DAY 6: Blood On The Car Seats
DAY 6: Blood On The Car Seats
Bobby is bleeding out, but family doesn't end in blood.
Pretty short today but I realized at the last minute that I didn't have anything for Bobby so I did what I could. It was originally only 300 words but inspiration struck me on the train so you get a bit more. It's not as sad as it could be and I would even say it's kind of cute if you ignore the whole Bobby dying thing. Fandom: Supernatural Character(s) : Bobby Singer Relationship(s): Bobby Singer & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Words : 904 Trigger Warnings : - Blood Loss - Gunshots - Implied Future Death No. 6: NOT REALIZING THEY'RE INJURED Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."
“Bobby! Come on! Come on! Come on!”
Bobby dropped the crowbar to the floor with a loud metallic clang, a black goo coating his arm. Behind him, he could hear Dick’s skin fizzing as it formed back. Bobby ran. The door slammed behind him, a futile barrier to the biblical creature behind him.
Dean and Sam were waiting for him outside in the van, Sam’s hopeful eyes piercing into him. An open door, Bobby had only to step through. Dick’s footsteps echoed ominously through the night, never stopping.
(Bobby had a way to stop him, the maps, the numbers he’d seen in Dick’s office. He had to pass them on to the boys.)
Bobby jumped into the van, a bullet passing inches from his face. The bullet embedded itself in the body of the van. The tires screeched on the tarmac as Dean started the car, sparks flying.
A second bullet flew.
The door swung shut, carried by the momentum of the car.
The bullet lodged in Bobby's forehead.
Bobby was thrown against the side of the car, carried by the momentum of the bullet.
Time slowed down and Bobby could hear voices inside and outside of him. Blood ran down his forehead and into the leather of the car seats, pooling at his feet. Dean was talking and Bobby knew Dean was relieved that they had escaped but he couldn't make out any of his words.
“What's with your hand? Are you hurt?”
Dean's voice was distant, almost inaudible, but Bobby couldn't tell if it was Dean or him who had his head under water.
"It's not my blood," Sam answered.
Bobby was definitely dying, he decided, when his consciousness was trapped inside his dying carcass but he was still able to see Sam, his back to him, looking at the blood on his hands after picking up Bobby's cap.
Realization hit Sam like a bolt of lightning and he dropped the bloody cap and turned back to Bobby.
"Bobby? Oh, my God. Bobby!"
" Bobby !?"
Finally, idjits. It was about time.
Bobby didn't know what was worse, the horror on Sam's face as he fully realized who this was happening to, or Dean, consumed by uncertainty, who couldn't take his eyes off the road to save them from an accident.
Sam unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed to the back of the car, laying Bobby down in the backseat and stopping the bleeding with his other hand. His hands already covered in Bobby's blood only became redder.
"Bobby? Bobby? Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold on."
Sam, his boy who thought he had to take all the sins of the world on his shoulders to atone for his sins, cradled Bobby's face gently in his hands, covering his cheeks with his own blood.
"Sam, is he dead?" Dean asked, his voice sharp.
"I'm checking," Sam replied abruptly.
Sam's hands shook against Bobby's throat. The silence was thick in the car and yet Sam had trouble feeling Bobby's pulse for how weak it was.
"Is he dead?!" Dean insisted angrily.
Dean's default emotion had always been anger when he didn't know how to react. How could it be otherwise when the only example the boy had had was John?
"Just drive, Dean!" Sam said impatiently. "Bobby!"
(His boys were calling for help, they needed him. Bobby couldn’t do anything.)
“You gotta talk to me, Sam,” Dean snapped.
And to anyone who knew him, to Bobby and Sam, the desperation beneath his rage and aggression was obvious. There was nothing he could do for Bobby but keep driving, and he couldn’t stand it.
“All right, he’s breathing. There’s a pulse,” Sam sighed in relief, hiding a sob in his chest.
(Only Bobby was close enough to hear him.)
If Dean hadn’t been raised the way he had been—as a warrior, as a soldier —he would have stopped for a second and wept in solace. Instead, he pulled out his phone and continued to bark orders.
The fight wasn’t over. Bobby was still bleeding to death on the car seats.
“Keep him upright. Stop the bleeding. ”
“I’m not an idiot, Dean! I know first aid for a friggin’ bullet to the head! ” Sam snapped.
Idjits , Bobby wanted to scold them. The boys shouldn’t be getting angry at each other, they should be angry at Dick Freaking Roman.
But Dean had already stopped listening to Sam, focused on his next task, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
“I need the nearest trauma center,” he asked sharply on the phone.
“Hold on, hold on,” Sam whispered to Bobby, begging him to stay with them.
(Bobby had never been one to refuse his boys anything. Sentimental fool.)
"What's the address?" The voice on the phone said a few words that Bobby couldn't hear. His senses seemed to be limited to his boys. “All right, Bobby. Hang in there.”
With a sharp turn of the wheel from Dean, the car veered toward the hospital and Bobby held on, both to the car and to the last connection he had with Sam and Dean. Sam's hand in his, Dean's voice in his ears.
(Hang on, Bobby.)
(He couldn't leave his boys, Sam and Dean still needed him.)
His vision narrowed and Bobby could only see Sam's worried eyes, could only feel the vibrations of the tires on the road, but Bobby held on. For Dean and Sam.
For his kids.
For his family .
Dean & Sam: *high fiving* I'm so glad everyone made it out unscathed. Bobby : *dying in the backseat*
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I just finished Supernatural, I have no idea what to do with my life now. Help!
So, I did a thing. I decided to try Whumptober this year. Decision made on September 18th so I'm not as far ahead as I'd like. But it also means I can be persuaded to change my mind if you want to see a particular character for certain days :)
Feel free to suggest your characters to me!
As usual I couldn't decide between One Piece and Supernatural so I did both with about the same number of stories for each.
I don't want to put any pressure on myself with this, just a fun way to challenge myself with prompts I wouldn't have thought of otherwise. That's all.
Last thing, I'm going to post on AO3 but would anyone be interested in me posting them here as well?
Happy (?) Whumptober and if you decide to spend some of it with me, thank you very much and welcome aboard!
conclusion: aside from the antlers, i'm really fucking close to my fantasy version, and i want to dye my hair again.
Picrew Timeeee
Irl vs Fantasy you
Open tags!
AO3 Wrapped 2024 [Writer's Edition]
As I only started writing in 2023 and haven't been able to write since October because of my exams, it's not as much as I would have liked but here is my AO3 Wrapped 2024 ! Based on this post if you want to do it too.
Sorry if this is long, I loved doing this and looking back on my year of writing.
How many words have you written this year?
I published 445,335 words this year on AO3, so I probably wrote more but I have no idea how to count them. But I'm cheating a little since all my One Piece stories are in French and English.
How many works did you publish this year?
I've published 35 works in English, 61 if we count the French translations.
What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
At The Dawn Of Time, a story where Portgas D. Ace travels back in time for a day after Marineford to meet his mother Portgas D. Rouge while she is still pregnant with him in Baterilla. His arrival has no impact whatsoever on the timeline, all events remain the same after his visit but it has such a big impact on Ace, on how he sees himself, how he sees his parents and the world. It's the moment where he learns to love and forgive himself with a little help from his mom and it means so much to me, especially at the time I wrote it.
I love this story for all it represents and I also think it's really well written. Kudos to me.
What work of yours has the most hits?
It's Children of the Sea, my story about Rouge adopting Shanks and Buggy after Roger's death, with 24,428 hits ! But considering that it's also my longest ongoing project, that was expected.
What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?
Between the Waves and the Stars, a story for Nami's birthday (One Piece) about the first few weeks of the crew with just her, Luffy and Zoro. I love this story but I honestly didn't expect so many people to agree with me and take the time to write so many lovely and kind comments.
(The title may also be the inspiration for my username. I love astral imagery, sue me.)
Favorite title you used
I hate having to come up with titles for my stories, it either comes to me directly because I pull it directly from a song or I stare at my story for hours trying to come up with a title. That said, I think one I'm very prouf of is Gold On The Fingers, Gold In The Heart because the title plays on Roger's name and the attraction Rouge already feels for him without admitting it to herself.
If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?
These are not stories that I have already published but I have a whole series of stories inspired by Livingston's music and lyrics.
Pairing you wrote the most for this year?
The focus of my stories is rarely romantic and I focus more on platonic and familial relationships, especially and equally Ace & Sabo & Luffy from One Piece and Dean & Sam from Supernatural. However, the romantic pairing I've written the most about has to be Rouge/Roger from One Piece.
Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?
If we talk about romantic pairing, Rouge/Roger (One Piece). There is not enough content on them and if I have to do it myself, I will.
What work was the quickest to write?
Ghosts of the Past (And Those of the Present), I have a series where I write stories for One Piece characters' birthdays (which I've totally neglected since September, sorry) and I had forgotten about Perona's birthday until the last minute but in a few hours, I wrote almost 3000 words in one go. I've been trying to chase that high ever since.
What work took you the longest to write?
It's obviously Children of the Sea, for once because it's my longest work but also because I have a lot of things to tell and I want to do it in the most perfect way possible. The first chapters were super easy but I'm at an impasse in my story where I would already like to be at the next arc of the plot. BUT it's the first thing I'm going to get back to when my finals are over.
How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?
So many, honestly I'm drowning. I'd say I have over twenty and sometimes I wish my brain would just shut up.
But I'm also eager to start writing them properly. One mistake I won't make next year though is to start posting without a head start no matter how much I want to.
What’s your longest work of the year?
Once again, Children of the Sea (the French version anyway) with 59,166 if my calculations are correct. And I'm only at the beginning of the second part of the first book. At this rate, I'm going to get my master's degree before I finish this story I think, but it's so worth it.
What’s your shortest work of the year?
Blood On The Car Seats with 905 words, a story about Bobby's last moments with Dean and Sam in Supernatural.
Before starting Whumptober I rarely if ever wrote stories under 2,000 words but with the time constraint I had to learn to say less sometimes which was both very painful and educational.
What WIP are you taking into next year with you?
Without surprises, Children of the Sea. This work is my child and my sister has instructions on what to do if I die before I finish writing it.
What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?
Canon Compliant, which is a bit boring so I'll go with my second most used which is Found Family and totally represents my writing.
Your favorite character to write this year?
PORTGAS D. ROUGE! I love her dearly, she's my wife and my everything. And then I remember that we see her a grand total of once in the manga, which makes me sad. Oda, give me more content on Rouge and my life is yours.
But more seriously, since we have so little content, she has, even more than the other characters of One Piece, became my character and she more than anyone else has made me want to write an original book one day.
The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?
Luffy. I love him, he's one of my favorite characters in One Piece but he's so hard to write. He's so complex and well written with so much natural in the manga that I'm always afraid of not doing him justice and making him a two-dimensional character. And don't even get me started on when I have to write from his point of view, a real nightmare. But I love him, he's so interesting.
What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?
I don't know yet, I have a lot of ideas.
A lot of them are about Dean/Castiel (Supernatural) or Nami/Vivi (One Piece) if we're talking about romantic relationships. But if we're talking about platonic relationships, all the dynamics I'm going to be able to explore in Children of the Sea when I finally get all the characters to meet.
All the relationships, whether seen romantically or platonically, in the Straw Hat crew are also fascinating to me. I have a collection of one-shots about them in progress, I might have to pick it up again.
Which work of yours have you reread the most?
I have no idea, I must have reread all my stories once or twice to see if I could expand on this particular idea. The last one I reread though was Day Trip with Grandpa, the story about Garp's birthday (One Piece) because I got a comment on it today.
How many kudos in total did you get this year?
4,130 kudos, which is huge! Thank you so much to everyone who has ever left a kudo on one of my stories, I love you, I cherish you and I hope your pillow is always cold on both sides.
Which work has the most comments?
It's Children of the Sea again but that doesn't surprise me since most of my other stories are one-shots.
Did you do any collaborative works this year? Did you write any gifts this year? Did you receive any gifts this year?
No, maybe something for next year!
What’s your most common category?
Gen, and by a long way! Not surprising.
What do you listen to while writing?
I listen to absolutely anything and everything, probably more music with a dramatic vibe or a theme that is related to the story. I made a playlist a while ago for Children of the Sea, but I need to update it.
Favorite work you wrote this year?
Argh, I honestly like all of my stories, or almost, but I'm going to say At The Dawn of Time or Children of the Sea. I've talked about them enough already so I won't do it again but they really hold a special place for me. Coincidentally or not, both have Rouge as a central character.
Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
[Not pictured, me freezing for ten minutes because I don't know which line is my favorite.]
Chapter 14, Children of the Sea
Excerpt from the correspondence between Portgas D. Rouge & Gol D. Roger, 17 years ago RETURNED TO SENDER My love, It has been seven years since your death today and even more since the last time I saw you, touched you and kissed you. I learned that the cells of the body renew themselves, and that every seven years, each cell of our bodies is different. Which means that from now on, no part of my body has been in contact with you. Only my soul and my heart. And the trace you left there can never be erased. I will forever carry you in my heart and in each of my actions. You will always be a part of me.
I don't know if this is my absolute favorite, but this letter and this whole chapter are very close to my heart.
Biggest surprise while writing this year?
I can write! All the stuff I was hesitant to write, fight scenes, romantic moments with tension. It may not be my strong point (yet) but I can do it! I can basically write anything I want.
My favorite part of the Olympics opening ceremony was watching all the racist and homophobic French politicians choking on social media with rage. "Pas ma France" my ass, you can all go fuck yourselves.
Okay, so I really thought about it (and couldn't help but add a tiny little bit of angst) and I like the idea of Athena calling Odysseus Little Warrior when he was young and she was feeling extra affectionate towards him (not that she realized that just yet).
But now she doesn't dare call him that anymore because she doesn't want him to think he's just a warrior and a tool to her, especially after My Goodbye.
Ody kinda misses it though because it reminds him of his happier times with her when he was young.
With Athena calling Telemachus little wolf these days, what nickname might she settle on for Odysseus? (assuming she does end up using one ofc)
I think I'll update the post with the suggestions so we'll have a masterlist hehe, every suggestion wins, no matter if I vibe with it.
What is love you say ?
Love is my mom downloading the new Pokemon game to collect cards and trade them with my siblings as soon as the app made it possible. Love is the open invitation to my grand aunt's house with cats and chickens everywhere. Love is the lit candle and blooming flowers on my grandma's grave in the dead of the winter.
Love is a new comment on one of my stories or an update of one of my favorite fanfics. Love is rediscovering a song I listened to in middle school and still knowing every words. Love is sending each other reels saying "that reminded me of you".
Love is my sister calling me every time she sees a sunset so I can see it too. Love is eating ice cream with my brother while he complains about his teachers. Love is my mom listening to me talk about the latest book I read when it's late and we should really be sleeping. Love is my dad texting me every day during my exams to see if I'm okay or if I want to go home.
Love is taking pictures of my cousin who takes pictures of the rest of the family. Love is the picture of me and my childhood best friend that we both keep in our room even though we don't talk to each other as much anymore. Love is looking in the mirror and liking what you see for the first time in months.
Love is my friend who gives me the slice of pizza with the least amount of sand on it when we eat on the beach.
Love is my parents sharing a lemon tart every Sunday afternoon.
Love is my baby cousin sending us a letter with "i love you" written in every languages she knows.
What is love you say ? Love is waking up everyday and smiling to strangers in the street.
Love is to keep living even when it's hard because it's so worth it in the end.
An ember of anger burned fiercely in Silena's eyes and for a moment, Clarisse remembered that Aphrodite, too, was a goddess of war. Silena kissed her, almost violently, all sharp teeth and demanding lips. She ran her hand through Clarisse's short hair and pulled , dragging her against her. Possessively.
“You’re beautiful,” Silena repeated with conviction, slightly out of breath. “The most beautiful person I know.”
Hesitantly, Clarisse placed her hands on Silena's hips, stroking the fabric of her shorts with her thumb. Silena smiled. Clarisse fell in love with her a little more.
“I love you,” Clarisse said, promising , resting her forehead against Silena's and inhaling deeply, the fresh scent of the hundreds of flowers surrounding them filling her lungs.
“ Se agapó, polemistí tis kardiás mou,” Silena echoed, kissing Clarisse on the nose.
I want everyone to know that this is me every time someone drops a comment on something I've written:
There's nothing more devastating than watching a sad moment on a show and seeing how ugly you look when you cry in the middle of the night as your computer screen fades to black.
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oscillating between one piece and supernatural as my hyperfixation depending on the weather
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