#ketch shut up

[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (1)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader, Dean being a douche (implied), unplanned pregnancy

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

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Designed by pain (Prologue)

One night of passion, a life-long responsibility. The words you wrote echo in your mind. It’s only a few days since you left Dean and the house, but you are already falling apart. 

You spent the better part of the drive back to your shared home being scared of the future. 

Having a baby so soon into your relationship wasn’t in your plans. Neither was it to raise the child alone. Even though you know, there is no way you’ll not love the life growing inside your body.

“Fuck, what do I do now?” You slam the door shut behind you and immediately sink to your knees. You choke out a sob and hide your face in the palms of your hands. 

Six days and Dean didn’t even try to call you, nor did he come home. 

He’s over you already, and Lisa will take your place. Maybe it never was your place. You were only a placeholder until she came back into the picture.

You grit your teeth and huff. “Fuck you, Dean Winchester.” Something breaks inside of you, and you don’t know if it’s a bad thing. 

The part of you loving Dean unconditionally already starts to fade, and the bitch in the back of your mind taking over whenever you got hurt wins the upper hand.

You straighten your back and look at the woman in the mirror staring back at you. You smirk and put your hands on your hips. “I guess this means we are going to leave and start all over again. Don’t worry little bean,” you lovingly run your hand over your belly, “we are going to fucking rock this…”

One last step and your new life can begin. This is it, the point of no return. Your life with Dean is over, and you are not even sorry anymore.

You gave him time and space to realize what he was about to lose. In the end, you and his baby weren’t important enough to him to even try to talk things out.

Even if he didn’t want to be in a relationship with you any longer, he could’ve at least tried to be a father to his child.

Now you will be a father and mother to the bean growing in your belly. You’re strong and won’t back down, or cry over spilled milk.

If you look back at this moment in a few years, you will clap your hands and cheer for yourself. You’re stronger than Dean or anyone else gave you credit for. Everyone believed you’re only the cheerful and soft girl who loves to bake cookies and dreams of marrying the man you love.

A week ago, you were this person. 

Today you are someone else. An Amazon, who will take her life in her hands and move on from a man who never loved her…

The takeoff is both exciting and terrifying. You are flying to another country, to live on another continent. Your old life will be in the past, and you can only think about the future from now on. 

Holding your old plushie in your hands, squeezing it tightly you take deep breaths. “In and out,” you tell yourself to calm your nerves. Flying always makes you nervous. This didn’t change.

“How do you like first class, Miss Y/L/N,” your new boss asks. He paid for a first-class ticket so you could talk about your new position and the house he rented for you.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you give him a quick smile. Arthur Ketch is a very polite and charming man, but you cannot appreciate him at the moment. 

“I have to thank you for accepting our job offer,” he says and dips his head to watch you nervously run your hand over your belly. “How far are you?”

“Oh—” heat creeps into your cheeks. You should’ve told him that you were pregnant before accepting his company’s offer. “I…I should’ve told you.”

“Most of our employees are mothers and fathers, Y/N. We are a family-friendly company with family-friendly work conditions. And the boss likes you, and your reputation.” He smirks now and leans closer to look at your belly.

“Do you think he’ll like that I didn’t tell them about my pregnancy? I didn’t do it on purpose. I got to know about my pregnancy only a few days ago, and I didn’t intend to accept the job offer at that time.”

“You know that I’m the boss, right?” Ketch grins. 

“You are the boss now?” Your eyes round. “Since when?”

He shrugs. “I was the one behind the job offer. Robert Singer talked highly about you when we last met. From that moment on, I wanted you to work for us. If I told you back then that I was the CEO of the BMOL you would’ve never accepted our offer.”

“So, you tricked me,” you chuckle. “Lately all men seem to lie to me.” You sigh deeply. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I didn’t want to…” You sniff. “Sorry.”

“You accepted my job offer because of a bad break-up I assume,” he pats your hand. “It’s alright, Y/N. London is the perfect place to start over. I will show you the town, and help you settle in. If you need help, I’ll be there. We care for our employees.”

“Is that a British thing?” You quirk a brow.

“It’s an Arthur Ketch thing,” he replies. “If you ask me, he’s a fool for letting you go. Sorry. Now I was the one saying inappropriate things, Y/N. You can punch me if you want to.”

“No, you’re right,” you hastily reply. “I gave him a choice, but he just gave up on us after meeting his ex-girlfriend again. The job offer was tempting, but I couldn’t imagine leaving the man I love. He made things so much easier for me. I got a new job and a new life. Maybe I should thank him for being the douche he is.”

“You deserve better,” Ketch softly says. “I know that we barely know each other, but believe me, he’s not worth a single tear. A gentleman should never make a woman cry or hurt her. Especially the one carrying his child.”

You give Ketch a sad smile. You’re embarrassed how easily he saw right through you. It wasn’t your intention to talk about your pregnancy and broken heart with your new boss.

“Y/N don’t worry. Everything we talked about today won’t leave this airplane,” he pats your hand. “If you need a friend, I’ll be there…”

Part 2

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #angst #dean winchester x you #Designed by pain (1) #au!dean winchester #tw: pregnancy

[rafecameronsslxt]

Rosaline and Alara

Dad! Rafe Cameron x Wife! Reader

Synopsis: An evening at dinner with your children and husband until Alara throws food into Rafe's hair, prompted by Rosaline. After you thought you put the kids to bed they come tumbling into your bedroom.

A/N: You guys should totally request!

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After twenty minutes of awkward talks with the waiter waiting on your indecisive toddlers who would have a tantrum if you dared order the wrong plate of food, they selected chicken tenders and fries. The uncomplicated order shouldn’t have taken so long. 

   Your children finally began eating, sitting quietly, faces getting caked with ketchup on the corners of their mouths that you wipe. “Sweetheart, just wipe their faces after.” My husband suggests, smiling at you and shaking his head. Then, finally, you return to eating the medium- well, steak on your plate. 

   A minute later, a piece of chicken tender flew across the table to Alara’s face. Alara was never one to back down; instead, she’s very competitive and vengeful for a four-year-old, which concerns you sometimes. “Rose, you cannot throw food at your sister.” You say firmly, eyeing Rafe as little giggles fall from Rosaline's lips. 

   Your four-year-old, Rosaline, commonly initiates the fights that lead to hair-pulling, screaming, and salty tears. You see Rose’s tiny hands move for a fry. “Rafe.” You warn him. He pushes the plate of food back toward Ari. “Ro, mommy says no. You can’t throw food, sweetheart.” Rafe starts sweet talking his way with Rose, which wouldn’t take much since she is a daddy’s girl. You don’t see Ari leaning on the table, grabbing a ketch-up-covered tender and throwing it into Rafe’s hair. 

   An unprompted laugh at Alara's actions catches you off-guard. Ari covers her mouth, eyes widening with every second as Rafe’s fingers meet his dirty-blonde hair and gets covered in ketchup, making his hair stick together. His jaw drops, trying not to laugh. 

   A quiet apology comes from Alara. 

   Rafe chuckles, saying it’s okay. Rose sticks her tongue out at Ari, and tears start streaming down her face. You pull Alara to your side, hugging her and glide your fingers through her wavy blonde hair. You place a kiss on the top of her head, hearing her breaths lighten and her wailing comes to an end. 

   You guessed she felt terrible for chucking a tender at her dad, and Ro pushed her over the edge. “You’ll have to pay, and I’ll take Alara to the car. Rose, do you want to come?” I give him a small smile, and he nods, wiping Rose’s hand off the red condiment. A stern no comes from Rose, saying she’ll stay with her daddy. 

   The heat is excruciating despite the sun setting, illuminating a bright orange sky. 

   You carefully sat Alara in the Disney booster car seat and buckled her up, waiting for Rafe on the passenger side of the Range Rover. You were sure these children would be the death of you and frightened for their teenage years. 

   Your eyes fall heavy until a car door shuts rather noisily. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice is soft. You rub your eyes, exhaustively waking up, mumbling, ‘It's ok.’ Rafe takes your hand, placing them on the white leather console. His rings are luminous as he makes a left turn. “Is Rosaline asleep?” You ask him, and he checks the rearview mirror. “Nope, just aimlessly staring out the window.” His thumb rubs comforting circles over my knuckles.

   You and Rafe finally have alone time once you’ve put the kids to bed. You savour the silence and being in the security of his arms. One of his hands is around your waist, the other resting on your lower back, and your head lies on his bare chest. He kisses you softly on the lips. 

   The bedroom door opens, and the children’s small figures trip to the ground. You look at your husband and laugh. “I thought we put you, troublemakers, to bed.” You hear them giggling and their footsteps, tumbling to the bed.

   Rosaline and Alara slip in between Rafe and you. “My daddy,” Rosaline states, giving you angry eyes that enunciate her pouty face and blue eyes. Alara simply cuddles close to you. You and Rafe connect your hands, crossing over your sweet kids.

#rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe fluff #obx fluff #obx fanfiction #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron

[jedipoodoo]

who needs a reason? (Echo x Reader)

I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!

Notes: Mostly fluff, mentions of Echo's PTSD in regards to explosions, Echo's insecure about his appearance.

Wrecker's love of explosions was particularly evident as Cid enlisted his and Tech's help with the fireworks display. Echo, however, was a bit more tense concerning the whole thing. It seemed that every once in a while, everyone forgot that he had quite literally been blown up.

"What would you like to do for the new year?" you asked him.

Echo rested his chin on your shoulder, "I'd really just like to get some peace and quiet, cyar'ika."

You glanced around the Parlor. Cid had a couple distinguished clients visiting tonight, the kind that preferred to keep a low profile. She was throwing this New Year's party in order to help them blend in, which meant more work for the rest of you.

"You think they'd miss us for a couple hours?" You asked as you finished cleaning the last of Cid's drinking glasses. Omega and Hunter were unloading the last of the drinks behind the bar, and Ketch and Bolo were stringing up the lights.

"You'd better not be breakin' any of my glasses, sweetheart!" Cid snapped in your direction. You rolled her eyes at her usual irritability and set down the last of the glasses.

A couple hours later, the party was in full swing. Cid's Parlor was full of people you'd met once or twice during your time on Ord Mantell.

Wrecker had found someone he could rant to about the fireworks display he'd planned, and Omega listened with rapt attention. Ketch and Bolo's brawls over the slot machines were becoming a popular form of entertainment, and you and Echo were stuck serving drinks behind the bar.

Tech and Hunter approached you two, and Echo got them their usuals.

"Cid's friends?" He asked.

"In her office. She said to come out and see if you needed any help," Hunter took a long gulp.

"We've been doing alright-"

"We could use a break," You spoke over Echo, squeezing his arm. He looked at you in surprise, but Tech just nodded. Hunter winked at you, and you pulled Echo to the exit, up the stairs, and to the streets above.

It didn't snow on Ord Mantell. Too much pollution made the planet too warm for that, so you were met with a downpour of rain. Still, it was a welcome sensation to the heavy air of the Parlor, shut up below the ground.

"You are something," Echo shook his head with a chuckle, staring up into the rain.

"Hey, you're the one who said you liked me," You shrugged.

"Huh, I guess I did, didn't I?" With a devilish grin Echo wrapped his arms around your waist, yanking you off your feet and spinning you around and out to the center of the street, where you were both caught in the pouring rain.

You shrieked with delight, begging him to spin you faster and faster. He stumbled once, and set you down before you could trip and fall into one of the puddles nearby.

"Well, we're here now, what do we do?" Echo asked, taking both of your hands in his.

You looked up and down the empty the street. The rain prevented people from bringing their celebrations outside, and Wrecker might have to cancel his beloved fireworks display.

"We should head inside," You chuckled sheepishly. Strands of your hair were starting to stick to your face.

Hand in hand, the two of you ran through the rain to the Marauder, where you both changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat together on Echo's bunk.

"Think the others will come looking for us?" He asked. He was holding your hand again, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles.

"Who cares? Cid's people showed up, she won't mind."

Echo nodded, satisfied with your reasoning. You scooted closer, draping your legs across his lap and resting your forehead against his.

"You're so pretty," You whispered.

"Shut up," He chuckled immediately. You gently smacked his shoulder.

"I mean it!" You said.

Echo still chuckled, "Can you at least tell me what parts of me you think are pretty?"

You cocked one eyebrow at the challenge.

"Your loyalty."

Echo snorted. "My sense of loyalty...is pretty?"

"Hush," You hissed, "It's very attractive, and it totally makes me weak in the knees."

"Okay," Echo chuckled again, and his scomp arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

"You don't take kark from anyone. You know your own value, and it's immensely beautiful."

"I thought you said I was pretty," He teased.

"You can be pretty and beautiful!" You insisted. You took his cheeks in your hands so that he could sense the weight of your sincerity.

"And your eyes," You said at last, tracing his cheekbone with your finger. Echo had no snarky comment for that one.

"They're so bright, so full of life. They're so warm, and they make me feel safe."

Echo's breath stuttered in his throat as he stared up at you. It was like he was seeing you for the first time.

Your nose brushed against his. "Do I need a reason to think that you're pretty?" you whispered timidly.

Echo's hand came up behind your neck, "Maybe not. But...it does feel good to hear it from you."

You ducked your head to hide a smile as your lips brushed against his cheeks, "I'll tell you anytime you want me to."

Echo hummed happily, "Thanks, cyar'ika."

A tinny chime echoed through the hold, and the two of you jumped up, worried that someone else had returned to the ship. But it was just the ship's chronometer, letting you know that it was officially midnight.

"Well, Happy New Year?" Echo laughed off his nerves.

"Happy New Year," You laughed, hiding for face in his chest for a moment. Echo gently tilted your chin upwards to look at him.

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"Hmm...do you need a reason for that one too?"

Echo shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face, "Never."

His lips claimed yours, and the only rumbling to reach your ears was the rain thrumming against the hull of the ship.

Only two more days until Bad Batch Season Two!

#lizart writes #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #tbb x reader #echo #arc trooper echo #arc trooper echo x reader #tbb echo #the bad batch echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #new year's kiss

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

You're Beautiful

Arthur ketch x Insecure! reader

Summary: Y/n is feeling insecure and Ketch isn't really helping with how she feels by flirting with Mary Winchester

Warning: Feeling Insecure, angst, with fluff at the end.

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You and Arthur have been in a relationship for two years now, not a public relationship of course, If anyone from the British Men of Letters even found out about your relationship. One of you will be terminated immediately.

But, you can't ignore how he is publically flirting with Mary Winchester.

You could feel your blood boil watching them flirt across the room. Mary trying to play it off but you can tell she was enjoying it. Ketch gives all of his corny jokes and smiles.

What does bloody Mary Winchester have that you don't?

When you said that sentence to yourself, you could hear another voice telling you all kinds of things that she has and you don't. She is a better fighter, prettier than you, and has everything you don't. I am not like her.

You didn't realize that in the middle of the meeting you had tears falling down your face, Ketch looking straight at you. Worried.

You wipe the tears off your face and walk out the door. No words were spoken to anyone. But, you could feel his eyes watching your every move.

you walk down the hallway, head down. you can't let anyone see how weak you are.

You finally reached my quarters, closed the door behind me, and immediately fell on your knees sobbing. You wish you could be as strong as that woman, maybe Ketch would actually talk to you more. Mary was a pretty woman, you cannot even deny that.

you know your self-worth, but why can't you just be her? She is so tiny, barely wears makeup, and most of all she is a strong woman.

Everything you are not.

A knock at your door breaks your train of thought, you wipe the tears that were on your face and stand behind the door. "Who is it?" your voice even sounded like you were crying.

"It's Arthur, can I come in?"

Of course, it has to be him. you take a deep breath, walk away from the door to the bed, and sit. "Yes."

Arthur opens the door slowly like he would during a hunt if he feared something might attack him. His eyes finally landed on you and he shut the door. "What is wrong my love?"

You could fill the anger in you and move throughout your body, all the frustrations you have felt today, "What's wrong? You came in here to ask me what's wrong?" you laugh, trying to hide all your anger. You have to show him Your not weak. "Nothing is wrong Ketch, why don't you go back. and talk to your American barbie girl?"

Ketch looks at you confused, "You mean Mary? My love, you got it all wrong." He made his way closer to you and you put your hand out, your eyes already stinging with more tears threatening to fall.

"Two years Ketch, We have been together two years. Two bloody years. You think nothing is wrong when you are FLIRTING WIH HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!" You could feel my anger was now out, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Y/n, love cal-" Ketch couldn't get his sentence off before you lash out once more.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Tears were streaming down your face, your eyes looking directly at his. "Go be with her!" Ketch's face changed once you said those words.

"Why would I want to be with her? When I got everything I want with you." Ketch explained, you tried to speak once more but his hand went up basically telling you to shush, "I don't know why you are being like this. Why? Do you not trust me?"

You look down now, Of course, you trusted him. But, Mary... you don't trust her at all. You feel like she could take him away from you. Because of how different we are.

"I do trust you...But, I don't trust her." you mumbled, "She is so much more interesting than me, stronger than me, she is even bloody prettier than me." you wipe the tears that are falling down my face.

Ketch kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands gently with one hand, using the other to tilt your face to look up at him and wipe your tears, "My love. You are so much better than her. In every way. Don't let your mind tell you all of those lies. You are beautiful, You are strong. You are one of the strongest women I know. I mean, who can spar with me and take me down almost with ease?"

You giggle at his words, "I can."

Ketch smiles at me, "No need to worry about Mary Winchester. But I do apologize for flirting with her. I am trying to get her more on our side so we can end all this rubbish and return home. I didn't realize how that made you feel my love, please forgive me."

You smile at Ketch, nodding your head in the process.

"I forgive you."

#supernatural #spn fandom #spn #spnfamily #spn cast #arthur ketch #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural headcanon #supernatural imagine #supernatural smut #arthur ketch x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dating sam winchester would include #dating dean winchester would include #Britsh men of letter #ff #smut

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

What I love about Metatron is he doesn't wait for Dean's moment to finish. He just stabbed Dean right away. The moment with the blade music playing and Dean trying to summon it to his hand

Also how is Crowley ignoring Sam's summons? God. Sam blames Crowley for everything. Yikes, like have you met your brother, Sam? Nobody forced Dean to take that mark

Sam also has an inability to put himself in other people's shoes. It is painful to watch the main characters have no empathy

Arthur Ketch may be a psychopath, but he actually has empathy. Arthur didn't hold a grudge against them, because he knew Sam & Dean were soldiers on the opposite side of the war. He didn't see it as unfair that Sam and Dean fought back. He didn't get on a high and mighty horse, being offended by his enemies putting up a fight

Empathy is asking yourself, if someone were trying to kill me, and I tried other tactics to get them to stop, and none of those tactics were working, but maybe the tactic of using their loved ones to get them to stop might work? Would I try that tactic or would I just roll over and let them kill me?

I don't even blame Abaddon for fighting back! Was it her fault she got herself into that mess? Sure. But self-defence is literally a normal reaction. I'm glad she lost, but I don't blame her for trying to kill Dean. Not everything she did was understandable [ the same goes for Crowley ] but some things, like telekinetically putting Dean into a wall were. Like okay yeah you got yourself into this mess but it would be irrational if you just sat there and let yourself get killed

Arthur Ketch understood that, and that's why he told Sam and Dean "we were soldiers on opposite sides of a war"

I love the villains because as Crowley said to Castiel "I know what I am"

I love the villains because they don't take it personally when their opponents use whatever means necessary to try and beat them

The only time Crowley got upset about Sam and Dean trying to cure him and imprisoning him

I wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you two. You shoot me up. You make me a junkie. You keep me stashed away for months while my kingdom falls apart?!

was because he was trying to get out of the dungeon. He was hoping to make them feel pity, so that they would let him sit in the sitting room with them rather than in the dungeon. Obviously it worked

But if Crowley used his demon blood to turn Sam or Dean into a demon. Like if there was a demon equivalent of the demon to human cure? But Crowley wasn't able to finish just like Sam didn't finish? Sam would absolutely rant at Crowley for trying to turn him into a demon. Sam would rant just because he's mad

Crowley only got mad and complained about them injecting him with human blood, because he was trying to get out of the dungeon. He doesn't go around ranting about his enemies fighting him just for the sake of ranting

Sam and Dean were fighting back, by trying to shut the gates, against the demons who are making demon deals to lure people to Hell or just killing and torturing humans just because. Before human blood Crowley was making those deals too, so I get why Sam and Dean were trying to stop that and I also get why Crowley was fighting back against their fighting back

Crowley hated that they were trying to kill and lock him away, but he didn't take it personally, because he understood that if positions were reversed, he would have done the same

When he did rant about it in 9x16, it's not because he was actually *that* upset about it. He just wanted to be out of the dungeon and hoped that complaining would get them to think "ugh fine then you can sit in the sitting room with us 🙄"

The villains or the antagonist are the least likely to be hypocritical

It's why I love them

#crowley spn #dean critical #sam critical #metatron #spn 9x16 #arthur ketch #abaddon spn #supernatural

[guestgirl-soulcollector]

I met Neko Zombie today...I think it went well?

So ummm hi again, sorry I haven't been posting much. I was collecting herbs.

I met up with Neko Zombie today, like Judgement Boy told me to. I was confused when I saw him at first. He looked like a normal cat, only his eyes, mouth, ears and limbs were sewn shut with thick stiches. His eyes were red as cherries. He wore a torn blue and red sweater with the name "Jack Ketch" embroidered on it. he had a quiet and careful tone.

Neko Zombie: You must be the new guest...I'm Neko Zombie, who are you?

Me: Kaycee

Neko Zombie detached his leg cuff and walked over to me, clearly intrigued by my presence.

Neko Zombie: Kaycee, huh? Well it's nice to meet you, Kaycee...You've been around Judgement Boy, haven't you?

Me: Yes, how'd you know?

Neko Zombie: You're not the first he's made a deal with, and something tells me that you won't be the last...He has a unique calling card...Look at your left arm.

I did, and I wish I didn't...It was a bite mark, a gruesome one at that. It had started to scare already. I could see the imprints of his sharp teeth in my skin with two hole where his fangs have pierced my flesh. I gasped in horror

Neko Zombie: That lawyer always bites his clients...But not in the same spot, I once saw one with a bite on his neck...However, this isn't the normal hard bite he usually does...It's softer...He must really care about you more than he did with the others...But why? What makes you so...special?

That question...It felt so surreal hearing it, as if it was a locked memory. But before I could process an answer to his question, his ears pricked up as two voices spoke. One voice was feminine and seductive, the other voice was masculine and fearful.

Seductive voice: Tee he he~ I heard that...So that new guest's collecting souls?

Fearful voice: I-I think so...But why her? You don't think she's special, do you?

Seductive voice: Whatever the reason, I think it's time for a blood sample~

Fearful voice: Sure...S-sure...I'm running late, I have to go!

I heard their footsteps grow more distant before Neko Zombie started to speak again

Neko Zombie: Those two...I guess collecting the lost soul won't be that easy...

Me: Wait, who were they?

Neko Zombie: The female voice is your next best target, I suggest leaving the male voice until you've finished dealing with her...I think it's time you meet the last person you have to today...Go to your room and sleep, he'll meet you there...

I was confused, another ally? I did as I was told and slept...

I saw who Neko Zombie was talking about. The sound of chiming bells tickled my ears. A cloaked skeleton wearing a navy blue cap floated up to me. His hair both grey and brown. His hat embroidered with a small Swedish flag. His cloak was jet black and held closed by a few golden pins. He held a scythe in his hands as he spoke with a jersey accent.

Swedish Skeleton: Come on now! Throw away all dem worries!

Me: ...What the?

Swedish Skeleton: Ah! New gal, I'm guessin'? Come closer, I don't- MOTHER OF HORUSHO, LOOK AT YOUR ARM!

Me: Oh, this?

Swedish Skeleton: Come 'ere, let me just...I-I'm sorry, despite having a job around dead things I'm a little squeamish. Just PLEASE hide that bite when I'm around.

I hid my arm around my back to stop him from complaining about the bite mark. He calmed down afterwards.

Swedish Skeleton: Thanks...My name is Death by the way, In case you couldn't tell, what's yours?

Me: Kaycee...

Death smiled a little bit, or I think it was a smile. He drifted closer to me.

Death: Let me guess? A certain scale's property?

Me: Yep

Death: I've been gettin' a lot of those lately, don't know why. I'm assumin' you know what I'm after.

I pulled out the two souls I've collected so far, his eyes lit up. I handed them over to Death.

Death: Come to papa! Good job, Kaycee! Now get some rest, you'll have a long day tomorrow

I felt hopeful, yet...Those words, they echoed to me...What did make me special?

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#gregory horror show #ghs #guest girl #in character #((Chapter 1: I am the Soul Collector - Night 1 Part 1: Never Look Back)) #((Hint for the scrambled mess at the bottom of the post: There a keyword in there somewhere-It might help)) #The Trial of Kaycee Niles #TTOKN

[lover-girl-estxx]

Best friend

Part 1

(B25)

*not my gif*

I sat at the club booth with my knees to my chest and drink in my hand. I watched across the dance floor dancing with a girl. Nick was my best friend we met in middle school and have been with each other at the hip since, with that of course I had got a crush. Nick was so sweet and thoughtful and always there for me, it also helped that he was very cute.

"you okay?" Nate yelled over the music I nodded he sat next to me "you sure?" He said in my ear "yeah go have fun" he wrapped his arm around me I laid my head on his chest still seeing Nick out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm gonna go you guys enjoy yourselves" I said sitting up "your not gonna walk back to the hotel by yourself?" "I'll be fine. Promise, I'll text you when I get there" Nate nodded I got up and walked to the door. "What are you going?" Nick asked coming outside I took the joint out of my mouth "back to the hotel" "why?" "Just don't feel it" I shrugged "Nick you coming back?" The girl asked, Nick looked to me "go" I smiled he nodded and opened the or going back in.

I showered then went to my hotel bed I sighed wrapping my arms around my knees. I was watching some rerun of a show on the small TV when a knock came to the door. I slowly and unsurely got up from the bed going to look through the peephole Nate. I opened it "what's up?" "You didn't text scared the shit out of me" "sorry" "can I come in?" I yawned "sure".

He sat on the edge of the bed "what's going on with you lately? We're on a trip and you left the club early it's our one night out before his fight" he said looking up at me I crossed my arms. Nate knew me you couldn't be best friends with one Diaz and not the other the only difference, was Nate is like my brother I never had a crush on him nor a drunken kiss or one flirty conversation.

"I just-" I sighed "come on" he tapped the bed, which I sat next to him. "I like Nick" "that's what's wrong?!" "Yeah" "I know you like him" "you do?" "Yeah pretty obvious" I sighed falling back on the bed "it's stupid" "it's not stupid" "yes it is like a middle school thing" "who cares" "I do I can't tell him and you can't either" "I won't but you should tell him" I shook my head "it would mess everything up" "he shrugged it's worth a shot".

| Nick's POV l

Y/n walked away from the club, I went back inside with the girl I was with. Not 15 minutes later did Nate get up moving to the door "where are you going now?" I asked "going to the hotel y/n was supposed to text me when she got back" "want me to go?" "no it's fine your busy" he said slightly rolling his eyes "what?" "nothing" he scoffed a laugh shaking his head.

a hour or two later I walked back into my hotel room, me and Nate were sharing a room he wasn't there no where to be found. I sighed and walked around the hall to Y/ns room lightly, Nate opened the door "oh hey" I said "whats up?" he said half asleep "I just wanted to know where you were, Y/n okay?" "yeah shes fine we were watching a movie must have fallen asleep" "what were you guys doing?" he sighed "i just said watching a movie" "well come on" "i'll just stay here" "with her?" "no shit...why do you care? you were with a chick all night, she more than likely waiting for you" "she is not....Whats up with you are you two mad at me?" "we're fine just get some sleep with have breakfast then training in the morning" "your gonna stay and sleep with her?" "theres another bed goodnight" he shut the door. 'I should be the one in there with her'.

"hey!" Y/n smiled lightly sitting down for breakfast Nate behind her "hey" I lightly said "you guys stay together last night" Jake asked "you just watched a movie" Y/n said with a shrug "i'll bet" "shut up Jake" I said taking a sip of my coffee. Y/n's thumb came to my cheek "sorry you had ketch up on your face" she giggled "thanks" I smiled slightly. "what are you gonna do while we're training or are you coming?" Richard asked her "I think i'm gonna go shopping I need something to wear for the fight tomorrow" "by yourself?" I asked "i'm gonna meet a friend" I nodded.

| Y/ns POV | "he was hanging out with a girl last night" I said going through the clothing rack "you can't blame him for that" April said "i know but it's hard not too, still upset me" "its fine for it to upset you, but it can't make you upset at him" "where'd you hear that" she shrugged. "you should get a dress" "I never wear dresses" "exactly give him a wow" I chuckled "fine".

I came out in a red short dress "I like it" April said "it's kinda loud" "try the purple" I grabbed it and walked back in the dressing room. This one was even shorter but the stain dark purple looked better than the red one. "I love that one so much you have to!" she said I looked in the mirror "yeah?" "yes! lets grab heels!".

I brought both heels and a dress both in the bag I held, "hes gonna love it" I shrugged "hopefully" I smiled "he will you'll have a man by the end of the weekend" I rolled my eyes walking into the lunch spot. "whats in the bag?" Nick asked as I walked into the lobby and he wrapped his arm around me "you'll find out tomorrow!" "oh yeah?" I nodded.

#ufc #nick diaz #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz x reader #nick diaz imagines #ufc x reader

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Shut up Ketch. You're not even British.

#spn liveblog #when does he pretend to be his pwn evil twin #i need that riverdale shit

[ihatedean]

we finished ep10 and i neeeed to say some shit.

of course they'd bring missouri back just to kill her. i'm the idiot for believing they'd actually do something fun with her.

i've only had jack for 9 episodes and i would genuinely die for him. not even joking. he's the only good thing to come out of the bunker era. also. mama bear sam??? wow. i don't know how i feel about dean yet- i know he grows fond of jack later, but i don't think i've ever seen him treat anybody like this. at least not people who didn't deserve it... it's weird.

oh god. they did that for me actually. my cringe little girl. he looks soooo dumb and its so so hot. i love the boots. i love it when he cosplays. i love that they had absolutely NO privacy in that motel. wow.

4. i want ketch gone. not in a "ohhh he's so evil i want him gone!" way. it's a "please please erase everything BMOL-related from existence" way. i don't like him, the only thing he brings to the table so far is mentioning rowena. but i genuinely hope he's here just for a few episodes until something kills him.

5.e8.... happened. i guess it was....... different. e9 and... uh. dinosaurs? i HATED the camera movement, though. there's that.

6. what the fuck was up with dean forcing kaia to get in the car. holy fuck. i know we're supposed to believe its because he's doing whatever he can to bring his mother back but.... jesus. he just. wouldn't do that. it was genuinely devastating to see him act like that- it crossed too many lines.

7. holy fuck. holy fuck WAYWARD SISTERS. ugh, so many feelings. we could not shut up while watching. it was sooo much fun and such a cool way to get the girls together!! i love that you can tell they have different dynamics w each other- it feels real. there's a gentleness in claire that she shows to the "new girls" of the gang, cool big-sister vibes that she uses to calm them down, ease them into it. and another one, deeper, reserved just for her sister alex. when alex and claire are talking you can FEEL the years of growing up together. they've said some nasty things to each other, you just know it. and yeah i ship it. but: it does sting that they've been building all these great female characters who are strong and funny and smart and caring, and then proceeded to give them an episode that felt.... ugh, i don't know. i hate the word performative, but i just wish it had been treated with more seriousness? like. give them a scary looking monster, at least. let them look messy. i couldn't stop looking at claire's perfectly curled hair throughout the whole episode. they're beautiful women, i already know that, they would look pretty even if you roughen them up, i promise. it felt like the show kept repeating "wow these women are BAD-ASS, right? right!? they shoot guns!" in a way that they never needed to with jo or ellen or fuck, jody. one look at ellen and i was straightening my back, man. i miss that. i miss characters that didn't need to show their scars to show how bad-ass they are.

Anyways. I hated season 12. But it was something. And it showed the hunter world outside of Sam and Dean, something I missed a lot. With season 13 I can officially say I'm just here to watch Jensen Ackles' mouth moving. That's it. Asmodeus might have been a fun character for a video game. I hate him in this show. I want Mary gone, or at least I want someone to remember who Mary Winchester is and write her as such. Kevin was there for a moment, that was cool. Mark Pellegrino was not paid enough.

#lb #spn season 13 #spn 13x03 #spn 13x06 #spn 13x07 #spn 13x08 #spn 13x09 #spn 13x10 #first time watch #what even is supernatural at this point #im doing a re-watch too so it hurts even more

[demiclar]

Volatile

Volatile - Ao3

On the fourth anniversary of Cayde's death, the Guardian goes to Drifter seeking comfort.

The Guardian didn’t see it coming until the day was almost over. They didn’t realize why today was any different from another day, they didn’t understand why it deserved a second thought. They didn’t understand why today was any different than yesterday until they exited a mission report to the Vanguard database and the realization slammed into them. The late Hunter Vanguard’s face looked up at them from the home page of the database, unblinking, his obituary linked below. Guilt became a living, breathing thing that had taken residence in their core and it clawed its way up to wrap around their throat and all they could do was flip the data tablet they’d been holding to face down, the face of their old friend disappearing from their sight, but lingering in their mind.

They couldn’t push the thoughts to the back of their mind. They needed to repel an attack on the Ketch, with Spider and Mithrax and Drifter on comms, they needed to focus, but they couldn’t. How hadn’t they realized until now? How had the knowledge slipped away from them so much? It felt like they’d stepped back into that walk of life they’d been caught in four years ago, lawlessness and piracy reigning supreme. They shrugged off the weight of the Vanguard and the order that they normally answered to, the rules that normally defined their engagements. It was just as it had been after Cayde had died, when they bit their tongue and didn’t snap about the moral injustices they saw raging around them because they had bigger things to deal with. They liked it as much now as they had then, and they were eager to get off the ketch as soon as they could.

Drifter was waiting for them when their ship dropped them off in the annex. They’d come down here to avoid the noise and bustle of the hangar, and the open light of the courtyard, but part of them wanted to see the rogue, too. He was leaning against the wall at the entrance to the hallway that would lead up to his little shop, and their eyes met from across the distance between them. The Guardian couldn’t hold his eyes.

They made their way towards him, and Drifter walked by their side as they made their way back towards his shop. The grate was already drawn shut, but he unlocked it for them, drawing it open and allowing them inside. He shut it behind them and the Guardian turned, standing in the middle of the space like they were stranded in the ocean. They met Drifter’s gaze with tired eyes. 

“I figured out what day it is.” They told him weakly, and Drifter nodded, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Was wondering when that was gonna hit.” He told them. He jerked his chin and they followed him to a table tucked into the back of the space. He pushed aside a pile of data tablets and scraps of paper, and they seated themselves on heavy crates he’d drawn up to serve as chairs. “You wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know.” The Guardian breathed.

When they’d first seen the picture, they’d felt nothing. Cayde had been their friend, and losing him had been hard. Their grief had taken a long time to process, unhealthy coping mechanisms giving way to real catharsis and slow healing. It felt like it had taken them ages to finally get over their emotions, but all of that felt so far away now. They’d stared at the picture for a long moment and their brain had supplied them with information like it would in any scenario. That was Cayde, he’d been their mentor. He’d died in their arms and they’d brought his killers to justice. They’d waded through the emotional toll of the consequences of their actions. That much was over now. 

But after that, after they hadn’t felt gut-wrenching sadness and the bone deep ache that had seemed to haunt their every move on the Tangled Shore. They’d felt guilt. Cayde had died in their arms. They’d heard his last words with their very ears, felt the heat of his oils seeping into their armor. Their ears had rung with the raspyness of his coughs, they’d stared into his eyes as the light faded from them. Why did they feel nothing? How could they? 

It felt like an insult to everything he was, everything they’d known and loved that the Guardian could look at him, could know full well he’d died on this day four years ago and they felt nothing. 

The guilt had been more painful than the grief. And they’d had to rush into battle immediately after. They couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything, they just had to fight like they’d always been made to and that had hurt more than seeing the picture had. This battle they didn’t quite believe in, this struggle they didn’t understand. 

“You doin’ okay with it?” Drifter asked, leaning towards them over the table. The Guardian shrugged.

“I don’t know.” They said again, because were they? They didn’t feel sad, but they couldn’t hope to explain the flood of tumultuous emotions running through their body. They didn’t know how they were doing or what they were feeling. They didn’t know if they were okay.

Drifter leaned back a little, and he crossed his arms on the table’s surface, like he was settling in to wait for them. The Guardian let out their breath in a quiet sigh. 

“I feel guilty.” They said at last, lifting their eyes to his.

“Because you survived?” 

They pressed their lips together. The sentiment was one they were familiar with. In the time immediately after Cayde’s death, they’d grappled with the fact that they were alive—that they were falling to ruin and losing their grip on just about everything they thought made them who they were—and Cayde was dead. They’d wished it had been the other way around, wished they’d given their life so that Cayde might live. It had been more than just their guilt, though. At times it had been a selfish desire, but they shook their head to Drifter.

“No.” They murmured. “Because I didn’t realize. I didn’t remember why today was special and I just forgot about all of it. Even when I finally realized and I saw his picture on the Vanguard database, I didn’t feel sad, I just felt guilty that I’d forgotten.”

Their breathing had quickened, and they pressed their hands against the edge of the table, drawing in a deep breath. 

“He died in my arms. That’s not something I should forget, ever.”

Drifter’s face pinched into a frown, and he reached out across the table to set a hand on their arm.

“It’s been four years.” He told them quietly. “You’re allowed to move on. It doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten about him, or that he meant anything less to you.”

The Guardian pressed their head into their palm, but they nodded.

“I know, and you’re right, but what makes it worse is that Cayde really isn’t what I’m worried about right now.” They pressed their middle finger and thumb into their temples, leaning onto their elbow. “I think about him for a little while but I always start thinking about something else. I’m worried about Crow. And Spider. He shouldn’t be here.”

“I know, kid.” Drifter promised. 

As soon as the Guardian had realized where Drifter intended to take Spider, they’d opened up a private channel to the rogue and snapped at him about the decision for nearly half an hour. It had taken Drifter a painstakingly long time to convince them why they needed Spider for the time being, but they were worried about Crow, and about the Eliksni Spider would no doubt be taking advantage of during his time in the Bonza district. To introduce a kingpin into the City’s most vulnerable population? It was a recipe for exploitation and ruin. The Guardian knew it, even if they could use Spider, even if he was an asylum seeker and it was the City’s responsibility to provide him with amnesty given they’d set the precedent for aiding Eliksni after they’d taken in the House of Light. It didn’t nullify the Guardian’s suspicions, and it didn’t make them want to tear Spider’s head from his shoulders any less.

“You feel guilty for moving on?” Drifter’s voice pulled them from their thoughts. The Guardian nodded.

“There are a lot of people that remember Cayde differently than I do.” They murmured. “They think I shouldn’t accept Crow, that I shouldn’t have rescued him from Spider, or that I should have killed him to finish what I started. I know Cayde wouldn’t want that, but I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it, for letting go of what Uldren did and realizing that maybe a revenge quest wasn’t the best idea.”

“Hey, you did a lot of good taking down that lunatic when you did.” Drifter cut in. “The Reef wouldn’t have been able to stabilize itself without Uldren in the ground.” Drifter’s tone suddenly softened. “But killing for revenge rarely seems to accomplish what folks think it will.”

The Guardian felt themself go silent, and Drifter let out a slow sigh, reaching over the table to hold their shoulder. 

“Listen, kid. You don’t deserve to feel guilty for moving on, but I get why you do.” He squeezed their shoulder. “Anything that traumatic is bound to leave a mark, we both know it did. Even if healing is what you want, realizing that you’re doing it can be hard to process. It feels like you’re letting him go, like he’s suddenly not important to you, but that’s not true.”

He looked the Guardian in the eyes, giving them a sympathetic smile. “You’re allowed to heal, Guardian. It doesn’t make anyone worth anything less, you hear? You’d better listen because I’ve known a lot of people and you’re the most self-sacrificing piece of shit I’ve ever met.” He pushed their shoulder lightly, and the Guardian laughed quietly. “You’re worth a hell of a lot, and you don’t deserve to be guilty for healing.” His hand slipped to the back of their neck, holding them with surprising tenderness. “Believe me, Hero. Trust.”

#destiny 2 #destcember2022 #destcember #destiny drifter #destiny guardians #destiny fanfiction #demiwrites

[nerdlifecentralsblog]

Unknown Secrets [4] - repost

Summary: The reader is confronted by the Winchesters, angels, and British Men of Letters. They are still suspicious of y/n but they let them go home to rest. Y/n instead seeks answers at an old friend’s home and tries to work out what to do next.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel, Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,742

Warnings: n/a, reader has a small anxiety attack but nothing crazy :)

A/N: Hello y'all! Thank you so much for this support and patience. I’ve been at college for a while and my dad also passed away so this chapter is out wayyyy later than I anticipated, but here it is! Hope you enjoy <3

The click of the Impala’s doors jars me from my racing thoughts, Cas glances my way and quickly opens his door, getting out of the car. I’m still feeling the effects of passing out, so hopefully, Cas doesn’t just leave me here in case I faint again. Luckily, he walks around the car to my side, carefully opens my door, and helps me out.

“Do you need any help walking, y/n?” Cas asks while watching me hold onto Baby for support.

“I think I just need a second to get my balance back.” Part of me wants to just accept his help and walk back in to get whatever is going to happen over with, but I need a moment to prepare myself since Gabriel clearly didn’t want me to hear what he had to say.

“Let’s get this over with I guess.” I start walking towards the hotel room, still a bit shaky but Cas is right by my side in case I faint again, or if I tried to run I guess.

“Why do you say that?” Cas asks, focusing his eyes forward.

I scoff, “It’s pretty obvious, Cas,” I say looking at him, “your brother clearly has some kind of issue with me and didn’t want me around to hear what he has to say about me.” Cas slowly nods his head and keeps facing forward.

We reach the front door which Cas opens, stepping to the side and letting me walk in first. It’s very obvious that whatever Gabriel had said made everyone uncomfortable, even Mick and Ketch were looking at me like I was a killer or something. Since Gabe has since occupied my spot on the bed, I instead opted for the chair next to the door.

The atmosphere is so tense, I feel like I can hardly breathe. “So, what the hell, Gabriel?” I say, with zero response. Cas shuts the door and locks it, standing right behind my chair, as though I could actually go anywhere right now.

“We need to ask you some questions, y/n.” Ketch offers, making brief eye contact with me then looking back at the floor.

“Alright, well what kind of questions other than are you secretly hiding Asmodeus’ kid - which I am not by the way,” I say, looking up at Cas, still pissed at both him and his dramatic brother.

“We need to know everything that you remember, every last detail no matter how dumb or insignificant,“ Dean says.

"But I already-”

“And don’t say "I already told you everything, please believe me!” Because that’s clearly not true, alright?“ Gabriel interjects, standing swiftly from the bed, every word dripping with anger. I look into his eyes, hurt vivid in the whiskey color, stabbing at my heart till my eyes begin to water.

I look down at the floor, knowing everyone’s eyes will hold the same hurt and distrust. "I swear, on my life, that I have told you everything,” I say, voice shaking and on the verge of crying or passing out again. I wish I hadn’t bothered on this hunt in the first place. “And if you still don’t want to believe me, then fine don’t,” I say looking back up to Gabriel. Nothing changes in his eyes, Sam sighs and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

“Y/n?” Ketch asks. I glance at him but I can’t read him at all, I look back to the floor and lean into the side of my chair. “You’re sure that is everything you remember?” I nod and keep looking at the floor.

I can’t stand the anxiety creeping up, the image of Gabriel’s hate-filled eyes filling my vision. I can’t exactly blame him though, if I was sure that someone in front of me was the child of a monster that tortured me for months, I’d want them dead too. “Oh god, does everyone here want me dead then? I mean, I understand Sam and Dean not immediately believing me, but Ketch and Mick surely don’t”. I vaguely hear some footsteps walking towards me.

I realize it’s Mick as he crouches down and gently takes my hands in his. “It’s alright, ” he says, “look at me when I say this, okay?” I take a shaky breath and look at Mick, seeing years of trust and friendship in his face.

“The reason why we keep asking you is because when you were unconscious, whatever you were seeing or dreaming about, it had to do with Asmodeus…” I feel my chest tighten, I had thought it was just some twisted nightmare or my brain reacting oddly with the information I heard before I passed out. I don’t even know how to respond.

“Anything you wanna say that would clear this up?” Dean asks. Though it sounds more like a command than a question really, not that it matters anymore, at this point I’m at these people’s mercy.

“I’m one hundred percent sure, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I don’t even bother meeting anyone’s eyes out of both guilt and exhaustion, I should just go home at this point. “There isn’t a way for me to prove it, but I seriously am lost on what you guys are talking about at this point. So unless you want to tell me what happened, I’m feeling pretty shitty so it’d be great if I could just go home and rest, that okay with you?” It’s silent for a moment, and I look up to see Sam and Dean locked in a stare.

Sam slowly nods and so do Dean and Castiel. I shakily stand, and Ketch offers to help me to my car. I roll my eyes, “Gotta still keep an eye on me huh?”

“You did faint, twice so yeah I’ll stick with watching out for you.” I nod and give a weak goodbye to everyone and grab my jacket, keys safely inside and walk out the door, Ketch following close behind.

“You know I believe you right, y/n?” Ketch says, offering his arm for me to hold onto. I truly don’t deserve him or Mick, especially risking their reputations for helping me out. I hope that whatever I saw has a logical explanation for once. I hold onto his arm, his other hand coming up to gently hold mine, a reassuring gesture that calms my nerves.

“I’m glad you do, it means the world to me,” He hums in thought, “Just wish everyone else would I guess.” The rest of the walk to my truck is quiet, an odd occurrence with Ketch but welcome nonetheless.

“Thank you, Ketch, for believing me and everything,” I say as I climb into the driver’s seat. He only smiles and tells me to be safe but my mind is already somewhere else, as I watch him walk back towards the motel room, I think of options on how to handle this situation. I just lied to four strong hunters, an angel, and an archangel.

And if I came clean now I think it would only make things worse, maybe an old friend can help this whole thing get better and not worse.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The light ring of her doorbell draws me out of my thoughts, I certainly hope she’s home, the only other person I could go hideout with is - “No, I’m not hiding,” I need information before jumping to dangerous conclusions “I’m searching for other possibilities.” The only other people I could ask about this are Mick and Ketch, and I doubt that would go over well.

The front door clicks open, and Rowena immediately envelopes me in a hug. “I haven’t seen you in far too long, y/n! How have you been?” I smile and hug her tightly, thank god she’s home.

“I’ve been good! You’re right it has been too long. Um, could I come in for a second?” Her smile falters for barely a moment, confusion clear on her features.

“Of course, dear. Are you alright?” I swiftly walk inside her apartment and turn to face her.

“Can you promise me that whatever happens, you won’t tell Sam or Dean anything?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, did they do something I should know about?” Rowena asks, raising her chin with an air of confidence and protectiveness.

I merely hold my head in my hands, my elbows resting on my stomach, and pause a moment, wondering how to break the news. “Do you remember doing a spell for the Winchesters a while ago? One that had to do with Asmodeus?”

“Yes I do, took me a few tries to get it just right but it got them a location for the demon. I heard you were helping them in this case, is that why you’re here?”

“Well yes and no. I was helping them on this case, but they didn’t ask me to come visit you,” I turn around and walk further into her home, taking a seat on one of her armchairs. “I had a weird vision and I don’t know what it means but long story short, the Winchesters, Castiel, Gabriel, and possibly Mick all think I’m the nephidemon they’re after.”

I look up at Rowena, hoping for her to keep this secret. We’ve helped each other out of rough spots before, I’m sure she can do it again.

“Okay, tell me about this vision of yours.” She states without judgment, taking the seat across from me.

I told her everything I can remember, and everything that happened after in the hotel. At some point in my retelling, she gets up and makes a quick drink for us both. Smells strongly of cinnamon but tastes more like a kind of tea.

Rowena takes her seat across from me again and cautiously says, “I don’t mean to add anything negative to an already distressing situation, but that vision sounds a lot more like an old memory resurfacing.” I nod, I already had a feeling that was the answer but hearing from her makes it so much more real. “I’m assuming you didn’t tell any of the boys about this memory,” I nod again, “And you’re needing a place to lay low for a bit?” A knowing smile gracing her face.

“That would be the best thing right now, Rowena. Thank you.” She smiles and waves her hand in a shooing motion.

“It’s no problem at all, I do love your company.” I laugh and fully relax for the first time since I left the motel today.

“Is it possible for you to do the spell again, but with the map only showing this city to see if I’m the thing Sam and Dean are hunting? Otherwise, it’s probably back in my town and I’d rather be sure.”

Rowena sighs and glances away for a moment, “That spell used a lot of rare ingredients so it would take a little finessing, of course, you’re welcome to stay here while you figure everything out.”

“Thank you so much, Ro, I owe you one.”

“Make it two,” she says, a playful smile evident.

“Deal. I just hope they don’t try to find out where I am right now. I told them I would be staying home until I felt alright to help them with the hunt.”

“I know Samuel knows where I live, but don’t tell them where you are for now, who knows what they’ll do if they think you’re Asmodeus’ child.”

“Yeah, especially Gabriel.”

She hums in agreement, deep in thought again. She looks back over to me and asks, “I’ll probably need some help, finding the ingredients needed for the spell and all that, would you be alright if I gave my son a ring and let him know what’s going on?”

“I’ve only ever heard of him but yes. If you could tell him to not tell anyone else then I’m totally fine with him being in the know for this situation.” Although I don’t personally know her son, Rowena is loyal to a fault and I can only assume he was raised with that quality.

She stands up and claps her hands together, “Excellent, I’ll go call him up right now and we can get this plan in motion.” I watch as Rowena leaves the room and faintly hear her talking on the phone with I assume to be her son. I allow myself to get lost in my thoughts, I haven’t truly had a moment to myself where I could focus on processing everything the boys back at the motel said. Time seems to pass by extremely slow, hours have probably passed but there’s no real way to tell. I’m practically sleeping while sitting up with all the exhaustion catching up to me.

There was a slight noise behind me. I spin around to see someone standing by the door, a man with a beard and long black overcoat.

“Rowena!” I call out, grabbing my knife from my belt as I jump to my feet. The witch came back into the room, hanging up her phone, the strange man doing the same.

“Y/n, there is no need for that knife,” I look from her to the man across from me, slightly lowering the knife but keeping it out in the open, “allow me to introduce you to my son, y/n this is Fergus, Fergus this is y/n.”

The man pockets his cellphone, I hadn’t even realized he was holding one at the time. He then walks over and sticks out his hand, “Crowley, actually,” I shake his hand and place my knife back in its spot on my belt, “I have heard many things about you, and I have what you and my mother need to test your theory.” He gestures to Rowena, then a table in the next room covered in ingredients, sitting next to a small map of the immediate area. I have no clue how he could have possibly gotten all those ingredients this soon, but I’m certainly grateful he and Rowena are willing to help me.

“Wait, how on earth did you get all of these things so fast?” I ask.

Crowley laughs and replies cheekily, “I have my connections and a number of them owe me a favor or three, figured now is a good time to call them in.” I nod, looking between him and the table containing my fate. “Plus, it has also has been hours since you came here so I did have some time.”

“It’s been hours?? No, that’s not possible. I know I completely lost track of time but I’ve been sitting here for hours? I hope Ketch hasn’t tried to call me or anything, not like I have any answers for him yet.”

“Alright, let’s do this then,” I say, walking to the table and sitting down in front of it. Rowena and Crowley follow suit standing on either side of me. They begin saying the spell, adding different items as every word is spoken. Rowena beginning, and Crowley continuing where she leaves off. The tension builds as every second passes, I almost start shaking with anxiety but I take a few breathes to try and calm myself down.

A flame erupted and covered the map, making me jump in surprise. At first, it seemed as though the fire would destroy the whole map, but then as suddenly as it began, it went out. Leaving behind Rowena’s apartment building and the surrounding area. My only reaction is to sit deeper in my chair and pray to wake up from this nightmare.

A grounding hand falls gently onto my right shoulder, I know it’s Rowena but I have no idea what expression is on her face. Crowley cleans up the mess of the charred map and carefully disposes of the used up ingredients.

“Crowley,” I say, still looking at the table where my fate was revealed. I hear him come back to my left side and hum in recognition, “is there any way you can convince the Winchesters that I have a reason for not returning to this case? I feel like they are already suspicious of me and this sudden disappearance certainly doesn’t help my case.”

The demon remained silent for a moment. I look up and realize he is focusing on Rowena intently. I hope he isn’t asking her to stick her neck out for me more than she has already. I know both of their reputations with the Brits and angels are shaky at best. And it won’t take very much for the Winchesters to go back to hunting them like another monster.

“Well, the best thing I could do is have you call them and say you have a sickness of some kind, and you have to figure out what’s going on before you can continue the hunt in person.” He glances between me and his mother, and I feel her move. I turn to see her nodding her head, unsure if it’s for permission or as encouragement.

“How would they know you were in contact with me without looking like you were hiding something?” I question. I really do appreciate Crowley risking his life for me, but I can’t just expect it right off the bat.

He smiles mischievously, “I have my ways darling,” I nod with a small smile, “however,” Crowley continues, “then you have a tough choice to make.”

“And what could that possibly be, other than needing to seriously consider making me disappear to avoid whatever the other hunters of the world would want to do to me as some kind of disastrous hybrid?” I can tell that my little outburst concerned Crowley and Rowena, both stiffening and standing taller. I just hope it doesn’t deter them from keeping this a secret.

Crowley clears his throat and waves his hand in front of my face saying, “First of all, in case you haven’t heard, Lucifer had a child. Jack is his name, and even though his father is and always will be a monster that should be destroyed, Jack is one of the kindest so-called monsters to exist.” He grabs a free chair and drags it over to sit eye to eye with me. His eyes are earnest and his face caring, “You can hate yourself later, but right now there is no time for that. You’ve already given the Winchesters far too much time alone with too little information on why you’re not there. So, the tough decision is to choose between saying you’re doing so bad that you can’t afford to even take a phone call from them,” I look at him in disbelief. I mean, does he really think these people will believe that amount of bullshit?

“There’s no way they would ever buy that. They may be trusting but they aren’t stupid.”

“You’re completely right, dear,” Rowena chimes in, “the other option which they will be more likely to believe, is that you can still help with research, tracking possible demon signs, and call them if you have any ideas. But it’s best to go to someone you trust to see what made you faint and feel ill.”

“I wonder who those people would be,” Crowley chuckles at my comment. I know it’s going to be hard to lie, and even harder to tell a convincing lie, but there is no other way to protect people. I can’t stand the thought that all my life, I was protecting my town from horrific creatures when I should have just left and gone underground from the very beginning.

“Y/n, I know how you became a Hunter, and I know it breaks you inside thinking that you weren’t fully human these years. But don’t lose sight of all the good you’ve done, the lives you’ve saved and changed.”

“You a mind-reader or something, Ro?” I question the witch. She merely laughs and winks as she walks over to my go bag sitting on her beautiful couch.

“Now all that’s left to do is give those boys a ring.” She hands me my phone and I scroll through my contact list, landing on Ketch’s number. This has to happen at some point, if I keep them all in the dark it will only make this situation worse.

My screen then lights up with his contact picture, I guess he decided to give me a call instead. I answer it worried about what he might say. Rowena and Crowley quietly left and whisper in the room next to me as I pick up the phone.

“Hello, y/n. How are you feeling?” I sigh with relief, he still sounds like a friend, not a suspicious ally.

“Hi, Ketch. I’m glad you called,” my voice shakes a bit with nerves, I’ve never lied to him or Mick and now the Winchesters and two angels are on their side. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m not doing as good as I was hoping today.”

He lets out a long sigh, “I was worried you might say that. Is it just leftover effects from the fainting episode?”

“To be honest, I think the faint was more of a warning. I don’t think I’ll be there for a while.” I’ve never been good with silence over the phone, but with this big a lie to the person I trust the most, the situation is already weighing on me.

“Well,” he finally answers, “you do know we happen to have two very capable angels here that would be more than happy to figure out what’s going on with you.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the main problem.” I think sadly, “Yeah, I know, I happen to have two very capable experts that I’m going to go see about this weird sickness.”

“If you trust them, then that’s all that matters. Just keep me updated okay?”

It hurts hearing the care and patience coming from Ketch, I’ll have to make sure that no one ever realizes anything is off with me. “Will do Arthur, and hey, I’m sure I’ll be fine to do some research or demon sign tracking. Don’t count me out just yet.”

He laughs, sounding more confident, “Good with us, give me a call whenever you meet with these specialists, so I know you’re in good hands.” I promise to call him and quickly hang up. I don’t know what I did to earn such an amazing friend, but now I almost wish I never met him.

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #mick davies #arthur ketch #rowena #crowley #gabriel #castiel #spn x reader #reader insert

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MLWTBB: Business Is Business

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: Hannah and the Bad Batch head back to Cid’s to spend the rest of their evening having some fun, and Hannah teaches the others about a classic party game for them to play together.

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙 she and I couldn’t figure out how to break up the rest of this story very well, which is why this chapter is so long (and the next one will be even longer) LOL. also, the rest of this story has a VERY different feel from the previous parts; I wanted to end it on a silly note to make up for the angst, so that’s why.

Chapter 4, 4600+ words, rated T (for alcohol consumption, and it will get worse in the future 😜)

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It wasn’t terribly far walking from the docking bay to Cid’s parlor. But all things considered, it was no surprise that Hannah wanted to take her time getting back. Not only did she want to spend more time with Hunter and Omega, but she was extremely curious about what exactly had been going on all day from the Bad Batch’s perspective. Lucky for her, Omega was more than happy to recollect the crazy adventure she’d gone on to her big sister.

“And then Wrecker shut the door right before the creatures could get to us! Well, most of them anyway. One of them got squished in the closed door.” Omega made a gross, squishing noise for emphasis and chuckled.

Hannah couldn’t possibly look more grossed out. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually glad I wasn’t with you guys.” She made a disgusted noise and shook her head.

“You’d take Roland and the Pykes over a bunch of giant bugs?” Hunter teased, raising an eyebrow at her.

Hannah gave him an unamused look. “Babe, I would take Irridas and Vin with Roland and the Pykes before I’d so much as look at a giant bug.”

Hunter’s eyes bugged out and his head shook with disapproval. “To each their own, I guess...”

By then, they had made it back to the parlor, which was no longer a dreaded sight for Hannah, thankfully. She was curious to know if the other two thought the others had cleaned it up yet or not. Hunter doubted it, thinking the boys were probably already well into another round of drinks, but Omega remained hopeful, if only because she didn’t want to have to deal with the mess herself. Hannah agreed with her wholeheartedly.

All three of them ended up being both wrong and correct with their guesses. The other three boys were sitting at the bar counter, but they’d just gotten their drinks from Cid, who was behind the counter. Most of the parlor had been cleaned up, with only a few piles of trash left to take care of. It seemed as though Cid had assigned Bolo and Ketch to handle the rest of it, which they were doing with only minor griping.

“Well, look who decided to join us,” Echo teased as the three newcomers approached the bar. “We thought you guys might’ve ditched us for the night.”

“No, we just wanted to let you all deal with the mess so we didn’t have to,” Hannah teased back and giggled while playfully shoving Echo in the arm.

“That’s fine,” Echo replied with a shrug. “I think you’ve dealt with enough mess recently anyway, Hannah.”

“More than enough...” Hannah’s eyes grew wider and she shook her head in disgust.

Hunter took a seat next to Echo at the closest end of the counter, while Omega hopped all the way down to the other end by Wrecker. “So, what’d you all do with the bodies?” Hunter asked as Cid handed him a drink.

“Let’s just say I won’t be askin’ you guys to go down into those tunnels again for a while,” Cid responded with obvious disgust in her tone.

“I hope not!” Wrecker exclaimed before taking a quick drink. “I’ve had enough of those Irlings to last the rest’a my life!”

“Yeah, Omega told me about your misadventures in giant bug hell,” Hannah said with a grimace as she came up next to Wrecker.

“Bet she didn’t tell ya about what we had to go through to get the spice back!” Wrecker responded. “I’ve still got bug goo in my armor!” He began sticking his fingers into some of the cracks of his armor, which prompted Hannah to quickly move away from him.

“Keep that to yourself, please!” Hannah shielded her face from Wrecker as she moved behind the counter with Cid. “In fact, why don’t you all take off your armor for the night? You’re all as much a mess as the parlor was.”

None of the boys had an issue with that, although Cid made a demand that they keep it out of the way and prompted them to put it all in the corner. Hannah watched with amusement and delight as the four of them stripped down to their blacks, save for their codpieces and boots. Portions of Wrecker’s blacks looked a bit sticky, but Hannah chose to not think about that for the sake of her gag reflex.

“Guess I’ll have to wash all that in the morning,” Hannah commented while looking at the pile of dirty armor.

“Absolutely not,” Hunter replied as he returned to his seat. “Like Echo said, you’ve dealt with enough.”

“I’m gonna agree with Dark and Broody on that one, Red,” Cid added. “Which by the way, what the hell were you thinkin’?”

Hannah looked at her boss in a bit of confusion, but quickly realized what Cid was talking about, and her expression turned remorseful.

“Have I taught you nothing?” Cid continued in a berating tone. “And don’t try to tell me there were too many of ‘em to handle. I know what you’re capable of.”

Unsurprisingly, Hunter quickly came to Hannah’s defense, saying, “Go easy on her, Cid. She was on her own this whole time.”

“So?” Cid retorted, her clawed hands firmly planted on her hips. “She knows how to take care of herself. She’s got a kriffin’ blaster, for stars’ sake.” Her attention went back to Hannah, who was practically cowering in shame. “Thought you’d gotten over those insecurities of yours. Guess I was wrong.”

Hannah’s face turned down into a scowl. “I made a choice, Cid. And yes, it was out of fear, but not for the reasons you think.”

“Oh what, you thought Roland was gonna try and take you or somethin’?” Cid responded, still in beratement mode. “Did you let him into your apartment? What did he say to you? So help me, if that sleazy piece of scum tried to lay a finger on you...”

Hearing that almost brought a smile to Hannah’s face. “That wasn’t it, gosh.”

“Then what was it?” Cid exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “Did he threaten you?”

“No, not me...”

“Then who?!”

“You, Cid!”

Cid stopped and just stared at Hannah in disbelief for a moment. Then she huffed and crossed her arms, shaking her head incredulously.

“I...” Hannah let out a small sigh, obviously showing how upset she was on her face. “Roland said he would do something to you if I didn’t work for him.”

“And you believed him?” Cid asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hannah gave Cid a serious look. “I wasn’t gonna take the risk. Believe it or not...” She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “Some of us actually do care about you.”

It went silent for a moment before Cid responded. “Guess today’s been proof of that, huh.” Her gaze shifted over to Omega before turning back to Hannah again, eyes unable to meet hers. “You know, I’m only so hard on ya cause...”

Cid was stopped by a hand being placed on her shoulder. A soft smile spread on Hannah’s face as she looked down at the somber Trandoshan. “I know, Cid. It’s... it’s ok.”

In an effort to maintain her steely exterior, Cid waved Hannah away without another word and turned towards the back wall, away from everyone. Hannah looked between all of the Clones and shrugged with a half-smile.

“I think she got the message,” Hunter reassured her with a nod.

After a moment, Cid suddenly returned to Hannah’s side with a cup in one hand and a bottle in the other. She practically shoved the cup into Hannah’s hand and said, “Here. Try this. You’ll like it.”

Hannah gave Cid a questioning look, eyes half-squinted. “Does this have alcohol in it?”

“Barely,” Cid answered and held out the bottle. “You’d have to drink this whole thing to get any sort of buzz.”  

Naturally, Hannah was still skeptical, but Cid’s urging eventually got her to finally take a sip. Immediately, Hannah’s eyes went wide, and she blinked rapidly while smacking her lips. The drink was super sweet but tangy, with the tiniest zing at the end of it. “Oh wow, that is tasty.”

The bottle was left on the counter before Cid said, “Consider this your compensation for everything. Also, don’t you dare come into work tomorrow.” Then she began walking off and proclaimed that she’d be in her office for the rest of the night if anybody needed her. Hannah shouted a thank you at her as Cid rounded the corner of the hallway. Cid’s response was simply a thumbs up before she disappeared from sight.

“Guess the parlor is ours for the rest of the night,” Hannah said to the Clones with a giggle.

Tech was quick to point out that wasn’t technically true, as Bolo and Ketch were still in the process of cleaning up. But just as he said that, the two of them walked by with large bags of trash in their hands. They said they were going to head out for the night, having been thoroughly exhausted from the day’s events. Despite Hannah partially blaming them for what happened earlier with the Pykes, she couldn’t stay mad at them and simply wished them a good night before they left the parlor with their trash bags in tow.

“Now we have the parlor to ourselves for the night,” Tech promptly stated.

“Well, guess we gotta take advantage of that,” Echo added.

“Yeah, we gotta celebrate some more!” Wrecker exclaimed.

“I’ll turn up the music!” Omega said before running over to the jukebox.

Hunter looked to Hannah, who was enjoying another sip of her drink. “Got enough energy to handle us for a while longer, sunshine?”

“Are you kidding?” Hannah replied with a scoff. “I’ve thought of literally nothing but you guys the entire time you were gone. Also,” she held out her cup. “A few rounds of this’ll help, for sure.” She picked up the bottle Cid had left and looked it over thoughtfully, feigning ignorance. “I’m sure I won’t regret it later...”

The night transitioned into some casual chatter after that, followed by Hannah asking about the Bad Batch’s original mission from a few days prior. As the Clones relayed what happened to her, Hannah sat down with them, opting to use Hunter’s lap as a seat instead of an actual stool. Then when that story was done, the Clones were curious to know exactly what had gone on with Roland from Hannah’s perspective. Despite not wanting to talk about it before, Hannah was more than fine lamenting to everyone about the terrible time she’d had with Roland. She especially looked forward to seeing everyone’s reaction when she dropped the news about a certain member of Roland’s family.

“You’re kidding,” Hunter said after learning the surprising fact. He legitimately looked like he didn’t believe her, or at least like he didn’t want to believe her.

“Sheesh, what are the odds of that?” Echo said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Not as outrageous as you might think,” Tech promptly responded. “I speculated that there were potentially other members of the Durand family besides Roland and his mother. A whole family of criminals is not uncommon, even if Vin wasn’t traditionally classified as one.”

“That must've been how he knew so much about us,” Hunter mused out loud. “Cid said he had all kinds of connections. There was probably someone from the family who saw us here and told him about us...”

“Bah, what’s the big deal?” Wrecker said as he threw his hands in the air. “Vin’s dead! Roland’s gone. We don’t have’ta worry about ‘em anymore.”

“Vin, yes, obviously,” Echo replied. “Roland... I dunno.”

Hunter looked at Hannah with concern. “You didn’t... tell him anything, right?”

“No, of course not!” Hannah exclaimed. “Although, I absolutely would have under different circumstances. Would’ve waved ol’ Vinny in his face and everything.” She didn’t have the blaster at the time, but shook her cup around in place of it before taking a sip.

“I don’t think Roland will be the one we have to worry about,” Omega pointed out. “I know he said his relationship with his mother isn’t... great, but she still might be a problem.”

“Maybe,” Hunter said, briefly rubbing his chin. “But as long as neither of them know about what happened with Vin, we should be fine.”

“Well, they won’t hear it from me,” Hannah stated, immediately gulping down the rest of her drink afterwards. “Roland may have gotten off better than Vin, but I’d be fine never seeing him again, thank you very much.” She set her now empty cup on the counter, then slung her arms around Hunter’s neck and snuggled up to him, much to his delight. “Alright, no more talk about Roland or work or anything like that anymore, we need to lighten things up.”

“And how would you suggest we do that?” Tech asked.

“I dunno,” Hannah responded with a slight shrug. “Let’s play a game or something. Like Truth or Dare or something like that.”

“What’s Truth or Dare?” Omega asked curiously.

“Yeah, what’s Truth or Dare?” Wrecker also asked.

Hannah let out a deep gasp. “You guys don’t know what Truth or Dare is?”

All of the Clones collectively shook their heads, causing Hannah to continue to react in shock. Very eagerly, Hannah began explaining the game, telling them that it was simply as its name implied. But even after going into more detail, Wrecker still seemed confused, so Hannah suggested just playing a round to show him how it works.

“So, truth or dare, Wrecker? You can pick either one.”

“Uhh, dare then!” Wrecker replied confidently.  

“Ok then,” Hannah said with a giggle. “Umm...” She went quiet as she thought for a moment. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this, umm... I guess uhh, I dare you to do 20 pushups.”

Wrecker sputtered loudly. “Only 20?? C’mon, gimme a real dare!”

“Ok, uhh, 30 then?”

“More!”

“40??”

“More!!”

Echo groaned loudly. “Just do something already, good grief!”

Hannah hid a laugh behind her hand. “40 is fine, Wrecker.”

“Fine,” Wrecker grumbled with a loud sigh. He hopped off his seat, crouched down on the floor, and immediately went into a flurry of pushups with ease, counting them out loud.

“Not much of a challenging dare, really,” Tech commented.

“Told you I’m not that great at this game,” Hannah responded with a shrug.

“Then why’d you even suggest it?” Echo condescendingly asked, obviously in a playful manner.  

“Cause it’s fun!” Hannah replied. “And I wanna see what you guys come up with!” She grabbed her cup to take a drink, but forgot it was empty, which caused her to frown. As she hopped off Hunter’s lap, she asked if anyone else wanted a refill and began pouring out drinks for all who wanted them while Wrecker continued his pushups.

“So, whose turn is it now?” Omega asked after taking a sip of her drink. Hannah had prepared her an extra sweet non-alcoholic drink so she didn’t feel left out.

“Whoever gets truth or dared is the one who goes next,” Hannah answered. “So, it’s Wrecker’s turn now.”

“Almost done!” Wrecker shouted from the floor. “36, 37, 38, 39, 40!” He hopped back onto his feet with a loud huff. “Ok, now I’m done.” He huffed a few more times and plopped back down in his seat, leaning against the counter proudly. “So who do I pick? Anyone I want?”

Hannah nodded in response.

“Alright then...” Wrecker looked down at his row of brothers and contemplated momentarily about which one of them would be his victim. He ultimately decided on the one sitting directly next to him. “Tech! Truth or dare.”

Tech assumed a thoughtful pose and hummed a bit. “Truth, please.”

“Ok then...” Wrecker’s joyful demeanor suddenly began to darken, and he leaned down closer to Tech with squinted eyes. “Did you make that rip on Lula’s back when we were younger?”

Tech’s eyes grew wider, both out of shock at the question and how serious Wrecker was being. “Why are you asking about that?”

“That’s not the answer to my question.” Wrecker maintained his harsher composure, staring down his brother with a Hunter-like scowl. “You have’ta tell the truth.”

The room went silent for a moment as Tech contemplated how to respond. Then he turned away from Wrecker entirely to ask Hannah some questions. “May I ask why it’s so crucial to tell the truth in this game? Is there some sort of consequence for not doing so? Also, how does one verify if the person is even telling the truth or not?”

In all honesty, Hannah had never considered any of those questions before, surprisingly. She said there was no real consequence for not telling the truth, it was just looked down upon and missed the point of the game. And as for the last question, that was no different than any other instance; you simply had to trust that the other person was being truthful. All of this was sufficient for Tech, and he turned back to Wrecker, who was still scowling at him.

“Wrecker, I was not the one who made that tear on Lula,” he admitted. “However...” He adjusted his goggles insecurely. “That tear only happened because I accidentally got some grease on Lula’s back and someone else suggested that it be cut off due to it being unable to be cleaned. That someone being the one who is not here currently, if I might add.”

Suddenly, Wrecker’s hands came slamming down on the counter, spooking Omega and Hannah to the point where they almost spilled their drinks. “I knew it!!” He began laughing, almost maniacally. “Kriffin’ Crosshair! I should’ve-- wait...” His face came closer to Tech again with squinted eyes. “Are you tellin’ the truth?”

A small smile grew on Tech’s lips. “That is for you to decide, Wrecker.”

Wrecker continued to look at Tech suspiciously for a moment. Then his face softened, and he clapped a hand on his brother’s back with a laugh. “Yeah, alright, I believe ya, Tech.”

“Wonderful,” Tech coughed out, then cleared his throat. “Now it’s my turn. I choose Echo.”

Echo was in the middle of a drink and quickly swallowed. “Oh, are we just goin’ down the line then?”

“I suppose. Truth or dare, Echo.”

“Lemme think...” Echo drummed his fingers on the counter as he pondered his decision. “Truth,” he finally answered.

“Very well.” Tech readjusted himself so he was fully facing Echo. “Then I ask you plainly: do you think yourself more intelligent than me?”

A shocked expression crossed Echo’s face, and he looked at Tech curiously. “What, really?”

“Yes,” Tech bluntly replied.

“Oh... well...”

“I know you consider yourself an intelligent person,” Tech continued. “And I can’t deny that myself. Your ability to retain information rivals my own, although much of my information is stored on my datapad as opposed to your computer-like brain. So I simply wish to know if you consider yourself more intelligent as a result.”

“Oh, is that all?” Echo chuckled and shook his head. “Well, if you put it that way... then no, I wouldn’t consider myself more intelligent than you, Tech. I think we’re just smart in different ways.”

“Indeed,” Tech said with a nod. “And our shared intelligence is often complimentary, which I appreciate.” Another smile spread on Tech’s face, and he bowed his head respectfully at Echo. “That was a sufficient answer. Thank you, Echo.”

Echo returned the smile and respectful head nod at his goggled brother, then turned around to face the other brother sitting beside him. “Alright, since we’re goin’ down the line... Hunter, truth or dare.”

“Dare,” Hunter immediately answered, arms crossed and void of any emotion.

“That was fast,” Echo chuckled. “Ok, uhh...” He began tapping his scomp on the counter as he thought about what to have Hunter do. Eventually, another chuckle came out, this one more smug than before. “Alright then.” His arms crossed and he gave Hunter a smug look. “I dare ya to show off that trick you did the last time we were at 79s.”

Hunter’s expression didn’t change, except his eyes which went wide, then into a half-squint. “Seriously...”

From the moment Echo had said it, Hannah’s interest had gone through the roof, and she was looking between Echo and Hunter expectantly. “Hmm?? Trick? What trick? What?”

“Yeah, what trick?” Omega asked, equally expectant.

“It’s more of a hidden talent, really,” Echo continued, the smug look still on his face. “Certainly nuthin’ that the rest of us can do. Go ahead and show ‘em, Hunter.” He gestured out towards the floor with his hand.

Hunter was now glaring at Echo, his arms tightly crossed against his chest. He took one glance over at Hannah, who was eagerly leaning over the counter in anticipation, and that’s all it took to change his mind. A long sigh escaped his throat, and he shook his head in defeat. “I’m too sober for this,” he mumbled as he stood up from his seat. He took a few steps back, in the same spot Wrecker had done his pushups before, and he shook his arms around, like he was warming up for something. “Wrecker, turn up the music,” he said, nudging towards the jukebox with his head.

Without question, Wrecker cranked up the volume on the jukebox, causing Hannah and Omega to question even more what was about to happen. Hunter looked at Omega with a forced smile, then looked at Hannah and threw his arms out. “You said you like dancing? Well, this is for you then.”

As soon as he said that, Hannah’s face lit up. The music picked up, and as the chorus of the song played, Hunter’s body began moving perfectly in rhythm with the beat. His movements were sharp but smooth, and the nimbleness of his body allowed him to perform impressive tricks like flips and quick turns. It was very akin to how he looked when he was fighting.  

Hannah let out a joyful gasp at the display, never taking her eyes off him for a second. Her heart fluttered at seeing the love of her life dance so well, and it made her somehow even more enamored with him.

The dance didn’t last very long, as Hunter was mentally unable to handle going for the entire length of the song. He finished his routine with a series of quick heel twirls and a confidant pose, which sent Omega into an overjoyed fit of applause. She began praising her brother’s abilities, to which Hunter responded with a small bow and a shrug.

Hannah’s jaw hadn’t shut the entire time he was dancing.  

As Hunter sat back down in his seat, Hannah leaned towards him, her body half-resting on the counter. “Babe... you’ve been holding out on me... what the heck... why didn’t you tell me you were a dance master??”

A smirk ran across Hunter’s face and he shrugged. “You never asked,” he smugly answered before taking a sip of his drink.

Hannah leaned in even further, now barely a foot away from Hunter, and gave him a coy look. “What else are you hiding from me, huh?”

Hunter began to close the distance, leaving barely an inch between them. “Dare me yourself and find out,” he said seductively.

A loud cough beside them prevented anything further from happening. “It’s your turn now, Hunter,” Echo said unnecessarily loud.

“Right, ok,” Hunter said, sitting up straight and clearing his throat. He looked all the way down at the other end of the counter. “Then I guess I’m pickin’ you, Omega.”

Omega excitedly sat up as tall as she could get and confidently proclaimed, “Go for it, Hunter!”

Hunter couldn’t help but smile at her. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare!” Omega proclaimed with the same level of confidence.

“Alright then,” Hunter chuckled. He immediately went into his signature thinking pose, rubbing his chin as he thought of a dare for Omega. In the corner of his eye, he could see Hannah watching him intently, and that gave him an idea. “C’mere,” he told Omega, beckoning her to him.  

The little girl hopped off her seat and quickly jogged over to her brother. Once she was close enough, Hunter cupped his hands around Omega’s ear and whispered into it. As he spoke, Omega’s eyes went wide, then squinted in confusion. “Really?” she asked Hunter with uncertainty.

Hunter nodded in response. “Go ahead.”

“Ok...” Omega looked at her brother questioningly, then began to walk around to the other side of the counter. When she got to Hannah, she asked her to bend down, which made Hannah give Hunter a puzzled look. Hannah hesitantly bent down, and Omega copied Hunter, cupping her hands around Hannah’s ear and whispering something to her. A similar reaction happened, with Hannah’s eyes going wide, followed by some confusion.

“Really?” Hannah asked Hunter.

A proud smile spread on Hunter’s face and he nodded. “Consider that a truth and a dare.”

Gleeful chuckles erupted from Hannah’s throat. She was both stunned and pleased by the information she’d been told.

“What was it?” Wrecker asked, curiously leaning over the counter. “What did he say?”

Hannah’s face broke out in a cheeky grin. “Sorry, but that secret stays with me.”

Wrecker groaned in disappointment and flopped onto the counter with a huff.

“My turn now!” Omega exclaimed once she’d gone back to her seat. “And there’s only one person left...” She made a grand gesture towards her big sister. “Hannah! Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Hannah answered. “I never pick dare.” Echo asked why, and Hannah responded, “I have my reasons...” Her eyes narrowed, and Echo took that as a signal to not question her further.

Omega went into a thoughtful pose very akin to Hunter’s, except her lip stuck out in a little pout. “Ok, got it! Here’s your question. If you were only able to spend the day with one of us and not the others, who would it be?”

“Oh, come on,” Hannah whined. “I can’t answer that!”

“You have to,” Tech bluntly responded. “It’s part of the game.”

“But I can’t pick between you guys like that!” Hannah continued. “That’s unfair!”

“That doesn’t matter,” Echo said with a shrug. “Besides...” He took a quick sip of his drink. “We all know it’d be Hunter anyway.”

A loud scoff erupted from Hannah’s throat, and she began to break out in a flustered blush. “What?? No, I... why would you say that??”

“It’s ok, Hannah!” Omega reassured her. “Just pick someone!”

“But I don’t want to!” Hannah scoffed again, this time sounding more upset. “It’s not fair. I legitimately don’t want to have to pick between you guys. I like spending time with all of you for different reasons. And I...” Her face turned to the floor, and she began anxiously picking at her fingernails. “I really don’t wanna have to pick right now anyway...”

Everyone was now looking at Hannah with the same level of concern. It was obvious she was genuinely upset by the question, so none of them felt like pressing her any further. It also wasn’t hard for any of them to realize it was probably a sensitive question for her considering recent events.  

“I think that was a really truthful answer, Hannah,” Omega sympathetically told her. “You don’t have to say anything else.”

Hannah gave Omega a half-smile and an appreciative look.

“Ok, but,” Echo began, intent on teasing Hannah some more. “I know you’d still pick Hunter, let’s just be honest here.”

Hannah squinted at Echo and groaned, unamused. “Fine, yes, I would pick Hunter, are you happy now?” she taunted.

The only response Echo gave was to go into a fit of snickers. Hannah almost felt like chucking her drink at him, but teasingly prodded him from across the counter instead.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #IM FINALLY POSTING AGAIN WHEEEEEEEEE #and the next part will be coming very soon! #this is going to get VERY silly; prepare yourselves #\o/ #star warz #my storiez

[corniebooks]

Writer’s Block

Words once flowed

From brain to page

Like melting snow

Down window pane

Novels and zines

For anyone’s eyes

It flowed, day after day after day

Then met with flesh

Who called it ketche

It stopped: no rain nor snow again

Words won’t come

On pages bare

If eyes might strum

And sense them there.

The true surprise

Is the surprise

When words dependably fail in all else.

There is a place

Inside my head

Where words are kept

And organized

It takes some work

To pick the words

And hope it works

Or sounds real nice

But now I pick

And put away

I never speak

For fear of wrong

Wrong.

Who knows what’s wrong

But no one likes wrong

Wrong sits alone

At lunch, Friday nights, and in groups.

Having fun’s wrong

Being smart’s wrong

Wrong is too much

All the time, all the time, shut up.

But what about wrong

Makes it ignored

Moved on from

Tossed aside

Forgotten

Me

I’m wrong

My words fail

I’m causing harm

I’ve picked them all out wrong.

Conversations move on without me

I’m stuck at my drawers of words

Opening and closing, picking and replacing

Impertinent, too harsh, unimportant, grotesque

Each time it gets louder, who cares! Who cares? No one cares.

It’s not about me, I better shut up

It’s all about me, I’m selfish.

The blank page blinks

Brainstorms and outlines flow

It must be perfect, for if it’s not perfect

I will continue to be ignored.

My silence is deadly,

It’s killing me slowly.

The poison has spread,

Even though it’s just in my head.

To be heard is to be seen,

But my pages bleed red

Criticisms killed me dead

Long before my words were read.

The attention and praise

I was punished for wanting

Makes writing nerve racking

Too high stakes for a hobby.

One wrong move and it’s over

With no deadlines to induce

No wonder the words refuse to come loose

This is my life

And I want to write

Push my pain in the drawer

Let the words all spill out

Too much is enough for me.

#original poem #writer’s block #my brain wanted to write this instead of sleep #so you get it unedited in the middle of the night #my poem #writblr

[inthiswhisper]

loki: you think you're some… poor, innocent victim? [he punches gabriel] with his deadbeat daddy and his mean older brothers. [he kicks gabriel] ‘who will help me?’ ‘who will save me?’ [he pins gabriel to the wall by his neck] i did. but … you couldn't keep one promise. and then you had the audacity to ask me to help you again? [he throws gabriel down the hall] you think i deserve to die for your spinelessness? that my sons deserved to die? [gabriel gets up and pins him to the wall; loki looks at sam and dean] of course. of course you would need someone to swoop in and save your pitiful ass.

gabriel: shut up.

loki: face it, old friend. you're a joke. you're a failure. you live for pleasure, you stand for nothing. and in the end, that's exactly what you'll die for.

gabriel: you first. [he stabs loki with a sword]

—

just like asmodeus and ketch, this gives me big empty vibes. with an actual mirror of his face.

#richard is carrying this episode #he's so good #supernatural #spn liveblog #13x20

[lewishamil10n]

For the character asks: Supernatural?

hi anon <333

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) sam!!! dean too tbh but SAM

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) JACK i want to adopt him and give him treats like a puppy

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) garth, i adore garth!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) answered in a previous ask, it's adam!!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) dean lol he's sooooo. you know [waves hand] yeah

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) sam again lol

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) ketch. i already answered c*s but ketch.

send me a fandom

#asks #anonymous #ask games #supernatural #prev. jaytwo

[titanicfreija]

On a Walk

"Any particular reason you wanted to come out this far?" Sunny asked her Guardian as they sparrowed along a ruined asphalt road, river on the left and forest on the right. 

"Honestly... No. Having a good time on the sparrow, figured Earth would be nice this time," Freija told her Ghost, mindfully sweeping into the water for a stretch to avoid debris.

"Okay. In that case, can you head back a little? We're getting close to a Dark Zone."

"Yup-yup."

Freija hit her destabilizers and let go of her accelerator for an about-face, then let go of destabilizers and hit the accelerator to zoom eastward. "Point me parallel? On the river?"

"Can we move further from the edge?" she asked. "If anything knocks us too far, you'll land out of my reach."

Once she satisfied Sunny, a small white triangle appeared at the top of Freija's visual. She lined her nose to it and accelerated. "Anything lurking? I think I feel you fucking with my radar, you do that when you're anxious."

~

Sunny didn't know how she could tell, but she didn't want to correct, because then Freija would know exactly what she was doing to the radar. "I'm most worried about Red Legion loyalists. They're the strongest hangers on of our enemies out here. The Eliksni will be scattered, I'm not sure what houses are out here anymore. This close to the EDZ, it's possible they'll attack or avoid intentionally, but you might even find a defector or new House that's violently against House Light."

"We're ages from the EDZ."

"Not if you're flying a ketch," Sunny replied. She wanted to say something else, but a signal from above and eastward- the direction they were going. "Speaking of, take cover. Ketch incoming."

"You think I can't handle 'em?" Freija asked with a pout.

"I think sometimes you get in over your head or overconfident and then you get into trouble, and we're a long way from backup," Sunny huffed from her Guardian's pocket. "Earth-to-Earth comm systems get weak out here, no warp jump points, it's just better to be careful."

Freija sighed and steered into the trees, impatiently hopping off to let Sunny demat it. "For fuck's sake." She picked up Sunshot and breathed deep, preparing to prepare for a fight. "So what kind of forces are we looking at? What kind of ketch?"

"Resource grab. Big one. Few littler ones, but we're looking at a small army."

Freija fixed her jaw and steadied her breath. "I've fought worse."

"Don't. Vandals win when you're the only target. You need Rise to face an army."

The Titan once again steadied her breath. "Fine." Silence fell between them, but something unspoken rang loud, and the Titan could taste it. Glancing at the top of her visual, she saw Sunny's indicator blinking. "What's wrong."

Sunny's speech indicator continued flashing, but she could only manage to turn the comms on and off, and not even in Morse Code.

"I'm about to get real angry, ain't I," Freija observed with a sigh, voice high with exasperation.

The poor Ghost could hardly whisper, "Yeah."

The Guardian nodded, pursing her lips and sucking her teeth. "Okay. It's not your fault. I'm not angry at you. We both decided the ship would be okay, so that's on us both. It's my fault we're out here."

"You're doing great," Sunny cheered at a whisper, already impressed with her composure.

"I'm okay, we're okay," she continued, but her body temperature spiked.

"It's about to get worse," Sunny said, bracing herself and Freija both.

"Okay," Freija breathed again, but she did, finally, stop walking. She knelt and put her head on her knee to count breaths.

"I'm so proud of you, you're doing great," Sunny said again.

"Shut up," replied Freija through gritted teeth. "I'm. I'm. We're okay," she repeated at a growl, and she stood up, spinning in place to whirl around. "What's the worse news?"

"I can take the ship with us--"

"That's not worse news."

"--but if they've taken parts, we're going to have a hell of a time replacing them, and all the good places to look are in the Dark Zone."

Contrary to Sunny's expectation, Freija didn't get angry and start screaming or throwing things. Instead, her eyes grew wide and her breath froze. Sunny matted close to Freija's chest and eased into her view, keeping low. "Hey. I know you're scared. But it's okay."

Freija nodded without a sound, moving her hand to Sunny's bubble where she held her up. "So. Tell me exactly what this means."

Sunny couldn't be prouder of her. "We're okay," she said first.

"I know, I said that, now what's going to happen when I go into the Darkness zone. I'll still have my Light, right?"

"You'll have your light. Your Sunspots will heal you, but I won't be able to. I won't be able to resurrect you, either. I'll be more fragile in general-- my shields will be weaker, and so will yours." She hesitated, then finally said, "Any damage you take between sunspots will stay. Dying to get a sunspot isn't going to help. So no charging in with a hammer. You'll have to get them through grenades or not at all."

Freija sucked a breath, then blew through pursed lips. "Yeah, okay. That's. Gonna be the hardest part," she grumbled, and she closed her hand, giving Sunny the cue to demat.

"So if I do die, what will happen to you?"

"As a direct result, nothing. Indirectly, I will need to escape your killer, then go get someone to help me retrieve your body to carry it back to the Light so I can resurrect you. Rise will probably help, but as a rule, Guardians who wandered into the Dark Zone and died aren't worth spending more Guardians to get."

Freija snickered and rose to her feet. "Bet you could get help from Caiatl."

Sunny paused for a few moments, then said, "Yeah, I probably could. Do you really want me to do that?"

"Oh, fuck, no," laughed Freija. "How embarrassing! Ketch incoming," she said, looking through the trees and failing to spot it, but hearing it soar overhead and beyond.

And stop.

Freija clutched Sunshot again. "We're not in the dark, yet," she reminded herself.

"Army! Alone!" Sunny reminded her sharply, yanking from the inside of her pocket. "No! You'll only bring more! They know no one is out here! Please!"

Freija looked over her shoulder, then growled and stormed eastward, back to her ship. "Lucky bastards."

~

On a Walk <-

First Step

Into the Dark

Detour

New Experience

Traveling

The Spaceport

Sneaking

Nobility

Rescue Operations

Caught

Gratitude

Pride

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #sunny #prose #drama #dark zone