrosses his arms, and Dean stands from where he’s leaning against the table to lead them out of the map room.

They don’t go far, just a vacant room down the hall, but Dean makes sure the door is shut behind them before turning to face him.

“I’m sorry,” Michael says. Dean steels his face but nods in a gesture of thanks. He doesn’t really mean it. 

“Well, Adam was right,” is his hollow response. Since when do we get what we deserve? We don’t. He didn’t. 

“You’re going to ask me if there’s a way to get him back.”

Michael says it in a tone that Dean has never heard from him before. It’s careful, calculated, as if he was trying to ease his way into a let down. Dean’s small flicker of hope dies then and there.

“But let me guess,” Dean says, “You can’t.”

He forces himself to watch as Michael shakes his head. He needs to know for certain, he needs to know that he’s done everything he can. Dean turns to leave, a hand on the cold steel door handle.

“It’s not like Purgatory,” Michael explains. “But I…wish I could help you.”

“So do I.” I cared about the whole world because of you.

Dean swallows and closes his eyes. Cas wasn’t the only person they’d lost. There was still everyone else, there was still the rest of the world, even if Dean felt like he’d lost his. 

He hadn’t been listening before. Maybe Michael could at least help them.

“Just…help us save the rest of them.”

Dean glances back up at him. Michael's nodding, brushing past him through the door that's now wide open, heading back to where Sam and Jack are.

Dean should follow.

Instead, he heads in the other direction. Down the hall, past the kitchen, intending to go to his room. Maybe...maybe he’ll be able to breathe better there. But honestly, the entire Bunker just fills him with dread. The air isn’t—isn’t the same anymore. Ever since we met...It’s not even oxygen. Ever since I pulled you out of hell...Or at least, Dean thinks that there’s less oxygen than there is carbon dioxide—Knowing you—and it’s—has changed me—getting harder to breathe.

Dean presses a hand against the wall to balance himself, seeing black shapes obscuring the space in front of him. Because you cared. He’s dizzy, mind swarming behind his eyes, so he feels for the nearest door handle with his other hand and pushes it open, stumbling inside an unknown room that he still can’t see yet. 

I cared. I cared about you.

Dean shuts the door, some of the blots of black subsiding. He’s breathing heavily, gasping for air—air that there seems to be a shortage of. His chest feels tight, so he’s hunching forward, staring at his legs until he forces himself to stand upright again.

Dean looks around. 

He stills.

The bed is made. Sheets folded meticulously, devoid of any wrinkles in the fabric. The pillows, those are smoothed down too. Dean finds himself being pulled towards it, holding his breath the entire time. He can’t breathe this air, he can’t disturb it.

He lets his fingers gently touch the sheets. Presses a palm on the pillow. His eyes trail over to the nightstand. 

It’s seemingly empty, nothing on top except for a lamp that’s turned off. Dean pulls open the drawer, and he feels the tug on his heart with the gesture. 

There’s a few things inside. A worn bible, one that you’d steal from a grimy motel, twenty dollar bills and all. A few papers, scattered, what looks like grocery receipts and thoughts jotted down on the yellow note paper they used on cases sometimes. Dean moves them around gently, sifting through them, fingertips searching for anything different. He pauses when he sees the corner of something, takes the edge of it and removes it from the rest.

His chest feels tight again. So tight that his body is sitting down on the bed before he can decide if it’s a good idea. He stares, brushes a finger carefully over the surface. 

“You didn’t let me stop you,” he says. Breathlessly, with a tremor in his voice that’s straining to hold back what might be a sob.

“I told you—I told you not to. I was—I said I should have stopped you, Cas. So why...”

Cas isn’t looking at him. He’s staring off at something else, hair decorated with the hat Dean had made him wear when they were up in Dodge. 

He didn’t know Cas had kept it. I love you. Of course he had. 

“Why would you go where I can’t follow?”

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I’m back on my bullshit and we have GOT TO TALK about 13x08 The Scorpion and the Frog; which serves as a good example of why you should not ONLY watch spn episodes with Cas (partially because of that scene I shamefully blogged about earlier - no I will not link that cursed post here).  The episode title comes from a fable in which the villain is the scorpion.  Interpretations of this fable note its uniqueness lies in the concept that “the scorpion is irrationally self destructive and fully aware of it.”

To quote the scorpion, buddies -  “it’s in my nature.”

Anyway, this episode is subtextually predicated on exploring Dean Winchester’s nature and specifically - his bisexuality, and I’m not only saying that because it opens with Dean in his Bi Colors Plaid (that also he wore on his burger date with Cas).

Let’s get started, after the cut!

Season 13 on its face gives me absolute whiplash because it starts widow arc-reunion-TOMBSTONE and then Jack yeets himself off to Chuck knows where so Cas can go out Looking For Him Because Otherwise He Will Definitely Kiss Dean there is no other option for the writers at this point.  Sigh.  Here, have another shot of Dean anxiously cleaning his gun as he always does when Cas has Gone Off For Reasons -

Anyway, this feels like a filler episode at first, but as always they bury the ENTIRE damn world in it and I am here with my dossier to Unearth It.

Lets start with Bart (demon of terrible nicknames and microagressions) meeting the brothers at Smile Diner to talk about some spell or whatever. 

(I am not thinking about the Cherry Pie meta I AM NOT)

THEY HAVE THE AUDACITY to start with these lines immediately introducing the theme of duality, a thread throughout this episode.

BARTHAMUS

Everything. I've been following your careers a long time. You're a real pain in the pitchfork. And the halo. Natural disrupters. We have that in common, you and I. DEAN

Mm. Yeah, we're twinsies.

***MORE DUALITY!  But as we know, Dean does not like Bart because He Is A Freakin’ Demon

DEAN

Well, see, here's the thing. When a demon tells us to jump, we don't ask how high. We just ice their ass.

UMMM excuse me Barting Bacting Boices?  What is that sexual gaze?  

Then we find out that Bart has 1/2 of the spell.  They need the other 1/2.  Oh, a spell with two parts, you say? [ I am going to scream :) ]

***Also, Dean eats the pie Bart ordered.  I cannot begin to explain to you the state of unwellness that I am in regarding how important this is. DEAN NEVER GETS TO EAT THE PIE, remember?  But in This Filler Episode, Dean eats the pie. While Sam looks at him with a very quizzical expression.  Pie -> what Dean wants but never actually gets -> Dean actively eating this pie.  Dean is coming to terms that maybe he can have what he wants.

***I am reminding you again that this is post widower-arc, post-reunion, and especially post-Tombstone.  Anyway-

Now we get to Smash and Grab.  Not literally even though I want to Commit Such Conduct at this point.  We are introduced to two one off characters named 

Smash (human/female presenting) -  can crack any safe built by man 

and Grab (demon/male presenting)-  expert in bypassing supernatural security.

Reaching or no, you can’t disagree that when spn introduces one off characters - it is almost always a Narrative Parallel or Mirror.

So we have a human and a demon (and Dean Winchester, a human who has been a demon)

who are experts in cracking open/bypassing something that has been secured and guarded (breaking down walls, if you will).  

They also use fake names identifying them as Tools to be Used ( Dean Winchester, the Michael Sword/daddys blunt little instrument)

BONUS:

Dean himself is literally used as a tool in this episode.

So yeah.  Smash and Grab are physical representations of Dean’s duality.  Human/Demon.  Femininity/Masculinity.  Dare we say something else, too?

Anyway, Dean is paired with Smash and Grab; Sam is off to idk negotiate weird artifact purchases lawboy style with Luther Shrike, a man who cannot die so long as he never leaves his house (I cannot even begin to unpack this shit; please just sit there and think about it.  I’m not even going there here.  I CANNOT DISCUSS Luther Shrike RN).

Speaking of things I cannot discuss without halgdhsag;lsa - Smash has very Specific boots (a look overall, really).

DEAN

Hey, Winona. The '90s called. They'd like their shoes back. SMASH

Shh.

***That’s right girl - do not take his shit; he actually LOVES them and is therefore Overcompensating for it with this little jab.

***Dean’s pop culture references and particular attention to the details here Should Not Be Overlooked.  90s! Winona! Ryder!

ANYWAY, then Dean and Smash bond over a caffeinated beverage -

[While Dean is doing a spell, Smash opens a can of drink, takes a mouthful and burps loudly. ] SMASH

Ahh. DEAN

You're weird.

***This scene makes me literally insane. (even aside from Dean living on something named NERVE DAMAGE as a KID.  They could have called it anything. You’re saying this wasn’t a Choice)  

She chugs a swallow of the drink and burps.  Something stereotypically associated with masculinity.  Not feminine.  Dean’s reaction is that she is “weird” - because she is not acting in a way stereotypically, J*hn Winchester brain-rot patriarchy bullshit-tily associated with Being Female.  But also, says the stupid show, they like the same soda.  They are The Same.  She shares the soda with Dean.  HIS FACE WHEN SHE DOES -

Other similarities are addressed throughout the episode (they are working for demons because they have no choice; they don’t discuss feelings/emotions, they both sold their soul, they both This Thing - 

DEAN

You know, we could help you. SMASH

No, you can't. I gotta take care of me.

etc. etc.) Smash is absolutely dean-coded.

****Also it’s textually established that Smash thinks Dean is attractive -

GRAB

[looking at Smash] Oh. You said he was just a pretty face. SMASH 

Shh.

***But Grab flirts with him too.

DEAN

I will kill you. GRAB

I bet you say that to all the girls.

***sorry, Grab - you won’t get far with Dean, but only because as he mentioned in the beginning of this episode - 

Drowley rights.

Now Dean has to put his hand in the mouth of this stone lion thing and all of a sudden he is acting....very-not-like-Dean.

[Dean looks again and takes a deep breath.] DEAN

I… how about this? What if I cut myself, put it on, like, a little piece of paper? We'll just wad it up and throw it in the mouth, okay? Okay. 

***Dean Winchester, who has been to Literal HELL, who has been torn apart by hellhounds, who has battled the devil and angels and God’s sister - all at the expense of his own life is now - afraid of spiders.  Well, technically he has always been afraid of spiders, but why isn’t ‘he being performative about it At This Time??

***Come to think of it, this sends me right back to how Jackles was playing Dean in 12x11 Regarding Dean THE episode dissecting Dean’s performative masculinity [one day I will clean up and post that analysis sitting in my drafts like a sad hamster]. That makes sense actually, because -> -> ->

that episode and this one are both written by Meredith Glynn.  Girl get in I want to torture you affectionately with a barrage of questions.

So here we have Dean and he’s not performing for Reasons, and he’s scared he’s genuinely scared of putting his hand in this stone lion-gargoyle-pig-creature’s mouth and then -

Smash gives him a push.

She gives him a push.  I cannot stop thinking about how she gives him a push.  A push to go do this thing that he is scared of; his fear being something he was hiding under his performative masculinity. Smash - dean coded dean mirror who does not perform femininity and is ‘weird’ -  she   gives   him   a     p u s h.

***linking here for the jackting joices that follow.

Now, let’s circle back to Smash’s story; why she is working for Bart in the first place -

SMASH

You think I wanna be here? Like I have a choice? SAM

You made a deal. SMASH

Wow! You think? SAM

You sold your soul. SMASH

And if I could take it back, I would. 

there is no reason for this picture here other than I needed you to see the jackting again

***How does the story end for Smash?

DEAN

Take care of you. [Dean glances down at the box, and then at Smash. She sees that Dean has put a lighter on top of the bones.]  BARTHAMUS

Alice, chop chop! 

[Bart indicates she should get his bones]. SMASH

Yeah. [She grabs the lighter and sets Bart's bones alight. Bart screams as he bursts into flames. ] 

***She accepts help and breaks free from the narrative, literally burning it down. The female presenting but not female-performing “weird” ooc representing a side of Dean breaks FREE because she makes a choice.  The lighter Dean drops? It’s a push.  And she goes with it.

Alice reclaims her story.

(Also, Grab gets ganked.  The male presenting ooc; the performative masculinity side; the demon; the darkness; the not-humanity - gets ganked).

Guess what Dean says to Alice when they say goodbye?

DEAN

Hey, Alice. Stay weird.

[I know the peace sign is probably just a Charlie throwback but I’d still like to say duality.  Two. ]

Dean’s not just talking to Alice.  He’s talking to himself; because the walls have been breached and for once Dean isn’t as scared of being different.  Maybe, just maybe, he’s going along with the push.  That’s exactly how the episode ends - with Dean feeling a little more hopeful, a little more at peace; a little more Considering he is capable of not only loving Cas but also not hating himself for it. 

[until the knowledge that Mary is still alive and the guilt of allowing himself ANY happy thoughts instead of looking for her miserably rears its ugly head in 13x09 and round and round we go but for NOW at least -> ]

DEAN

I'll drink to that.

(oh look Dean is just wearing his henley.  It’s almost as if a layer has been peeled back).

tagging @im-shaking-like-milk​ and @deanwasalwaysbi​ for letting me ramble on to them while writing this; and @lilac-void​ because you are always so kind about my stuff :)

#my spn meta #spn analysis #spn 13x08 #bi!dean #destiel #deancas #hellerism #spn #supernatural #spn fandom #spn family #spn meta

[swan-of-sunrise]

Specs and the Flyboy (Chapter Ten)

Summary: Jack realizes just how convoluted his off-the-books investigation is after compiling all their evidence, but a foiled assassination attempt ends up shedding new light on the case.

Pairing: Jack Thompson X Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Brief scene containing talk of drug addictions

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Ten Stark Mansion, Los Angeles (Previous Chapter)

Just as Jack pinned the last photograph to the board and stepped back to admire his work, there was a loud knock on the door. “It’s open!”

“Ana went searching through her knitting supplies and found what you…what’s all this?”

“This, Jarvis, is an evidence board; I used to force the boys do ‘em back in New York for certain cases, mostly so they could keep track of evidence and discover new leads.” Jack took the spool of red yarn from Jarvis and grabbed a pair of scissors before measuring and cutting off strings. “We’ve got a lot of evidence that doesn’t match up, so I thought it’d be a good idea to lay it all out and see how everything connects.”

Jarvis made an impressed sound as he examined the board on the wall. “Several months ago, Ana joined a book club and we found that it was easier for her to understand the novels if she read them aloud to me. Why don’t you try the same thing with your evidence?”

Looking up from his work, Jack gave the butler a look of suspicion. “I thought you didn’t approve of our investigation.”

“I never said that, I merely pointed out that keeping your investigation from Miss Carter was morally wrong.” Jarvis retorted as he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then. If it makes you more comfortable, you can always pretend you’re talking to Miss (Y/L/N) instead.”

Something about the butler’s suggestive tone and the knowing gleam in his eyes caused Jack’s face to warm, and he hastily turned back towards the board with his red strings in hand. “Um, okay then. In 1917, Michael Carter was born in Hampstead, England to Harrison and Amanda Carter, and Peggy was born four years later.” Jack wrapped one end of a string around the thumbtack above Michael’s photograph and secured the other end to the one above Peggy’s SSR profile. “He kept his nose clean, made good grades in school and in ‘34, he was accepted into Cambridge University, where he studied Philosophy and Literature. He shared an apartment-sorry, a flat…” He glanced at Jarvis just as the butler gave him an eye-roll. “…with Adam Fieldman and William Attwell, two other students at Cambridge.”

“And this Adam Fieldman is the one with the connection to the orangery Miss (Y/L/N) infiltrated?”

Jack nodded, using another string to connect Michael’s photograph to one of Adam Fieldman. “Yep, his old man owns it. According to one of the codes, the orangery was a front for the manufacturing and distribution of devices based on one of Stark’s stolen blueprints…at least, it was up until the other week. Anyways, I did a little digging and found out that Attwell joined the Royal Air Force in ’39 but was shot down during the Battle of Berlin; since his body was recovered from the wreck and identified by his family, we’ve ruled him out as an associate of Michael’s. Fieldman tried enlisting in the U.S. Army right after the bombing of Pearl Harbor in ’41 but when he was declared 4F on account of his scoliosis, he officially moved back to the States to work for his old man.” He pointed to a sheet of paper pinned beneath Michael’s photograph. “According to both an official British Royal Army report and a copy of an SOE file, Michael was declared missing in action in ’40; there was no body recovered, but it was assumed that he died on the battlefield and was buried in a mass grave.”

Moving forward, Jarvis gestured to a document pinned onto the lower half of the board. “And what’s this?”

“That’s a summary of all the information (Y/N) and I pulled from ‘M. Carter’s’ file. During the whole Zero Matter thing back in July, Vernon Masters sent me to London to get dirt on Peggy; a buddy of mine in MI5 gave me that file documenting her alleged war crimes, but I realized pretty quick that there’s no way Peggy could’ve done those things. I decided I’d take it back to New York with me once the Zero Matter case got closed, but not before making a copy and hiding it at the SSR; good thing I did, too, ‘cause I was shot and the original file was stolen…but anyways, yeah, that’s everything we’ve gotten from the file so far.”

“You haven’t said anything about this man,” The butler pointed to another photograph attached to a handwritten address. “Is he the one who shot you?”

“Nope, that’s Aaron Templeton and his last known address; we think he’s a hired hand who helped carry out the bank robbery downtown a few weeks back.” Jack connected his photograph to Michael’s with another string. “Based on the intel (Y/N) gathered from the orangery, Templeton was bumped off for leaving the device behind after the robbery, so that proves he wasn’t that integral to their plans. They made off with forty thousand dollars in gold, so we’ve theorized that they’re using the gold to fund their operation.” He looked back at Jarvis and frowned at his befuddled expression. “What?”

Jarvis gave him a small shrug and forced smile. “Oh, it’s nothing.” But as Jack continued to stare him down, he hastily added, “Well, this may very well be my inner Agatha Christie fan speaking, but there appears to be quite a few gaps in your investigation. Who was your shooter? What exactly is Mr. Carter’s so-called operation and why does it need funding? And why did Mr. Carter supposedly write down valuable information in the file and risk possible exposure?”

“I can see why Stark keeps you around.” Jack grumbled, his good mood slowly dampening at the butler’s words; their case wasn’t simple as he presumed it was, and it was clearer than ever that if he wanted to return to New York, they had a lot more work to do. And they said life after the war would be easy, Jack thought with an inward eye-roll. “Well, thanks for your honesty, Jarvis. I guess I’ll have to-”

The ringing of the telephone interrupted his words, and he watched as Jarvis strode across the room to answer it. “Mr. Stark’s residence.” His face brightened. “Miss Carter! How are you?” After a moment, his smile fell. “Chief Thompson? He’s, um, he’s sunbathing by the pool, of course; he mentioned this morning that he wished to work on his tan.” Jack rolled his eyes at the lie. “Would you like me to give him a message? Splendid, we shall see you soon.” He set the handset back down on its receiver and turned to face Jack. “That was Miss Carter. She was calling to inform you that she’ll be here shortly with some paperwork for you to sign regarding a routine prisoner transfer.”

“All right, I’m gonna give (Y/L/N) a call to let her know.” Once Jarvis left the room, Jack went over to the phone and picked up the handset before dialing the telephone number he’d unintentionally committed to memory.

“Hello?”

The obvious exhaustion in the codebreaker’s voice caused Jack to frown in concern. “Geez, Specs, you sound like shit. I didn’t wake you up, did I? It’s almost noon!”

He could barely make out (Y/N)’s familiar sigh of exasperation. “You’re a real charmer, you know? And yes, in fact, you did wake me up; I was up late working on a code and finally called it quits around four in the morning.”

“(Y/L/N)...”

“I know, I know, I should get more sleep but that damn code…” She let out frustrated huff. “I take it you didn’t call just to scold me about my terrible sleep patterns, though. What’s up?”

“Peggy’s coming over in a bit with paperwork for me to sign, so we’re not gonna be able to meet up until later. I’ll give you a ring to let you know when it’s okay to come over.”

“Okay, that’ll give me a chance to look over that code with fresh eyes. Oh, and that reminds me, when I come over I want to see what sort of progress you’re making on the code I gave you to practice with the other day.”

“Sure, just as soon as you cough up those two bucks you owe me.”

Jack could practically hear her rolling her eyes, and it took all he had not to laugh out loud. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you bet me two bucks that the Dodgers were gonna win the World Series and last I checked, they got their asses handed to ‘em last Monday by the Yankees. Got anything smart to say to that, Specs?”

“…Nope, have a good day!”

There was a soft click before the line went silent, and Jack didn’t even bother suppressing his chuckle of amusement that time.

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“You’re in an uncharacteristically good mood today, Jack; could it be that you’re finally beginning to enjoy Los Angeles?”

Jack shrugged noncommittally as he scribbled his signature on the bottom of a document. “More like beginning to tolerate it.” He glanced up just in time to catch Peggy’s smirk. “What?”

Her smile widened. “Nothing, it’s just that I didn’t think very highly of Los Angeles when I first arrived out here either, but I’ve slowly grown to appreciate the…unique charms that the West Coast has to offer.”

“Unique charms, huh? Is that a new nickname you’ve given to Sousa, and can I start calling him that too?”

“Sod off, Thompson.” Jack chuckled as Peggy shot him a glare; once he finished his work, she gathered up the newly-signed documents and tucked them neatly into her briefcase. “Well, that’s all I have for you. Naturally, I would’ve waited until Monday to have you sign these but the FBI was rather agitated that they hadn’t received them yet. Their charm knows no bounds, doesn’t it?”

“No kidding. They’re probably still pissed off about the whole Vernon Masters thing; it’s not the SSR’s fault he got blown to hell by Whitney Frost, but I guess they don’t see it like that.” Standing up from the dining room table, Jack faked a yawn as he stretched his arms. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Marge, I’ve gotta get some more tanning in before my afternoon nap.”

Rolling her eyes, Peggy stood and put her hat back on before grabbing her briefcase. “Well, don’t let me stop you, I’m just going to have a quick word with Mr. Jarvis before I leave.”

To keep Peggy from becoming suspicious, Jack made his way into Stark’s sprawling backyard and made himself comfortable on one of the chaise lounges beside the pool; he stretched his legs out, crossed his ankles and, with his hands resting behind his head, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Yeah, maybe I could get used to this…”

Although Jack would never publicly admit it, Peggy’s speculation had been correct; the longer he’d stayed in Los Angeles, the more he’d been enjoying himself. The endless sunshine and glitzy Hollywood scene couldn’t take all the credit for his feelings, as that honor belonged to a certain snarky codebreaker. Since the end of the war, he hadn’t exactly had friends. He’d had many great coworkers and a couple of brief romantic flings, sure, but he’d never truly felt comfortable enough around any of them to open up in any sort of meaningful way. With (Y/N), however, it was a different story and he’d found himself appreciating her more and more for that as their partnership grew. You’d better not get too comfortable, he once again warned himself, as soon as you solve this case you’re headed back to New York, hopefully to bigger and better things if you’re lucky, and she’ll still be here…

The nearby sound of a dry leaf being stepped on startled Jack out of his silent contemplation; snapping his eyes open, he looked over just in time to see a large, black-clad man lunging towards him with a knife in hand. Acting on instinct, Jack rolled himself off the lounge chair and sprang to his feet in time to dodge another swipe of his knife. Jack caught the man’s wrist and twisted it sharply so that the knife slipped out of his grasp; he kicked it into the pool just before the man landed a hard punch on his jaw that sent him reeling. The man kicked his stomach and his back hit the wall of the pool house hard; before Jack could react, the man punched him again before wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing. Struggling for air, Jack slammed his arms down on the man’s and used the distraction to head-butt him before landing a couple of punches to his face, the last one causing the man to drop unconscious to the ground.

Panting, Jack wiped away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and took the opportunity to get a good look at his attacker; he was light-haired, muscular and definitely familiar, but Jack couldn’t think of where he might’ve seen him before.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Thompson! Thompson?”

Peggy’s faint call made Jack spring into action; he picked his attacker up in a fireman’s hold and staggered into the pool house, throwing the unconscious man onto the ground and slamming the door closed behind him. He peeked through the curtains just as Peggy came into view; she glanced around the backyard for a moment before shrugging and going back into the house, much to Jack’s relief. He glanced back down at the man on the floor with a deepening frown. “Now, who the hell are you?”

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Almost as soon as (Y/N) laid eyes on Jack, her easy-going smile was replaced with a look of concern; when she gently touched his chin and moved his head to get a better look at his swollen cheek and neck, Jack was grateful that his blush was masked by the rapidly-forming bruises. “He really did a number on you, Flyboy. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m definitely doing better than he is.” Jack tried to grin but only ended up wincing in pain. “Not by much, though. C’mon, I’ve got him tied up in the pool house; let’s wake him up and find out who he is.” He led her into the backyard and to the pool house, holding the door open for (Y/N) to enter. “There’s something about him that seems familiar, but-”

“I know who he is.” Jack turned towards her and watched as she stared down at the unconscious man tied to a chair. “He’s one of the guards from Fieldman Family Orangery; I knocked him out with my compact mirror.” She looked back up at him, her brow furrowed in concern. “It looks like you just foiled another one of their assassination attempts.”

He nodded. “And this time I’m getting a few answers for my troubles.” Striding over to the man, Jack kicked the leg of the chair and stepped back when the man jolted awake. “Had a good nap, Sleeping Beauty? Now, my partner and I are gonna need you to answer a few questions for us, so how ‘bout we start with a name.”

The man spat onto the ground and growled, “Screw you.”

“Well, that’s not very polite.” Jack quipped, grabbing the man’s blonde hair and wrenching his head up before punching him in the face; the man groaned and Jack stepped back to look at the rapidly-swelling welt on his cheek. “How ‘bout we try that again; who are you?”

“You’re gonna…you’re gonna have to try harder than that, Chief Thompson.”

Jack raised his fist to strike him again just as (Y/N) latched onto his arm. “Thompson, wait! We’re never going to get him to talk this way-”

“Sure we are, every suspect I interrogated for the SSR started singin’ like a bird after only five minutes alone in a room with me.” He gave the man a hard glare over (Y/N)’s shoulder before looking back down at her. “This mook won’t be a problem.”

(Y/N) huffed with impatience. “I don’t doubt that you’re a skilled interrogator, Flyboy, but I’m telling you that he’s on a whole other level. If we’re going to get information out of him, we need to try another way and I think I’ve got one.” Her (Y/E/C) eyes pleaded with him to trust her and after a long moment, Jack sighed and took a step back; her gaze softened as she gave him a brief nod. “Thank you.”

The man let out a snort of amusement when (Y/N) approached him, her arms crossed over her chest. “Hey there, sweet-cheeks. What’s a pretty thing like you gonna do to me? Teach me to crochet?”

Jack’s hands clenched into fists but he forced himself to stay calm and let (Y/N) continue the interrogation herself; she smiled easily at the man and began pacing before him. “No, but we can always get to that later on if you’re not feeling too sick.” Both Jack and the man frowned in confusion. “Oh, I recognized it the moment I stepped into this room; you’re an opiate addict. As I’m sure you know, it can be very uncomfortable for an addict to be without their chosen drug for too long and judging by the way you look right now, it’s been quite a while since you’ve had a fix.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” The man’s face had lost all color and his hands were twitching against the arms of the chair.

“Right now, you’re experiencing some heavy sweating and anxiety, but you’re most likely used to those symptoms at this point in your addiction.” (Y/N) sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Unfortunately for you, though, what you’re feeling now is nothing compared to how you’re going to feel later tonight. Abdominal cramping, tremors, vomiting…yes, it’s going to be a very uncomfortable time for you, especially since no one but the two of us knows you’re here.” How the hell does she know so much about dope addictions, Jack silently pondered, adding it to the ever-expanding list of questions he’d been dying to ask his partner. She turned back to face the man, her mouth set in a hard line. “So if you want to avoid all that unpleasantness, then I suggest you answer my partner’s question; who are you?”

The man immediately stammered out, “P-Peter Hanson.”

Jack moved to stand beside (Y/N). “Good, that wasn’t so hard. Why were you trying to kill me?”

“I was hired to, okay? The boss of my boss thought you were onto him so I was hired to bump you off in your hotel room! Once the main boss heard you were still alive, I was hired again and told that if I fail this time, he’d cut off my supply.” Jack and (Y/N) exchanged looks of confusion, and Hanson added impatiently, “My dope supply, he knows that I need it!”

(Y/N) crossed her arms once again. “All right, then. Now, tell us the names of your bosses, what they were up to at Fieldman Family Orangery and where they are now.”

Hanson let out a frustrated growl and bit his lip before answering, “The guy who hired me, his name’s Thomas, Thomas Attwell, but I don’t know the main boss’ name or what they do. I haven’t seen any of ‘em in weeks, either.”

“You hungry, Specs? How ‘bout we go grab a bite to eat and come back later?” Jack suggested. “I’m sure our new friend here wouldn’t mind waiting for us…”

“I’m not lyin’! I’m just a hired hitman, my boss never talked serious business ‘round me!” Hanson frowned, as if he was trying to recall something. “I remember one time, though, Attwell was talkin’ to another guy at the orangery – son of the guy who owned the place, I think – and he kept callin’ their work a ‘Secret Empire’ or somethin’ like that, like it was a code.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened at his words, but before Jack could react, Hanson shakily continued. “Look, these guys are nuts; I saw them torture and kill a guy just ‘cause they said he lost somethin’ important to ‘em, and that’s not even the worst thing I’ve seen. I just wanna get away from ‘em before I get in too deep…”

“Well, we need to verify the information you’ve given us before there’s any talk of what to do with you, so if you’ll excuse us…” (Y/N) ushered Jack out of the pool house and closed the door before hurrying alongside him into the mansion and to his room, where their evidence board was still hanging on the wall; she quickly made a bee-line to the board and, after putting on her reading glasses, looked over the documents and photographs pinned onto it. “Where’s the-ah, here! Yep, Thomas Attwell is the younger brother of William Attwell, Michael’s former roommate in college; I’d bet my Fleetmaster that he’s the mystery man I heard talking in the orangery.”

Standing beside her, Jack pointed to the photograph of Adam Fieldman. “And you were right about what you said the other week, Fieldman’s definitely the second guy you heard in the orangery.” He grabbed his red yarn strings and a pen, working on amending the board as he talked. “From the sound of it, Fieldman’s in charge of the manufacturing and distribution aspect of their little operation while Attwell’s there to keep their guys in check for Michael. But we still don’t know why the hell they’re robbing banks with stolen Stark tech-”

“I do.” With a weary look, (Y/N) took of her reading glasses and set them on the desk beside them. “The Secret Empire isn’t code for anything, it’s the name of an organization that existed within Hydra during the war. Originally, it started out as a criminal enterprise that generated financial support for Hydra after they broke away from Hitler and the Nazis; they also worked to secretly distract the SSR from Hydra’s activities whenever they could so needless to say, they were a massive pain in our asses throughout the war.”

Jack furrowed his brow in confusion. “If they only existed during the war, then why’s there a chucklehead in the pool house saying they’re still around?”

“Before Steve Rogers took down Hydra in ‘45, there were some rumors going around that the Secret Empire wanted to break away and form their own independent group. It was just here-say, though, and when Hydra fell we all assumed that the Secret Empire went down with them; thinking back on it now, it was a little weird that there was complete and total radio-silence on their end…” (Y/N) bit her lip as her gaze danced between Jack and the evidence board. “What if a new iteration of the Secret Empire got a hold of Howard’s blueprints, used them to manufacture weapons and began committing bank robberies as a way to build their organization back up?”

“That explains why the bank robbers ignored the cash and only went after the gold; that’s a universal currency if I’ve ever seen one.” With a sigh, Jack stepped forward and tapped a finger against the photograph of a smiling Michael Carter. “So, I guess Michael really was Hydra the whole time, and now he’s a member of this new Secret Empire. There’s one question Hanson didn’t answer, though: What’s their next move?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind them. They both whirled around to see Howard Stark standing in their doorway, his arms crossed over his chest and his signature smirk on his face. “I think I can answer that one for you, Chief Thompson. But first, could you two do somethin’ about the guy in the pool house? I’ve got a pool party scheduled for later tonight and I can’t have him ruining the mood for everyone…”

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A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! If you haven’t checked it out yet, I created a Spotify playlist for this series and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. 

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Chapter Eleven

“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist

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Coming Home

A fix it fic in which it really WAS Cas at the door. 

Word Count: 1.7K

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Dean didn’t wait for Sam before he was up and sprinting down the hallway towards the bunker stairs. He took them two at a time, phone gripped tightly in his hand as he rushed to get to the door. 

When he reached the landing, he hesitated for a moment, trying to prepare himself to face Cas, Cas who was here, but who was hurt, who needed him. His hand closed over the doorknob and he pushed it open to reveal a bloodied Castiel. His dark hair was twisted six ways to Sunday and his trench coat was battered and torn, stained with blood, but it was Cas.

“Cas,” Dean breathed as he reached for him. 

“Hello, Dean,” Cas replied, his voice was raspy and he coughed, causing blood to trickle from his lips. 

Dean pulled him into a hug and Cas gasped in pain, causing Dean to loosen his hold on him. “I- sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” Cas said, a small smile on his lips. 

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

 Dean gently laid a hand on Cas’ upper arm and guided him into the bunker. Cas was limping and he faltered for a second as his bad leg hit the first stair, so Dean slipped his hand around his waist, holding him up. 

“I got you,” he said softly. 

Cas looked over at him, blue eyes searching. “Dean-” he began.

“Later,” Dean cut in. “Later, okay?” 

Cas nodded slowly. “Okay.” 

Dean tightened his hold on Cas’ waist and helped him down the rest of the stairs where Sam was waiting patiently, a first aid kit in hand. “Hey, Cas,” he smiled.

“Sam,” Cas nodded. 

“It’s good to see you back,” Sam said.

“Yeah, speaking of, how are you back?” Dean asked as he helped Cas into one of the map table chairs. 

“I’m not sure,” Cas replied through a grunt as he shifted in the chair. “One moment, I was in the empty, the next I was in a field.” 

Sam set the first aid kit on the table and Dean opened it to look through its contents. He pulled out some gauze and antiseptic and then turned to Cas. “This might sting,” he warned. 

Cas nodded and steeled his expression as Dean began to dab at a deep gash on the side of his face. “Who did this to you, Cas? Can’t you heal yourself?” Sam asked. 

“The empty,” Cas replied. “And no, I can’t heal wounds caused by the empty.”

Dean’s movements stalled and he pulled away to look at the angel. “This whole time, you were being tortured?” 

Cas’ blue eyes softened and his hand came up to Dean’s wrist. “It’s okay.” 

Dean shook his head. “No, it’s not okay. You were there because of me, and I-” 

“Dean, I made my choice and I was content with my decision. It wasn’t your fault.”

Dean could feel the tears fighting to spill from his eyes and he tried to will them away but they fell anyway. He sniffed and dragged his free hand over his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Cas,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for everything. Every stupid fight we’ve had, every time I left you behind, every time I kicked you out, Cas I’m so sorry.”

 So much for later, he thought. 

“Dean,” Cas said softly. Dean jumped as a hand came to cup his chin, dragging his head upwards until all he was seeing was blue. “You don’t need to apologize.”

Dean shook his head, dislodging more tears. “No, no I do.” 

Cas’ hand shifted to cup his cheek and Dean shut his eyes against the touch, the touch he never thought he’d feel again. He took a shuddering breath and then opened his eyes again to see Cas staring at him with the same loving look he’d given Dean before he was taken. 

“How can you love me?” Dean asked. “I don’t deserve it, not from you, not from the one person I’ve hurt the most.”

“That is not true. You deserve everything good in the world, you deserve to be loved, Dean.” Dean started to shake his head again but Cas tightened his grip on the back of his neck, stopping him. “I love you, Dean,” he said, with such conviction that a small sob escaped his mouth.  

Hearing the words again hit him even harder than the first time and he felt a shaky breath fall from his lips. He stared into those blue eyes, his heart thudding in his chest as he tried to convince himself that this was real, that Cas really was back, that it wasn’t a trick, it was just… Cas. 

His chest felt like it was caving in as the walls he’d so meticulously crafted over the years crumbled to dust. He could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, the words he’d wanted to say for so long but had been too much of a coward to speak, too afraid to be judged or to be rejected. But Cas felt the same way, and so it should be easier, right? But it wasn’t. It still took him longer than it should have to form the words, to stand in the dusty ruins of his broken walls and meet Cas’ eyes. 

Cas who was so patient, so kind, so understanding. 

Cas who was everything Dean wanted but everything he couldn’t possibly deserve. 

Cas who had fallen in every way imaginable. 

Cas who had been there for Dean even when Dean hadn’t been there for him.

Cas who was an angel of the lord. 

Cas who never did what he was told, who defied all odds, who broke ranks, who gave up an army for one man. 

Cas who forgave so easily.

Cas who loved him.

“I love you too,” Dean finally gasped out. 

Cas smiled, it was so pure, so bright, so filled with love, that Dean could do nothing but smile back, and then he was surging forward, closing the gap between them, cupping Cas’ face with his hands and crashing their lips together. Cas kissed him back and Dean got lost in the feeling of Cas’ lips against his. He could taste blood on his tongue but he didn’t care, he couldn’t care, because kissing Cas felt so right.

How many times had he dreamed of this very moment? 

How many times had he wished he could have this but thought it would never be possible?

How many times had he tried to convince himself that the love he felt for Cas was nothing more than brotherly? 

And how many times had he failed when he realized he was so far gone that there was no power on this earth that could possibly take away the love he felt for the angel that gripped him tight and raised him from perdition?

Too many times, was the answer. An infinite amount of times. 

Kissing Cas, it felt like coming home. It felt safe and warm and perfect. He never wanted to stop. 

But eventually, he had to pull away. Their foreheads came to rest together and they drew in shaky breaths as they smiled at each other. 

“Now that we’ve got that cleared up, what do you say I finish taking care of your wounds?” 

Cas nodded and Dean picked up a new piece of gauze and dampened it with antiseptic before going back to work on Cas’ face. 

It was just as Cas winced against the sting of the antiseptic that Dean suddenly remembered they hadn’t been alone in the room. His eyes suddenly snapped to where Sam had been standing, but Sam wasn’t there anymore. 

Dean didn’t know when he’d left, but he found himself grateful for it. 

“Sammy!” he called. 

“You two done in there?” Sam called back. 

Dean rolled his eyes and smiled at Cas. “Yeah, it’s safe.” 

“Good,” Sam said as he came back into the room with Jack right behind him. 

Cas’ smile grew at the sight of the Nephilim and Jack’s whole face brightened. “Cas,” Jack said. 

“Hello, Jack,” Cas replied. 

“You made it out.” 

“I did.” 

“And I think I might know how,” Michael’s voice sounded from behind Sam as he stepped into the room. 

“Which is?” Dean asked. 

“My father.” 

“But why would Chuck want Cas back?” Dean asked. 

“I do not think it was intentional, but I sense that there are other angels on earth now, ones that were once dead. I believe my father is raising an army from my dead brothers and sisters.”

“Well that’s just great,” Dean muttered. “Do we have a plan?” 

“We fight,” Sam replied. “And if we go down-” 

“We go down swinging,” Dean finished for him. 

Sam nodded. “We’re going to try to see if Chuck might have accidentally released anyone else from the empty.” 

“What, like demons?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah, who knows, maybe Chuck shook Crowley loose too.” Sam replied. “It might be nice if we could get some more numbers on our side.” 

“I won’t say no to that. Why don’t you three get to work on that while I finish fixing up Cas.” 

“On it,” Sam said. 

Dean turned back to Cas and as he raised the antiseptic soaked gauze back to his face, he couldn’t help himself from stealing one quick kiss from Cas’ lips, he loved that he could do that now; kiss Cas whenever he wanted.

“You said the one thing you wanted was something you knew you couldn’t have,” he said as he dabbed at the bloody wound. “Did you mean us?”

Cas nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Dean kissed him again and brushed his finger gently across Cas’ unmarked cheek. “You can have this. You can have me.” 

Cas smiled. “I never thought it would be possible you would feel the same as I did.”

“Well I do. I love you,” he said. The words came easy now and he knew that he was never going to stop saying them. 

“I love you too,” Cas replied as he pulled Dean back in for another kiss. 

It wasn’t long until the antiseptic lay forgotten again and they were lost in the exploration of each other’s mouths. 

This was real. 

It wasn’t a trick.

They really could have this, and now that he had Cas back again, Dean was determined to never let him go. 

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Relatively Unharmed (Rewrite)

Summary: Jeremy gets Gavin home from a deal gone wrong that left a bullet lodged in Gavin's arms and fear of how the other Fakes are going to react. Sure Jeremy's chest hurt from the fight, maybe enough to leave them just barely able to catch their breath, but Gavin is surely what the focus should be on here. To make sure the others aren't going to be mad at this new crewmember they've added in not protecting their own.

Prompt fill: One of the crew is in a bad way healthwise for whatever reason but hides it so no one will worry, but its worse than they thought and the other have to find them passed out and nurse them back to health.

A/N: Rewrite of an older fic to remove a certain character. Also to have nonbinary Jeremy with they/them pronouns because Rimmy Tim is canon, baby! Let me know if there are any parts not edited properly. And as always comments and reblogs are supper appreciated!!!!

Jeremy grits their teeth as they push forward, Gavin’s arm thrown over their shoulder as his feet drag out of the elevator floor. Gavin shakes with a wet cough that chills Jeremy’s heart, blood dripping and spilling. Just a little longer, Jeremy thinks, their own chest tight under their body armor, where growing welts stretched with every shift. Making every step and breath ache, burn. But it doesn’t stop them, as Gavin was drifting in and out, body heavier in their arms. Jeremy punches in the security code of the penthouse door, pushing inside to meet the startled and worried eyes of the other Fakes as they stumble and all but collapse inside.

It wasn’t often that trade deals went south. Especially ones that were supposed to be easy, ones with people they’ve dealt with before. But it happens. This might not be the first time. But it is the first time it was Jeremy’s fault.

They shouldn’t have shot first. They shouldn’t have sparked it all going down. Because of them, Gavin was just barely conscious on his feet, the others catching his broken body as they pass the threshold of safety.

“What the fuck happened?” Geoff’s angry face is on them. Michael and Jack were carrying Gavin away, relieving Jeremy of his weight and it takes everything not to fall down after him. They watch him go as Geoff steps even closer.

Jeremy knows, deep down, the anger is only stemmed in worry and fear at Gavin’s state. It still makes Jeremy flinch back.

“T-They pulled out a gun. I didn’t know what else to do, so I shot them. But there were too many and one of them got Gavin in the shoulder. H-He fell so hard. I got him out of there as fast as I could, I came straight back –“

They’re interrupted by a howl of pain from Gavin as Jack and Michael work together to try to set and disinfect Gavin’s shoulder. Jeremy pales at the sound. Geoff gives them another angry glare before rushing over to Gavin’s side.

Jeremy wants to go to Gavin too, heart wrenching at another scream ripping from his throat. But with the others already working over Gavin, there wasn’t room for Jeremy to go to his side. The rest probably wouldn’t want them to either. Not after they were the reason Gavin was screaming, crying in pain, so much blood dripping down, spilling onto the floor.

Jeremy slowly leaves the room, moving further back into the penthouse, away from the wailing. As the adrenaline drains, as the panic of getting Gavin home, getting him to safety drains, they can start to feel the ache in their chest worsen.

They nearly double over in pain when they reach the bathroom, bending over the counter, clutching their chest. Taking off their armor nearly makes them collapse, hissing and cursing the strains pulling every muscle. There were two bullets stuck in it, one right over their heart. At least Jeremy did one thing right remembering to wear it.

Despite it being off, Jeremy still feels like they can barely breathe, chest on fire with every heaved breath. They glance to the mirror, looking at their now bare chest already molting into purple and black. It looks hideous under the harsh bathroom lighting, the pristine mirror missing none of it. Jeremy tries to feel around their ribs, tries to feel the damage, but all they can do is hiss and wince in pain the second their hand touches sensitive skin.

They start to reach for some painkillers in the medicine cabinet but then stop. There was only one bottle. Only one pill bottle left and Gavin needed it more than them. Gavin was hurt more. Sure Jeremy’s bruised, maybe bones even cracked, but that’s nothing compared to a bullet ripped into one’s shoulder. So Jeremy sighs, dropping their arm away from the painkillers. They grab their shirt to slip it back on, which proves difficult but they manage, sliding back out from the bathroom to see how the others are doing.

Gavin’s unconscious as Jeremy walks back to the living room. His shoulder was wrapped up but everyone still looked worried over him, fussing around him. Jeremy doesn’t blame them, he had lost a lot of blood. They’ll still need to keep a close eye on him even if the wound was closed.

Geoff turns to Jeremy as they come back in, eyes narrowed and it makes Jeremy freeze and their heart sink.

It was their fault Gavin got hurt. It was because of them that they could have lost him. It’s grounds enough for Geoff to want them gone, want to kick them out or worse. Jeremy swallows under his gaze, starting to shake, in fear or pain or both they can’t tell.

But before Geoff could say anything, deliver his sentence, Jack appears, eyes knit in worry as she looks him over. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy says, the lie slipping past their lips before they can even think to stop himself. Relatively they’re fine, they tell themself. Compared to Gavin, they’re fine.

Jack doesn’t look convinced, not completely, but Jeremy still hides their stiffness, hides their labored breath as they go over to a chair and carefully sit down. “How’s Gavin?” they ask quietly, getting the focus away from them.

Jack sighs. “He’s going to be alright. The bullet didn’t hit anything major. Just barely missed breaking his bones.”

There’s an awful silence after that, as they all glance at Gavin. Watch his chest move up and down, slow. Quiet. “I’m sorry,” Jeremy breathes out.

“What do you mean?” comes Geoff’s gruff voice, piercing eyes to them. Jeremy has to look down, speak to their knees.

“I shot first,” they admit. “I know I wasn’t supposed to. They didn’t even have their guns fully out yet, were only just reaching for them and I… I panicked and shot. I started the shootout.”

“From the sound of it you had plenty of reason to,” Michael speaks up. “If they were going to shoot one of you, better you don’t give them the chance to.”

“I didn’t know for sure they were going to shoot,” Jeremy mutters. “I just saw one of them raising a gun and I shot. We were outnumbered, but I still did it anyway.”

“What happened after that?” Geoff finally speaks, making Jeremy shrink back more, even if Geoff’s tone was even.

“I kept shooting, but one of them hit Gavin in the shoulder. I got as many as I could before dragging Gavin out with me to the car. I’m not sure I got them all…”

Geoff sighs, a sound Jeremy is sure in disappointment. They should’ve tried to not let any survive, but they needed to get out of there. Needed to get Gavin somewhere safe.

The room fills with awful silence. Something strained in it as they watch Gavin breathe, body too pale, so much paler than he should be.

Jack finally moves, hands stained with blood that she goes to wash off. Jeremy can’t look at it. Instead, they sit back against the chair, trying to keep their breathing even, but it’s hard as the pain seems to only be increasing. A rib has to be cracked, there’s no way it hurts this much and it isn’t. Maybe Jeremy should find some bandages later and wrap it up. But they’re not even sure if they can get themself back up off the chair.

The others all start shuffling around, getting some food started and wrapping Gavin up in blankets on the couch. Then Jack comes back, footsteps pounding on the floor as they all see her pulled face.

“Is this your body armor?” Jack snaps, voice sharp but strained. Worried. In her hands she holds up Jeremy’s armor, bullets stuck in it, shining under the living room lights. Jeremy realizes they had just left it on the bathroom floor after changing out of it.

“…yes…” Jeremy mutters in response, hurting too much to shrink back from Jack’s intense gaze.

“What the fuck Jeremy?!” Comes Michael’s shout as he sees the bullets, knowing they would at least cause major bruising, if not worse. “I thought you said you didn’t get hurt!”

“I said I was fine!” Jeremy shouts back but then winces. Screaming was not helping their state.

“You’re not fucking fine!” Michael hisses, storming up to them and lifting their shirt up to see their chest, to expose the horrible bruises to the others. Jeremy tries to bury into the cushions of the chair as they all gasp.

“It looks worse than it is…” they try, but the others can all tell they’re lying, as their voice shakes and body grow paler.

“You’re supposed to tell us when you get hurt!” Michael retorts, dropping his shirt.

“I didn’t want to worry you, Gav needed to be helped first –“

“And exactly how long after Gavin being helped were you going to tell us?” This time Geoff’s sharp voice, again glaring at him.

“I don’t know…” Jeremy mumbles.

“Did you at least take some painkillers while you were in the bathroom?” Jack says as she digs around for more bandages.

“No –“

“What?!” Again Michael’s loud voice cuts through. “Have you gone completely fucking stupid on us? They were right there!”

“Gavin will need them more –“

“We have plenty to spare,” Jack says, pushing Michael aside and sitting besides Jeremy, bandages in hand. “It takes five minutes for us to get more. Michael, grab the idiot something for the pain. I’m going to make sure they didn’t break any of their ribs."

“Did you drive all the way here with your ribs hit like that?” Geoff says as Jack works on getting Jeremy’s shirt off, Jeremy hissing through their teeth.

“Had to get home –“ Jeremy utters, falling back and gritting in pain as Jack starts poking at their chest.

“You should’ve tried to call us to pick you up! It’s a fucking miracle you didn’t break a rib into your lungs!” Michael yells.

Jeremy can’t even retort, just groaning in pain as Jack continues to try to examine their chest and then more for any wounds she needs to wrap.

“Can’t fucking believe you!” Michael continues his rant, as he disappears into the bathroom, voice and stomping feet heard as he continues to his spew of curses. He returns moments later to hold out a pair of pills to Jeremy. Jeremy doesn’t refuse it this time, immediately taking them and swallowing them dry.

“There,” Jack says as she’s done examining them. “We need to get you laying down. And no more moving around. We’ll get the Docs in here later to properly check it out. But for now nothing seems broken.”

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Michael grumbles, but he leans over and presses a kiss to their forehead, showing the more worried side of the anger.

“Next time, tell us when you’re hurt,” Geoff says, his face softer, eyes less intense.

“I’ll do my best,” Jeremy says, giving a small grin despite the pain.

Geoff sighs, shaking his head, but the small smile return tells enough. And Jeremy knows all is forgiven. “Let’s get you in bed,” Geoff says, pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek. “I think we all need a rest from the excitement of the day.”

“Next person who hides being hurt is getting fucking shot, I swear to God!” Michael says, regaining his rant as Geoff and Jack help Jeremy up.

Jeremy can only just smile, feeling better knowing their family isn’t that angry with them. Knowing their family is going to take care of all of them just fine.

#fake ah crew #fahc #ragehappy #ah ot5 #ahot5 #relatively unharmed rewrite #my writing #im so done with staring at this #just take it as is and hopefully its still enjoyable #there was honestly very little to edit Him out #the pronouns were much harder #but i hope it reads well!!

[pandoraborn]

Characters: c!Puffy, c!Tommy, Michael Word count: 945 words Content: Fluff, humor, Tommy as an uncle, adventures in babysitting, canon divergent, canon-au, no angst, Tommy meets Michael

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Tommy stares at the tiny figure running around in the nursery, still trying to get past the entire explanation of Tubbo having a child. It’s not the fact that Tubbo and Ranboo are married. It’s not even the fact that they adopted a child.

None of that bothers him. Honestly, Tommy’s happy for them. He knows how happy they are in their family unit; they deserve some peace of mind.

It’s the fact that it’s a baby zombie piglin.

He fights back the urge to climb back down the ladder and leave the house. Not that he can, because Puffy is right behind him, pushing at his legs and forcing him to move up. He’s entering the room against his will at this point.

“Puffy, are you sure about this?”

“Come on Tommy, he’s cute!” Puffy pokes her head up next, grinning at the...baby. It’s... he’s making noises that Tommy can only hear as horrific cries of the undead, but Puffy is cooing at...him.

“Awww, someone’s in a good mood today!” Puffy looks way too thrilled to be here. Tommy shoots her a glare, but turns back to the baby, lamely waving a hand around.

“Uh...wait. Puffy, what’s its name again?”

“Him, Tommy. Michael is a boy, and he’s your best friend’s son. He’s like Techno!” She beams at the comparison, which causes him to scowl and kick at the ground in irritation.

“He is not like Techno. Techno is a full pig, this...child is a zombie. You can see its...his skull.” He sits against the wall, crossing his legs. Tommy’s content to just watch. It’s not like he has to be here in the first place, considering Puffy’s babysitting too. He’d promised Tubbo though, and Tommy doesn’t want to back out just because he doesn’t like the creature running around with a gold sword.

“He’s gonna stab some shit,” Tommy grumbles, keeping an eye on the sword. “Who let him have that anyway?”

“It’s not that sharp,” Puffy says. She sits down next to Tommy. “You’re alright with this? I know this isn’t how you like to spend your afternoons, but we all thought it’d be fun for you to try something new.”

“It could be worse, I could be stuck running my hotel with Jack.” Tommy snorts. “I guess I don’t mind. They could’ve adopted a worse child.”

“You have to admit Michael is cute,” she says with a nod. “Just take a good long look at him.”

“I’ve taken a good long look. The kid is running around-”

Tommy is cut off when Michael approaches him, staring him down. Tommy freezes, imagination running wild with thoughts of Michael accidentally taking his head off or growling at him. Do zombies even have rabies? Would he infect Tommy with something?

Reality kicks in when Michael drops a daisy in Tommy’s lap. Michael makes a gurling noise before running off to stand in front of his window, waving excitedly out of it. This time, Tommy can recognize a giggle when he hears one.

“Awww,” Puffy coos. “He likes you!”

He picks up the flower and holds it in front of him. It’s an ordinary daisy, there’s no magical properties to it. No chance it’s tainted. So why is this simple daisy making Tommy feel something? Gaze darting back to Michael, Tommy finds himself staring again. This time, it’s not a stare of horror, but something warmer.

“No no no,” he mutters to himself. “I’m not going to fall for this idiot child like the rest of you. It’s ugly and stupid and it’s got a sword.”

“You know what you could do Tommy?” Puffy leans against him with a giggle of her own. “You could give MIchael something in return. I bet he’d love it, and his parents would love it too. Imagine how happy Tubbo would be, knowing his best friend-”

“He’s already got a sword. What am I going to give him, another sword?” Tommy glares at her, but when he glances back down at the daisy, he forms an idea.

“Wait a second, I could give him a sword. I could give him a better sword.”

“Oh, wait, that’s not what I meant,” Puffy protests. “I didn’t mean weapons, I was thinking more along the lines of flowers, or gold blocks...”

“He can stab shit, like his uncle Tommy!” He gets back to his feet. “Hey Michael, want to go for a walk?” The infant runs toward Tommy, gurgling happily. “Yeah you do, you little zombie. We’re going to my house.”

“Tommy, that’s too far away!” Puffy’s scrambling to her feet to try and prevent Tommy from walking down the ladder. It’s too late, because Tommy’s gathering Michael in his arms. “Tommy, no!”

“Tommy, yes.” He grins at her, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Don’t you worry Puff, I’ll take good care of him. We’re going to get him a much shinier sword, and he can be all stabby, just like me.”

With a groan, Puffy moves down after Tommy. She’d planned to stay here for a few minutes before leaving Tommy alone, but it’s clear now why Tommy himself needs a babysitter. “Tubbo isn’t going to like this.”

“Tubbo never should have forced me to meet his child then, should he?” Tommy giggles as he carries Michael out the front door. “Let’s go zombie. Uncle Tommy’s going to spoil you so much.”

The gurgles and giggles coming from the tiny zombie piglin tell Puffy she’s definitely in over her head now. Explaining this to Tubbo and Ranboo is going to be a nightmare later on, and she’s dreading the moment. For now, she guesses, she’ll have to just enjoy the ride.

#dream smp #dream smp fanfic #dsmp fanfic #captain puffy #c!puffy #tommyinnit #c!tommy #fluff #humor #canon au #canon divergent #adventures in babysitting #no angst #long post #miishae writes

[horrorunderground]

Chills (Michael Langdon Imagine)

Hello there, fellow humans! Or maybe not, I’m not sure. Anyway, this is my first fanfiction for American Horror Story and for Michael, so I hope you like it. This is nsfw, so please proceed with caution. I’ll put some warnings in, so if any of that makes you uncomfortable, then please do not read. My requests are open, so you can check the list of people who I write for and then send in a request!

WARNINGS: VERY SPICY bondage, blindfold, mentions of blood, knife , mentions of scars, hints of master and daddy kinks... hickeys and bites... yeah uh enjoy?

You know that one scene from Apocalypse when they had Evan Peters in that room? Yeah that.

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The piercing cold of the room was something that felt impossible to get used to. Rooms shouldn’t be allowed to be this cold, there should be some type of law against it. Your body shuddered, trying to warm yourself up, but there was no use. You were just going to have to be cold.

It didn’t help that you had chains attached to your wrists and ankles, spreading you out like the vitruvian man model, a perpetual jumping jack. Even as you pulled against them, the metal wasn’t going to budge, keeping you in place. There was only maybe a centimeter of movement, but not enough to pull your arms into your body to be able to free yourself. Face it, you’re trapped.

To top it all off, there was a blindfold covering your eyes. It wasn’t tied tightly, and it moved just a little, but you were still blinded for the most part. The material felt soft and silky, and it was difficult, almost impossible to see through the black cloth.

Your back stung, the pain burning, and if given the chance, you were sure you could trace the raised marks on your back. Let’s just say that some people hadn’t taken too kindly to how... close, you seemed to be with the new visitor from The Cooperative. This displeasure had now taken the form of raised lines along your back, left exposed to the cold air of the chilling room. The cold and hot sensations were conflicting, adding a new level of discomfort here.

Any thoughts you’d been having were interrupted, the sound of boots hitting the concrete floor echoing through the space. You couldn’t exactly see it, but with the way it echoed, you had to be in a larger room. Involuntarily, your body shivered, this time not from the temperature. You could tell who was now in front of you just based on how he walked, to you, the sound was unmistakable.

Nothing was said for a moment, and you could feel his eyes gazingover your figure. Currently, you didn’t have on a shirt, courtesy of Ms. Venable and Ms. Mead, but at least you still had underwear. But was that a blessing or a curse? Because that’s really all they’d left you.

You could hear the sound of Michae’s breathing, and soon you could feel it ghosting over your skin, the air warm against the places it made contact. It was almost as if his hands were hovering over you, but not quite touching. Not yet anyway.

He let out a low chuckle, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “Lovely. It’s a pity I don’t get to see you like this more often.” He let his hand gently trail down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You laughed slightly, the sound almost bitter. “You can’t keep trying to capture me. I’m starting to think this is less about some evil plan and more because you’re lonely.”

He shook his head, grinning at you, even if you couldn’t see. “Lonely? No.” He moved his hand to trail down your chest, moving painfully slowly as he stopped just above your waistline. “You just look so beautiful tied up for me, and it’s hard to resist seeing,” he mused, and his body just felt closer to yours.

The words made you blush, and everything in you wanted to hide yourself, but that was literally impossible at the moment. The best you could do was turn your head to the side, as if that made any difference. But soon you felt his strong hand on your jaw, pulling your face back to him.

“Oh, don’t start with this now, darling,” he sighed. “You know I don’t like it when you look away.”

“I can’t even see you, so what difference does it make?” you snapped, and you knew that would probably get you in trouble, but you were feeling ballsy. Even if you were tied and couldn’t move, but that goes under the rug.

“Oh, so you want to talk back, do you?” he asked, laughing a little. His one hand moved and cupped your cheek, his fingers tracing your jaw line. “That just won’t do.” His touch disappeared, and you could hear his footsteps slowly circling to be behind you.

It felt like ages, but it was merely a few seconds. His body was just hovering centimeters from yours, but his presence was almost overwhelming. Your body shuddered, just waiting for him to touch you.

Your wish was finally granted, and his chest pressed into your back, his one arm snaking around your waist to pull you close against him. His other hand moved, but you couldn’t feel it.

That is, until a cool metal pressed against the skin of your throat, trailing just a little, but not enough to cut.

You swallowed, trying your best to hold your head up so that your skin wouldn’t get sliced from the blade. His hand around your waist gave a hard squeeze, stilling all of your motions.

“Now, don’t move, sweetheart,” he growled in your ear, making your breath hitch. “Because if you move, this will cut you, and I would hate to have to clean your pretty blood off the floor,” he added, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell of your ear for just a second. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

It took you a second to realize he wanted you to answer, but when his knee gently pushed the spot between your spread legs, you got the message.

“N-no sir,” you whispered, the words strangled as you tried not to move too much.

“I can’t hear you,” he taunted, knowing damn well that he could hear you loud and clear. The room echoed after all.

Damn him. “No sir,” you repeated, this time loud enough for it to echo for a second or two.

“That’s my good girl.” With that, he moved his hand to trail down the lashes you had on your back. The skin was still tender and sensitive, and your body spasmed for just a second each time he touched it. You grit your teeth, trying to still your motions, but the actions were involuntary. You just made sure to not move your head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. He moved to place small kisses on each of the raised lines, inevitably moving the knife away from your throat. You took the chance to catch your breath, still trying not to flinch, otherwise he’d get angry.

He let his knife rest against your side, the cool metal pressing into your bare skin. He let it trail down to the backs of your thighs, occasionally leaving little nicks, enough for you to gasp each time.

“You like that?” he asked, his other hand traveling to your underwear line.

“M-maybe,” you answered, squirming just a touch at the contact. His hand traveled a little lower, making you gasp at the contact, attempting to lean into his hand some.

“I think we both know the answer to that one,” he said, letting his fingers travel where he wanted them to. Each touch made you whimper, desperate for more, wanting more of him. All of him.

You just whined, trying to press your body into his hand, but your chains made it hard to do that, and it was just you desperately pulling against them. He laughed, moving his hand away, making you groan with frustration.

“Be a big girl, use your words,” he teased, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “Tell me what you want,” he ordered.

You sighed, shaking a little bit with the suspension. “P-please, I want you to touch me,” you started, your brain picking up speed as you just got desperate. “I want to feel you and I want you inside of me. Use your hands, use your knife, I don’t care,” you begged. “Please, daddy,” you added, knowing that it was his kryptonite, “make me feel good.”

Michael made a low sort of groan, moving his body back to push into you. “How could I say no when you ask so nicely?” he replied. He moved to position his head closer towards your neck, the spot where it meets your shoulder. You felt his teeth sinking into your flesh, making you cry out. He left a big bite mark, this one deep and you knew it wouldn’t heal for a while. You also knew it was only the first of many to come.

His hand moved back down to your underwear, pulling it a little. Considering he couldn’t pull it all the way down your legs, he used the knife to cut the fabric off, tossing the garment aside. Now, you were completely exposed and at his mercy.

“I’ve got you chained up, and I have you all to myself for hours,” he mused, his hand slowly creeping towards where you wanted it to be. “Are ready for me?”

“Yes sir,” you answered, your body clenching as you just waited.

“Good girl,” he said, and then he finally gave you the contact you’d been desperate for, causing you to moan and you could hear it echo through the room, back to your own ears.

He really did spend hours in there with you, taking absolutely no breaks. This man would keep you on edge for god knows how long, and then he’d blow your brains out. Your chest heaved, your nipples red and swollen, your body so far past exhaustion that you were sure you were headed to delirium. At some point, the blindfold had been pulled off, and you could see it on the floor somewhere. You could feel the combined juices running down your legs and dripping to the floor below you. There were a few blood droplets, too, and you had some new scars to add to your little collection, along with more hickeys that littered your body and bruises from grips that were just a little too hard.

The sound of both of your breathing filled the room, and you tried desperately to keep your eyes open, but you could feel sleep trying to overtake you. You were expecting that your wrists and ankles would soon be freed, but that wasn’t happening. You could hear Michael dressing, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him.

“Are you going to let me down?” you panted, completely spent. Even if he did let you down, you had no clue if you even had the energy to walk all the way back to your room, let alone get dressed.

“You need help getting down?” he asked, as if he didn’t realize you couldn’t free yourself.

“Well, duh,” you said, shaking your chains a little bit.

He walked over in front of you, grabbing your face and tipping your chin so that you were looking at him, and he pulled you in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he let go, smirking a little. “I’m sorry, darling, but I can’t. I have some business to attend to upstairs.” He started to walk away, stopping after a second. “Who knows? Maybe Mrs. Mead will find you and get you down. Or I’ll come back before she can,” he suggested.

“Wait, wait, you can’t just-“ but he was already gone, his footsteps receding down the hallway.

You yelled, screamed, but your voice was already hoarse from earlier. You tried desperately to wiggle free from the chains, but it was just as useless as before. You hung your head, your eyes just happening to see the little puddle of fluids on the floor, and you sighed.

That meant that someone else was going to have to find you like this, and the thought sent a flush of embarrassment to your face. But you didn’t have too much time to worry about that now, because you were falling asleep. You closed your eyes, and sleep overtook you. While you slept, you were left there, just waiting for someone to come find you and maybe help clean you up, and maybe walk, because damn were you sore.

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[honey-dewey]

Sway

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/Assassin Reader

Word Count: 1,838

Warnings: a bit sexier than my usual writing, one pretty knife, reader wears a dress so I guess it’s a female reader, but other than that I think it’s safe.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

They say when you engage in immoral or risky behavior that you’re dancing with the devil. If that’s true, you must be very good at dancing. Killing people is typically your area of expertise, but what happens when your target is much more interesting than you’d expected? 

Being an assassin had its perks. For one, you got paid a lot. You got into lots of places both legally and not so legally, and the thrill of the hunt made your entire body pulse with excitement. It was the perfect job.

However, it was jobs like this one that made you absolutely exhausted.

Your target was a man named Jack Daniels. He was, to the public, a high ranking employee at the Statesman distillery. But you knew better. He was a Statesman agent, and a damn good one too. You’d had your own share of Statesman encounters, including one with the mysterious Agent Whiskey who you’d identified as your target. Since then, you’d had a few more run-ins with Jack, but he’d never been your assignment.

Adjusting your dress, you sighed. Undercover work was always something you excelled at, and this time would hopefully be no exception. Statesman had announced a gala, although you didn’t know what the occasion was. They had a few every year that you ignored unless you had to, but this time, you would be attending. You had even bought a new dress for the occasion.

The dress in question was slinkier than you were used to. It was silk, colored in a deep rich red that reminded you of blood. The dress had a low back and front, showing what you hoped was a professional amount of skin. But it wasn’t the thin straps or the tight hug of the dress that made your heart flutter. It was the slit up your thigh, the cut of the fabric ending just below your dominant hand. Under the slit lay your weapon of choice. An ornate dagger, one of the only weapons you could possibly sneak into the gala.

You unsheathed the dagger, examining it before testing the edge on your thumb. A tiny drop of blood pooled on your skin, and you nodded, slipping the dagger back into its sheath and sucking on your thumb until the blood stopped.

The gala was being held in a ballroom closer into town, a place you were familiar with due to working there more than once. You knew the hallways and the doors, the secret passages and the security measures, knowing exactly where to make your move to ensure no one would find the body until you were long gone.

Music echoed behind the closed ballroom doors as you gathered your nerves. Jobs no longer made you nervous. In fact, you had to steel yourself so you wouldn’t get too excited, the adrenaline pumping before you needed it.

The doors opened silently, but your entrance drew a few eyes. People watched with a detached interest as you walked down the stairs, black heels clicking on the stone. To them, you were just another guest, here to mingle and drink and have innocent fun.

You caught his gaze quickly. He was standing to the side, talking to a few women all dressed as elegantly as you were. You smiled at him, and he tipped his hat ever so slightly in your direction. You had his attention.

The song ended, and as Jack Daniels excused himself to come talk to you, a song you recognized came on. ‘Sway’ by Michael Bublé.

You walked towards Jack, head held high. When you finally collided, you grabbed his tie and dragged him to a secluded corner. He smirked as you pushed him against a wall, one perfectly manicured hand on his chest, holding him in place. You were inches from his face, his breath tangling with yours as he breathed heavy, pupils wide.

Your non-dominant hand began to explore Jack’s chest, and his breathing picked up. You could feel the heavy pattering of his heart under your fingers as you slowly reached down with your other hand. Your fingertips were just brushing the tip of the dagger’s hilt when Jack’s hand caught the wrist of the hand exploring his body.

Next thing you knew, you were the one with your back against the wall, looking up into Jack’s eyes. He had one elbow pressed to the wall, the brim of his hat brushing your hair. His legs were barely touching yours, but his knee was against your thigh, trapping you in place. He was so close. His other hand brushed your bare thigh, smirking as he reached up your dress and slowly took your dagger out.

“Oh darlin’,” he drawled, spinning the dagger across his fingers. “Don’t you know it’s rude to kill a man on his birthday?” He took the ornate hilt and quickly stabbed the wall centimeters from your ear, effectively drawing all breath from your lungs. It quivered in the wall, and Jack leaned in close to your other ear, shifting his weight so his breath sent shivers down your spine when he spoke. “Why do you always have to kill the mood?”

He gave you one last smile before walking away, leaving you and your dagger against the wall, both shaking.

It took a minute for you to compose yourself, but when you did, you quickly tugged the dagger out, sheathing it and smoothing your dress down. Jack had walked away to go talk to someone at the bar, but he kept stealing glances in your direction, as if he was daring you to approach him again. The music, which was back at the forefront of your hearing, continued to play as you walked up to the same bar, sitting at the opposite end as Jack and ordering something to sip on.

“Well hello darlin’. What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ all alone at the bar?” An unfamiliar voice asked, and you rolled your eyes. A man who smelled strongly of alcohol was beside you, his smile lopsided and his tie half undone, the hat on his head tilted, but he made no move to adjust it.

You, instead of doing what you’d normally do, decided to incite some panic. You shifted your dress, showing the man the hilt of your dagger. “I’m here to kill the birthday boy.”

The man, despite his intoxication, leapt up, his eyes wide. “You’re-“

“Yep,” you said, walking off. Alarms rang out seconds later, but you didn’t move with any urgency. Slipping past the mass of panicked bodies, you slid into a secret entrance that was typically used for wait staff. Climbing the stairs, you soon got used to the emptiness of the slim hallways, the only sound being the click of your shoes.

Until you heard another set of footsteps behind you.

Whirling around and unsheathing your dagger, you pressed the tip against Jack’s neck, his mildly amused face curling into a smile as your heartbeat picked up.

“I should kill you right now,” you growled, pressing the dagger tighter into Jack’s neck, forcing him to take a step back, so he was pressed against the wall. Without the music, you could hear every little sound his breath made as his chest rose and fell.

“You won’t,” Jack said, hands up.

“Why?”

Jack’s smile never faltered. “Because you can’t.”

It was almost enough to make you drive the dagger through his heart. You had found it already, and knew exactly where you’d have to hit to kill him almost instantly. But you couldn’t bring yourself to draw your arm back. Instead, you sighed and sheathed your dagger. “Dammit Jack,” you grumbled. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Jack said, putting a hand around your waist. “How many times is this? Four?”

“Four,” you agreed, leaning into Jack’s touch. “I’m persistent.”

Jack nodded. “I see that,” he said, his other hand tracing over your thigh. “Well, I guess that’s a promise that I’ll be seeing you again.”

You grinned, pulling his hand out from under your dress. “And soon,” you purred, kissing Jack’s cheek and leaving a blood red lipstick stain.

Your trip home was uneventful. You’d removed your shoes, despite the fact that driving barefoot wasn’t the safest idea. Your head reeled with thoughts of Jack. You’d left him in the hallway, a smile on his face as he watched you go. Now, halfway to your apartment, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The apartment was dead black when you opened the door, but someone was lounging on the couch. You snuck up behind the figure, putting your hands over his eyes and smiling. “Guess who?”

Jack laughed. “Baby doll, did you really have to ruin my party?”

You turned a lamp on and sat down beside Jack. “I have a very specific skill set,” you said, leaning into Jack’s chest and kissing over the lipstick mark, renewing the vibrant red shade “Once an assassin, always an assassin. You’re home early, so what does it matter?”

“I asked you to help me come home early,” Jack pointed out. “Not to make it seem like someone’s trying to kill me.”

“Potato,” you said in a sing-song voice. “Anyway, do you want cake? I picked some up when I went to get groceries.”

Jack nodded. “Nice dress,” he added, watching you go. “Where’d that come from?”

Reaching into the fridge, you grabbed a cake and put it on the counter. “It’s my birthday present for you,” you said, cutting a slice of cake. “Happy birthday.”

As you handed Jack his cake, he pressed a warm hand to your bare thigh. “I get a knife to the throat and a pretty red dress for my birthday?” He asked. “God above, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You laughed, swiping your finger through the icing and sticking it in your mouth. “We both tried to kill each other. Multiple times,” you reminded.

Jack fed you a bite of cake, and you hummed around his fork. “Darlin’, you trying to kill me somehow became the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said. “Thank you for springing me from that damned party.”

“Thank you for almost letting me kill you,” you said, leaning down and kissing Jack, the sugar sweetness from the icing mingling with the flavor of Jack’s lips. “I’m gonna go change. Meet you in the bedroom in ten?”

Jack smiled, putting his hand yet again on your thigh and pinching the soft flesh there. “Make it five. It was a damn struggle to keep my hands off you today.”

“Oh was it now?” You cooed, leaning in close. “Someone needs to learn some restraint.”

“Well maybe you should teach me,” Jack said in an equally teasing tone. “After all, you’re the assassin here.”

You chuckled, walking towards the bathroom with Jack not far behind. “Jack,” you said, unzipping the dress and letting it fall off your body. “I’m an assassin. Not a miracle worker. I don’t think God himself could teach you restraint.” You turned, grabbing makeup wipes so you didn’t stain the sheets again. “But,” you said softly, seeing the look on Jack’s face. “I’ll certainly try.”

Jack smiled, leaning on the edge of the bed and unbuttoning his shirt. “Yes ma’am. Where do we start?”

#kingsman the golden circle #kingsman #agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing

[genius11rare]

Chit Chat 72821 AH 13 year anniversary

Chit Chat 13 year anniversary stream 72821 with Jack Michael Jeremy and voices of Geoff , lindsay , sudden matt and Ky

Jack: welcome to our birthday stream , sponsored by expressvpn if you don't have a vpn why don't yo- and i already lost all my frames…. Its our 13th bday we are no long preteens we are teens (someone , i assume michael uses airhorn sfx) Jack: hang on i got one (sarah no sfx x7) , we also got voices of geoff , alfredo is here , weve got Ky Deafened (jeremy wheezzes) and lindsay possibly and see trevor too… ok lindblad im switchin to firefox this is broken. Geoff: earlier we had our company wide All Hands meeting talking about whats going on… i don't expect you guys to go (jeremy uh oh) but i go cuz i care , trevor gave a speech about AH history and it was great , better than i couldve done so thanks trevor. Michael: wish i had boos and Hisses on my soundboard but i don't. Jack: todays also my wifes birthday so… im actually not supposed to be here today so *laughs* thanks to everyone whos supported over the last 13 years… Ky qwasnt even born yet (Michael: and she already made that joke) i know i said that in hope to get her to respond but shes deafeand. Michael: but that's how Deafen works… Jeremy: no shes like a jedi she would feel the joke. GeoffL di you get your internet fixed this week which then broke it 2 more times (jack: no , sounds like you tho) oh i guess that's just me then. Jack: geoff you hit record? Geoff: you know i didn't! *showing lucky 13 merch , at a poker table* Jack: so now that were 13 we can gamble. Geoff: 13 is legal gambling age in some counties of west virginia and mississippi  Jeremy: and we should ALL model ourselves after those 2 states. Jack: the beacons of america. Michael: if you can see over the poker table you can play Jeremy: well guess im out Geoff: hes 5’4! Lindsay: are we sure about that? GeoffL some of us are , some of us have never not been sure . *moves onto Camp Betrayal* Geoff: out of curiosity who were your fave non AH on that shoot Alfrdo: ooohh calen (i think?) was a lot of fun but Noel surprised me the most. Michael: Kayla was fun cuz it was 3 overnite shoots so we actually somewhat hiung out… also charlotte (jack jeremy and lindsay: yeah charlotte was cool) Jeremy: is this a camp betrayal thing or a face jam thing , everytime i see someone post a pic of Eric everyone in the comments tell him to eat dirt. Michael: its camp betrayal Geoff: speaking of eating dirt  were you ever the kids that ate worms for like a trick or to be brave (jack michael and jeremy: no) i wasn't either but… i feel like Matt Bragg probably did Matt: hey you're wrong *lindblad switches to a zoomed in photo of matt from the earlier lucky 13 merch drop shoot , starts shaking camera as he talks a bit* Jeremy: nice lindblad Matt: -et fucked geoff ! “are AH crew fans of cake or pie for bday?” Jack: who eats birthday PIE?!?! Ky: im just gonna step in , what about Ice cream cake (paraphrasing)... Geoff: …. I had cotton candy for dinner last night… whole kerfuffle getting it at HEB , grabbed it and the whole display fell on my head “Whose standup in austin have you seen and whos fave?” Jack: i havent seen stand up in a long time… last time i saw a routine of some kind was Penn n Teller in vegas 4 or 5 years ago. GeoffL i  just saw Tom Seguarra (idk how to spell) in vegas a bit ago , and he moved to austin recently… *moves on to Season Pass* Geoff: talked about how i lost millie at that park once… tune in to find out if i found her. Michael: oh replaced her like Avril Lavigne? Geoff: yeah an almos identical millie… doesnt sound the same when she sings but its close….. Michael: and that's the one question… “Phoenix Edit: what has been  proudest moment at AH?” JAck: doing any live show like selling out chicago… Michael: just hanging on i mean… Ky ill jump in (jack: whats your proudest moment at AH) you mean for the last month you mean? (Michael: yeah you have it alot easier) id say representing AH in last laugh season 2 Jack: you got knocked out like immediately though Geoff: can i give a sappy geoff answer? Its the day i invited you guys to my GFs house and we went swimming (michael: oh that was cool - i wasn't there) it was basically a perfect day , everybody - well almost everybody that mattered was there (michael laughs) and THAT day was when i told Jack and Trevor i was leaving AH . those conversations were really hard to have .. and i ws so comforted by how.... Oh idk *sigh* i just - i - i just how good a hands i felt it was in and you guys seemed so ready, and i knew it was going to continue and grow without me… sorry im getting so emotional in my old age, i yelled to much when i was younger. Michael: its weird to geoff cuz i couldnt make it and you went “oh no big deal, nothings going on anyway” and then trevor told me after wards geoffs leaving , and trevor kept saying “ive been waiting for this day ive  ben waiting for this day” Geoff: he hi5 me before i even got it out of my mouth….. He fist bumped himself it was weird… Trevor: yeah did that and said “God took ya long enough”  *cue airhorns and sarah nos* Jeremy:… alright let's play golf Jack: thanks for showing support from our live shows to our.. Our… idk the shows weve done *laughs* Geoff: GET IT OUT CMON! (Lindsay: GDI *jeremy and matt laughing* )  Jesus Christ! Jack: i had weird place , hardcore minigolf i got all them stuck in my head and couldnt get out the door

#chit chat #notes #text #ah #achievement hunter #anniversary #13 anniversary #july 2021 #idk what else to tag #for later #geoff ramsey #livestream #my notes #gen notes

[writerofshit]

Secret Santa:X

(This is half headcanon, half fic, all fun times and emotions)

(Shoutout to the Penthouse discord server for help on some of the gifts, would have been lost without you)

The last Christmas they have in the penthouse, Ryan brings up Secret Santa again. It’s partly a joke, partly a nod to the nostalgia that’s been eating at all of them the last few months. He brings it up when they’re all gathered in the living room, watching Gavin try and prove his stealth abilities in Hitman.

(“Just because you can be stealthy in a video game doesn’t mean I’m letting you come with me.” Jack had said at the beginning of it all.

“If I get silent assassin you have to take me!”

“This is your fourth run through!”)

Anyhow, Ryan brings it up, all nonchalant. “Remember that year we did Secret Santa?”

“No?” Jeremy says honestly.

“Before your time.” Michael says with a smile, patting him on the head.

“It was fun. We should do it again.”

(”Goddamnit!” On screen, Gavin dies again.)

The next day they have a meeting of all the ‘movers and shakers’, as Geoff has taken to calling them. He announces that Secret Santa is yet again a thing, and no, Matt, you can’t get out of it. There’s no budget, because they all have access to more money than they know what to do with.

They throw eleven names in a hat and go from there. Geoff calls first pick because he’s an asshole like that, and his choice picks next, so on and so forth.

 “Just get your shit done by Christmas, and we’ll do it then.”

--

Geoff pulls Gavin, and only panics a little.

The kid has everything he could ever want, what’s he really supposed to do? He considers what he might need, ends up crossing ‘bulletproof vest and a helmet’ off the list because it feels a little impersonal. He could do liquor of some sort, but he suspects there will be enough of that floating around on Christmas day.

He considers a camera, knows Gavin is into that kind of shit, but he’s lost a lot of knowledge in that department over the years. The only person who knows enough is Gavin himself, and that kind of defeats the point.

He ends up going for a new pair of gold shades, because the old ones are pretty worn out after six-plus years, and he’s almost positive Gavin has lost them. (Probably in Ryan’s room, but that’s neither here nor there) He gets a pair that have diamonds along the arms, and even though they’re ridiculously expensive he thinks it’s worth it.

Gavin adores them, has them on within 30 seconds of unwrapping them. He pokes himself in the eye, and that feels like a bonus to Geoff.

--

Gavin pulls Trevor, and while he plays it off at first “Oh, this will be easy, I got this person for sure!” he absolutely has no idea what to do.

 There’s a weird bit of time where he tries to get to know Trevor better. He learns absolutely nothing new, despite following the guy for almost a week.

There’s a night he lays in bed with Ryan, bitching about this whole thing. “What the hell do I do? This was terrible for me last time, why would you suggest this?”

He ends up calling Barbara from the Roosters to try and figure out something, who promptly makes fun of him for not knowing anything about the guy he’s worked with for years. She does give one bit of new information, so he goes with it.

He gives Trevor tickets to the next Motocross event, because it’s apparently something he’s into. He throws in a NASA t-shirt as a joke, a nod to the world Trevor left behind.

Both items go over well, Trevor immediately pulling the shirt on over what he’s already wearing. He won’t shut up about Motocross for the rest of the day, either.

--

Trevor pulls Ryan, which he’s immediately terrified of.

 He knows Ryan well enough to know that there won’t be any serious repercussions if he fucks it up, he won’t get gutted over a poor gift choice. But he also knows he’ll get that weird stare Ryan does when he’s pretending to consider whether or not to hurt someone. Plus he won’t live it down from the rest of the crew.

At first he goes to Gavin for help, because apparently nobody is taking the ‘secret’ part seriously. Gavin absolutely refuses to help him, mostly for the laughs. He knows Gavin’s getting a kick out of watching him squirm over this, which is so unfair. Then he asks Jack for help, who just shrugs. 

“You’re a smart guy, Trevor, you’ll figure something out.”

He does, sort of. He gives Ryan a 24 pack of diet coke (because what else?) and an actually beautiful rainbow knife. It seems pretty heavy duty, and he knows its right up his alley. He also throws in some earplugs as a joke.

 “So you can tune out Gav’s idiocy whenever you need.”

“Come on, Trevor. I’ve had years of practice at that. The knife is gorgeous though.”

--

Ryan pulls Alfredo, and he’s not too worried about it.

Alfredo’s their go-to sniper these days, and a new sniper rifle seems pretty obvious. Maybe a gift card to Ammunation or something? It does feel a little lackluster, even to him, so he brings it up to Gavin one night, while Gav is still debating t-shirts from Amazon.

“That’s a bit boring, isn’t it?”

“You’re buying a NASA shirt for an ex-aerospace engineer. I’m gonna need you to rethink your stance on this one.”

“Nah. You gotta do something better for Fredo, he deserves it.”

Which. alright, then what the fuck is he supposed to do? He gets his answer the next week when he sees Alfredo on a motorcycle for the first time.

“I’m going to teach you how to actually ride that thing.” Which is good, a chance to catch up and hang out. Bad, because Ryan’s method of teaching is ‘learn by doing’ and does in fact result in shouting.

Ryan still gives him the sniper rifle, which he is far more excited about.

--

Alfredo pulls Fiona, and it’s the first time he marginally regrets joining the crew.

He’s got no fucking idea what she’d like, what gift she’d appreciate and not hit him over. He tries to be casual about asking around, hoping someone might have better insight. The rest of the crew catches on immediately, and they flood him with false information.

“She loves chocolate. Favorite Halloween candy, in fact!” Michael tells him, but the grin he has says otherwise.

“She mentioned something about wanting to learn a new language.” Jack says seriously.

“Get her an English to French dictionary, she’ll love it.” Gavin tacks on.

“French, yep. She definitely wants to learn that one.”

Lindsay is the only one who actually helps him. “She’s been known to enjoy a drink or two.”

By sheer luck he happens to walk into one of the thousand arguments Fiona has with Michael over the whole ‘Halloween candy’ debacle, and he knows immediately that's a bad route to go down.

He ends up making a gift basket full of liquor mini’s and various candies. He makes sure not to include any chocolates, and throws some extra blowpops in, just to be safe.

Thankfully, she does appreciate the thought he put in, and she says she’ll only share with Alfredo since everyone else is an asshole.

--

Fiona pulls Lindsay, and it’s not hard to figure out what she’ll like.

 She considers something chaotic, the two of them wreaking havoc on the city together. It makes sense. She also thinks about organizing a ‘girls day’, getting all the ladies of the crew together to go out and fuck some shit up. There’s a lot of logistics involved in that one, including convincing some of them to be out in the field like that.

It crosses her mind to bring Lindsay to a shelter to play with cats, because if there’s one thing Lindsay likes more than chaos, it’s cats. That’s also a bit of a logistical nightmare, not to mention the strength it would take to pry her away.

In the end she goes with cat merch. It’s a basket full of goodies, including a mug with a cat holding a bi-pride flag, a dress with various cartoon cats on it, and a cat necklace that has her birthstone as the body.

It’s beautiful, and Lindsay just about cries. She too, immediately changes into her new clothing, and she drinks everything out of the mug for at least a month.

--

Lindsay pulls Matt, and at first she panics.

She knows him fairly well, but like... He’s a real weirdo, what’s she supposed to do with that? She wonders what games he could use, if there’s anything he hasn’t bought himself.

Her confusion lasts until she mentions it to Michael. (Only after he let it slip who he’d picked.)

“Are you fucking kidding me? Matt’s the easiest goddamn one!”

“Bullshit! Name one thing you know about M.att B.ragg!”

“He eats like shit! Give him a box of donuts and he’ll lose his fuckin mind.”

Her response of  “Oh my god.” is barely heard.

She spends a week trying out different recipes, much to Ryan’s delight. He’s happy to play taste-tester while she finds the perfect flavor combination.

She winds up going with a double chocolate espresso concoction. Matt is, of course, super stoked about his cupcakes, and damn near has to fight Ryan off to protect them.

--

Matt pulls Jeremy, which is pretty much a slam dunk.

Whiskey is the obvious choice, one he’ll absolutely go with, thank you very much. Who said taking the easy way out never got you anywhere?

And it would have, if it weren’t for Geoff.

There’s a debate that happens about a week before Christmas, something about the necessity of going to the liquor store. Michael and Jeremy are firmly pro-trip, and Geoff just wants them to “stay home and do some goddamn work. Besides, it’s not like half of you guys aren’t buying each other liquor anyway. In a week I’m sure we’ll be fully stocked.”

Which, alright. Fuck Matt then, huh? He’d genuinely thought it was a good idea, a mix of thoughtful and practical.

He decides to pair the whiskey with- well, it’s kind of a joke gift, but at least he won’t be accused of only buying liquor.

He commissions a customized cowboy hat. Half purple half orange, split right down the middle. There’s a neon yellow buckle on it, and it’s the ugliest thing Matt has ever seen in his life.

Jeremy loves it though, thinks it’s goddamn perfect. He wears it for the rest of the day, and for the next heist.

(Michael is less enthused.)

--

Jeremy pulls Michael, and that-

That’s harder than it should be.

He and Michael have been doing this... Whatever the fuck it is for over six months now, and they haven’t goddamn talked about. Not really. They’ve had moments,sure, here and there when they’re both drunk and thinking far too much about it. Reminding each other that they’re happy, that this is a good time, wouldn’t change it for the world-

But there’s still nights they sleep alone and they don’t talk about why. They still don’t really mention it to anyone else, even if they all know. Jeremy still doesn’t know how to answer when someone asks what the deal is with him and Michael.

So it’s hard, right, to come up with a relationship- appropriate gift. Too jokey and he’ll feel bad. Too serious isn’t their style at all. Plus like… how’s he supposed to do that in front of everybody? Just because they know there’s something there doesn’t mean they need to put on a show.

He settles on the obvious, nice bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses. It’s not exactly personal, but it’s good enough to show the room.

Later, in a quiet moment they can steal away, Jeremy offers to take him out the next night.

“We’ll do the bar thing, just you and me. My treat.”

“Oh yeah? You’re buying my drinks all night?” Michael asks him with a sly grin.

“I uh- I’ll get your drinks for as long as you’ll have me.” and it doesn’t come out exactly right, but they both know what he means by it.

Earns him a smile and a sweet kiss, and that alone is worth it.

--

Michael pulls Jack, and he runs through a few options.

He considers buying her furniture, because he knows she'll need it when they all finally do move out. But Jack has a good head on her shoulders and probably already has that shit on lock.

He looks into custom shelving, for all the knick knacks she's collected over the years. He could get it designed in colors she'd like and shell out extra for lighting and all that shit. But she doesn't have a new place yet, as far as he knows, so that's kind of a bust.

He could give her what amounts to a gift certificate, an offer to pay for whatever she wants made, but that seems kind of… Empty?

There's the age old alcohol gift, but that's been done before, and is probably being done by almost everyone else.

He mentions to Lindsay how weirdly difficult it is to buy something for Jack, get’s zero advice but somehow helps her figure out the whole Matt mystery.

In the end he decides to help her out and piss her off, a little bit of a win-win kinda thing. He buys her a couple of new shirts, bold and flowery and almost as bad as Jeremy’s Rimmy Tim shtick. He hates them but he knows she loves them, so it’s worth it.

He tells her it’s because her old shirts gotta be falling out of fashion, an opinion she is not happy about.

But it’s fine, because he also gets her tickets to fucking Disney World, of all places. He even offers to go with her, which she absolutely takes him up on.

It’s more fun than he expects, and it’s a really good chance to actually spend some time with her. He hadn’t realized it had been so long.

--

Jack pulls Geoff, which.

It’s no secret that Geoff is a sentimental bastard when it comes to the crew. It’s exactly why he’d spent months talking to her about the possibility of selling the penthouse, trying to figure out exactly how everyone would react, trying to figure out how he would react to not having them all so close anymore. She spent countless nights listening to him wonder what it meant that he wanted his own space.

Objectively, he was probably a bad person but his love and fierce loyalty to the crew made up for that, in some ways, right? So how can he kick them out, how can he do this to them, he’s being selfish-

And she had just explained to him that he had to do what was right for him. That it was understandable. That he was right, they could all use the opportunity to be a little more independent. She was looking forward to having her own space, and in time the rest of them would too.

So when she pulls Geoff’s name, she knows she’s gotta lean into that a bit. She could get him some books, some puzzles maybe. He’d mentioned off-hand that he missed having the space for them, because the kitchen table was always covered in some sort of crew shenanigans.

She does get him those, because she knows they’ll get some use.

But the big thing is the collage.

She’s had pictures of the crew on her phone for years, dating all the way back to her and Geoff in a shitty apartment. She’s got some of Ray, curled up on the couch with a DS in his hand. Gavin and Michael wrestling one drunken night. Ryan, nodded off on the couch after a heist, face paint still on and a complete mess. Jeremy trying to teach Matt something resembling self-defense. Lindsay cuddling a stray cat she had taken in. Trevor and Alfredo in matching clothes, playing up the ‘twin’ joke that had been going around. Fiona in that bright yellow suit, modeling for her Instagram.

There’s one she gets at the last minute, gets somebody from the support team to take right before their latest heist. It’s all eleven of them, full heist get-up, masks and obnoxious fashion choices and guns tucked here and there. They’re in the boardroom, running through it one more time before they take off, and in retrospect, it’s probably the last time they’ll do that in that room.

She sets that one in the middle, surrounded by all of these moments from the last 12 years.

“For your new place, when you find it.” Jack says.

It’s beautiful, and it makes Geoff cry. It brings some sniffles from a lot of them, even if they all deny it.

Leaving the penthouse isn’t the easiest thing for any of them, but it’s the right move. After all, they’re still a family.

#ks writes #fahc #fahc headcanon #ragehappy #christmas in july yall #i honestly love this a lot and hope yall do too #jeremichael #tagging those boys for Reasons

[corancoranthemagicalman]

IDK how prompts work......i pick number 12! With destiel? Or do you need more than that??

That’s perfectly great!! Since this prompt list is based on the song (associated with that number) on my playlist, that’s the “prompt” as it were. If that makes sense. LMAO.

So the number you picked is twelve and that’s Marbles by The Amazing Devil on my Spotify Wrapped!! So here’s some Destiel with a hint of Marbles. And I am literally already dying because the first line of Marbles is “I've held your hand since 1979.” Dean Winchester’s birthday? Jan. 24, 1979. So. Destiny and all of that. Other things of note: Cassiel - the angel Castiel is based on - is the angel of tears and solitude. That doesn’t matter here but it made me sad. Another thing is that since Aneal was thought to be Anna’s name but was later introduced in season 13 as a different character, I named her Ananiel who is considered to be a “watcher.” I thought that was fitting since Anna watched humanity and fell.

You can read it on AO3 if you’d prefer. This one got longer than I meant it to. :|

And you can prompt me here for some writing!! 700 followers and 100 songs!!

 **********

It was a cold night in January when it began. Castiel recalled the humans had recently marked the year 1979. The evening was an ordinary one save for the birth of one, small child. Crying, the babe called out for his mother. Like most humans, the babe hungered. Humans milled about before affixing the newborn into the arms of a tired but brightly smiling mother.

Castiel approached Ananiel as the Garrison Captain watched in silent awe. It was an emotion unfathomable to Castiel in regards to humans. Ananiel’s fascination with humanity was not something Castiel could grasp, but their order from God was clear. They were to be humanity’s keepers. In this regard, Ananiel’s ever-watchful eye over humanity was something that Castiel could understand.

Even this aside, the birth of the Righteous Man was a sight to behold and witness. Castiel was certain many an angel had paused in their duties to watch on as the Michael Sword drew in his first breath.

“They’re so unassuming, aren’t they?” Ananiel spoke. When Castiel did not respond, Ananiel continued. “He’s so small. Fragile.”

Castiel cast his gaze, watched on as the small babe’s cries silenced at the hushing of his mother. “It is… difficult … to understand that this one will one day become Michael’s sword against Lucifer.”

Ananiel looked displeased at Castiel’s response, turning to face the future Righteous Man. “No, it’s not just that, Castiel.” The Captain furled their body into something smaller, a reflection of the vessels they would have to wear as they walked the Earth. Wordlessly, Castiel followed suit and moved forward with her.

“All of them.” Ananiel’s words were but a whisper. “All of humanity. So small and frail.” The Captain turned their gaze away from Kansas, to Paris, to Istanbul, to Sweden, and to everywhere and nowhere all at once. “Look at them, Castiel. Look at all that they have done on their own.”

But Castiel did not see what Ananiel was gazing upon. Where his Captain saw monuments and civilization Castiel only saw desolation and despair. A people crying out and misguided as they turned away from God. Castiel told Ananiel this, spoke about the heinous atrocities of humanity that he saw reaped and sowed in equal measure. Again Ananiel was displeased.

“Castiel,” Ananiel spoke. “One day you will see.” Ananiel looked upon the Michael Sword once again.

“What will I see?” Castiel inquired as Ananiel knelt from their position over Michael’s True Vessel. They sat beside Ananiel, eyes becoming unsteady as they tried to observe the same things Ananiel did.

Ananiel offered a smile, eyes kept to the small hospital room. “They are God’s greatest Creation.”

Humming, Castiel was not sure that he could dispute that. Their father had ordered Humanity to be their priority. Lucifer had rebelled because Humanity had been loved more. Certainly, God had viewed Humanity as His greatest Creation. Why would Castiel assume differently?

Castiel kept their assumptions to themselves. They did not wish to lessen Ananiel’s view of them. Their Garrison Captain had humored them enough with their lack of understanding. They were still young. Perhaps with age, Castiel would know. For now, they would wait with the hope of understanding one day.

Then it continued in a motel. The year is 2018 and this is where the End begins. Castiel had not wanted to stay beside his brethren as they let Lucifer rise to destroy Humanity. They had been commanded to protect Humanity, God’s favorite Creation. He would continue to do so besides the Winchester brothers.

He wondered if he now understood what Ananiel had meant all those years ago. Watching the Righteous Man, shoulders heavy and eyes dim, Castiel was reminded of the crying child. Only this time, the child did not allow themselves to cry when they needed something. Instead, Dean Winchester held his tongue. He cleaned his gun as Sam Winchester lay sleeping in the opposite bed.

Dean Winchester was… peculiar . He was an enigma wrapped in mystery only to be thrown in the deepest, darkest depths so that his secrets might never see light. But Castiel had seen Dean’s secrets. He had held the man’s very soul in his hands, putting it together piece by piece. He was nothing that Castiel once thought the Michael Sword should have been.

But with that in mind, Dean was not the Michael Sword, was he? He was not the Righteous Man , but a good man . One who was willing to sacrifice everything for his brother and most everything for Humanity. He had fought harder and longer than some of the angels within Castiel’s own Garrison to protect Humanity as God commanded. In this way, perhaps Dean was a soldier of Heaven. A true warrior of God, fighting for His command.

“You should rest.” Castiel finally spoke, watching as Dean continued his meticulous work.

“You should too,” Dean responded as his gaze remained upon his work. His hands were rough, calloused, but handled his weapon with care. A silent duality to an ever curiously crafted man.

Castiel held his words for a moment, thoughts forming and imploding all at once until he could speak. “I do not require rest, Dean.” He spoke eventually, the human voice granted to him by James Novak restrained as he tried to let Sam sleep. Whispering, Dean had referred to it as once. To let humans sleep.

“Well,” Dean sighed, setting aside his tools before beginning to reassemble his weapon. “I guess that means we can just stay up late. Braid each other’s hair and talk about the new High School Musical coming out.”

Furrowing the brow of his human vessel in curiosity, Castiel leaned forward from where he sat at one of the chairs placed by the table. Dean removed his things from atop the bedsheets before meeting his gaze. “I do not think that is what you want, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes, standing and taking his things to be placed within his bag. “It’s a joke , Cas.” He huffed. “No one actually cares about Senior Year anyway.” There is a muttering of words that Castiel does not strain himself to understand but Dean turns to face him and continues. “Seriously, go on. You perch on some telephone wire while Sam and I get a few hours.”

Castiel felt annoyance trickle along his very being at the insinuation of birdlike habits. But this was how Dean Winchester communicated. In the same way he referred to Sam as a bitch , he meant brother . It was something Castiel was beginning to grow accustomed to.

Standing, Castiel nodded in understanding. Dean did not like to be watched over so closely while resting. Perhaps it was an instinct ingrained into him through his life as a Hunter. “Of course,” he whispered. “Sleep well, Dean.” With an unfurling of his wings that Dean could not see, Castiel cast himself outside of the motel room.

He stared for a moment at the old paint that marked the motel’s wall. He could almost hear Dean sigh, the Righteous Man allowing his shoulders to sag now that there was no appearance to keep up. Dean Winchester would staple a steel bar to his back if such a thing were possible and if it were viable for keeping his posture upright when facing anyone, kin or not.

It was… admirable , Castiel considered. That Dean Winchester would not allow himself to be viewed as vulnerable. He had been charged to watch over his brother much like Castiel had been charged with watching over Dean. It was… familiar , in an oddly disturbing way. That Castiel could see so much of himself within Dean. When first touching Dean’s soul, Castiel had assumed this was because Dean himself was like an angel. Now, though, Castiel could not help but wonder if it were because he was like a human .

He could remember Ananiel’s fall too freshly. Turning to face away from the motel, Castiel could do nothing but wait and hope that they could defeat Lucifer. That he would not stray as Ananiel did.

In Heaven, while the Earth has reached its year of 2020, so much has changed. An aching amount of years had passed with much too much love and pain chained along with those years. Castiel watched and waited, hope catching in his throat. Perhaps, now with Chuck finally defeated and Jack residing over Heaven as God, the Winchesters could rest. They could find peace.

Castiel rubbed at the place over his chest where his heart resided. His chest, he considered it, as it had been a long time since he considered his body a vessel . There was a beautiful sort of ache knowing that someone you loved would finally get to achieve their happiness. Perhaps this is what Anna had meant all those years ago. Perhaps she too had seen the man that Dean Winchester would become, or the hope of the man he could be. Or perhaps she had no idea whatsoever what it meant to fall in love with a human.

Jack turned from the board he had been staring at blankly. Castiel had no clue as to where the young God’s gaze had turned, but he welcomed him back with a warm smile. Jack, however, greeted his smile with something small and bittersweet.

Furrowing his brow, Castiel placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “What is it?” He asked softly. Had already there begun a war to fight? Was there no time for rest as Heaven had been recrafted and Humanity given their Free Will?

“It’s Dean,” Jack spoke gently. “He’s… here.” His words eventually drew out from him, reaching Castiel’s grace and morphing his hesitant spirit into one of sorrow. Already Dean Winchester was dead, resigned to Heaven when there was still a full life on Earth to have been had for him.

“Oh,” Castiel let out in a breath. He felt Heaven spin around him, vision swirling until he was forced to take a seat. Jack followed him, arms reaching out but withheld as not to touch Castiel. “Dean Winchester is…”

“Dead.” Jack nodded as that bittersweet smile remained. “Yes. He’s at the Roadhouse with Bobby Singer now.”

Castiel swallowed heavily. The thought that Dean was being greeted by a familiar and warm face was a soothing balm to the gaping wound left in his heart. “That’s good.” His throat felt constricted around his words. With these thoughts, he could understand the bittersweetness to Jack’s smile. Perhaps this was how Dean Winchester found his peace and true rest. It was unfair , certainly, that Dean should pass so young and not see his peace out on Earth. It was almost cruel when Dean wanted nothing more than a family . Then a home .

Jack smiled then, inhaling a deep breath and transforming his expression. “Time passes differently here, doesn’t it?” He contemplated after the long silence. “I mean, I see everything all at once and yet I experience things in both Heaven and Earth.”

“I… suppose.” Castiel bobbed his head for a moment, folding his hands to rest on his lap. “When I was in Heaven, before all of… everything … there were moments of time that would pass that to the Winchesters was months, or sometimes the reverse was true. And I would be fighting for months and have only been gone a few minutes.”

There was understanding, soft like a new dawn, across Jack’s face. “He’s here now too. Sam, I mean.”

Releasing the breath that he had not known he was holding, Castiel smiled. “Good.” He spoke genuinely with his throat less dry and his words less hollow. “Now he can have peace.”

Jack furrowed his brow, blinking in something akin to surprise at Castiel’s words. “No.” His words were firm but gentle, reminding Castiel of the displeasure Anna had displayed to him many lifetimes ago. “He doesn’t have everything to complete his Heaven yet.”

Castiel could remember watching Dean rake leaves. Waiting with a silent hope that somehow Dean would see him , despite hiding himself from Dean’s gaze. He could remember avoiding Dean’s presence in Purgatory with the blind hope that waiting his time would save Dean . He could remember Naomi and the tablets and countless other things that had left Castiel waiting and hoping .

He could wait and hope for this too. For Dean’s happiness. Perhaps in that short time before his arrival in Heaven - had it been short at all? - Dean had lived something of a life, had met someone. There was a hope that all Dean would have to do was wait and he could have his peace.

“He’s waiting.” Jack’s voice rang out, resonating within Castiel’s grace. Once a meager captain, once a seraph, now an archangel for Jack’s reign as God, Castiel could equate his grace to a soul . The very core of his being despite how much it had been rebuilt and replaced to keep him alive, to keep him powered.

“How much longer will he have to wait?” Castiel asked, fearful of the answer but desperate for it all the same.

Smiling, Jack took the seat across from Castiel and mirrored the templing of his hands. “Soon.” He answered instead. “Did you know that when you rebuilt Dean’s soul you stitched him together with your grace?”

Confused, Castiel slowly nodded. “Yes, but…” he cut his words short, furrowing his brow as he tried to puzzle Jack’s words. “But Dean’s soul and my grace are not what they once were.”

“No,” Jack agreed, tilting his head and gathering his thoughts in a single breath. “No, you aren’t the same. Except you are. You’ve… grown, I suppose. But at your hearts, you’re the same.”

Castiel could concur to that, thinking on how they had not changed. They had continued in their patterns until their deaths. The only thing that had differed in their twelve years of kinship was Castiel’s deathbed confession. He grimaced at the thought, thinking of the weight he must have placed upon Dean’s shoulders, knowing that his love for the man had been what sentenced Castiel to death. Yet Castiel could not regret any actions that might have spared Dean.

Suddenly, Castiel heard a faint voice. It was quieter than a songbird’s first tune but thrice as precious. Dean Winchester’s voice called out, a silent prayer, a calling of longing. Castiel’s eyes widened and yet Jack looked as if he had been expecting this.

“You didn’t forget where you placed your marbles, did you?” He teased, a smile bright stretching his face into something that felt close to Heaven in Castiel’s heart.

“No,” Castiel answered without hesitation. Dean’s longing called again, asking for Castiel. “But…”

Jack laughed, standing and placing his hands on Castiel’s shoulders. “Go find out where Dean Winchester placed his marbles.” He winked and released his grip on Castiel before turning back to the board they had been working over. “I’ll be here when you’re done.” Jack grinned. “Think of it like a 9 to 5 for God.”

Huffing a surprised laugh, Castiel stood. His hands shook and his knees felt weak. “I’ll… see you soon.” He promised, unfurling his wings and stretching his form before taking flight.

It continued like this. Castiel was in Heaven, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The blue eyes contained within his body reminded him of the river not far from the cabin. The lines on his face reminded him of crow’s feet as he smiled. The hair atop his head was askew from a good night’s rest before, sleeping heavily with content in a large room on a large bed.

Arms, warm, wrapped around his waist. Dean’s chin rested atop his shoulder and a green gaze met his own in the reflection. “Mornin’, sunshine,” Dean mumbled, smiling sleepily to which Castiel could do not much more than return it.

“Good morning, Dean.” Castiel rumbled, felt his happiness roll out from him like thunder, before turning in Dean’s arms to run his fingers through golden hair. “What are we going to do today?”

Dean hummed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Castiel’s own. He peered one eye open carefully to catch Castiel’s before closing it again with a smile. “How about you and I go to the lake.” He offered a breathy chuckle. “Off by the pier. Just you and me.” A sharp nose ran gently across Castiel’s cheek, a kiss of skin as Dean tightened his arms around Castiel’s waist.

“That sounds wonderful,” Castiel murmured, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply this scent of familiarity in their shared bathroom.

“Good.” Dean drew back with a smile but not before placing a soft kiss to the corner of Castiel’s mouth. “I’ve got a good feeling about today.”

Offering a blinding smile, Castiel threaded his fingers through Dean’s hair. “Me too.”

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