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@grccvy​ said,  « you should’ve left when you had the chance. »

      At first, Remi had thought that he was dreaming - that all of this was a nightmare, one of the really bad ones, and soon he would jolt awake, and he would be alone in his bedroom, just like always. But pinching himself didn’t help, and when he tripped and fell and gashed his knees, he didn’t wake up either.

      Then he wondered if it was a hallucination, or an illusion - something that IT was doing, something to try and break him down, or torment him before the final blow... before whatever Pennywise did to its victims. He stumbled backward, breathing hard, torn between his instincts screaming at him to run away and his heart screaming at him to run closer, because goddammit, that was his best friend standing there. Or it looked like his best friend - how could Charlie ever do this, be so cruel? 

      Remi’s head hurt, struggling to parse out what was real and what was fake, whether who he thought he saw before him was truly there or whether it was another illusion from some dark force that sought to cause him pain. His whole body shook, but he forced himself to stand his ground, refusing to break his gaze even as Charlie spoke. 

      “No! I wasn’t gonna leave you. I promised I wouldn’t, and I’m not gonna break that promise. This isn’t you, man, c’mon.” Against his body’s wishes, Remi hesitantly moved forward a few more steps, limbs trembling, throat tightened, tears already falling from his eyes. He knew this was a bad idea. Knew that whatever had happened to Charlie might very well mean that he wouldn’t make it through tonight alive if he didn’t try to run and hide. 

      But he also knew that without Charlie, what was the point? He had only stayed here in this godforsaken town because of Charlie. He had only suffered living with his parents here for Charlie. He had only made it this far in his life because of Charlie. Without Charlie, what the hell did he have left? 

      “I’m not leaving you, Charlie. I’m not. We can fix this. It’s gonna be okay.”

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       “ . . . ash, you haven’t died on me yet, have you ? “

@grccvy​. 

#:) #grccvy #* ╱: TAIGA ✕ INTERACTIONS.

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      “No, no. No need for all the spitfire, love.” Crowley clicked his tongue and shook his head; Ashley Williams’ response had been all too predictable, and while that small fact disappointed him, it did nothing to change his mind on his overall plans. For a moment, he simply sat and regarded the bound and chained man from his throne, enjoying the power imbalance for a moment before speaking again.

      “If I wanted to kill you, I would have had one of the demons ‘take you out behind the shed’ so to speak and dispose of you without going through all the nasty trouble of having you brought here to my throneroom.” The possessive pronoun still brought him such glee. “No, my plan is something a little more sophisticated, Ashley.”

      Crowley rose to his feet and approached, stopping just a foot or so away from the other, fully aware he might still try something. “I want to make you a deal. Not for your soul, I’m not so sure it even exists anymore, no... I want you to work for me. And before you ask what you get out of it... well, you get to live, which is something you humans are so keen on doing. But more importantly to you, I’d imagine, a certain Winchester gets to live. All you need to do is help me, by any means necessary, get what I want. A rather generous offer, I’d say.”

#rp #crowley > threads #crowley connections > ash williams #interactions > grccvy #i dont know what crowley wants if i'm honest yet. probably to bring about the apocalypse for some reason #or like.........get rid of lucifer for good maybe. idk i'll make it up as i go along but he basically wants a double agent/someone #to convince; trick; and/or puppy-eyes the winchesters into either helping with said destruction or at the very least not stopping it

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@grccvy​ said,  ❛  i  can’t  believe  how  much  i  hate  .  ❜

      Eyebrow arched, Sam took a sip from the bottle of Jack that he and his friend were sharing before answering. “Heh. Well, in our line of work, there’s a lot to hate. Can’t say I blame you. I probably hate a lot more than I let on myself.” He offered the bottle back to Ash, only averting his gaze long enough to check the battered television set - still playing commercials - before glancing back at the other. “Does that bother you? The hate you feel and everything, I mean.” 

#rp #sam winchester > threads #sam winchester connections > ash williams #interactions > grccvy #hunters bonding over whiskey and cheesy tv reruns check

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@grccvy​ said,  “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ”

      Remi knew why Charlie was asking this. He knew that he had a bad habit of being nice to others whenever he could and giving them whatever he could, all while ignoring his own desires and his own needs. He hadn’t been to therapy in a long time, but he figured it had something to do with hoping that maybe if he gave enough, it would mean something. Like maybe if you did enough good things, eventually it would add up and the universe would cut you a break. The Bible was all about selflessness and stuff after all so it made sense.

      Or at least, he thought it made sense. It didn’t seem fair, but he did it because he had no idea what else to do. Asking for something meant bringing attention to himself and being dependent on another person to give it and that had historically gone poorly. 

      In this moment, looking up at Charlie, he could think of one perfect thing he wanted. And it was the one thing he was too terrified to ask for. “I-I--”

      I want you. I think I like you, like... more than a friend. And I don’t really know if that’s okay but I can’t help how I feel and I’m afraid it’ll mean we can’t be friends anymore and--

      A few seconds passed before he managed to speak again, voice small, all his thoughts and words and feelings tangling up inside his head and making it ache. “I’m scared to say.”

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      The self-proclaimed ‘ghost with the most’ - even though technically, he was visible to the mortal world, which didn’t make him much of a ghost now - didn’t normally make a habit of pointing out markings on other’s bodies, mostly because he had done that a few times and it always ended poorly. But the scar made him curious; it was different from some of the other scars he had seen on Ash - ones that were clearly from some rough or violent happenstance. It was only now that he had decided to ask about it.

      He hung on the words, perhaps irregularly fascinated by the story. He had never had a relationship akin to the one that siblings usually had but from what he did know, this seemed pretty on par for them - fighting and then feeling bad for fighting. 

      “Huh.” Beetlejuice tilted his head to one side. “She sounds feisty.” He reached out almost absently and touched the scar, with careful fingers. “I like it. It adds character. Not that you need much more of that, but you know!��

#rp #beetlejuice > threads #beetlejuice connections > ash williams #beetlejuice verse > human #interactions > grccvy #QUEUE

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      Drew had gone home ages ago; it was easy to tell when Max had plans to stick around at a bar to see if he could pick up anyone pretty to take home, and Drew didn’t want any part of it. Understandable, him with a happy relationship and all that.

      So it was just Max and a slew of more or less uninteresting bargoers... except for one. Max had smiled at him, flirtatiously, of course, but hadn’t expected a drink - he had mostly been testing the waters before approaching, but would never turn down a free drink. The drink arrived, and he carefully picked his way - only swaying on his feet slightly - through the crowds of people until he reached the table the other man was at. 

      “Thank you.” He offered another smile, and then his free hand. “That was very kind of you, Mister...?” 

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@grccvy​ said,  ‘ it’s like someones opened up the photo album and taken all the pictures out, and now there’s only blank pages.’

      Every day, Dean’s mind and heart tore him in two different directions, neither of which he would ever dare bring up to another person. Everything in him wanted to continue to visit Ash; to hope that maybe one of these days, a visit would unlock the memories that had been buried, even as the other side of him wanted to get far far away, because this amnesia had been his fault. It had to be.

      So far, he kept visiting. It wasn’t as though guilt had kept him from doing things before. Would he regret it? Maybe. If the nights spent sitting in the Impala getting wasted on shit beer and shouting to that sorry excuse for a ‘god’ that allowed this shit to keep happening were anything to go on, maybe he already did.

      That’s where he was today; once again visiting Ash. Even if his memories were gone, the other man still had an uncanny knack for reading the emotions in Dean’s eyes, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. An attempt to describe what it was like, an attempt to apologise for the lack of memories, maybe. 

      Dean stared blankly for a moment, pain twisting inside of his chest as he watched Ash, and then he shook his head and rubbed at the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah... yeah, uh, Sam--my brother--was telling me ‘bout how that’s what it’s like. The... the looking at a space where you know something should be but you can’t figure out what it is or where it is, kind of thing.”

      He cleared his throat, feeling it begin to tighten. “Hey, man, sorry for taking up so much of your time. I’ll--I’ll let you go.”

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@grccvy​ said,  ❝ i don’t feel okay . i’ve never felt okay . ❞

      He knew exactly what Charlie meant, and wished he didn’t. Every so often, Remi would run across someone their age who seemed to be just fine - their families supported them, they did well in life, they didn’t live in constant fear of creatures other people couldn’t see. He envied them; envied that they could be ‘okay’ when he and Charlie could not.

      “I know.” Remi’s voice was quiet, but he paused for a moment to draw in a few deep breaths. He needed to be strong right now. “I know...” He reached out, tentatively, and took the other’s hand in his. “Is-is there anything I can do? I mean, I know I can’t fix it--can’t fix all of this--but maybe I can help you feel... less not-okay?”

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a wild gremlin demon appears

( @grccvy​ liked for a short starter! for these, i’m shuffling my music playlist and choosing a lyric from whatever song i get! )

      “It’s getting hard to breathe, and I don’t know why...”

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@grccvy​ said,  ‘ stay down, or i’ll make you drown in your own blood. ’ 

      Dean coughed, crimson spattering the ground in front of him as he struggled onto his hands and knees. All he could taste was copper, and he could barely see the man standing over him - vision blurred with blood and a pounding pain thrumming inside his head. He didn’t need to see to know who it was though. 

      If only losing his vision made it easier to intuit just why Ash was acting the way that he was.

      Barging into the safe house ranting about how sick he was of Dean and Sam, even the threats, could have been explained away by perhaps a high amount of stress or blackmail. But this? How brutal he was being?

      It had to be possession of some calibre. It just had to be. 

      Now wasn’t the time to consider it though. Right now, Dean had been knocked onto the ground for what felt like the hundredth time, bruises already blooming against his skin and blood both his and Ash’s covering his clothes and hands. He halted where he was, on his hands and knees, when Ash gave the order.

      After a few moments of hesitation, Dean continued rising until he was settled on his knees, hands hanging loosely at his sides as he fixed his gaze on Ash, a tangle of anger and pain fighting for dominance in his chest. “Oh yeah? Then what, Ashley? What’re you gonna do after that? Go back to whoever’s got you wrapped ‘round their little finger like a good little puppy? C’mon, man, you used to be stronger than this.”

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@grccvy​ said,  ‘ kill me. just kill me. ’ 

      The guy sure could take a beating. Lucifer would admit that much. It was getting hard to tell where one injury ended and the other began; just lots of blood and bruises. He was the boss around here and he said that having fun with their little prisoner while they waited for the Winchester boys to take the bait was perfectly fine as long as it didn’t reach death. There wouldn’t be much to haggle with if he were dead.

      “No no no, I don’t think so, buddy.” Lucifer moved to mockingly pat the other’s shoulder, ignoring the blood staining his fingers. “You’re not getting out of here that easily. If your pals the Winchesters come to save you - and if I know their bleeding hearts they will - then maybe you’ll get out of this situation you’re in, one way or another. Whether that’s by death or something else is to be determined.”

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‘ if i hear your cell-phone ringing, i’ll kill you myself. ’ / for whomstever u like?

      “Oh, good, I hate these things.” Beetlejuice poised, ready to hurl the offending little object as far as he could, before he paused, arching his eyebrows playfully. “How would you try and kill me though is the real question.”

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“So? Aren’t you going to say something?”

a nervous werewolf appears

      Kelly froze, resisting the urge to shift; he had grown old enough to unlearn the werewolf’s natural defensive reactions of shifting and either fighting or fleeing to escape a situation, but the instinct to do so never faded. Besides, he was in enough trouble as it was; this man clearly had some experience in hunting - whether supernatural or not didn’t matter - and as a scruffy, well-built man in odd dress wandering the forest at night, Kelly didn’t exactly have an upper hand in this situation.

      He cleared his throat - did that sound too much like a growl? - and raised his hands in a placating manner. “Yeah, yeah, mate. Sorry. You just spooked me’s all.”

      Think, Oz. Think of an excuse to be out here.

      “I live in town. Come out here sometimes at night to clear my thoughts; ya know they say a moonlit walk does wonders for a stressed soul.”

      Not his best work but it would have to do.

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‘ i wanted to tell you in person. ’

      Dean looked away from the hotel television, a beer midway to his lips. He hesitated, then lifted the bottle and finished it off before answering the other. “Tell me what, Ash?” He couldn’t help the easygoing curiosity colouring his voice. Clearly whatever it was had to be important; otherwise Ash would have just told him over the phone and not waited until he returned to the bunker. “Everything okay?”

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' you have to see what i see in you. ' ash missssesss deannnnn

subtle romance starters

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      Emotions meant that Dean’s brain momentarily shut off as he stared at Ash with a blank expression. Any sort of admiration did not compute unless he could play it off with roguish confidence. And that particular comment, from this particular person, definitely didn’t make that easy.

      Whiskey meant that Dean’s brain, however ill equipped to confront any sort of genuine emotion, would be less reserved and more likely to spit out some combination of words that vaguely created a sentence.

      “What you see in... me...?” There was a brief pause as Dean squinted at Ash in the hotel room, trying to make sure he had heard the other correctly. Then he laughed, quiet. “Man, there ain’t nothing in me but a fuckton of booze and a pile of nonstop bullshit agin’ me up twenty years older than I am.”

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