#i don't remember who exactly took it but it was either my dad or my boss

[tojiwrd]

3: fate is fickle ; gojo satoru

pairing gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary when satoru breaks off your engagement, you understand and accept it. but when he marries someone else, you don't understand because he didn't want to be tied down.

content warnings drinking, reader being referenced to as a party animal, nanami being soooo fine lol, mention of drugs but nobody does it, mention of death, gojo being meannnnnn and weird

word count 3.1k

a/n thank you SOO much for the support i luv u guys <33 interaction is always appreciated i love talking to u guys also first part is set in the past j in case there is any confusion

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When Gojo Hana, Satoru’s first wife, had come up to him after going to the bathroom for only a short of three minutes with a baffled expression, he wasn’t sure what to expect. 

Her lithe fingers curled themselves around his biceps as she found home between his thighs. Satoru’s mind was fuzzy, especially after three drinks and four shots, and that merely intensified the feel of her skin against his. It was her expression that he wasn’t sure if he was imagining to be tenfold more worried than it truly was, which pulled his lips into a straight line before he asked, “You okay?”

“Satoru,” she started, a small crack in her voice and Satoru leaned back against the chipped wood of the high table. “You know L/N Y/N, right?”

It was funny, and Satoru realized it was funny because he let out a small, nervous chuckle as his wife dropped your name, that all it took was a mention of your name to get his muscles to tighten like he was going to war. He had gone through every single opportunity for Hana to find out about you—not your existence, because there was hardly anybody within his circle that didn’t know of you—and come out of it unscathed (translation: Hana remained unaware). This couldn’t be any different, though she’d never outright mentioned you before. 

He remembered when Hana sat across the quartz tabletop, writing down name after name in delicate cursive, and asked about the L/N family. He’d stiffened, but only momentarily, before he said something along the lines of of course, father would have it no other way. And that, for the time being, was true because there was no way his father wouldn’t want your family to be there after so many years of working together. Satoru wanted to ask Hana, at that moment, if she was sending out invitations addressed to family but he held off until later to make it not seem suspicious. She’d said, ‘Of course not! I want them to be personal and meaningful.’ Satoru felt as though he was ready to change her mind, but how could he argue with something as sweet-intentioned as that?

“My father worked with hers,” he replied, pushing away memories. “Why?” he asked hesitantly. 

There was no suspicion on her face, just curiosity, and Satoru hated himself at that moment. 

“I think I saw her in the bathroom?” It felt as if all his senses perked up and heightened at her words. Fuck. “She was with another girl. I don’t know her name—brown hair, brown eyes, and… about this tall?” Her hands raised up to demonstrate how tall Reina was. He knew exactly who his wife was talking about because if you were out, Reina was with you. He’d always joked how both of you came in a package, and even Suguru only informed one of you about a party and when the other asked him if they were invited, he always said you both always come together.

It had been ages since Satoru saw either of you, but it was hard to forget how Reina always fought for you when you were his girl. And he was glad you still had her because she wouldn’t leave you abruptly, figuratively packing up all the pieces she left in your life in an instant like he did.

“I wouldn’t know,” he coolly said. 

Hana’s lips curled into a small frown. “Her friend said something about how all I know is Y/N’s dad and yours work together.”

“Well, not anymore but yeah.” He feigned indifference, though every nerve of his body felt as if it was on fire. He noticed how her frown only deepened, and he asked, “Were they mean to you or something?”

Hana, sweet, precious fucking Hana, instantly shook her head before she paused and looked down at his chest, as if cowering away from his gaze. “Kind of? I don’t know, maybe she was offended that I only knew her because of your dad?” When she realized she was implying you were being righteous, she took her hands from his arms and raised them in surrender. “I mean, I don’t think she’s, like… a bitch or anything! I might’ve heard them wrong.”

Satoru tried to stop himself, he truly did. But he had to ask. “They still here?”

When she nodded and subtly pointed to the table you sat at with Reina, he couldn’t stop his neck from immediately turning in your direction, a haze of confusion and animosity behind his eyes. Not because you were being rude to his wife, but because he had to be in your presence after months. With his wife. It was truly a miracle that Hana hadn’t noticed the entire emotional turmoil behind his eyes as soon as your name was brought up, which is why he turned to meet her eyes once again and said, “She won’t bother you again, love.”

“You look especially happy today,” Reina commented as her body slithered into the passenger seat of your car. 

She was right, you did look happy and you felt it, too. After the conversation with your mother—the unmangling of a burden of emotions between mother and daughter—you felt as though a weight had finally been lifted off your shoulders. The small conversation with Satoru felt like a faraway memory, one which your mind didn’t feel the need to unpack and decode anytime soon because, as Reina had said, he was a taken man. He had a girl at home, and that scratched away any possibility of you and him ever being anything, even friends, because you were engaged to him at one point.

Did that fact hurt? To a whole different level, but you weren’t going to let it tear you down like it had over and over again in the past few months. 

“I’m just happy to be invited to the biggest club opening of the year in Kawasaki,” you replied, giggling as you began driving to the location. This was a date you marked on your calendar months ago in big bold letters that said ‘PARTY CLUB LEVITATE.’ It was mere seconds after you opened the dark papered invitation with gold embossed lettering inviting you to a new club, Levitate’s opening. You had dressed yourself in leather pants that hugged your skin perfectly and a shimmering silver halterneck top that covered everything it needed to and just that.

You and Reina glossed over the fact that both of you would be drinking, which meant neither of you would be in condition to drive back. And, even though there were a few people from your circle who would be there, too, it was a hard guess to assume who wouldn’t be drinking. 

That was a bridge to cross later because as you stepped through the large gates, flashing your pearly whites as you said your name to the security guards, you were overtaken by the instinct to let go completely loose. Within a blur of moments, you’d downed five shots and you were nursing a glass of—what the bartender said was—a fucking expensive glass of hennessy. 

Once you deemed yourself buzzed enough to go onto the dance floor and find Reina, your hips began moving off their own accord. You loved letting go. The music reverberated off the newly-done walls, a sheen of excitement running through the air as everybody had large smiles plastered on their faces. You and Reina’s arms were on each other's shoulders as you both let the heavy thrumming take over. 

At one point of the night, many drinks and dances later, you were sitting comfortably on the high chair in front of three bartenders who made small talk and recommended drinks. They recommended the ‘sinner’s delight’ to you which was a combination of fuck-knows-what, and you had to admit it was delicious. Reina was still on the dance floor, taken with a man that had been giving her googly-eyes all night, and you were merely trying to catch your breath. 

“Hey, stranger.” You heard someone say as the bottom of the chair next to yours scraped against the floor, indicating they were sitting next to you. You, your mind hazy, turned to your side and were stunned to meet a pair of familiar dark eyes. 

“Geto…” you trailed off, and he shook his head as a small smile overtook his lips. 

“I’m out of here if you want, trust me. If you—y’know, don’t wanna talk.”

It was your turn to shake your head, and you did it with vigor. “No, no. Stay. I’ve actually been meaning to get in touch with you.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. You were planning on getting in touch with Geto, you just weren’t thinking about it to the point you’d actually go through with it. “It’s just been crazy hectic recently.”

There was a sad smile on his lips, and you could imagine he was probably thinking that by recently, you had to mean just about a year which clearly meant you were lying. You were lying, but you also felt you had every right to since you and Geto became friends through Satoru, and Geto was always going to choose Satoru if he had to. In fact, he did choose Satoru because from all the posts you saw on Instagram, they were still as thick as thieves. 

“What have you been up to?”

Your mind was blanking, it was a combination of the alcohol and reconnecting with your past, but you tried to go through your timeline since the last time you truly talked to Geto. “I’ve been looking to start a company—or something, I’m not really sure—and my father was helping until… Well, yeah. Right now, though, I’m just helping my mother out with papa’s company and getting stuff in order. Reina and I are actually doing this thing where we read twelve books a month, too, so—” You cut yourself off, realising you were rambling and you felt your cheeks warm up when you noticed Geto was hanging onto each of your words. “I don’t know. Anyways, how about you?”

“I’m sorry. About your dad. I know I wasn’t there for you but—”

You raised your palm, attempting to stop him because you didn’t wanna get too deep into the topic of your father. “No, I know. You called, texted, sent letters, Geto. You don’t have to apologize.” He looked forlorn, and your fingers instinctively reached up to place themselves on top of his own to reassure him. “Trust me.”

Geto took that with as much stride as he could, and attempted to make normal conversation with you. He told you about his art gallery which you knew was picking up since the last time you met him. He asked you for your opinion on some pieces he was looking at, and you tried to give him your best advice. And even though you knew he hadn’t meant to scroll through his camera roll of paintings and accidentally scroll past an image of Satoru and Hana, your lips still curled into a frown because it reminded you he was friends with not just him, but Hana, too. Hana was Geto’s friend the same way you were his, through Satoru. Geto masked his mistake by immediately giving you a backstory of one of the artists, and it did get you interested, but not too distracted from your new realization. 

“Suguru! You made it.” Your head snapped up and you thanked every God above for the intrusion of the new voice. Geto locked his phone and looked up at the same time as you at the blond man whose eyes were crinkled up showing the tiniest hints of a smile. “And you.” His gaze shifted, landing on your figure that was leaning against the table. “Glad to see you made it too.”

You remained silent, unsure of how to respond to a stranger as charming as him. 

“Of course, I did, Nanami,” Suguru said, rolling his eyes lightheartedly.

A lightbulb flickered in your mind and you were instantly on your feet. “Oh, god. I’m L/N Y/N, thank you so much for the invite. The opening is great.” You were standing across the owner of Levitate, and you couldn’t help but drink every feature of his in. He was tall, and if you got any closer to him, you were sure his figure would cast a shadow over you instantly. 

He laughed. “I’m Nanami Kento.” He bowed slightly, and his hand reached out for yours and his fingers gently lifted it up before he grazed his lips over your skin. “The pleasure’s all mine, of course.”

Geto shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and you realized it was probably because neither you nor Nanami were pulling away from the other. You cleared your throat, mustering up an awkward smile as you slid back onto your seat. Your eyes still remained on him, and his remained on you and you found yourself slightly burning warm under his gaze. 

“I gotta go, duty calls,” Geto said over the silence though the music was still going on. He flashed his phone screen that displayed an incoming call from his assistant before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug. It wasn’t much—not the bone-crushing huge the two of you used to share—but it bloomed a sense of familiarity within you, and you could sense Geto felt the same too because he smiled slightly. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

You nodded, overcome with a sense of joy that only occurs after you reunite with somebody that has done you no wrong. 

Nanami bids him goodbye, too, before he slides into the seat Geto was occupying.

“Are you liking the place so far?” he asked, hands gesturing to the surroundings. “I wasn’t sure if I should invite the area’s biggest party animal because you’ve seen many of these kinds of places. But I can at least expect an honest review from you, right?”

You gulped at how he referred to you as a ‘party animal’ and you knew that people had begun seeing you that way over the past few months, too. You weren’t sure if it sat right with you, but you didn’t have anything particular against it. 

“Hmm,” you hummed, trailing a finger over the wood of the table, feigning serious thinking. “I think you could change…” You paused, noticing how his brow went up at your words in curiosity. “Everything. It’s trash.”

He narrows his eyes before he lets out a laugh, and you follow along. His hand lightly covers your knee as the two of you laugh a little too obnoxiously over a joke that was hardly funny, but you blame the ‘sinner’s delight.’

“I thought I’d have to close this place down, no joke,” he said, still between bits of laughter.

You smiled. “Hey, don’t do that. This is my new weekend spot, I’d hate to have it taken away.”

His eyes turned warm and he tilted his head at your comment. “Yeah?”

You nodded, ignoring the feeling of his hand against your knee. “Yeah, to the point you’ll have a drink named after me.”

He blew out a breath as he called the bartender over and whispered something into his ear.

“What was that? You order drugs or somethin’?”

“Oh yeah, the code is strawberry and pickles if you want some.”

“I’m glad to know this place has options, then.”

“No, but I just ordered you a drink you’d like.” When you pointed at your half-full glass of ‘sinner’s delight,’ he shook his head and said, “This one’s not on the menu. Just for you.”

Gojo Satoru always hated meetings.

He hated having to prepare what he would say, and hated even more whenever the conversation didn’t go the way he’d prepared. It wasn’t good that he saw meeting his father as a meeting, but that was what it was. An extremely rage-filled meeting that he was never prepared for because he had no idea what his father would say. 

“Listen, Satoru.” Oh, Satoru was listening, alright. “Mrs. L/N isn’t backing down. I fear she’s taking selling the company off the table.”

“Probably because you told her you didn’t want to buy it and just have it.” Satoru knew his words held bite to them, but that was the only way his father would realize that he can’t merely get whatever he wants. And also because he couldn’t stand talking about your family at all as the memory of the last time they had dinner was still fresh in his memory.

“I said I wasn’t paying the money she asked for, not that I wasn’t paying at all.”

“Father,” he said, letting out a strained breath. “You have to ask, not demand. And I’m not talking about this anymore—it’s not my problem and I’m not getting involved in it.

When Satoru walked out of the office, he realized that he was being harsher on his dad than he ever was. Hana seemed to realize the same, because she froze up when he opened the door and caught her standing a few feet away, probably having heard the entire short conversation. 

He brushed past her, giving her a small smile, towards their shared bedroom but she followed while saying, “Satoru, darling, are you okay?” She followed him to the bed where he laid down, fingers rubbing at his eyes as he tried to alleviate some of the tension away. “Talk to me, Satoru. Are you upset with your father?”

Of course. Of course he was upset with his father because when was he not?

“Hana, please—”

“No, Satoru.” She cut him off and he could barely inhale at her tone. Rarely had she sounded so curt with him, and everytime she did, he wasn’t sure how to pull her out of it except for leaving her alone. He hadn’t been able to figure out the specifics, despite it being many months since they’ve been married. “You’ve been acting off for the past week, and it started after dinner at the L/N’s. Did something happen?” “No.”

“Then what is it?”You. It was you who he couldn’t get out of his mind. He couldn’t forget how you’d once and for all, completely solidified that you and him were over. He couldn’t forget that he could’ve tried harder. He couldn’t forget that he could’ve explained everything. He could see that you were still seeking closure, and he knew he should give it to you but he couldn’t have. Not unless he wanted you to fall down the path of having to heal all over again. Because of him.

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[cherrycola27]

All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Prologue: I Remember It

The sun was just setting as a red and black Kawasaki GPZ900R motorcycle pulled into the Hard Deck. The driver quickly dismounted and took off her helmet, shaking out her dark brown hair. She slipped a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators over her sage green eyes to block out the fading rays of light.

She draped her red leather jacket and helmet over the seat of her bike. No one around here would be stupid enough to mess with her things. After adjusting her clothes, she made her way across the sandy parking lot into the establishment.

Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote were gathered in a corner booth as they watched Hangman and Rooster duke it out in a game of pool.

It was a relatively quiet night at the Hard Deck.

Phoenix was busy telling the squad about her recent trip back home to see her new niece. She was just about to show the group some photos when the bell above the door chimed. Her eyes moved to see who the new patron was, and when she saw them, her jaw dropped.

"No way." She breathed out. "No fucking way." The group of men she was sitting with looked at her confused. Her eyes darted over to Rooster to see if he'd noticed who'd walked in. He was too focused on the game to pay attention.

Phoenix watched the woman head over to the bar and greet Penny and Maverick before getting a beer and turning to scan the crowd.

"Phoenix, do you know her?" Bob asks. "You guys don't?" She asks the group. "Should we?" Payback questions her. "Who is that?" Fanboy asks.

"Fellas, that right there is Y/N Benjamin-Mitchell, better known by her callsign, Hustler." Phoenix tells them.

"Benjamin- Mitchell? Like—" Coyote asks as he gestures to Maverick and Penny at the bar. "Yep." Phoenix replies, popping the "P."

"She's their oldest daughter. And she can fly circles around any pilot in the Navy, including Maverick." She tells them.

A voice yells out, "Bradshaw!" Everyone's head snaps up to see its the mysterious woman. She runs over to greet Rooster with a hug who looks dumbfounded to see her.

"She also the only woman Rooster has ever loved." Phoenix tells them. As all eyes turn to watch the seen before them

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"Hus? What are you doing here?" Rooster asks you as he pulls back from your hug.

"Dad pulled a few strings and got me a permanent duty station here. He wants the family to be close again." You tell him. "Plus, I couldn't pass up on the chance to be close to my favorite guy again, now could I?" You bat your eyes and give him a big smile.

"Don't give me that look Y/N." Rooster warns you. "What look?" You ask coyly. Rooster knows exactly what you're doing. It's a routine he's fallen for many times, but he's determined not to let it happen again.

He grabs his beer and takes a long sip before speaking.

"It always ends the same with us, Y/N. Let's not start this time." Rooster tells you before returning to his game.

Dumbfounded, you turn on your heels and head back to the bar. You can already tell you're going to need your mom to make you something strong.

You sigh as you sit down next to your father before a tequila-soda is placed in front of you. "Maybe it was a mistake coming here." You tell your father. "Y/N, give it time, Bradley wasn't exactly jumping for joy when he saw me either." Maverick tells you.

"I just can't believe after all these years, he's still holding a grudge over something I didn't do." You say. "And the fact that you've breezed in and out of his life so many times doesn't make the situation any better." Your mother tells you. You look up and meet her knowing eyes. "Believe me. As someone who's been in his shoes, getting their heart broken by a Mitchell, it's not something that you just get over. Especially when you have a knack for re-opening the wound right after they thought it had healed." She tells you as she wipes the counter.

You sink down in your chair. You know what she's saying is true. Your parents had been on and off for the first few years of your life before your mom eventually gave Maverick an ultimatum, stay, or leave for good. He chose to stay, and it worked out for them.

But they were different than you and Rooster. You didn't choose to leave him the first time. No, the first time he pushed you away, calling you a liar and a manipulator. Saying that you were no better than your father. He called you a hustler, screaming that you used him to further your career.

You tried to make him understand that it wasn't true. You can still feel the got tears that streamed down your cheeks when you begged him to believe you, but it was too late.

So, you decided to lean into his words. If he was going to call you a hustler, then that's who you'd become. And for the past eight years, that's who you've been. Hustling your way to the top, becoming the best of the best, breaking records, and breaking hearts along the way.

It was thrilling at first, but then you were stationed with Bradley for a few months in Virginia. The two of you found yourself enthralled with each other once again, ending up in a tangle of sheets and mixed emotions before you were reassigned. You'd left without telling him. A year or so later, the two of you spent a few weeks in Lemoore, only for it to end with you leaving him again.

Then last year, you were in South Korea. You spent six months with him, and then one night, as the two of you laid together, he confessed that he loved you. That you were the only woman he'd ever truly loved. Instead of saying it back, you quietly slipped out of his room that night as he slept and avoided him on base. Two days later, he was called back to Top Gun for that faithful uranium plant mission.

You never got the chance to tell him that you felt the same. You were too scared to admit.

And now, you were back, and he was here, and you wanted to make everything right. You just didn't know how.

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Over at the pool tables, Phoenix and the rest of the Daggers had joined Rooster and Hangman. Jake and Javy were currently playing a doubles game against Mickey and Reuben. She, Bob, and Rooster were standing against the wall.

"So—Hustler is back." Nat spoke. "She is." Bradley breathed out. "How's that make you feel?" She asked him.

"Angry—frustrated —nervous—like—" Rooster trailed off.

"Like you never stopped loving her?" Phoenix finished for him. Bradley shook his head before downing the rest of his beer. He throws the bottle away and excuses himself to the bathroom. Phoenix doesn't miss Rooster's lingering gaze towards the bar as he walks away

"Bob," Phoenix begins as she turns to her back seater. "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending."

Okay, I was kicking this around in my brain. I'd appreciate some feedback on this prologue to know if this is a project worth pursuing!

Tagging some who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @gretagerwigsmuse @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @shanimallina87 @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @bradshawsbaby @cassiemitchell

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Sad Story

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You and Billy have a fight but he knows exactly the right cards to play to make you come back to him. 

WARNINGS: Emotional Manipulation; Toxic Relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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A knock on your window makes you jump on the bed. Who the hell knocks on windows in the middle of the night? 

Slowly approaching the window, you can’t see anything from outside with the curtain until  you hear Billy’s voice, pleading with you to open the window. 

“C’mon, baby. I just want to make things right, okay? I want to apologize.” he sounds truthful but you hesitate for a moment, biting your lip.

Earlier you got into an argument with him, all over the fact that he was too possessive of you. You don't appreciate being treated like an object but Billy struggled to understand that and it made things worse.

He yelled awful things, claiming you’re his possession and nothing else. That made you upset enough to skip school in order to avoid seeing him. 

“I don’t want to talk. Just go home, Billy.” you exclaim. taking a peek at the window. 

“I’m not leaving until we talk this through. So, you either let me up or I’m staying here all night.” you almost groan in annoyance, but you remember to keep quiet as your parents are sleeping.

You take a peek at the window and notice how Billy is precariously hanging on the window so you immediately open the window, afraid of him falling down. 

“Gosh, took you long enough, babe.” he climbs over the window, crashing into the room with a loud noise and you take a finger to your lips, indicating him to be silent. 

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I love you, okay? So, don’t be mad at me.” he whispers. You both share an awkward look as you’re still resentful of his actions.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with a blank face and for a moment, his eyes flash with anger but it’s gone the very next moment. He mindlessly rubs a hand into his hair, biting his lip. 

“I guess I went overboard with it. I was just…afraid, you know? That you’d abandon me, like my mom did.” he looks to the ground as he says those words, his eyes shining with tears and you feel like you’ve been punched on the face.

You almost forgot about his bad childhood and all the problems he has with his dad. How he was abandoned by his mom. 

You throw yourself into Billy’s arms, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Oh, Billy. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I swear I won’t leave you, I was just upset but I’d never abandon you, I promise.” you declare, all of your previous irritation evaporated. 

What you don’t see is Billy’s smirk, satisfied that his sob story managed to make you go back to him. 

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[bigfan-fanfic]

Brother Mine (Winchester!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester PLATONIC)

@xweirdo101x Hello, hope you are having a good day/nightI was wondering if I could request a Sam and Dean having an older brother (maybe by one or 2 years)  maybe they haven't seen reader in a couple years. The brother's finally get to see reader when he pulls them out of trouble?

(okay, author's note in that Sam is 22 at the start of the show and Dean is 26. The show spans the same amount of time as in the real world, technically, so Sam ends the show at 37 while Dean ends it at 41. Meaning this elder brother is probably 28 at the start and ends it 43. Good lord, that show went on for a while lol)

"So, explain to me why the two of you chuckleheads are in jail in freaking Kentucky? Because last I heard, Sam was going to college in California and you were still hunting boogeymen with Dad."

The two young men in front of you share a glance as you bail them out of some podunk town's drunk tank.

"Dad's... in trouble." Sam sighs, finally, to a harsh glare from Dean.

"Good riddance to bad assholes." you growl, and Dean clenches his fist

You and your little brothers don't exactly have a great relationship.

With the better part of seventeen years of your lives dedicated to hunting what lies in the darkness, spurred on by your domineering and obsessive father, Dean always has blamed you for "abandoning the family" and "breaking Dad's heart" because you left the life at nineteen and left seventeen year old Dean and thirteen year old Sam behind.

You did the amateur boxing circuit for a while before you were hired on to an indie security company and ended up catching the eye of the owner who trained you until you took over, eventually buying the company and running it.

You know a lot of your money was sent to help pay off any expenses Sam had, but you don't know if it was used for that or blown for motel stays or alcohol or sawed-off-shotguns or salt slugs for Dean and John.

You tried to stay in touch with Sam, but it was awkward. And he wanted space away from "family."

So you know neither of them would ever contact you unless something real bad happened (and apparently Dean's grudge was so strong that he wouldn't even inform you that John went missing)

Though to be perfectly honest, it wouldn't really matter to you anyway, and that's a matter to discuss with your therapist.

"I can't believe you called him." Dean grumbles, like a child.

"Sam apparently knew you'd need a responsible adult." you snark, and he grimaces. "Now, care to tell me why you're road-tripping?"

Sam looks at you. "My girlfriend. Jess. Whatever got Mom... it got her too."

"And you think that Dad is close to tracking it down and that's why he vanished." you sigh.

"Lemme guess, you're gonna tell us that there's nothing that goes bump in the night?" Dean sneers, looking at Sam.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna tell you that it's not your job to chase it. It's not your duty."

"We save people. We hunt things. It's the family business." Dean growls.

"Jesus, Dean, do you hear how you sound?" you groan. "It's this kind of obsession that I tried to get away from! A terrible thing happened to Mom, and there was nothing any of us could do to stop it. It's not our fault, and it's not our responsibility to chase whatever did it down!"

"It's just gonna keep hurting people. We've seen it happening. It's gathering other people like Sam."

"Fuck." you growl.

Dean senses an in. "You were even better than me, back in the day. Remember when you ganked that skinchanger?"

He says "you were only 14" with as much reverence and awe as you do disgust and shame.

"I can't convince either of you to... let the chips fall where they may?"

"Nope." Dean pops the "p" sound.

"Sorry, no." Sam adds.

"I don't wanna kill things anymore, Dean. Not even bad things. But I do care about you both. So here. I'm going to help you, on one condition. We're going to all come back to my place in California, and Sam is going to apply to fucking law school, and you're gonna think about what you really want with your life, Dean."

They think.

They look at each other.

They nod.

"Welcome back." Dean grins.

"You better not still drive that shitty Impala and listen to crappy 80s rock."

Sam winces.

#male reader #sam winchester x male reader #dean winchester x male reader #supernatural x male reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural headcanons #headcanons

[intotheelliwoods]

I HAVE A QUESTION!!!! So I've noticed Sprout picks up Poptart like a lot (who wouldn't he a little guy) and I know he'd never hurt Poptart on purpose but he's not treating Poptart like glass either. Is that because he remembers his family treating him like glass and not liking it? They were treating him differently and Sprout didn't want that. I remember the comic when Sprout was trying to walk and Raph found him and Sprout just yelled at Raph not to help him cause he wanted to do it himself.

I don't remember Peepaw ever carrying Sprout around like Sprout has done for Poptart. Peepaw acted more like a father figure and mentor while Sprout is trying to emulate Peepaw like a little kid trying to fill his dad's shoes and is coming across more like an older brother for Poptart. (Granted Sprout has been through almost exactly what Poptart has been through just with a different older Leo so he understands way more about Poptart's whole situation than Peepaw did with Sprout since he lost his arm when he was a bit older and in the middle of an apocalypse)

I've just really noticed that Sprout like carrying around Poptart like a little rag doll, even if he's being gentle about it, and I don't remember Peepaw ever doing the same. Is Sprout trying to keep Poptart from feeling like he's any different? Like he's not made of glass and won't shatter from a little rough housing. Is that what he's doing?

❤️💜💙🧡

Actually this ask deserves its own separate post because🥺 oh. oh ok.

Yknow when I was making Sprout more willing to approach Poptart, than Big Leo was with Sprout, I put thought into it but not THAT much thought oh my gosh???? oh. oh ok.

My thought behind the detail was, Sprout was very comfortable going up to Big Leo for whatever reason (a hug, to use as a climbing tree, to hold his hand, to tug on his pants ect) since he was just so approachable and mellow. So with Poptart he has the same mindset of fellow Leo = approachable, he is just massive now and by this point forgot how long it took him to warm up to his older self in the first place haha. He is just, overwhelmingly happy to be around another Leo again and this time around uses his size to his advantage :)

Big Leo: oh... oh hes so small, I need to be careful with him oh hes so small... Sprout: OH ANOTHER LEO AGAIN!! IVE MISSED HAVING A FELLOW LEO!!!! OH IM SO HAPPY!!!! *excited puppy dragging his little leo around like a chew toy

So this ^ now adding in your reasoning? I am in shambles, absolute shambles. god.

#asks #2 arms left

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #15

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Tim stared at the young red-headed woman sitting across from him in mutual horror. He couldn't remember exactly how he'd gotten into this situation, the last thing he could remember for sure was the fact he'd been on five consecutive days without sleep, which, really, meant anything could have happened between then and now.

A glowing green sausage landed in between him and the young woman, who looked an awful lot like Babs, now that he thought about it, with a slight splat, before getting up and releasing a tiny war cry. It was about to charge Tim when a green blast from his right put the food item out of its misery. Throughout all this, Tim and the young woman never broke eye contact.

"—tom, that menace. If it knows what's good for it, it'll stay far away from Amity Park once we finish the upgrades to the Fenton Strainer! Aren't the two of you hungry? You're letting the ecto-sausages escape!" The man to Tim's left exclaimed. He was wearing some type of orange and black hazmat suit, his hair was black, though it was greying on the sides, and his ice blue eyes held a manic glint to them that Tim didn't like.

The redhead stood up suddenly and cleared her throat. "Sorry, dad, uh, Danny and I just realized we forgot to clean the ecto-filters on the portal, again. May we be excused? We'll grab something to eat later, alright? Love you, thanks! Goodnight!" She said as she rounded the table, grabbing Tim's arm in a white knuckled grip on her way past him into the basement. She shut the door rather pointedly and shuffled him down the stairs into a rather cliche modern mad scientist lab. As Tim glanced around the lab, the Babs lookalike started pacing back and forth, muttering under her breath. Finally, after almost two full minutes of this, she paused and took a deep breath before turning to look at him. "You're not Danny," she declared.

Tim stared at her for a moment. "I'm glad we're both on the same page about that. Who's Danny?"

She gazed at him thoughtfully. "He's my brother. Why do you look so much like my brother? There's way too much resemblance for you to simply be his doppelganger."

"How should I know, I don't even know where I am, let alone who your brother is or what he looks like," he retorted. He looked around the lab again. "Speaking of, where am I? And how did I even get here?"

"Oh, wow," she snorted, eyes widening and covering her mouth with a hand. "You act a lot like Danny. You're in Amity Park, Illinois, in the basement lab of Fenton Works. I'm guessing we somehow picked you up in Gotham a day or two ago, we only got back last night. You were pretty out of it the entire time, either sleeping or mumbling to yourself while staring out the window in a daze."

Tim's eyes widened in shock and a slight bit of horror. "I've been gone for two days?!" He cried. His hands came up to clutch at his hair. "Ohh, Bruce must be so worried!" Tim fought the urge to dig through his pockets for his phone, knowing that wouldn't help anything. He distinctly remembered dropping it in his coffee on day four of no sleep, embarrassingly enough. It had sadly been beyond help. "Wait," he said as something occurred to him. He was almost hesitant to ask, but he knew he needed to. "If I'm here with you guys... Then where's Danny?" The young woman's eyes widened as she breathed a soft curse under her breath.

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Later that night, a cheerfully maniacal laugh echoed through the streets of Gotham, chasing the roar of a motorcycle, sending shivers down the spines of goons and common criminals alike. They had learned the night before to dread that sound. They may be desperate, but none of them were stupid.

"Nope, nope, not happening, I am not going out tonight," Bill muttered as he shut his door and engaged the locks. He quickly sent out a PSA to the rest of the Goonion to stay off the streets, hoping they'd heed his warning. The Red Hood had found a white haired, green eyed friend, and it was a match made in hell.

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Okay, so this is shorter than I'd originally planned it to be, but there's a reason for that! This literally came to me in a dream, but it was all disjointed, and when I woke up to Tumblr mobile's dark theme not working, I couldn't work on it without practically blinding myself (I have fairly sensitive eyes), so by the time they managed to fix the issue with the color palettes on mobile, I'd forgotten some of my dream... It's not the best excuse, but it is the truth (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ sorry... But I managed to sneak Bill and the Goonion from The Panda Red's content in! I'm proud of that (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Also, I totally meant to have Tim and Jazz introduce themselves at some point, but, uhh (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I forgot (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) oops... And now I can't figure out the best place to have them organically introduce themselves, either, so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯ we're just going to leave it!

Thank you all for your comments and support! It means so much to me <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> you guys rock (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

Have a good morning/day/night!

#Hello my fellow undead man #care for some toast? #I like the replacement's replacement B #danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dp x dc #fanfic #dp crossover #dp au #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 15 #dp/dc week 2022 #Danny and Tim look nearly identical and no one knows why #Danny was brought in by Dick and fell asleep in the bat cave on the cot they have there specifically for Tim #it took until Jason swung by for breakfast for everyone to figure out Danny wasn't Tim #why? cuz Danny took one half asleep look at Jason and said #and Jason laughed #immediately latched onto the kid sitting in Tim's place at the table #and said #meanwhile Tim slept through the entire fifteen hour long drive from Gotham to Amity Park #followed jazz to Danny's room #collapsed onto the unmade bed #and proceeded to sleep nearly sixteen more hours #waking up just in time to follow his nose to dinner #but not waking up fully until an ecto-sausage tried to take a bite out of him #that's when he and Jazz met horrified gazes #Jason and Danny bonded over terrorizing Gotham's criminal population two nights in a row #while Jazz and Tim are trying to figure out what happened to Danny

[jungle-angel]

Seeing Spots: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are surprised beyond words when Royal brings home an early Christmas present for the two of you

Tagging: @desert-fern Fern my friend, I made good on my promise last night and here it is (lol).

You and Rhett were all too happy to be walking around the ranch on such a crisp day. The snow had begun to fall, almost completely blanketing the land in its frosty, wintery glory. You weren't too huge of a fan of having the cattle out in the field all day, but they desperately needed to graze before the hands took them all in for the night while the same went for the horses.

"Gonna be a Vikings' winter darlin," Rhett remarked feeding one of the mares a carrot from the kitchen fridge.

"Ugh," you groaned. "Don't remind me."

"Cows ain't gonna be the issue either it's the damn horses," Rhett added. "Can't get'em in the barn all at once, they spook during snowstorms..."

"You know what we need?" you asked.

"A fuckin drink," Rhett chuckled.

"No," you laughed. "We need a horse dog."

"We've got Diesel though," Rhett said.

"Rottweilers are cattle dogs Rhett."

"And Ruby."

"Rhett," you said giving him the side eye look. "Ruby's practically a lapdog."

"Hey I once saw said lapdog come runnin back with a dead bird in her mouth and drop it at Dad's feet," Rhett pointed out. "Cockers are bird dogs, fight me on it."

You laughed and shook your head. You couldn't remember how many times Cecelia's little squish nosed cocker spaniel had come running back to the house with a bird to drop on the front porch, annoying the hell out of Royal who thought it was the cats.

You heard the crunch and snap of frozen gravel a minute later and saw Royal pulling the truck up the driveway and Ruby barking in the upstairs window. Rhett noticed the sneaky grin on his father's face and the laugh that followed, knowing instantly that Royal was up to something.

"Dad what'd you do?" Rhett questioned.

"Nothin son, nothin," Royal insisted.

"Don't gimme that look Dad," Rhett told him. "Either ya'll did something to piss Ma off or ya'll beat the shit outta Perry again."

"Nah Perry's still in jail, he ain't gettin out Amy's twenty one," Royal chuckled. "I was gonna save it for Christmas but I figured I'd better not."

You and Rhett looked at each other, scrunching your eyebrows with curiosity at what your father-in-law could have possibly gotten you.

Royal opened the back door to the truck and to your astonishment, out jumped two Dalmatians, a male and a female with the most gorgeous black and white coats you had ever seen. Your jaws dropped when they came running right to you, putting their paws up and licking your faces as you and Rhett scritched their ears.

"Dad where the hell did you find these two?" Rhett asked, giving the male his full share of ear scritches.

"Found'em downtown at the shelter," Royal answered. "Billy said he went up to the res to go see Shania's family and they were just wanderin around."

"Lemme guess," Rhett said. "Mrs. Burch made a big stink about'em?"

"Fuckin bitch threatened to have'em put down if she found'em in her yard," Royal spat. "She called and complained to Joy about it, but ya'll know her."

Rhett chuckled a little as the male let out a high pitched whine, giving Rhett his paw. "Well," he said. "They'll have a good home here."

"That's exactly why I got'em," Royal explained. "It's you and (y/n) in dog form."

Rhett laughed again and hugged his father. "Thanks Dad," he said.

"Not a worry son," Royal told him. "They're gonna need names, just so you know."

Rhett instantly began to remember the days when he was a small child, the tough days when Cecelia would have to go to Casper to take care of her mother, leaving Rhett to stay home with Royal. Royal had unfortunately not been the most attentive, having to deal with Perry's behavioral problems both at home and at school, leaving Rhett in the care of Grandpa River and Oma Heidi, his grandparents. Rhett remembered those cold winter days when Oma Heidi would make him a cozy spot in her basement and let him watch movies on the weekends, the woodstove going while he was snuggled amongst all the blankets and pillows she had made and some she had brought with her from Switzerland. Suddenly, the memory of one of his favorite films sprang into his mind and so too did the perfect names for your new companions.

"Remember when I was real little and Oma Heidi would let me watch all those Disney movies in her basement?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah ya'll watched A Hundred And One Dalmatians until the damn tape broke," Royal laughed.

Rhett smiled and bit his lip.

"The hell's that look for?" Royal asked him.

"I've got the perfect names for'em," Rhett chuckled.

You cast that same look at your husband, knowing that Amy would love them too. And so it was, your newfound friends were named Pongo and Perdita by Rhett, their names springing from the childhood memories he held near and dear to him.

Very quickly the two had proved their worth on the ranch, guiding the horses back into the barn at night amidst the howling wind and snow, calming them too when they would get spooked by the loud winds or the snapping of the timbers in the cold. At night, you and Rhett were all too glad to have them with you, Royal, Cecelia, Amy, Hannah and your twin boys.

Those nights were spent by the fireplace in your living room, the fire crackling away while Rhett, Royal, Rip Wheeler, Kayce and John Dutton and two of your friends from the res, Wes Redwood and his father Russel and their families, gathered in your home to banish the winter blues. One night while you and Cecelia were clearing away the dishes, the boys had all begun to sing around the fire while Pongo and Perdy jumped in with them, their howls throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. Some mornings you would awake to find your two spotted friends either in Amy's room, Hannah's room or in the boys' nursery, safely protecting them while they slept.

And you couldn't have asked for a better pair than that.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #amy abbott #royal x cecelia

[keets-writing-corner]

Hey hey hey so I have a question

You know how in more than anything Lucifer and Charlie sing about not wanting to be pulled apart again, what exactly pulls them apart in the first place?

Do you think it’s just Lucifer’s poor mental health that distances him or do you think there was more at play?

Just to me the phrasing makes it seem like something happened, Y’know. Along with the mental health thing.

well the "again" also implies that they USED to be close, but Charlie also says "they were never really close" so hmm

maybe when she was particularly young it was easier to connect with him cuz all kids like goofy adults and Lucifer would've been no exception, and especially if she was young, it would be something she doesn't directly remember as much (like he might) but does hold vague feelings about that time

as far as what "pulled them apart" I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it could be the mental health as you suggested driving a wedge between them (hard to be present in other people's lives when you're barely present in your own).

Maybe he got wrapped up in hell's bureaucracies all the time as was wrapped up with work (this one I'm less sure about cuz we don't really know how active a roll the general rulers of hell like the sins and the Ars Goetia have in politics, and the only thing we know for sure about Lucifer and Lilith is that they have a rather "hands off approach" when it comes to ruling, so idk if that's referring specifically to actually doing things for the sinners and setting up systems which we know for sure they haven't, or if that's referring to general politics involving hell's other rulers, either way, if it's a "hands off approach" Lucifer probably has a lot more free time than we initially think of distant dads)

I know there's another theory that it's Lilith who kept separating them for one reason or another, and we do directly see that in the flashback itself.

After thinking about all of it hmmm... I'm going to put my money onnnnn the following combination:

A) Lilith was the primary caretaker for whatever reason, most likely due to his mental health but WE DONT KNOW FOR SURE B) Lucifer likely struggled to upkeep and maintain new relationships with people due to his depression, which means being around people he already knows like Lilith is easier, but being around people he's still trying to get to know is harder C) we don't know the circumstances of the split yet, but I'd be willing to guess that it happened WHILE Charlie was growing up. Probably not early childhood, more likely mid-late teens, but if this is true, whatever relationship tensions she and her dad were already having would only grow bigger if Lilith also took Charlie with her and as we know, Lucifer has no idea how to reach out

either way, I'm sure both Lucifer and Charlie are looking forward for a new chance to get to know each other!

#hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #the splitTM #I just want them to have good thinggggggs ;-; ;-;

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Bedtime Stories

Masterlist

"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam asked Dean, angrily, as we drive down the empty wet road. "Because I said so." Dean said, firmly. "We got the Colt now!" I exclaimed. "(Y/n)..." Dean said, warningly.

"She's right. We can summon the Crossroads Demon…" Sam started to say but then Dean starts to shout over him.

"We're not summoning anything."

"...pull the gun on her and force her to let you out of the deal!"

"We don't even know if that'll work!" Dean shouts. "Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!" I shouted at him. "We don't know if that'll work either, (y/n)! All you guys are pitching me right now is a bunch of ifs and maybes and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!" Dean shouts, angrily, at me.

"And if we don't screw with it, you die!" Sam said. "Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation." Dean said. "Why, because you said so?" I asked him, angrily. "YES BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Dean screams out.

"Well you're not Dad!" Sam shouts and he and Dean silently stare at each other. "No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And both of you are going to let this go, you understand me?" Dean yells while Sam and I stay quie . Sam stares out the window and I scoff and lean back in the backseat, folding my arms across my chest.

"Tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean said as he looks at Sam, who doesn't say anything. "C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer." He said and Sam picks up a paper from his lap.

"Psychotic killer…rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity." Sam said in a monotone. "OK, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Dean asked.  "No. But the lunar cycle's right." Sam said. "Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month." I said. "Two days, no sweat." Dean said and we drive down the highway.

The boys and I hold our fake badges with our photos then we close our badges and return them to our suit pockets. Kyle, the lone survivor of the attacks, lies in a hospital bed with bandages and scrapes. "I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page and Detective Jones, we're with the County Sheriff's Department." Dean said.

"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you." Kyle said and I furrow my brow at him. "You have?" I asked. "All morning. You are the sketch artist, right?" Kyle asked and Sam and I exchange a look. "Absolutely." Dean said, quickly. "Yeah." Sam mutters, quietly, as I nodded. "Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen." Dean said, laughing, as he pats Sam's shoulder. Sam glares at Dean.

"But listen before we get started on that I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?" I asked Kyle. "I- I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running." Kyle replied. "'Kay. Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." Sam said as he pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket and starts sketching.

"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall..." Kyle said and Sam nods. "Six feet..." Sam mutters. "Dark hair." Kyle said as Dean and I peek at Sam's sketch, which looked like a child drew it.

"Uhm, what-what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Sam asked Kyle. "Maybe….blue?" Kyle said. "Blue?" I asked. "It was dark." Kyle replied. "Did they seem..." Dean then clears his throat. "Uh, animal-ish?" Dean asked, finishing. "Excuse me?" Kyle said, confused.

"What about his teeth? You notice anything strange about 'em?" I asked and Kyle shakes head. "No, they were just teeth." Kyle said. "Teeth, OK." Sam mutters as he continues to draw.

"How about his fingernails?" Dean asked. "OK look he- he's just a- a normal guy, with normal eyes and- a-and teeth and fingernails!" Kyle exclaims. "Look sir, it's OK if-" Sam tried to say but Kyle shakes his head. "No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy, he- he killed my brothers." Kyle said, in despair then looks up at me and Sam.

"How would you feel?" He asked us and there was a pause before Sam speaks up. "I can't imagine anything worse." He said and Dean glances at Sam. "I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details." Dean said as Kyle looks down like he was thinking.

"Th-there was one more thing he had a- a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. It's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner-" he said and my eyes widen at this. "Wile E. Coyote!" Dean and I said in unison then we smiled at each other. "Yeah, that's it." Kyle said then the doctor walks in.

"Kyle?" He asked and Kyle looks up at him. "Dr. Garrison." He said. "How you holding up?" The doctor asked. "OK, considering." Kyle replied. "You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked. "Yes?" The doctor said and Dean holds up his badge. "Can I just ask you a few questions?" Dean asked and the doctor nods. "Sure." He said then Dean looks over at me and gestures for me to follow him.

So Dean, the doctor and I leave the room leaving Sam with Kyle. 

"Boy, this is a piece of uh, art. Really." Dean said, chuckling, as he looks at Sam's drawing as we walk down the street. Sam snatches back the notebook from Dean. "Yeah like you could've done any better." Sam grumbles and Dean andni chuckle.

"So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" Sam asked us. "Not much, they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give us the lowdown on the Coroner's report." I said. "Lemme guess, their hearts were missing." Sam said. "Nope." I sighed.

"But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines." Dean said and Sam scrunches up his nose. "That's just gross." He said. "Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior." I said. "So, what? Demon? Attacker could've been possessed." Sam said.

"Why would a Demon stop halfway through an attack?" Dean asked. "I think that, uh.. Coulda... Yeah, I got nothing." Sam said, shrugging. "Me neither." Dean and I said as we continued to walk on.

The next day, Sam, Dean and I, in suits, approach the nurses station at the hospital. There was another attack that involved a murder, this time it was a couple. The woman survived but the man didn't make it.

Two Sheriff's deputies exit a patient's room and the boys and I turn away from them and focus on a set of flowers on the counter. As the deputies pass by, we turn and continue down the corridor to the room where the deputies exited. "Please, please." The woman, Juile, pleads to Dr. Garrison. 

"Shh. Hey, we need to observe you while the drugs still might be in your system." Garrison said as he tries to calm her down. "I have to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!" She cries. "It can wait. Now you need to rest. Stay. Be back in a few minutes." Garrison said to her then he walks towards us as we stand in the doorway.

"Detectives." He said.

"Dr. Garrison." Dean said, nodding.

"What the hell is going on here? My whole town is going insane." Garrison said. "We'll let you know as soon as we do." Sam said and Garrison leaves. The boys and I move into the room. "Ms. Watson? Hi. We just need to ask you a few questions." I said as we produce our badges.

"Do we have to go over this again, now?" She asked, slightly annoyed and tired. "We'll try to be brief. Ms Watson, can you tell us how you got away?" Sam asked her and Julie nods. "I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it. And, when the old woman was...carving up Ken, I shoved her and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove." She explained then she looks up at us, tears in her eyes.

"She's dead, right? I- I killed her?" She asked, sobbing. "D'you have any idea why she did this to you?" Dean asked her. "No! One minute she was a sweet old lady and the next she was, like, a monster." Juile said.

"Can you remember anything else?" I asked her. "Um, yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?" She asked and we furrow our brows. "A little girl? At the house?" Sam asked, confused. "I thought I saw her outside the window. She just disappeared. Just vanished, into thin air." She replied and the boyd and I look at each other.

"It m-must've been the drugs." Julie said, shaking her head slightly. "This disappearing girl what'd what did she look like?" Dean asked. "Does it matter?" She asked him. "Yes. Every detail matters." I said and she sighs. "She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight. She was a beautiful child, it was...odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible." She said.

"Well there's no sulphur anywhere, how about the EMF?" Dean asked us as we look around the old lady's house, which was in the middle of the forest. "Yeah, it's going nuts. Right over here by the window. There's definitely a spirit here." Sam said as he waves his EMF detector. 

"Who stood outside the crime scene and watched." I said and Sam nods. "Looks like." Sam said and then something clicked in my mind and I stopped in my tracks. Since the attack on Kyle and his brother, I always had this nagging feeling like this sounded familiar. And now looking around at this place and what Juile said it starts to hit me.

"What the Hell do you guys make of that?" Dean asked. "Actually I do have a theory. Uh, sorta." I said. "Hit me." Dean said as the boys look at me. "Well, thinkin' about fairy tales." I said and Dean gives me a bewildered look. "Oh that's- that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?" Dean asked me and I scoff and shake my head. "No, Dean she's talking about the murders." Sam said and he looks over at me. "Right?" He said and I nod. "Yeah. A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em? That's Hansel and Gretel. Then we got three brothers arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf." I said.

"Three Little Pigs." Dean said and I nod. "Actually those guys were a little chubby. Well wait I thought those things ended with uh, everyone living happily ever after?" Dean asked. "No, no. Not the originals." Sam said. "See the Grimm brothers stuff was kinda the folklore of it's day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories." I explained 

"So you think the murders are uh, what? A re-enactment? That's a little crazy." Dean said and I look at him in disbelief. "Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?" I asked him. "Touché." He said as he points at me.

"How's the creepy ghost girl involved?" Dean asked. "Uhm, well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too." I said. "We gotta do research now, don't we?" Dean asked and Sam and I shrug then Dean closes his eyes.

Later, Dean and I exit the library, Dean not looking happy. "So?" Sam asked. "Checked every record they had. Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size." Dean said as we walk across the road toward a park. "OK." Sam said.

"Wanna know how many how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?" I asked Sam. "Zero." Sam replied as we walk up to the park. "Zero! You wanna know how many how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip. zilch, nada." Dean said, annoyed, then he turns to Sam.

"Tell me you've got something good 'cause we've totally wasted the last six hours." I said. "Well you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s." Sam said. "She got a thing for fairy tales?" Dean asked. "Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits." Sam replied.

"A ghost puppet master." Dean said. 

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?" I asked Sam. "Could be. You know, kinda like uh, a spirit hypnosis or somethin'." Sam said. "Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us." Dean said and we stop walking. We look down to see a bullfrog sitting in our path, croaking.

"Yeah, you're right that's completely normal." Sam said, sarcastically, and the bullfrog croaks again and again. "All right maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales." Dean said. "I tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog." I said and Dean chuckles then the frog hops away.

"Hey, check that out." Sam said as he points to a house opposite which has a pumpkin sit on the porch. "Yeah? It's close to Halloween." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "What? D'you remember Cinderella? The pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?" I asked him.

"Could you be more girlie?" Dean asked and I glared at him. "Hey, don't blame me for knowing these fairytales. My dad would read them to me when he wasn't hunting. And when I was a kid." I said and Dean looks down. "Sorry." He said and I smirk a bit then kiss his cheek. "You're forgiven." I said and we head towards the house.

Sam picks the lock and the three of us enter. Then we split up and begin to search search the house. We hear a noise and draw our guns as Dean closes the front door then we continue to search.

At another noise, Dean motions for Sam and I to head toward it, Dean follows. "Help I'm in here!" A woman's voice shouts and we come up to the kitchen. "Hey, hey." Sam said as we see a teenage Girl handcuffed to the oven. "It's OK we're here we got you." Sam said as he opens his lock pick kit.

"You have to help me, she's a lunatic." The girl said. "What happened?" Dean asked. "My step mom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me. Chained me up." The girl said. "Where is she now?" I asked her. "I don't know." She said and  I look through the kitchen door and spot the little dark-haired girl peeking out.

"Boys." I said and Sam and Dean look up and sees her as well. The little girl turns away and I follow her. I walk through the house to the entryway and see the little girl standing in the living room. She walks out of sight and I enter the living room, and look around, but the girl is gone. I pause, then turns around to see that the little girl has reappeared.

"Who are you?" I asked her but the little girl is silent. She flickers and vanishes. I look down, surprised, at a red apple on the rug then I pick it up and examine it. "Oh no." I whispered as I realized what this represents.

Dean sits on the hood of the Impala, playing with the apple after I handed it to him, then Sam approaches. "Paramedics picked up Cinderella." He saidm "That's good." Dean said and he tosses the apple to me. "So...Little girl, shiny red apple. I'm guessing that means something to you, fairy tale girl?" Dean asked me and I scoffs. "Yeah, it's Snow White." I replied.

"Snow White? Ah I saw that movie. Oh the porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother? Woo, she was wicked." Dean said as he grins and I let out a noise of disapproval. "There is a wicked Stepmother. And she tries to kill Snow White with a poison apple." I explained.

"But the apple doesn't actually kill the girl, right?" Dean asked. "No. Puts her into a deep sleep, so deep it's almost like she's dead." I said as we get into the Impala.

"No, sorry. We don't have any comatose little girls." The nurse told us after we arrive back at the hospital. "You sure?" Sam asked. "Totally. It's mostly old guys. And well...Callie. She's been around since before I started here." The nurse replied.

"Callie?" Dean asked. "Yeah, it's so sad. And poor Dr. Garrison he just won't give up on her." The nurse said. "Is Callie one of his patients?" I asked her. "No. His daughter." She said

Qe arrive at Callie Garrison's room and stop outside the doorway. We watch as Dr. Garrison reads to Callie. "...and the Huntsman stepped inside, and in the bed lay the Wolf. So the Huntsman took a pair of scissors and cut open the Wolf's belly."

I glance at the boys just as Dr. Gareison notices us. He puts down the book, gets up and walks to us. "Detectives. Can I help you?" He asked us after he clears his throat. "We just...heard that Callie is your daughter." Dean said. "And we wanted to say how very sorry we are." Sam said and Garrison nods. "Well, uh. Thank you. If you'll excuse me." He said and he walks out in the hallway. 

"Oh, heading this way? We'll walk with you." Dean said as we follow him. "How long's Callie been like that?" I asked him and Garrison looks at us. "We don't mean to intrude, we can't possibly understand how hard it must be for you seeing her like this." Sam said. "It's not easy. She's uh, been here since she was eight years old." Garrison said.

"That's when she was poisoned?" Sam asked. "Yes. Swallowed bleach. Never figured out how she got her hands on the bottle. My wife found her, uh, brought her to the ER here and I was on call." Garrison said. "You're wife was uh, was that Callie's stepmother?" I asked and Garrison stops walking and looks at me.

"Actually, yes. How'd you know that?" He asked and I shrug. "Lucky guess." I said. "Well, Julie was the only mother that uh, Callie ever knew. My wife passed away last year and uh, it's just my daughter and me now. She's all I got left." Garrison said then he pauses before he continues. "Uhm, excuse me I gotta get back to work." He said and he walks away.

"Well you're right. It's Snow White in spades." Dean said to me. "Yep. Step-mom poisons the girl, puts her into a deep sleep. What's the motive you think?" I asked them. "Could be like Mischa Barton. Sixth Sense not the O.C." Dean said and Sam looks at him. "What?" Sam asked. "Hey, you know fairy tales, I know movies. She played the pasty ghost. You know the, uh, remember the mom had that thing you know, where you keep the kid sick so you get all the attention?" Dean said.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah, uh, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy." Sam said. "Huh, could be." I said. "So say all these years Callie's been suffering silently because nobody knows the truth about what mommy dearest did?" Dean asked as we walk down the reception. "And after all this time her spirit just gets angrier and angrier, until it finally just starts lashing out." Sam said.

"Right. Meanwhile she has to listen to dad tell her these deranged stories about a rabid wolf or a cannibalistic old lady, it's enough to drive anybody nuts." I said. "OK, but how are we gonna stop her, I mean Callie's stuck here, her father's keeping her body alive." Sam said. "It does make it a bit hard to burn the bones." Dean said. "You think?" I asked when a voice shouts.

"Coming in!"

The emergency doors open and we watch as EMTs bring in an old woman on a stretcher. "OK, what's her status?" A doctor asked. "Seventy-two year old female, sustained multiple lacerations and puncture wounds. BP is eighty over forty and falling. Sinus tachycardia." One of the EMT said. 

"Is that a bite?" A doctor asked as he looks over the woman. "Looks like she was mauled by a mad dog or, maybe a wolf?" The EMT said and Dean turns to me. "What was the last story Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?" He asked me. "Little Red Riding Hood." I replied just as we see a cover is thrown over the woman.

"Excuse me." Sam said as we show our badges to the EMT. "Was she the only victim?" Sam asked. "She was found by the side of the road, barely alive. Alone." The EMT said. "We need to find her next of kin." Dean said. "Yeah, she has a granddaughter." The EMT said.

"Do you have an address?" I asked and the EMT hands a sheet of paper to me. "Thank you." I said then Dean takes the paper out of my hand.

"Hey, you guys find a way to stop Callie, all right?" Dean said. "What about you?" I asked Dean. "I'm gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf." Dean said then he pauses. "Which is the weirdest thing I've ever said." He said and he walks way while Sam and I stare after him.

Sam and I search the corridors until we spot Garrison. "Dr. Garrison! We need to speak with you." Sam said and he comes up to us. "Detectives. What can I do for you?" He asked. "Well, uhm. It's about Callie." I said. "My daughter? What about her?" Garrison asked.

"You know maybe, maybe could sit down for a minute?" Sam said but Garrison starts to get annoyed. "No. What about her?" He asked. "'Kay. Well um. All right Doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident." I said to him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, confused. "I'm sorry, but it's true." I said. "You have no idea what happened to my daughter." He growls then he turns and walks away, Sam and I follow. "There are things you don't know Doctor, about your wife." Sam said to him. "My wife?" He said, confused.

"Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie." I said and Garrison stops and turns back to me and Sam. "Why would you say something so horrible to me?" He asked, upset. "Because we need your help." I said. "Both of you stay away from me, and my daughter, you understand?" He threatens and he walks off.

"Doctor this isn't... Please, uh." Sam said as Garrison goes to Callie's room and shuts the door in our face. Sam and I sigh then Sam opens the door, and we enter and close it behind us.

"I'm calling Security." He said and he reaches for the internal phone. Sam clamps his hand over it to stop him. "No, listen. We don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to us more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them." Sam said. 

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Garrison asked us. "You're going to think we're crazy, but just understand us. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit." I explained and Garrison looks over at Callie sadly. He sits at the end of her bed, turning back to us. "So you've seen her too." He said and Sam and I look at him, surprised.

"I sensed her, Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at foot of my bed but I never...believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I-" he stops as he bites his lips. "It wasn't a dream. She looks like she did when she was eight. White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you." I said to him and Garrison sighs. 

"You guys are not a cops are you?" He asked us. "No." Sam and I replied. "Then who are you?" Garrison asked. "Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing." Sam replied.

"But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-" Garrison stutters but I speak up. "Sir. Callie told us." I said and he raises his head up at us. "What?!" He asked, shocked. "Not in so many words, but in her own way. She told us." I explained and he shakes his head.

"My wife loved Callie. So how is- how is that possible?" He asked. "We don't know. But it is." Sam said. "No. No I- I don't believe you." He said and I sighed. "Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter." I pleaded to him and Garrison turns and stares at Callie.

He sighs then goes to the side of her bed and bites his lips. "Callie? Callie it's Dad. It's me, Daddy. Is it true? Mommy do that to you? I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is there something you wanna tell me?" He asked and Sam and I look to the aide and see Callie standing next to him. 

"Doctor..." we said and he looks up at us and we nod towards his side. He turns to her and kneels down to her. "Is it true?" He asked and Callie's spirit nods. "I'm so sorry, baby. But listen to me. You gotta stop what you're doing, OK? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go." Garrison said, tears in his eyes.

Then he turns back to Callie's body in the hospital bed and kisses her forehead. Callie's monitors buzzed and Sam and I look down, upset, while Garrison weeps and strokes his daughter's hair. He turns, but her spirit is gone.

"And the girl's OK?" Garrison asked Dean as we stand in front  of the doctor in the nurses station. Dean nods and Garrison sighs. "So, it's really over." He said. "Yeah. All thanks to you." Sam said. "Callie was the most important thing in my life. But I should've let her go a long time ago." Garrison mutters. "See ya ‘round, Doc." Dean said to him. "I sure hope not." Garrison said then he pats Dean on the shoulder and walks away.

"You know what he said? Some good advice." Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "Is that what you want us to do Dean? Just let you go?" I asked him. Dean doesn't answer as he looks at me then Sam. And just like that, he walks down the corridor alone while Sam and I watch. 

That night, Sam and I grabbed our backpacks as Dean turns over in his sleep. I give him a sad smile towards then looked up at Sam. Sam told me that he was gonna summon the crossroads demon and find away to get Dean out of his contract. And I offered to help as I want to find any way to save Dean.

He nods at me and I nod back as Sam heads for the door, looks back at Dean briefly before he silently departs. I let out a small sigh then go over to Dean, kiss his forehead and head out, quietly.

Sam crouches at the center of a crossroads, holding an open box. He adds a photo ID to the contents, closes the box and buries it with his hands. He dusts off his hands and stands, and both of us survey the four routes of the crossroads.

"Well. Little Sammy Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)." A female voice said behind us. We turned around and see a woman in a black dress standing behind us. "I'm touched. I mean...Dean's been to see me twice, but you two? I never had the pleasure." She said as Sam and I glare at her.

"What can I do for you two?" She asked us then Sam draws the Colt and points it at her. "You can beg for your life." Sam said and the demon looks at us in disappointment. "We were having such a nice conversation, then you had to go and ruin the mood." She said.

"If I were you I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared." I said, threateningly. "It's not my style." She said then she turns to Sam. "That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that?" She asked but Sam doesn't answer.

"Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She'll get what's coming to her...you can count on it." The demon sneered. "That's enough. We came here to make you an offer." Sam said. "You're gonna make ME an offer? That's adorable." She said, incredulous.

"You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, (y/n) lives. You live. Everyone goes home happy. Or..." Sam said then he cocks the Colt. "You stop breathing. Permanently." He threatens. "Oh." The demon said then she laughs. "All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on Sam. Do you even wanna break the deal?" She asked.

"What do you think?" I asked her. "I don't know. Aren't you two tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his?" She asked me then she turns to Sam. "Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him." She said.

"Watch your mouth." Sam growls. "Admit it. You're here, going through the motions. But truth is…both of you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone." She said and my fists clenches. "Shut up." I growled between my clenched teeth. "No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You two can finally be free." She said. "I said shut up!" I yelled.

"Huh. Doth protest too much if you ask me." She said, smirking. "All right, enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now." Sam said. "Sorry sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron clad." She said. "Every deal can be broken." Sam said. "Not this one." said the demon.

"Fine. Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so's the deal." Sam said and the demon laughs. "Guess again." She said. "What?" Sam and I asked. "Guys, I'm just a sales woman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me. He's not going to let it go." She said. "You're bluffing." I said. "Am I?" She asked then she looks at Sam, who was still holding the Colt.

"Shoot me, if it'll get you off, but the deal still holds, and when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit." She said. "Then who's your boss? Who holds the contract?" Sam asked. "He's not as cuddly as me I can tell you that." She said.

"Who is it?" I asked, angrily. "I can't tell you. I'm sorry guys. There's no way outta this one. Not this time." She said and I look down in sadness. Sam looks torn, before sighing and shooting the Demon right between the eyes. She goes down with a groan. Sam watches calmly while I looked at the demon's body then I felt a smile form on my lips but then I felt a different wave of emotions wash over me.

Fear

Worry

"Oh, God....what have we done?" I whispered.

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RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, Depression

Another week passed and I was still at my Grandparents. I’ve been here for 3 weeks now. Even my Cuz went back to university. Yesterday I had my exam. At least this thing went well. I passed it with almost maximum points. And yet I couldn’t be happy about it for long. I wasn't feeling well. My depression had reached its peak again, so I couldn't go to work this morning. I lay in bed all day long, staring at my walls. This still felt better than leaving my room. Just thinking about it, overwhelmed me. But I called my therapist. I told her I was pregnant. I haven’t seen her in weeks. Those group sessions I once mentioned, were okay, but I missed much. Anyway, she wanted to see me. She asked me to come to her practice tomorrow, to talk about my panic attacks and some other stuff. She also advised me to continue my medication.

 My Grams was worried about me. She noticed that Nico didn’t come to me anymore. So I told her he broke up with me and that I had to divorce Daniel. And I’m going to file the divorce petition, but getting a divorce is not as easy as I thought. Tbh, it seemed impossible!?? That... person/DA, who handled my divorce, simply did not accept the reasons I gave her for my divorce. She said it would take at least a year, bcs Daniel wasn’t there, and who knows? Maybe we’ll make up, she meant. 😡...Agh, it's going to be complicated. And Daniel will be back soon anyway. Nevertheless, we will not divorce, but we’re not gonna be together either. 😫

That evening, my Parents and my Sister came by at my Grandparents. My Mom wanted to know what’s wrong with me? Why don’t I come back home? My Grams was a little tense when my Mom started to get upset about me. But my Mom was just worried. I was pregnant! What happens now? Do I keep the Baby or not? This was still not quite clear. I had an abortion appointment in 3 days. My Grams got so mad at my mom for talking about that! But my Mom never told me to abort my Baby neither my Dad! They just didn’t know what I really wanted!!??... Am I getting a divorce? Am I keeping Nico's Baby? Why isn't he here? Are we even together? And why am I alone in my room crying? My Parents wanted answers!

And Ana was still confused about my pregnancy. She still thought Dennis might have knocked me up. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️Ana thought I was so sad because of that. So she finally decided to talk to me about this thing! She came over to my room. But somehow we both did not succeed in talking to each other. I admit, it was hard for me to look at Ana, without having to think about Adam. I mean..... I don’t hate Adam. Still, what he did to me was disgusting. And Ana also had that gross pic of Adam and me in her mind. She didn't feel comfortable around me. Ana & I weren’t mad at each other, we just needed some time, I think. 😞

Ana: Hey, A..... You ok?

Me: Hi 🫤

Ana: I’ve known you were pregnant for 4 weeks, I noticed when you took a pregnancy test. I didn’t want to ask you about it. You know?..... I’m happy for you, if you want a Baby, but... I’m not happy for Daniel. 😞

Me: Yea, that’s why I can’t be happy about it, even though I want a Baby.

Ana: You don’t have to...... do this, if you’re not sure. 🙁

Me: I love N. 😞

Ana: Honestly, A.! Can it be that you do not know exactly who you are pregnant from?? Dennis, you know? You were totally high! Maybe you slept with him and don’t remember?

Me: It's Nico's Baby. Trust me, I know when and how it happend! And I didn't sleep with Dennis!! We were going to, but... well, you know what happend. Adam interfered. And before you ask.... NO, I didn’t sleep with Adam!!

Ana: I know! He was just a few mins alone with you.

Me: You staying here tonight?

Ana: Why don’t you come home?

Me: Um.... I’m tired.

Ana: Ok...... I go back over.... Grama fears Mom and Dad will soon get divorced too, like our stupid uncle....

Me: I don't care. They are 41! They’ll know what they’re doing.

Ana: Whatever you say.

Like I said, I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to Ana. Honestly, I also felt a bit humbled because she thought I didn’t know who I was pregnant with.

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A cup of coffee (Luke x male!reader)

This is a request for @thewheat-thins69, hope you enjoy!

Luke pulled out his old roller-skates and eyed them, in a weird amalgamation of disdain and wonder. Rushed to his mind were memories of gliding down the pavement in his teen years, returning home from school, eager to see his dad. His teenage years were the very definition of a mixed bag. It was filled with dreams, hope and energy, the efforts of his wonderful parents, but then tragedy worked its cruel hands in the affair.

He shook off those memories, focusing instead on the wonder. On you. He was absolutely enraptured by you. You were the only person who could bring a cup of Weston's egregious coffee and only receive in turn a mild reproach.

You had started off as friends but Luke couldn't deny his ever-growing feelings for you. Once, as a joke, Lorelai proposed the two of you spent so much time together, you acted like a married couple. You both turned away from each other. He anticipated rejection or puzzlement on your face, you didn't know what to expect on his. When Lorelai noticed both of your forlorn yet hopeful expressions, she went: "Oh my god. Did I just inadvertently play matchmaker or ruin yet another friendship?"

"It's fine," Luke remembered brushing off in his cliched way. "I-I don't know if (Y/N)'s acquainted with your exasperating sense of humour, Lorelai. It probably caught him off guard."

Lorelai had shot an annoyed look Luke's way. "Hello? (Y/N) works at the inn. We spend many evenings laughing at your expense, appreciating my wonderful, perky, very welcome sense of humour." 

She'd turned to you in the middle. "That wasn't even my best work," she reminded you, only to notice how out-of-it you seemed. And by out-of-it, out of the friendly dynamic the three of you shared. Your attention was fixed on Luke, and he seemed to you the only person in the room.

In the way she quickly walked and talked, Lorelai also abruptly took the hint. "I should get going. Rory's home from Yale and claimed to have brought with her a pizza the size of our kitchen table. I didn't think we ever needed that thing but now it seems to have finally found its calling-okay, bye bye." She had stumbled out the door, awkwardly chuckling.

"Luke, I–"

"(Y/N)"

You spoke at the same time, emitting a chuckle that finally cut the tension in the air. "You first," you coaxed.

Luke looked caught off guard instead and swallowed nervously. "So, I-uh, I don't know what to say exactly. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about this, never thought about us. Or that I hadn't thought about this exact moment in my head either, but we're friends and I never wanted to ruin that. I know the move to Stars Hollow wasn't easy for you, and I can't blame you. This place would repel Walt Disney, for god's sake. But I-I can, very awkwardly, say that things here haven't been the same since I met you."

"Luke," you said.

"Wait," Luke interrupted, "before I lose my resolve. Would you like to go out sometime? I mean, can I take you out sometime? On a date."

You smiled, a wave of comfort running through you, at what you wished to transpire but never imagined would so perfectly unfold. However, when you saw Luke's nervous, pleading expression, you wanted to make this moment easier on you. "So long as it's at Weston's!" you teased, provoking another laugh from the both of you.

Now Luke was wistfully rolling back and forth his roller-skates on his apartment ground, thinking about the moment when everything fell in place. God, he neither thought he'd have to recruit Lorelai Gilmore as his wingwoman, nor be so pleased she was there that second.

He set off for the rink Taylor recently opened to compete with that of Woodbridge. He tried not to think about Taylor at that second, lest his mind fill with annoyance instead.

When he got to the rink, he looked round, only to discover how crowded it was. "Luke!" he heard a cheerful young girl's voice. It was Lane who skated up to him. "Come on in. We have a bet on which job Taylor hired Kirk for, and the largest sum is on concession stand!"

Luke resisted the inclination to roll his eyes at what Stars Hollow considered gambling but then spotted you walking in and absentmindedly patted Lane's shoulder. "You go ahead, I'll-uh, catch up." Confused, Lane agreed and skated off.

Luke met you close to the entrance. "Hey," you said with a smile that made his knees weak. You both lingered on the way to greet each other until you ended up in a bear hug. Luke's arms felt so strong and safe, like nothing, not even your pesky worries or doubts, could plague you at that moment.

"I have my skates right here," said Luke. "My feet grew exponentially when I was a kid, we had to buy new ones every few years. Then when I was 18, we seemed to hit a plateau, so I finally fit in these, still." He stopped. "And now I realised I spent the last twenty seconds talking bout shoes, I'm sorry."

You smiled. "No, don't be. I was going to rent but then Lorelai told me Taylor found three different loopholes to hike these prices up and bought a pair of these bad boys. If all goes well, perhaps I'll get to use them again." Luke grinned warmly, which immediately eased your worries. You realised the implication behind your last phrase meant that you were dreaming of a second date and proper future with Luke, but didn't want to be so presumptuous to assume Luke was on the same page. But his smile conveyed an understanding that you actually reassured him, rather than frighten him away.

"So how bout we take a few rounds? If you want a coffee or something, we can stop at the cafe. Or I can take you to Weston's. They do make a pie there which makes me stop thinking about how much butter they use in the crust," Luke rambled once again. When he started talking to you, he felt the need to both confide in you as much as he could in those few breaths and add the necessary provisions to his words, in case you got the wrong idea. He didn't want to ruin anything before you properly explored it.

You laughed, wondering if Luke would ever recognise how endearing he was in his nervousness. You were so sick of men who compensated for their insecurity with brazenness and ego, that Luke was a breath of fresh air. You could tease him and he wouldn't crack. He'd just smile and banter back. He could keep up with you and that felt so reassuring. Everything about him felt secure.

You both entered the rink and skated close to the edge, because everyone was gathered near the middle, in a huddle. You heard Babette argue with Taylor: "You're crazy! Why would you put Kirk in charge of guarding the door?"

You smiled. Stars Hollow was a unique place, that's for sure. But it was also so peaceful yet full of excitement. And it was a community, so people all helped each other and were there for each other, in a way they didn't bother to match in the city. 

You only half-paid attention when Taylor pushed that Kirk was the only one who could spot and stop a Litchfield spy, attempting to copy the design and layout of their rink, to beat it as the best in Connecticut.

Luke noticed your faraway look and said, "To have Taylor's problems." Humour was the way you bonded as friends so he assumed it would carry on in your relationship too.

You laughed politely, only partly in the loop on Luke and Taylor's incessant rivalry. When someone bumped into you and went on in a fashion inconceivable with the camaraderie of the town, Luke grabbed onto you with more haste than was necessary. "You okay?" he asked. His gruff voice had the surprising ability to both calm and ground you. "Why don't we get out of here?" He immediately blushed at the implication and quickly went back on his words: "I mean out of the rink, get you a coffee or something!"

You realised it was getting a bit rowdier, what with Kirk entering the circle and attempting to proclaim his winnings for having bet on himself. "It's rigged now, Kirk, you ruined everything!" Patty protested.

You and Luke walked back to the diner, silently enjoying each other's company. "Ah shoot," he said as you both ambled in. "I know you prefer the coffee at Weston's and I brought you here. Am I a cheap date or what?"

"I don't go to Weston's for the coffee. Yours is far superior."

"Really? Well, I thought everyone enjoyed their whipped cream disasters they call 'specialty,' but that may just be Lorelai and Rory."

You smiled. "There's a time and place for that, but daily, I prefer Luke-Luke's!" You stumbled on your words as well. Luke smiled, turning to pour your coffee and omit the glee on his face.

After you nursed your cup for a bit, Luke suggested you go upstairs and watch a movie, only to, midway on the staircase, remember he didn't own a television. Before he opened the door, he told you this, expecting you to want to return downstairs, but you diverted his expectations.

"No, let's stay. You'll make tea and you keep the good tea up here," you said. Luke hadn't dated a friend before, but he so enjoyed the different awkwardness that came with it. Gone was the embarrassment of having to share with a virtual stranger the intimacy of a couple, on a one-on-one date. What unfortunately lingered was the fear of saying the wrong thing and making it worse. But what was entirely new was knowing the person so well that you could predict what the wrong thing was to say. It is different, though. We're friends and we know each other, and I keep thinking I can't say the wrong thing. But I inevitably do, Luke's mind debated with itself.

He opened the door to the apartment and put the kettle on, while you made yourself comfortable on the sofa, rearranging the cushions the way you knew you liked it at home. You took a sip out of the diner-large cup and sighed in pleasure. Luke made coffee like no one else in Connecticut.

Luke watched you and smiled to himself. He brought his tea and you both finally fell back into comfortable banter and conversation. Neither of you were as nervous as you were when the date began, but the anticipation and slight wariness of saying the right thing remained.

You set your cup down on the coffee table and leaned into Luke slightly. He adjusted you so you were rested on his chest. I'm cuddling with Luke, you thought. I'm cuddling with Luke. You ignored the excitement in your chest and leaned in further. 

#luke danes x reader #luke danes x male reader #luke x male reader #gilmore girls #luke danes

[youre-a-total--poser]

Can I request something where after westview wanda goes to nat and they end up getting rlly close and getting together and end up having or adopting y/n flash foward Wanda tells young y/n like 5-6 about her older brothers billy and tommy and y/n is just asking what happened to them and you can add or changed whatever you want

Something New (Request)

Warnings: Any Let me know

Age: 5

Word Count: 643

Requests: Open

Summary: Things are changing for Wanda for the better

Requested by: Anonymous

Date: 27/07/22

A/N: Thank You to the person who requested this. Sorry it's so short I didn't know what else to write

—⧗—

The events that happened at Westview completely changed Wanda. For the worst not for the better.

Everyone that she loved was gone well almost everyone.

Wanda has been sitting in a dark, cold cabin alone for weeks. After what happened at Westview she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to be around people again.

Every day her routine stayed the same. She didn't dare change it she needed some form of structure in her life till one day everything did change for the better.

—⧗—

Wanda was sitting on the steps of the cabin enjoying the afternoon sun when a car pulled up and out stepped a familiar redhead.

Natasha wasn't aware of all that was happening till recently while she was away reuniting with her family she didn't know that one of her closest friends was losing all of hers.

"You don't have to be here. I've caused enough trouble." Wanda said standing up and walking into the cabin which Natasha followed

"So is that why you won't return any of my calls or have I done something to piss you off?"

"I didn't return your calls because I just wanted to be alone."

"But you don't have to be alone. I'm here now I can help you, Wanda." Natasha spoke softly.

"Thank you for the offer but I'm fine. I don't need any help."

"Please wanda let me help you" natasha begged.

"You're not going to leave me alone are you?"

"You know I can't."

Wanda sighed and let Natasha stay.

—⧗—

After that the bond that wanda and natasha had grown stronger every day. Natasha was exactly what wanda needed to help her.

Natasha was there to listen to all of Wanda's stories, to comfort her when she cried. no matter what Natasha was there.

The months went by and their relationship changed in a way that neither one expected. Thanks to one drunken night and a shared kiss they both realised that the key to happiness was right in front of their faces the whole time.

As time when on and everything was perfect once again. Wanda and Natasha got a small apartment together and even went on to adopt a baby girl.

Wanda never forgot about her life with Vision and their twin boys she thought about them every day and she would have loved to be here to see her three babies grow up together.

—⧗—

5 years later

You were lying in your parent's bed both of them on either side of you and you were getting read a bedtime story

"And they all lived happily ever after the end." Wanda read then she closed the book.

"Can I one day have a brother or sister?" You asked.

"You do sweetie. you have got two big brothers Billy and Tommy." Wanda said.

"Where are they?" you asked

Wanda thought for a moment. How was she going to explain to a 5-year-old what happened?

"They had to go away, honey."

"To heaven?"

Wanda nodded

"Won't they be scared since they're all alone?"

"They're not alone sweetheart they have their dad and my brother, remember I told you about your uncle Pietro and also my mom and dad too," Wanda explain

"Mommy, would you and mama ever have to leave me?" You asked. tears started forming in your eyes.

"No baby. Me and your mommy will never leave you okay." Natasha told you putting her arm around you and placing a kiss on your head.

"That's good I don't want to be alone." You sniffed

"Don't worry honey you're never going to be alone I promise." Wanda kisses your head and then puts her arms around you and Natasha.

Wanda had already lost so much and she was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that she wouldn't lose you or Natasha too.

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[juvellianovo]

May I request smth if you don't mind.

Ok ok so uhm, ,teen!mc is (any if the demon bros of your choice) illegitimate kid that is from the human realm, they are somewhat an over archiver and petty, they also know shit tons about fashion and make their own clothes cause fashion designer clothes are expensive asf.

Ok, present time now like after chapter 16 or smth, everyone is in the dining room and mc blurts out their mom's name without warning and complaining on how she kept on nagging them to visit once in awhile to talk to her current lover (MC's future step-dad) and to sort (???) Out of their problems, but mc ain't having it cause (MC's future step-dad) is an asshole to them, meanwhile while mc was complaining, (any of the demon bros of your choice) is just sitting there wondering if mc is their kid or not cause they fully well know that they once visited the human realm and had a bit of TOO much fun while there after being forced to go there once by Diavolo to do idk, party or smth, you can come up why they were there in the human realm.

The supposed father of mc asked mc if they know who their biological father is, mc like "idk, never really asked, mom" when in reality mc once asked and knows fully well know who he is and mc is still salty about their biological dad and is again like I said petty over lots of shits especially now that they know who their biological dad is.

You can somehow make some of these make sense and let you do the rest cause my brain has no other idea on what would happen next qwp.

I am sorry it took so long! I have been getting in one after another trouble.

So I am gonna sum it up. The demon bros once went to human world for a small inconvenience that happened and they had some free time. Asmo basically forced everyone to drink some real strong demoneus(I forgot it's spelling).

I am only gonna do lucifer as I am in a little trouble.

Lucifer

Lucifer never expected anything from you at first

He only wanted to get it through with.

He was impressed by how good you were at things honestly.

Although you looked like you mom there were some features on your face that similar to him but the world is a tiny place so he didn't mind that either

Lucifer always your felt passive agression towards him. But afterall you're a mere human whose roots were ripped out from their home and settled in a new place filled with poisonous insects

You often amused him by your talents.

Lucifer if not the best but still was good at staying refined and not giving into his desires.

But he remembers that one time.

He had asked her name as she asked his but the effect of the demoneus was so strong that he failed to realize exactly when she left with only single apology note.

Lucifer wanted to find your mom but he didn't.

The human wanted to leave.

You were especially salty against him

Maybe he threatened you multiple times and one time he almost killed if it weren't for Diavolo you wouldn't be alive.

He understands your hatred towards him.

After the incident he tried to make you have less hatred for him for gulit is much worse than any other

It stang through him when he heard her name fall through your lips.

Were you really his?

You were looking through the side of your eyes to gauge the reaction out of him.

There was a glint of shock on his face for a moment.

He stopped eyes a bit dull as if trying to recall something.

You felt a bit mad at that. You wanted much more than that meager reaction

Lucifer chose to stay composed during the dinner time.

But he confronted you later making sure that none were there to disturb you both.

He wanted to make it up.

He wanted to talk through you.

Lucifer was even more shocked to hear that you knew lucifer was your father.

Is that the reason why you avoided him

Because he left you...

He didn't mind that your mother had a boyfriend.

Or the fact that the new guy was your step dad now.

It doesn't matter as long as you consider him as your father only.

He will make up all that he didn't do before.

It's a pity to him he couldn't watch you grow. Humans....

He will always spare you when you're in trouble.

He will buy you things like clothes and all(although most of the time you don't need those clothes since you make your own.)

He will try his best.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #om! lucifer #Teen!mc #om!mc #obey me fic #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me brothers #🖤🖤🖤juve

[elsfairy]

YOUTH ⋯ ♡ᵎ (Remember, this is just my interpretation of Sevika as a teenager. Nothing here is 100% true. I'm just making this up, okay? bare with me as I have nothing to go on. The only part that is true, as I've heard is about her dad. Thank you to everyone who helped me and gave me ideas, i would have lost it tbh)

✯ She's definitely that teen who is causing trouble for the sake of making trouble. Who hasn't been a troublemaker in their life?

✯ From a young age, she's had the 'look at me the wrong way & I'll beat you' look. That stone, cold stare that makes anyone tremble.

✯ A very big child when it came to all her favorite snacks. Especially muffins. She's a gushy being when she's got her chocolate chip muffins. Don't steal them from her though, she's breaking a hand.

✯ Has a small social circle. Just because she was able to do shit herself, she's only allowed a few people to be around her.

✯ Acts like those friends are annoying and piss her off, but would do anything to make sure they are protected. She cared. Even if she showed nothing.

✯ Ran her mouth, constantly.

✯ "Shut the fuck up, I don't care if you're over 50 years old, shut the fuck up already"

✯ Her relationship with her father isn't the best. It's all over the place so she doesn't really comment on it when someone asks. Not that they would dare. Whereas, her mother was completely different. She actually took time to be with her.

✯ Has been smoking for most of her teenage life. Mainly as a stress reliever. If she's not, then she's getting caught up in mischief to take her mind off what was called home.

✯ She's had her fair share of girlfriends. Some don't exactly stay longer than intended but she's had them nonetheless.

✯ "Sevika, this has been the 5th girl to leave your room in the past week"

✯ "What can I say? I'm irresistible"

✯ Her humor has always been so dry. For a long time, she doesn't really find anything amusing or funny. She was like a blank canvas. Not sure what she was doing.

✯ The Brothel was a place she always found herself whenever she was either angry or just flat-out bored. We don't question her life choices.

✯ "Going to the Brothel isn't going to fix what happened⎯"

✯ "We don't talk about her alright? You never bring her up. I for sure didn't give you the right to"

✯ If Sevika hated one thing, it would be the mere mention of her ex. She did not like thinking about it, let alone talking about it. It was her business and hers only.

✯ Growing up with brothers, gave her the advantage. She was able to work out with them whenever they would have the time. Just to have something she could protect herself with.

✯ Was always, somehow the class pet. That was when she attended, of course, half the time she was skipping whatever class she has. Still managed to keep up with her school work, not sure how.

✯ "Gonna get yourself into more shit if you keep it up, Sev"

✯ "Don't fuckin call me that. You left, you don't get to call me that anymore. You stopped being my sister years ago"

✯ She has always been let down by people who were supposed to care about her. Her first real love broke her heart for still unknown reasons. Her own father didn't really specify why he was always angry at her. Her own sister ran out on her. How was she supposed to trust anyone?

✯ Sevika was always sneaking around, leaving her home at weird times of the night. Either to fuck around with her friends, or get into random fights. Sadly, that was how she coped.

✯ But, if there was something she actually found comfort in, it would be to be on her own. Although she hated thinking about everything wrong in her life, she felt at ease when she was alone. She always felt alone as it was anyway.

✯ "You look really funny when your hair sticks out like that"

✯ "Ha ha, shut the fuck up. Leave my hair alone"

✯ She loved her.

✯ She would always wonder where her life went wrong when she was alone. Once, she felt happy. She actually felt like nothing could break her. Maybe she broke in the wrong ways. Sometimes, she just missed being able to tell the good from the bad.

✯ Getting into fights became a common thing for her. One day she would leave the house completely fine, then come home hours later covered in bruises and cuts. A part of her just did not care.

✯ Sad as it was, Sevika doesn't even remember the last time someone said they were proud of her. She got good grades... sometimes, but she would have wanted to hear it at least once again.

✯ She's definitely trying to start a fight with someone if they are getting too close to her or her friends. She didn't do well with new people, at all.

✯ A childish habit she had and still has, but she would always find herself randomly excited walking past the shops, especially the ones with the cakes in the window.

✯ Worked a shitty job at some crappy place just to be able to buy something she wanted. Or something she's had her eye on for a while. Money was alright, but it got her out the house.

✯ Would tense whenever someone would randomly walk behind her, or brush her shoulder as they tried to walk around her. She wasn't sure why she hated touch, she just did.

✯ Is constantly thinking of ways to leave or run away.

This is a mess... my fault guys <3. tbh, idk how to feel about this but if you like it, I can do another part. I missed a lot but, you would be here for hours reading.

#sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika imagine #sevika headcanon

[sibillascribbles08]

Oh it's aro week ! Here's a short Off Colors drabble for the occasion feat. Leo and April

April watched the credits rolling up the screen of her TV. Leo sat on the bed with her, his shell pressed against the wall and her legs rested over his, as usual on movie nights.

"So..." April broke the silence. "That was pretty good, right?"

"I guess?" He shrugged.

"You guess? What's wrong with it?"

"You know." He waved a hand. "Once again we have this intense adventure plot going on and there's some romance involved."

She sighed. "Leo, that doesn't make it bad."

"I know, I know." He tossed his hands up before crossing them and slouching down further in his seat. "It just has to come up every single time. And like, why? Do people really want romance in all their stories that badly?"

"I mean, yeah? Most people do, I guess." She climbed over Leo to reach the remote and turn the TV off. "Though I kind of get it. Like, why does it always have to be a guy and a girl. We need more girls falling in love with girls."

"No offense April, but I'd probably stick my tongue out at that too." As if to emphasize, he did it now.

April lightly kneed him in the stomach as she returned to her usual seat. "You don't have to complain about it that much."

"It's just... frustrating." He mumbled. "You say it's normal. Dad says it's normal. Hueso says it's normal. But I can't wrap my head around it."

She sank into her pillows and put her legs on his lap again. She took a moment to swallow her anger, after all Leo wasn't trying to be rude about it. He probably really didn't get it.

She tilted her head. "And you're certain it's not a find the right person situation?"

The turtle rolled his eyes and held one of his hoodie strings, swinging it around. "Well gee, how would I even know that? What other teenagers do I interact with besides you? Love you, by the way, but not like that."

"Good cause I don't like boys." She lifted a foot and used it to give his head a light shove.

He pushed her leg back down in an instant. "Dad keeps saying I'll get it when I'm older but he's been saying that for years. Like hello, I'm thirteen now. Doesn't it happen to most teenagers sooner than that?"

She shrugged. "I guess. But you're not exactly most teenagers either."

"Quick, google sexual maturity of red eared sliders."

She snorted at that, and was glad to see Leo crack a smile, but it didn't last.

Then, it gave her an idea.

"Actually, hang on." She climbed off her bed to grab her laptop off her desk. "I might have an idea."

"Are you actually going to google it?"

"No." She smiled and sat back down. "But you remember the whole thing with that flag on my pin board yeah?" She pointed to where it probably was behind her.

Leo nodded. "Yup, lesbian flag. Which you lied to me about at first and convinced me it was a country until my dad had to explain it."

She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at that old joke. "Right, well there's a lot of other flags out there. I did some brief reading on them and I think one might help explain some things." She pulled up her internet browser and began to type.

He moved his legs and crawled over to sit next to her. "You're telling me there's a flag for people who hate romance?"

"Not exactly that but..." April scrolled down the page, glancing at the various lines of colors until she finally saw the one she remembered. "There, that's the one!"

Leo leaned closer to the screen, studying the bars of green, white, grey and black. "Aromantic?"

"Yeah." She clicked on the hyperlink which brought up the full page. "People who feel little to no romantic attraction." With it loaded she slid the computer onto his lap to let him scroll and read for as long as he wanted.

Which turned out to be for a while. April felt awkward with the silence so she climbed off the bed and grabbed all the empty bags of snacks and soda cans. "You want some water?"

Her friend just let out a hum of acknowledgement that she took as a yes. She carried the trash to the kitchen and tossed it in the bin, passing by her mom in the living room.

"Movie done?" Her mom asked, watching her own TV.

"Yeah, just chatting for a bit."

"He can stay the night if he wants, but you both aren't staying up all night."

"I know." April sighed. It wasn't a school night–they never did movie nights on school nights–but her mom was still mad about three weeks ago when the pair of them accidentally stayed up talking until one in the morning.

She pulled a couple of water bottles out of the wrapped plastic next to the fridge and shuffled back to her room, replying to her mom's quick good night.

Leo was still on the laptop when she returned, though now laying on his stomach and staring at the screen like it held the secret to life, love, and everything.

April wouldn't interrupt. She set his bottle on the nightstand and opened her own, taking a few sips and settling back onto the mattress.

"So..." Leo finally spoke up. "Maybe it is normal? That I'm not into romance? If this is apparently enough of a thing to make a group name for it."

She smiled and lightly scraped her nails over his shell. "Yeah! You might be ace too."

"I assume you don't mean that in the sense of 'extremely cool.'"

She snorted and leaned across his back to use the touchpad. She scrolled down to the related links, clicking on asexual.

"Hm, not as crazy about that flag." Leonardo raised a brow. "Prefer the greens." He scanned the page for a second. "Wait, is there a difference between romantic and sexual attraction?"

"Yeah." April tapped her mouth with the lid of her bottle. "I mean, I don't personally get it but it makes sense? After all, ace people aren't sexually into people, at least not always, but they still fall in love?"

"Hmm, yeah I don't think I'm into any of that."

"Then in that case..." April, still laying on his back, scrolled down again and clicked on the aroace page.

"Huh? They have a different flag?"

She laughed. "There's a lot of those."

"I like this one though." She could practically hear the smile in his voice. "It has blue in it. And orange! Doesn't yours have orange?"

"Yeah!"

"We could match! Sort of!"

"Yeah!" She giggled, and Leo responded, and soon both of them were falling into a fit of laughter.

April rolled off him while catching her breath, and then took another sip of water.

Leo got up and grabbed his own bottle. "It's not weird for me to just go with that, right?" He tilted his head as he frowned. "I mean, what if Dad is right? Maybe I'm still not old enough or haven't meant the right person or something."

She shrugged. "You're allowed to change your mind, Leo. I mean, I thought I was bi until I realized my interest in guys was just me trying to match what the girls in class were doing. Helps that my mom has knowledge about this though, I guess."

She kicked her legs. "Anyway, point is, you can go with it and change your mind later."

He smiled and drank some water. "I almost hope I don't. What if our flags stop matching?"

April snorted and tossed an arm around his neck to pull him close. "I'm sure we can find something else to match."

Leo's smile became softer and he turned to pull her into a proper hug. "Thanks, Apes."

She returned it, though she wasn't entirely sure what he was thanking her for. Could be any number of things, and she chose not to ask.

"Of course, Lee."

#rottmnt #scribbly fics #off colors au #it's 10pm posting this anyway #imagine they just watched whatever movie you want

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 4

So a reminder, I made a post in the past about how i wanna do this story justice and make it a full fledged fic and not just the stream of consciousness it's been. So I think I'll be doing 2 more parts that hit major beats and after that I'll be outlining and eventually posting the actual full bodied fic. Anyways enjoy!

It was chaos, right up until the end. While Vecna had been on his last legs, cornered animals were always at their most dangerous. Rather than using his mind, which was being attacked by El, he used his actual hand to sink his claws into Steve and pull them over the cliff together. Every hit along the way hurt but Steve wasted no time, making sure his axe was swinging with every breath he was still taking.

When they landed on the ground below, Steve needed a moment to catch his breath. While Vecna broke his fall, it was still quite the descent. He heard two voices calling out his name when the claws that had released him during the plummet pierced him again. Steve let out a cry and plunged his axe into Vecna's chest furiously.

He heard El and Will calling out to him again and even felt the pull of trying to lift him up. But Vecna was still attached, and in his desperation trying to get into Steve's mind and break him.

"Get! Outta! My! Head!" Each word was a stab in the chest yet he didn't let go. El was tired. Will was tired. But they still needed to close the gate.

And for a shred of a moment, both Steve and Vecna's intentions combined.

"Go!", they both shouted together, the intensity of it propelling the two others back through the portal. Steve wanted to save them. Vecna wanted to get as far away as possible.

El barely had a moment to catch her breath on the other side before Eddie was on her.

"Where is he?! Where's Steve?!"

She felt as small as she had ever been and it took Nancy shaking Eddie to get him to back off. He looked so stricken El was sure she'd never forget it.

"Close it", he said through a sob.

"But Ste-", Dustin started.

"I said FUCKING CLOSE IT!"

El wasted no time then, sealing it all, hopefully for good this time.

Eddie remembered Steve's words, as everyone else collapsed around him as the gravity fell upon their shoulders.

"Don’t keep the gate open. Don’t open it again. Don’t come looking for me.”

Don't come looking for him. Well why would he need to look when he knew exactly where his husband was? In a hell world where everything was trying to kill you. So he's either lost an already dead husband or condemned him to a fate worse than death.

"I gotta get home", he said in the silence. Or maybe it wasn't silence. Someone was crying. Maybe two someones.

But he had a daughter to get home to. Lucy, who thought she'd be waking up in a world with two dads.

Eddie rubbed his face. "I gotta-", he cut himself off with a choked sound. "I gotta figure out how to tell Lucy."

"Eddie, you shouldn't be alone", Robin said, trying to put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Eddie shrugged it off. "I can't be around anyone right now. Just-just give me until tomorrow? Alright?"

He would have to tell Lucy then because he could never lie to her. And this was just too big to keep from her.

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About three years later and he still finds himself struggling to tell the story. Because now it's not 'Your dad died as a noble hero' but 'One dad sacrificed the other dad'.

"So, you guys have been doing this since high school?", she asked once they were settling in the guest bed at the Byers-Hopper residence. Lucy definitely felt like she'd outgrown sleepovers with her dads, but Eddie wasn't letting her out of his sight tonight.

"Technically that was only my second time dealing with it. Your pops though, he was a regular veteran. We should've been getting discounts at the grocery store."

Despite the sad story, Lucy found herself smiling. "So, what now?"

"Now..." Eddie sighed. "Now we get him back. And we make that bastard pay."

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #a lil shorter #but i did say a full fledged one was coming #so enjoy this for now