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purplecatghostposts · 4 years

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if you're still doing the writing drabble asks, could you please do frenrey and number 3?

Of course!!

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Everyone has their limits. Human or not, there’s a point where you can’t deal with everything yourself and you need someone to lean on.

Benrey doesn’t reach his easily, but even he’s not immune. Slowly but surely, exhaustion chips away at his resolve until there’s not much left. Benrey might have certain inhuman abilities that make it take a while, but Benrey also has a habit of using those a bit too much.

And now he was running out of stamina.

Everything piled up against him. Benrey and Gordon were separated from the rest of the Science Team, a horde of soldiers had tracked them down and were now actively trying to kill them, and Benrey had died one too many times to count.

Benrey could die and come back- no big deal- but it also took a sizable amount of his energy to do. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he was now running on pure fumes.

Not that he’s gonna tell Gordon that.

The pair hide in a closet, both keeping as still as they possibly can. Outside, mixed voices of soldiers search for them, marching around a bit too close for comfort. Benrey leans against the wall, trying not to make it too obvious that he’s relying on it for support. Gordon stands a foot away from him, gun raised and fixated on the door. He doesn’t take his eyes off of it for a second.

There’s too much tension in the air. It’s suffocating Benrey, making him squirm and it takes everything in him not to say something. When the voices and footsteps of the soldiers get further and further away however, he doesn’t bother to hold it in any longer.

“Seem kinda tense there, Feetman.” Benrey whispers.

Gordon sends him a glare. “Take things seriously for once.” He hisses back. “Our lives are on the line- no, wait, just mine. Because you can’t die. God, that’s why you don’t care, isn’t it?”

“I care...” Benrey mumbles halfheartedly. He doesn’t have the energy to argue further. Gordon scoffs and that’s the end of that conversation. Unfortunately for Gordon, Benrey doesn’t intend to shut up. “Think we can get out of here? Go uh... Whatever it is you do to relax- crawl through vents like a rat? Gordon Ratman?”

Gordon has to take in a deep breath at that. Benrey snickers to himself. Gordon’s always been easy to rile up- all he has to do is spit out the first things that come to his head and Gordon sputters at him. His face always gets so red- s’cute honestly. Makes Benrey want to plant a smooch on his cheek just to see how red he can get. And perhaps for his own personal pleasure as well.

Denying Gordon was incredibly attractive to him (for multiple reasons) was something he stopped doing a long time ago.

“Do you- do you ever think before you say anything, Benrey? Do you even know what a filter is?”

Benrey gives a sharp grin. “I have never had a thought in my life.”

Gordon almost laughs. Benrey takes that as a win. “Yeah, that checks. I-”

Gordon is cut off when a soldier suddenly barges through the door, gun raised and finger on the trigger. Gordon freezes on accident, but Benrey is quicker.

Benrey doesn’t think. He does the first thing that pops into his head, and when he sees the soldier aim for Gordon, everything else is thrown out the window.

Benrey pushes Gordon out of the way. There’s a sharp pain that pierces his side and his knees buckle. Another few shots send alarm through him but when Benrey looks up, the soldier is dead on the ground and Gordon is still standing, untouched.

Gordon lowers his arm, shaking himself. “Shit. Uh, thanks for the-” he turns, eyes going impossibly big when he sees him. “B- Benrey?”

Benrey gives him a shaky grin. “Sick shootin’, Feetman.” One hand attempts to cover up the bullet wound in his side. He refuses to react, no matter how much it hurts. Benrey attempts to push himself to his feet but he wobbles, causing Gordon to reach out and steady him.

“Whoa- whoa! Jesus, slow down.”

“Psh.” Benrey waves him off with his free hand. “‘M fiiine, Feetman. Don’t get your uhhh hev suit in a twist ‘bout it.”

Benrey stumbles to his feet but his head spins. Subtly as he can, he uses the wall for support but Gordon’s gaze burns a hole into him. He notices now, eyes narrowing but not with hostility but rather determination.

“Benrey, you’ve- you’ve died a lot today.” Gordon says slowly, deliberately.

“What about it?” Benrey shrugs, hoping to brush it off and drop the conversation.

Gordon however, is nothing if not persistent. He presses harder. “You’ve been hugging the wall too. You’ve been slower too- less chatty.”

“Been missing the sound of my voice?” He forces out a laugh, even if he gets a sting of pain when he moves.

“Benrey.” His tone is deadly serious. “Are you- are you okay?”

“‘Course-”

“Don’t lie to me.”

His words are sharp, piercing right through his crumbling facade and it all comes crashing down. Benrey’s eyes fall. He doesn’t say a word and it somehow speaks volumes.

“Sit down.” Benrey blinks when he hears it. Sharp, commanding- is he using his dad voice on him? “I’m not arguing about this. Sit down.” Oh shit he totally is.

Benrey drops easily- half because of Gordon and half because his legs were barely supporting him as is. “Let me see.” Benrey lifts his hand off of his wound for a moment. His hand is coated in red, making him internally flinch.

Gordon examines it for a moment, eyebrows knitting together. “Doesn’t look fatal at least but we definitely need to get that patched up.” His eyes drift towards the door. “There should be a medkit somewhere around here... Stay right here, I’ll be back.”

Gordon leaves. Benrey feels like he’s dreaming- there’s no way Gordon is taking care of him right now.

Benrey pintches himself. He doesn’t wake up.

...Huh.

Gordon’s taking care of him and that’s... That leaves a funny feeling inside. It’s not like all the others- the obvious feeling of love burning in his chest when he gets Gordon to laugh- but rather softer. Gentle. Warm and wrapping around him and telling him everything’s going to be okay.

Benrey wants to feel like that all the time.

The sweet voice acts on its own, bits of orange and light blue leaving him but the song is different than he’s used to. More like a loud hum than anything. Colors swirl around him and Benrey relaxes his shoulders.

Benrey doesn’t question the footsteps approaching- no matter how fast they are. He doesn’t even notice the newcomer in the doorway until he hears the gunshot. He jumps, but to his surprise, the soldier that found him now lies dead on the ground. Gordon enters after him, glaring at the body.

“Don’t touch him.” He hisses. And Benrey feels a much more familiar burn in his chest that makes his cheeks burn up.

Gordon glances to Benrey. “You alright?” His gaze flickers to the sweet voice still hanging in the air and back. “What does... Orange to light blue mean?”

Orange to light blue means I’m at home with you. Benrey laughs it off. “Eh, doesn’t matter. You got the good stuff?”

“...I hate that I know exactly what you’re asking.” Gordon holds up the medkit, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, there’s some painkillers in here. You gonna stay still while I patch you up?”

“Mmm... Maybe.” Gordon sends him a flat look. “Jeez, alright, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good- the best.”

“Stop talking, you’ll distract me.” Gordon removes the bodies of the soldiers and shuts the door. He sits down by Benrey, already starting to take out bandages and painkillers. “Just relax. I actually do have medical training, I’ll take care of this.”

Benrey nods. His life is in Gordon’s hands and he has a feeling he’s got nothing to fear.

(Eventually the rest of the Science Team finds them. Gordon startles but is immediately relieved when he sees them. Benrey leans on his shoulder, fast asleep.)

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These always turn out so much longer than I intend... Oops. Anyways, I hope you like it! Feel free to send another request! I really wanna write short things right now!

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #benrey #hlvrai gordon freeman #frenrey #SB Speaks #SB Writes #My Drabble #drabble #ask meme #ask #ask game #violence #blood #gun #gun wound #death

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sutimetravelau · 4 years

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twoies playing among us, how would that be

Oh boy. This is great bc me and my pals on discord play as the twoies sometimes so this is based (a little) on experience!

Twoie (Crewmate) - Does his tasks quickly so he can watch the cams. Is the guy who has a whole Phoenix Wright monologue in discussion. VERY angry when nobody listens to him even though he SAW ET vent!!!!!!!!!! Gets ejected for being suspicious.

Twoie (Imposter) - okay he's either a non stop killing machine or too nervous to do anything and loses. No in between. In tag he's ruthless and LOVES to kill.

Tats (Crewmate) - chill, does his tasks, doesn't really pay attention to others unless they're being suspicious around him. Quiet during deliberations.

Tats (Imposter) - the same tbh except instead of doing tasks he's calmly killing and venting. Since he's silent as both crew and imposter he doesn't even have to have an alibi. Does the sabotage where he traps someone in a room with him. Always wins.

Denim (Crewmate) - has a baby with him (Steven!!!) At all times. Is a good crewmate and does his tasks quick to watch cams with Twoie. Takes notes mentally of who went out and into every room. Says shit like "if you kill me, you'll be orphaning my son. You really want to do that? You wanna do that to poor... Poor little Denim? Levi? You wanna do that to him? You monster?" This only works on a few Twoies (SB, Steeb, sometimes Hero) but hey it's funny. Very calm and calculated in deliberations.

Denim (Imposter) - a little nervous but mostly p good. He kills "to feed my son" and tries to stay quiet during talks. But that usually gets picked up on. Thank god he can make himself sound calm enough to be convincing, though. 50/50 win.

Hero (Crew) - Average crewmate. After he's done with tasks he runs around trying to catch the imposter in the act. Stalks the suspicious person and might get killed for it. Accidently screams when he dies and forgets to mute mic. Oops. Very bitter when a ghost and attempts to give some hints. (Which is against the rules so he's shut down) when alive he's very dramatic in deliberation.

Hero (imposter) - not that great tbh. He's very nervous like Twoie and ends up getting caught on his second kill. Also a bad liar. He really wants to be good as imposter, though :( banks on oxygen depleting.

P (crew) - watches cams w Twoie and hero. Is ALWAYS with someone GODDAMNIT which makes him hard to kill. First to go to sabotages. Very angry when he gets killed in the middle of a task and just mutters "fuck you" into the unmuted mic. In deliberations he skips a lot. "I'm gonna follow you because you're suspicious, okay? :)"

P (imposter) - the people he was always with last game get killed first. (Which makes him easy to get found out) and he spends a lot of time hiding in vents. Bad liar. Doesn't rly like being imposter but enjoys trying to trap people. LOVES two/three imposter mode! But usually dies and just sabotages as a ghost.

SB (crew) - "hey, can I follow one of you guys around..? Please? I'm scared :(" kinda guy. Since he's selective mute he either uses in game or discord chat to talk. Which can be used to his advantage or disadvantage based on how the games going. Loves doing tasks and being a crewmate! Very paranoid of others.

SB (imposter) doesn't like being imposter because its scary. Hardly kills anyone. Doesn't plan ahead. He'll hop out of a vent and kill somebody then someone else will walk in and he'll just vote himself off. Tries to bank on sabotages. However in two/three imposter mode he's not that bad! Since he's not expected to talk he doesn't have to give an alibi and gets overlooked a lot. Usually the last imposter to survive. Apologies to everyone he's killed (esp denims baby)

420 (crew) lax on tasks but gets em done. Forgets as a ghost. Mostly just fucks around and goofs w the boys. Talks a lot and shuts up for a hot second when he gets killed before talking again like nothing happened, but with a bitter tone. Everyone can tell he was killed. Doesn't pay attention. Is the kind of guy to walk past a body or stand on one and not see it. Gets voted off and is salty abt it. Goofs in ghost chat. "Nooooo not tats!!! U were my best bud dude :(("

420 (imposter) - surprisingly good! 60/40 win chance. Not the best at lying though... Tries to stall for voting time by talking about something else and joking around. Makes his name stupid shit or Imposter or (another colour) to fuck w everyone (that's for both tbh)

ET (crew) - doesn't like being crewmate. Is good at catching imposter in the act because he's so good at imposter and knows all the tricks. He'll walk out of a room, walk back in, and see the murder and just smugly report it and get the imposter. Tricks them so fucking much. Announces he's in fucking medbay while he's going to electric just to try and get their asses. Doesn't let ANYONE get within a five foot radius of him because they might kill him. Doesn't help sabotages. Lax on his tasks.

ET (imposter) - hell yeah BABY TIME TO SHINE!!! he LOVES being imposter, even if he's not the best at it, and is the kind of motherfucker to just LIE. LIE. LIE. He'll kill someone in FRONT OF someone else, blame the other person, and get away with it. Ruthless. Laughs manically when he wins to piss off the others and let them know their fate is sealed.

When Steven joins everyone goes easy on him and tones down all their joking. Very family friendly fun time when baby is here

Steven (crew) - does tasks happily (usually humming or singing a song). He's never alone either, but that's because someones always wanting to protect him. (Usually denim or SB. Sometimes ET). Sad when he finds a body and has NO idea who did it because he's not paying that much attention. Also he has two babies!!! Very cute.

Steven (imposter) - HATES being imposter. Hits emergency button and says "Vote me. I'm it. I don't wanna kill anyone :(". He's good at tag, though, and doesn't mind hurting them then (but leaves denims baby alone.)

#i played as et btw #im not thag good tho ajdbs im off my game #i used to be good tho #anyways take this essa #y

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alizardjae · 4 years

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Dexholders scored by their willingness to kill

0/5= Would rather die than kill someone * 1/5= Would kill to protect themselves or loved ones from death * 2/5= Would kill to protect themselves or loved ones from harm * 3/5= Would kill in the heat of the moment * 4/5= Would kill out of hatred towards the target * 5/5= Would kill if they could justify it to themselves

No dexholder scores above that, so I’m just gonna cap it there

Red: 2.5/5- He could get close to going over the edge, but would inevitably stop himself and feel horrified that he even thought of killing someone outside of an absolutely desperate situation. Even in one, he’d feel guilty, even if he knew he didn’t have another choice.

Green: 1/5- Had a higher killing intent as a kid, but has since calmed down and would now more likely sacrifice himself to save someone than kill to do so

Blue: 2/5- Even if she’s thought of killing, she couldn’t make herself actually do it, and she feels guilty for wishing for someone’s death once she’s calmer. While she could kill to protect someone, it would probably trigger another trauma response from her.

Yellow: 5/5- She’s already tried it. Twice. And threatened to kill another three guys. Sird is lucky she got distracted by Red’s battle before she could come for her. It’s not that she wants to kill, per se, or that it’s her first solution, but she certainly won’t hesitate if provoked and won’t feel bad after.

Gold: 2/5- I mean, he did drop Pryce in the time vortex for what, for all he knew, could be eternity. But in general, he’d rather knock some sense into an enemy and then forgive them.

Silver: 0.5/5- Acts tough, but he could hardly kill someone to save himself. He holds out hope for even the worst people. The worst he can get is angrily wishing someone would die in an accident, which he then feels bad about.

Crystal: 2.5/5- Only reason this isn’t a 2/5 is because she’d probably kill to protect a stranger from harm rather than just her loved ones, especially if the stranger was a child.

Ruby: 4.5/5- Full on 5/5 during RS but has since calmed down... slightly. He’d feel guilty after the fact, though.

Sapphire: 0.5/5- Way too empathetic to kill except accidentally, and even that would traumatize her for a good while.

Emerald: 1/5- In his first arc he pretends to be a 3/5, but he’s actually way too soft for that, plus his role model is Crys, who wouldn’t want him to kill.

Diamond: 0/5- He’d much rather sacrifice himself before ever trying to kill someone (nevermind that you probably can’t actually kill him,) no matter how vile they are.

Pearl: 3/5- Split chance on whether he’d sacrifice himself or attack under duress, but if he did attack, he’d probably go all out. Definitely feels guilty after.

Platinum: 1/5- It’d probably be an accident, but she could still do it. She’d rather injure than kill.

Black: 2/5- Generally believes in people too much, but could potentially be provoked. All of Unova gets bumped up because most sensible people would murder Ghestis given the chance.

White: 2/5- She knows what she stands for and who she’s loyal to.

Blake: 5/5- ...But with a big footnote that in his case it’s more a lack of being against killing than any desire to kill. He wouldn’t kill out of anger, but rather because he thought it was the expedient choice. Might find himself questioning his decision later and trying to convince himself that he was right, though.

Whitley: 2/5- I can see it. She thinks she’s a 0/5 but she’d probably kill if desperate and panic for a week after.

X: 5/5- Already threatened to kill Emma. He’s got a lot of hatred and anger pointed at himself that could easily be released onto someone else if provoked. Might calm down some in the near future, now that he’s not constantly dwelling on his negative emotions.

Y: 4/5- Has way too much built up anger that she’s used to venting and is easily provoked. This would start a cycle of self-hatred that she’d end up venting on others and then hate herself more. Might calm down some in the future now that some of her relationships with those around her are repairing themselves.

Sun: 0/5- Hasn’t even thought about it. He’s just too... mild to try it. He’d try to escape or stall an enemy rather than kill it, even in dire straits.

Moon: 0/5- She’s a doctor at heart. The closest she could do is euthanasia, and it’d still break her heart.

Sou: 5/5- No hesitation Kidding, we haven’t seen enough of him for me to score him.

Schilly: She wouldn’t necessarily try to kill someone, but she might not feel more than a sense of “oops” if something she did happened to lead to a death. Haven’t seen enough of her to judge any more than that.

#pokespe #long post #read more #death #ask to tag #not gonna tag all of the dexholders because I don't want to spam all of their tags #rambling

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crashcitycentral · 3 years

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I might as well make this series Bart and the Batboys.

So we all know Bart and his dynamic with Tim, but honestly there's so many possibilities. Hi, if you're new here, I rant a lot about how Bart and Jason would get along wonderfully.

Anyways, Bart and Damian. So we all know Bart, once he dies, for some reason always comes back younger. (That reason is probably cause DC creators only see him as comedic relief and keeping him young keeps his spark but I'll leave that for another time). So eventually, When he comes back from death as Impulse, same age as Damian, after previously being as old as Tim (which is just weird), we have a blooming friendship.

Now obviously, Damian- bless him- is our snobby little prince with serious attatchment issues and good sense of humor. I feel like Bart would bring out a totally different side of him tho. We all know About Damian and Colin, or Damian and Jon, but Bart is just different from them.

As I've stated in my JayBart rants, Bart and Damian would definatly hold that sort of mutual understanding of what it's like to die and come back.

But other than being a total prankster and fun loving kid, Bart has his moments when he's got this off-shore wise part of him that has great advice. (such baby) I feel like Damian trying to shed away his teachings from the LOA and trying to fit into his newfound clusterheck of a family would be really hard for him. Obviously Bart knows a thing or two about that, seeing as him and his own family didn't get along either and they had no idea he existed until he showed up one day too, so Damian would see this side of Bart whenever he gives the Robin advice or just talks that no one else really sees and thats just so... hgggn

Also, Bart would definatly try to teach Damian how to have fun and invite him to tag or hide and seek and only get Damian to play when he says it can help in tacticality and training. He'd be very patient the entire time with him, and ends up having fun anyways. (Accidently breaks more than a few vases in the manor durring tag, oops)

Bart is also basically immune to rude comments since he's just too aloof to either notice them or care. (Legit, joker calls him an "obnoxious, fleet-footer, super brat" and all Bart does is think for a moment and say "no I'm not") Anything Damian throws at him he'll laugh along too. Also, 90% sure Bart would get Damian to smile a lot when people aren't around and he calls it a win.

Since Bart was trained in combat by Timmy and the LAPD and he has superspeed reaction time, he's a great spar partner for Damain. Dami uses him mostly for hand-to-hand or vent sparring and Bart is completely okay with this. His reflexs to all the punches and kicks are perfect for a moving target and keeping the fight going for longer.

There's a lot more I can say on this but I'll end it here. Y'all are probably like "Who's gonna read this long heckin thing" and I'm wondering the same.

#Damian Wayne #bart allen #damibart #robin #impulse #i love them #BatFam #Flashfam #Batboys and Bart series

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evolsinner · 3 years

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i must've fallen asleep in the car because when i wake up, it's 3:00 am, and i'm in bed with a muscular arm wrapped over me. i smile, interlocking my fingers in the bruised hand at the end of it. the fingers gradually reciprocate and i'm at even more peace when i realise that isaac is also awake.

the room echoes with the soft sounds of an electric fan somewhere in the corner. there are blue led lights underneath the bed which lights the room up in a bluey lambent glow. i lift the covers off me, the heat wearing down on me like a hot summer's night.

"where're you going?" isaac questions groggily in his sexy tired voice.

the slightest movement and he thinks i'm in trouble. i imagine he's always gonna be half~awake considering everything i filled him in about. 'twas a lot, would explain why i fell asleep in the car right after.

"gee, relax, just tryna get comfortable."

he snuggles his head into the crook of my shoulder. "thought that psycho brother of yours, kayden, or whatever his name is was gonna steal you away from me again."

“new hotel?” i change the subject.

“yeah. figured a penthouse might expose us.”

"good call. hey...isaac?"

"hm?"

"can we have a black wedding?"

he chuckles, "sure."

"and rainbow bridesmaids and groomsmen?"

he laughs even harder, "i'd like to be in your head sometime, luv, as the stuff you say, brightens my day."

"well, don't get too excited because it's not all sunshine and lollipops."

"of course. anything else you want for the wedding?"

"can it be a destination wedding?"

"check."

"can we have ice cream cake?"

"yum, check."

"oh! oh! also, unicorns and pegasus' and alicorns and~"

"woah, woah, calm down, luv, that's a whole trip to wonderland."

i break into laughter.

he kisses my ear lobe, "missed you, my baby."

that tone in his voice makes me wet weak. it's my favourite one too. although, i guess if his voice affects me then i have always been fucked from the start. because, man, when he would yell in class, yeah, i would be butthurt, 'cept i would also be strangely turned on? like, the fuck was wrong with me?

"missed you too," i giggle as the nibbling travels down my ear to my neck.

"missed you a lot,” he seems to be getting at something...

"doubt it," i flip on my back.

he grins and kisses the tip of my nose. his nose kisses are by far the best. it gives me a sense of protection; humble protection at its finest. it's like springtime with yellow sunlight shining in through the drapes. a peck lands on my cheek and i crinkle my nose as i beam from its tenderness. next, a rare kiss lands on my eyelid when i blink. he’s showering me with kisses and i giggle at each random place he plants them on.

i've looked into hazel coloured orbs, and i was trapped in a painting of a forest fire. i've looked into crystal coloured orbs, and i've drowned in the deepest of oceans. and now these emerald coloured ones, i'm up there with the northern lights, lost in neverland and never do i ever wanna come back down.

i lift my head up and plant a kiss on his sugary sweet lips. an explosion of marshmallows dipped in cherry wine erupts in my mouth. i was craving his taste and this whole time i was taking the wrong doses of another.

he leans further over me and slowly slides his hands up and down my waist. the skin he leaves touched has a tingly sensation to it and goosebumps form all over me. just when i thought i've subdued the sensation, he runs his hand over the area again; there's no break for me.

his lips melt over mine like fairy floss liquefying in the stinging sun and now all i see is iridescent saliva coating his mouth. he deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting a war with mine like he's some warrior on a battlefield.

it makes me remember the first time we kissed and it wasn't even that long ago. please, god, take me back to the first time we kissed. and he does, he does take me back to the first time we kissed.

sir's hand rummages over the bedside table and some things fall down. i'm tryna keep him from ripping his lips off mine. he looks across for a few quick seconds, his hand running over random objects, then he gives up on his objective.

"god," he groans in frustration.

oh. "who cares? just pull out in time."

"luv," he raises his thick eyebrows, "don't think i could do that 'in time' on this particular occasion."

well, damn, he missed me more than i had expected.

"besides, pulling out isn't a safe form of protection," he adds.

"ugh, since when did you care about that?"

"since when i get you pregnant, i don't want it to be by accident. i want to make sure it's the best sex of your life."

i gulp.

"yes," he raises his eyebrows, amused at my shocked expression. "one of these days, i'm going to impregnate you. can't wait to see you grow big, snack on a bunch load of candy, and then have you pop out our precious little one."

i turn crimson.

"be right back," he smiles, sitting up on the bed. "i'll go check if i have some spare protection in my car," and retrieves his fallen phone.

"wait," i get up and lean onto his back. "i'm coming with."

"babe," he chuckles, "i chose the first floor for a reason. the car's right out there. i won't be long, i promise."

"please, i want to go with you," i plea like a little girl. "bad things happen every time you leave me alone."

"alright," he plants a firm kiss on my forehead, his palm resting at the nape of my neck. "let's go on an adventure to the car park, shall we?"

"race you!" i quickly jump off the bed and speed towards the door.

"hey!" he laughs out and chases me. "i wasn't ready, cheater!"

i run down the golden hallway and into the massive oval~shaped space of the reception area. the borders of the walls are painted gold and the walls themselves have a luxurious~looking pattern on it; too detailed to find out how it begins.

i pause, standing in my pyjama shorts with my eyes darting around to locate the exit.

"there!" one of the receptionists catches on and points to the revolver door right at the front.

my face lights up like the cheshire cat. the receptionist dude chuckles. he and his other three colleagues are really enjoying this little show in front of them. i mean, who wouldn't? two guests running around wildly, barefoot, in the middle of the night.

"catch me if you can, jay!" i sprint straight to the glass revolving door.

isaac reaches me a tad bit late and he just misses the slot i get into.

i stick my tongue out at him like 'ha~ha'.

he scoffs, "fuck you."

ah, yes, our 'fuck yous'. our forever and always.

i rush to the car, and once i reach it, i come to an abrupt halt.

a pair of keys jingle obnoxiously behind me.

"guess i've won, sweetheart."

i frown like a child whose third scoop of ice cream has gone crashing to the ground. "you're a cheater," i rebut, heading across to the passenger seat with my arms crossed. "plus, i meant who gets to the car first, not who gets inside."

"ah, rules, rules, rules," he mocks with a sly smile playing on his lips. "always new rules with you."

i purse my lips to stifle a grin.

he walks over to me and cages me but doesn't say anything.

"..isaac.." i break into a diffident smile, glancing away.

"what?" he chuckles.

"stop..doing that."

"'doing' what?"

"that..that eye thing."

"sweetheart, i have no idea what you're talking about."

i roll my eyes, blushing.

he continues to stare.

"see! you're doing it again!"

he laughs, leaning into me, "i can't help it, darlin’, you're just so beautiful."

"whatever," i get way too shy to make eye contact.

the bimmer beeps twice behind me.

i look at isaac with surprise.

"looks like you've won, daisy," and he opens the door for me.

i blush incredibly, chaotically even, and upon his request, i hop inside the car.

that's right, loser, i did win.

-ˋˏ ༻🥂༺ ˎˊ-

there was no, um, you know in the car, so now we’re on our way to the servo to get some.

"this is a nice song."

"you like it?" sir faces me. "it's by that french singer, ah, what's her name. right," he snaps his fingers, remembering, "'indila'."

"'une dernière danse'," i say. "what does it mean?"

he chuckles.

"what?" i beam timidly. "are you laughing at me?"

"no, it's just the way you pronounced it," he shakes his head. "it means 'one last dance', fyi."

"oh."

on the spur of the moment, isaac pulls up to the side of the road.

"what are you doing?" i query.

"an idea popped into my head," he announces. "get out of the car."

"what?"

"just do it."

i take my seatbelt off and exit the car. there, i stand in front of the windshield, freezing my ass off. it's dark as fuck, but the white headlights of the bmw give us plenty of vision. sir takes off his seatbelt and cranks the radio right up. he steps out of the car, leaves his door wide open and meets up with me.

"can you please tell me what's happening?!" i yell over the music.

"we're going to dance!" he places a hand on my waist and another on my shoulder.

"what?!" my eyes bulge out of their sockets. "in the middle of the road?! barefoot?!"

"yeah!"

"we're barely wearing any clothes!!"

"better this way!"

"what if a car comes?!"

"then we die!"

"i can't dance!"

"follow my lead!"

"sir~"

🎶je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit je danse avec le vent la pluie

the chorus hits once again, and simultaneously, isaac brings my waist closer to himself as he takes a full step back. i follow his lead, letting him guide me. backward, left side, forward, right side.

🎶et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur est-ce mon tour? vient la douleur

"oops..!" i step on his foot by accident. "sorry..!"

"don't worry!" he chuckles, twirling me around. "you're doing amazing!"

he repeats the steps, nodding at me supportively. a few vehicles begin pulling up to watch us dance! the rest, however, honk impatiently, heading around to get past us.

🎶je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit je danse avec le vent la pluie

the steps are sped up and repeated one final time before everything slows down to a finale. confidently, isaac pauses and dips me. i stare at him in total awe. i think he's in love, like, really in love.

🎶et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole

the few drunken humans gathered around us erupt with applause, whistling here and there.

"i love you," sir mouths, bringing me back up.

guys, i think he loves me.

#love #romance #teacher x student

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 years

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Miraculous Death Note

Now before I begin, the only real thing carrying over from Death Note is the Death Note itself.

Oh. And it’s going to be kind of dark. Which is a given, considering it DOES involve a Death Note.

DARKNESS LIES BEYOND THIS POINT!

It turns out that at some point shortly before the whole “Hawk Moth” conflict, Plagg got a little petty at one point. Maybe he was jealous of all the attention Tikki was getting. Maybe he was annoyed with her attitude? Maybe they got into an argument and someone threw out an off-handed comment that Plagg can’t actually create anything except chaos and destruction?

To which Plagg replies: “WATCH ME!”

And thus Plagg, the kwami of destruction and bad luck managed to actually create something.

His creation just happened to be a Death Note. Which is naturally a source of chaos and destruction.

“Oops.”

He would never hear the end of it from Tikki or the others if they found out, so Plagg took it upon himself to quietly get rid of the cursed item.

But it’s Plagg, so he just sort of looks around briefly for anything that stands out before seeing a nearby river. He figures that’s about as good a place as any to ditch it. After all, the book is useless if it gets wet, right?

Now to be fair, it was a good idea. In theory. There were just a few minor details Plagg failed to take into account.

For one, they are already in Paris by this point, so the “river” in question happens to be the Seine. Which is a fairly popular and thus populated area.

For another, Plagg just dropped the Death Note from a height and flew off without checking to see where exactly the book landed.

In any other universe, the Death Note WOULD have landed in the Seine so this would all be a non-issue and thus much less interesting. But in THIS particular universe, a rather unlucky burst of wind hit at the right time and from the right direction just enough to send the Death Note landing on concrete instead of water.

“What’s this?”

And in front of an as of yet unaware soon to be owner of what might very well be the most dangerous artifact the world may never know.

Luka Couffaine was a normal teen. And an all around good guy. Certainly not someone with a god complex like another certain someone we could mention. Or two. Or three, if you count Kira.

As such, given that he is most certainly NOT a complete monster, when Luka found the Death Note and read through the rules, he did the relatively smart thing and promptly decided he was NOT messing with that. Nope. Not even going to test it “just to be sure”.

Of course, the word “relatively” is used because he doesn’t outright throw it in the Seine. To be fair, he wasn’t sure it could be destroyed and he was rather worried about what might happen if he should try. All the same, he wasn’t about to see it be used and possibly cause harm, even if by accident.

So instead, he put the thing in a box and hid it in his room, fully intent on ignoring its existence until he could find a more permanent place to hide it where it would never be used.

...that wasn’t to say he wasn’t tempted at times, though.

Like say, finding out his sister had been locked in a bathroom and cheated out of her place in her class picture because of a certain bully.

Or learning that said bully stole a Miraculous and almost crashed a train in order to show off.

Or dealing with his father in a more permanent fashion in case he ever tries to show his sorry face again.

Then there was this new girl who appeared. Lila Rossi.

He knew she was lying. Manipulating and enthralling everyone around her, including his own sister.

But every time, he held back. Always reminding himself of what was right or wrong. And in each instance, he always felt he made the right choice not to act, regardless of whether or not the Death Note would actually work.

The closest he had ever come to fully WANTING to use it was during the whole scandal with Bob Roth. Seeing XY taking credit for his music was bad enough. Seeing them also steal Marinette’s designs was somehow worse. But it was threatening her that made him see red and changed the melodies in his life into a discordant screech.

It was fortunate, perhaps, that he had been akumatized at that time. And it had all worked out, with everyone safe and the truth made known. He had even been able to confess his feelings to Marinette, something he had been wanting to do.

And he told himself that this was proof that things could work out. It was a sign that no Death Note was necessary. And furthermore that it should never be used.

...Then Miracle Queen happened.

That brat of a mayor’s daughter betrayed everyone. She agreed to help the madman terrorizing their city and willingly took on an akuma. She took control of everyone in the city, including himself. He only hoped Marinette had been spared, as what Miracle Queen had inflicted on him was not something he ever wanted her to have to experience.

But the worst part? Despite the chances Ladybug had given her, she had turned her back on the hero for her own selfish gain. And furthermore, she revealed every single Miraculous user Ladybug had ever called on for aid, forced them to fight for her, and had nearly gotten people killed. All for the sake of her own ego.

And not once had she shown any remorse.

He was angry, certainly.

He was tempted, yes.

And given how things turned out all right with Ladybug and Chat Noir winning in the end, he could very well have let it go just as he had with every other instance.

Except...

There was Marinette, breaking down in front of him. Looking lost and oh so pained by burdens she couldn’t share.

Except...

There was Marinette, sad and grieving after the events of that day, but unable to talk to him or anyone else about it.

Except...

There was Marinette, who right before his eyes disappeared in a burst of pink light only to be replaced with none other than Ladybug.

The hero of Paris who had put herself on the line for them all.

Who was so burdened by her role and responsibilities.

Who had lost what little support she’d had and now felt truly alone.

Marinette. Who was Ladybug. Who was Marinette. Who he loved.

Who was suffering because of that damn brat!

It was enough to break even the greatest of patience.

She betrayed everyone, he thought as he went to his room.

She stole the Miraculous twice, he thought as he reached his bed.

She’d created more akumas than any other person, he thought as he pulled out a simple-looking shoebox.

She willingly let herself be akumatized and tried to do it again, he thought as he opened the box.

She agreed to work with the one terrorizing the city, he thought as he took out the precious artifact inside.

She revealed the other Miraculous users and forced them to do her bidding, he thought as he took the book to his desk.

She had been tormenting everyone for years, he thought as he opened the book.

She hurt his sister, he thought as he grabbed a pen.

She hurt Marinette, he thought as he placed the pen to paper, marring the once clear and pristine page.

Honestly, he would be doing the world a favor.

She deserved this. If there was any justice...if ever he needed justification, surely this was more than enough.

And it would be for the best...it would be better for everyone...

...wouldn’t it?

He paused.

Could he really do this?

Real or not...could he live with himself if he actually tried this?

...

A single thought formed.

She made him hurt Marinette.

Within seconds, the first name was written in the book.

CHLOE BOURGEOIS

Little bumble bee, little bumble bee

Buzzing around, causing such a buzz

Let's see you be crushed by your dreams

He releases a breath, feeling a strange sense of relief.

Of course nothing happens.

Of course it was just a normal book.

Of course it doesn’t actually kill people.

Of course...

But at the very least, Luka no longer felt the rage.

He was still upset with Chloe, certainly. She was a vile person who had done horrible things. Hurt the city. Hurt Marinette. Time and time again. And despite all the second chances she had been offered and all the people who truly tried to help her, even defend her...even as she only hurt them in return.

It was such a waste.

At the very least, he’d gotten the feelings out and avoided being made into an akuma himself. It was too dangerous, especially with Hawk Moth being aware of his identity and even moreso with what he now knew about Ladybug.

About Marinette...

It was just a normal book. Nothing more. His writing a name and method of death hadn’t done anything. It just allowed him to vent and work out the stress. That was all, and that was even enough. But perhaps he should stick to music from here on out though.

Because a book couldn’t kill people. That was just silly.

And when Luka learned a few days later that Chloe Bourgeois suddenly died when that stupid bee signal of hers was to be replaced with a fancier version by her demand, and that new one accidentally fell on her?

Surely it was just coincidence.

#ml fic #ml crossover #death note #bad things happen #ml dark #dark luka #miracle queen spoilers #miracle queen aftermath #some people are still angry about that

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trashbinbackyard · 3 years

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pre, general and love for yecal + neja and kadiz + tal

I am still stressed AF

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

“Want to do crime, crimedoer will be hired” and Yecal took the bait

On some sort of recon mission, on part of Tal, Kadiz also just happened to be right there on the data they needed

What was their first impression of each other?

Yecals was along the lines of “well this certainly cant be she, can it?” idk about Neja

Kadiz was extremely skittish about being seen. Tal probably though “wth is that”

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Neither of them let their relatives know before they were actually dating (or married)

Im sure Tal’s other partners were supportive of him getting some more love. Kadiz doesn’t have friends and family to speak of, but Rosta and Charon were kinda ??? on the whole situation

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Hard to say, both are kinda ho’s but who falls faster I don't know, my moneys a bit on Neja’s side

Tal, Kadiz didn’t really consider it at first

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Nope, even though their meet-cute was kinda absurd

In the end no, Kadiz was little slower to recognize the feelings but she never tried to deny them

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Lol xd

“a what”

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Not much different, just Yecal lacking a person to share house chores with, and Neja not having a secured bed

Quail’s force would lack a walking databank for one, Kadiz would be much more lonely

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Neja? Kinda? Leaving her number all suggestive and all. But it also could be Yecal for reaching out again

Kadiz, sorta, by accident

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yecal’s gonna consider their little breaking and entering stunt and their first date

They rarely have free time and Kadiz really cant be seen by the general public so their date options are limited. Just go hide in a nook in the base and chat

What was their first kiss like?

Right before bonking

Kadiz thought an acceptable kiss good luck to a friend was on the lips (oops)

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

I doubt, both were Veteran Ho’s at that point

Kadiz’s first everything really, for Tal though? Nope

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Plenty heightwise, age not so much

They are similar heights, Kadiz is considerably older (you minx you)

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Chill, Yecals family might get little much for Neja but they mean no harm. Yecal is also cool with Neja’s fam

Thats a can worms

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Either could, though Yecal greatly enjoys Neja telling someone off, that's his wife!

Kadiz, she’s very matter-of-fact and usually has good insight

Who gets jealous easier?

They’re adults, they’re past that

Kadiz, a little, with not being able to eat or sleep, and consumed with curiosity

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Both do, though it would be hilarious for Neja to ask Yecal to lean down as if she has something Very Important to say and then it’s a dick pun

They don’t do that

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Yecal, just get it out in the open by the time he knows she feels the same and wont leave him looking all stupid

Taliesin, a very loving boy

What are their primary love languages?

Physical touch, acts of service, quality time

Quality time, word, acts of service

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Both, relentlessly

Kadiz might try some out, but she’s going to be embarrassed

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Whenever they’re home at the same time it is given that they just pile up. In public they would link arms or even smooch

They cuddle whenever they have free time. No pda, though is smooching in front of your boss is pda then..

Who initiates kisses?

Both do, Yecal just little more often, don't even need to be mouth kisses, a forehead kiss goes a long way

Both do, Tal maybe more often?

Who’s the big and little spoon?

They switch, look, sometimes big bad goth vigilante wants to be held, ain't nothing wrong with that

Kadiz is happy to be the big spoon

What are their favorite things to do together?

Cuddle, bar crawl

Cuddle, tell stories

Who’s better at comforting the other?

No idea, Yecal isn’t a super comforting presence other than having very strong hugs and soft feathers

Kadiz, just a shoulder to cry on and to vent, she can handle it

Who’s more protective?

Yecal, Neja please be safe you are so small and divine

Kadiz, if she could whisk all of Tal’s trauma away she would, the best she can do is look after him

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical

Either or

Who remembers the little things?

Neja more likely, Yecal’s a little scatterbrained

Kadiz, that's what being a walking computer does to ya

#oh lord help me #im both scared for noobert and also scared of the vet bill #at least sami agreed to haul us to the vet so i dont gotta worry about a taxi or bus at least #hhhhhnnnngggg #space shitstorm #aight imma head to shower

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isa-ghost · 5 years

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Bro Average & Divorce Analysis

Y’all are right, don’t demonize Stacy. It’s unfair and stupid and some of the extents people go to to demonize her are straight fuckin gross. Don’t do it. But don’t criminalize Chase either. Don’t make out either of the two to be evil. Here’s why--

In Bro Average, the divorce was shown super spontaneously (a big reason why people demonize Stacy so much).

The only two reasons for the divorce that have solid evidence to support them are that the Brodys either had serious financial problems and Chase’s channel wasn’t doing enough, or that Stacy thought Chase’s dream job was childish and dumped him because of it (his trickshot names and reactions to scoring shots are arguably “immature” for a man Chase’s age, even if there’s nothing wrong with being a child at heart. Stacy might even think being a YouTuber/vlogger in general is immature, we don’t know).

More solidly supported is the financial trouble reason--

“No, baby, no. No, I know, yeah, I’m trying, okay? I’m working, I’m trying to get all the shots. Just look, just don’t take the kids.”

“Just don’t take the kids.” really makes it sound like she’s threatening him with taking them away from him if he doesn’t start making money. This right here is probably one of the biggest reasons why people demonize her so much.

“This one’s called I’m Staying At My Sister’s This Weekend.”

Stacy is separating from him. Chase is no saint here, it could be because he’s too stubborn to get a more financially helpful job. Or, he’s simply trying to hold out hope that his dream job will take off finally. (Speaking as someone who had a father who did that, and it ended up not taking off and royally fucking things up financially for the family). What we know of Chase so far from all of his video appearances shows he’s got that Soft Heart And Big Dreams personality, it’s very likely that’s what he tried to do. It’s a common movie/show trope that the father figure just can’t bring himself to let go of work-related dreams until it’s too late. But the stubbornness isn’t out-ruled here. We don’t know which was the case. Either way, Stacy separated from him.

“Well I don’t care what your sister says. Just please, at least let me see [the kids] on the weekends still.”

Okay 1) Stacy’s sister has no say in Chase’s visitation of HIS kids. She’s not the legal guardian, even if she’s a relative, regardless of why she says he can’t see them. 2) There is no reason Chase can’t see them on weekends or at all. Whether the separation (not yet divorce) was because of Chase’s “immaturity” or because of financial failure, there is no reason Chase can’t have any visitation with his kids whatsoever other than “you’re too immature, so you’re not mature enough to be a father” which is a little bit unreasonable, not to mention a huge assumption on Stacy’s part and definitely more opinion than fact. (Another big reason people demonize Stacy).

“This one’s called Fuck You Chase, I’m Leaving You And I’m Taking The Kids With Me.”

He could have said it that way out of frustration, she could have actually said that word for word. We don’t know. But Stacy moving to her sister’s to get away from Chase and refusing to let him see the kids was a very obvious sign she’s getting ready to divorce him. This is where people shouldn’t demonize Stacy. If she took the kids with her, she obviously cares enough about them and takes being a mother seriously enough that she wants them. Not to mention, if Chase is at fault for the financial troubles because his dream job of being a vlogger won’t take off and make enough money, then why would she leave the kids with him?

“H-H- Hey sweetie! Yeah, daddy loves y-” [Chase is hung up on.]

Here I personally think it was Stacy that hung up the phone (whether she pressed the button or if she made the kid do it, because it’s not far fetched to say that if his kids love him, they wouldn’t hang up so suddenly), BUT if Chase has little kids, like we’re pretty sure he does based on the sounds we hear in Dark Silence, then maybe the kid just hung up too soon on accident or something. If Stacy DID hang up on him or make the kid do it, then this is yet another reason people demonize her. The assumption alone that she might’ve been the one to do it is another reason people demonize her. It’s more evidence that she’s completely cutting Chase off from his kids.

“This one’s called Fuck You Chase, I Want A Divorce”

Again, we don’t know if that was said by Stacy word for word or said out of frustration. If it was, Chase is reasonably upset and kind of has every right to say it that way. It’s our fault if we take that as a reason to demonize Stacy.

[Chase breaks down crying]

THIS is the moment I think his depression truly started, or kicked into the severity we see later on in the storyline if he had depression this entire time and just never showed it on-screen in what we see. He’s lost his family, and Stacy is being difficult about visitation.

It was never mentioned that he drank, he never seemed drunk, and he was never shown drinking alcohol here, before the divorce or even right after. There is NO evidence that he drank heavily before Bro Average and the divorce. If anything, him using the teabags might imply he drank a lot of tea. He started drinking whiskey AFTER the divorce, out of grief because he lost his family to is drinking to to try and numb the pain. He didn’t even really show he has depression during BA/before the divorce. He’s actually extremely bubbly and happy in BA in the scenes he isn’t talking to Stacy/being upset about the divorce, which I know doesn’t mean he’s not depressed, but he certainly doesn’t show it here as strongly as he does in any video we see him in after BA.

**Also gonna just mention here about the idea that Anti might’ve had a hand in the divorce. We have 0 evidence for that so it’s possible but equally as unlikely. I personally feel like Sean would’ve included SOME kind of way to show he did. At this point in time (April 2017) he might not have even planned on having an entire ego storyline OR have egos interacting with each other. So again, its possible but also unlikely.**

“This one’s called The Drive-By.”

And THIS is where all the huge confusion on our end comes in. Did he really pull a drive-by? All the rest of his trickshots seem like they take place in that office building. And we see all of his struggling with Stacy going on there too, like they’re arguing while he’s at work trying to make money for them. 99% of BA takes place in that building, its just this scene we don’t know about.

There’s actual gunshot noises and screams like he actually committed a drive-by. It’s also not uncommon for people both in media and real life to do something stupid, rash or even violent when they’re under too much emotional/mental stress. It’s actually proven that men especially act out in violence because of fear of being perceived as weak if they show vulnerable emotions like sadness (*vibrates in psychology major, oops*), so they vent through physical, often violent means instead. (I doubt Sean knows that, and I doubt even more that he planned such an intricate real life detail in something that wasn’t even supposed to be an ego power hour in the first place, but I digress).

This face especially right here makes me think he might have actually done it. He looks dead inside, almost like he’s glaring. If Anti had a hand in the divorce, did he make Chase do this too, if he really did do it?

“This one’s called Stacy I Love You, Please Don’t Go.”

It’s not uncommon for a mass shooter to commit suicide after they commit their shooting. Not only that, but obviously of course, suicide is extremely common in depressed people, and the divorce (with or without the depression as an added factor) is a big motivator for someone to do something like this, especially since Chase likely doesn’t have much else to live for besides his kids, which are being kept from him completely by Stacy. Basically what I’m saying here is, there’s A LOT of good reasons why Chase would try to kill himself. Also want to mention really quick that Chase did not show violent behavior that we saw before this, so him being violent towards Stacy or the kids remains ruled out of the reasons with evidence why Stacy would divorce him.

There’s a real gunshot noise when he shoots himself. It has also been CONFIRMED by Henrik in KJSE that this suicide attempt was legit, because he said he saved Chase.

We should also keep this scene after the outro in mind. Is it just as canon as the rest of BA? Is it just Sean being a goof and this is a blooper? Did Chase not successfully kill himself? That’s a big possibility. We don’t know. But we DO know he definitely shot himself for real and Henrik saved him. I’m kinda leaning towards this being a blooper of Sean being a dork, personally.

ALSO-

*Galaxy-brains for a moment here* What if Chase’s dreams of being a YouTuber/vlogger DID end the divorce and now as some twisted ass irony, he’s actually achieved his dream because he has to pose as Jack on the channel? Now THAT I could see Sean doing, especially since he said he’s been plotting for months and definitely had a vague plan during Mayhem, which is when Chase posing as Jack while Jack is comatose was revealed.

Anyways, TLDR; Don’t demonize Stacy, it’s gross and we have no justified reason to, only assumptions. But don’t demonize Chase either, because from all we’ve seen of him so far from BA and afterwards, he was only trying to make a dream career happen and his refusal to let that dream die killed his marriage. Both he and Stacy have their flaws here, so don’t demonize one or the other.

#jacksepticeye #chase brody

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kinderes · 4 years

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for forever

Summary: Virgil and Roman decide to have a sibling-free day. Warnings for very brief non-descript injuries, mentions of almost falling / being pushed out of a tree

Word count: 2285

Author’s note: part three of the boys will be bugs au! oops I started writing this almost exactly a year ago, but now that I’m done w/ my ts big bang project I really wanted to get back into this au!

Virgil was ten years old and not in a great mood when someone tapped on his bedroom window. He groaned and considered ignoring it when there was another, more insistent tap on the window.

“Psst! Virgil! Are you home?”

Virgil immediately recognised it as Roman’s voice. He drew open the purple curtains covering the window before pushing up the glass and glaring at Roman. “Hey Princey, you know most people just use the front door, right?”

Roman hoisted himself up onto Virgil’s windowsill and climbed into his room. “That’s exactly what he would expect!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Hiding from Remus?”

At the mention of Remus, Roman let out a loud cry of frustration. “Ugh! You’re lucky you only have to deal with him at school! You have no idea what it’s like to live with such a loud, annoying, obnoxious-”

As if on queue, Virgil’s older brother Remy burst through the door, talking to someone on his phone. “Yeah girl, just gimme a sec,” Remy said, before pressing his phone to his chest and addressing Virgil. “Hey Virge, I’m gonna need you to keep it down in here, I’m trying to talk to Steph ‘cause her boyfriend’s being a real-” Remy stopped, apparently finally noticing that Roman was there. “Oh, is this one of your friends? Kinda thought you were lying about having them, but it’s nice to know you’re not a complete loner. Anyway,” Remy left the room again, leaving Virgil’s door wide open as he continued talking on his phone.

“Remy don’t leave the door- ugh!” Virgil moved over to shut the door, sliding against it as it shut. “You know what, Ro? I kinda feel like having a brother-free day too, got any place we can go?”

Roman’s face lit up. “You know what, I just might!”

Virgil followed Roman as they both climbed out Virgil’s bedroom window. As they walked, Roman vented his frustrations about his brother.

“...and he always makes such a mess, which he always blames me for and then I have to help him clean it up! And he always kicks my mattress when I’m trying to sleep! Honestly, I’d switch bunks if the top bunk didn’t give me the high ground.” Roman huffed, then turned to grin at Virgil. “And that’s why I’m adopting you as my new twin brother!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I don’t think it works like that. For one thing, we look nothing alike.”

Roman waved a flippant hand. “We can fix that! We’ll just dye your hair brown, problem solved!”

“Hair colour isn’t the only difference, Princey.” Virgil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Besides, Dad says I have to be at least a rebellious teenager before I can dye my hair.” Plus we can’t afford it, Virgil added silently, but kept that thought to himself.

“Well, we’ll have to wait a few years for you to be a teenager, but we can work on the rebellious part! Remus can teach you how to-” Roman paused, catching his mistake. “Wait, no, I’m disowning Remus… guess I’ll have to do it!”

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, because you’re just as rebellious as Remus is.”

“I am!” Roman protested. “I get in trouble almost as much as he does!”

“Not sure that’s something to aim for, Ro.”

Roman hummed. “Hmm, perhaps you’re right. Ah!” He stopped dead in his tracks, almost causing Virgil to bump into him. “Here we are!”

Roman had led him and Virgil through the suburban streets and down a small wooded track as they had been talking, and they were now standing at the base of a tall tree with a wooden structure wedged between its branches.

Virgil looked up at it. “A treehouse?”

“A tree castle, actually!” Roman said proudly. “Look, it has a balcony and everything!” He began climbing up the ladder. “Our uncle built it for us last summer, so we hang out here all the time. Of course, Remus won’t be allowed up here anymore but you can still come here!”

Virgil frowned. “Won’t he be mad at us?”

“Probably!” Roman said cheerfully as he climbed up the last rung and into the treehouse. “You coming?”

Virgil looked at the ladder, then up at Roman. “Y-yeah, hold on.” He slowly began climbing up the ladder after Roman, and was almost to the top before he made the mistake of looking down and a worried noise escaped from his throat.

“Virgil?” Virgil heard Roman’s voice from above him. “Virge, you’re almost up!”

Virgil looked back up at Roman, and Roman extended his hand towards him. With a shaky breath, Virgil took it and was pulled up beside him.

“So… don’t like heights, huh?” Roman nudged him gently, but even that made Virgil grip tighter to the side railings of the treehouse.

Virgil tried and failed desperately to not look at the ground. “Yeah, and I uh… I don’t think I can get down.”

Roman hummed in thought. “That could be a problem… or you could just live up here!” He led Virgil further back into the treehouse, where there were two chairs and a couple of random toys scattered about. “I could bring you some blankets and food, and you can take care of the castle while Remus and I aren’t here!”

Virgil sat down on one of the chairs and grimaced. “Yeah, no thanks.”

They hung and talked with each other for a while. After about half an hour, they heard the sound of someone climbing up the ladder behind them, and Remus popped his head up. “Found you!”

“No! You’re not allowed up here Remus, I’ve disowned you!” Roman protested.

Remus climbed up and into the treehouse anyway. “I thought I disowned you last week?”

“You did, but you took it back in exchange for you being able to use my Switch for the week! Which you then dropped and then mum had to get it fixed, which is one of many reasons why I’m disowning you! And-” he put an arm around Virgil, “Virge’s my new brother!”

Remus let out an offended huff. “That’s not fair! It was an accident, and how come Virgil gets to be your brother?”

“Because I saw him first! Now get out!”

Remus grinned and crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do, push me out? Make me go splat on the ground?”

Roman’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Ew, no! If you’re not going to get out, then I guess we’ll just leave!” He made a move towards the treehouse’s entrance, but Remus blocked him. “Remus, move!”

Remus grinned wider. “Make me!”

Roman groaned, looking around the treehouse for another exit. His eyes settled on one of the small windows and his face lit up. Without another word, he dashed towards it and started to climb out of it and onto one of the branches supporting the treehouse. Remus and Virgil both rushed to the window and watched as he climbed higher up into the tree.

“You can’t get out that way, you dork!” Remus called after him. Roman looked down at him and stuck his tongue out. Remus returned the favour.

“He’s getting pretty high up,” Virgil said to Remus nervously. He wasn’t sure if the higher branches looked stable enough to support Roman’s weight. “Hey Roman, you can come down now!”

“Nah, keep going!” Remus called up to his brother. “See how high you can go!” He looked over and saw Virgil’s worried look. “Relax, he’s not gonna fall.”

“Challenge accepted!” Roman yelled back, quickening his pace as he neared the very top of the tree. One of the branches he tried to step on cracked as he put his weight on it. Roman yelped and grabbed onto the branch above him, just as the branch he’d just stepped on broke off and fell down onto the roof of the treehouse. Without much of a foothold left, he clung to the branch and tried to swing his leg up onto it. He looked down at Remus and Virgil, and for the first time looked about as nervous as Virgil felt.

“Okay, so he might fall!” Remus said. His tone was light, but his eyes were wide with panic as he stared up at his brother.

“R-Remus!” Roman called down, his voice shaking. “I’m stuck, go get Mum!”

“Yeah, okay!” Remus called back. He looked at Virgil and shrugged. “Not much you can do so just watch him and keep talking to him. Make sure he doesn’t freak out too much!”

Virgil nodded and kept looking up at Roman as Remus rushed out of the treehouse. He heard a whimper escape Roman’s lips.

“Y-you still there, Virgil?!” He said, sounding increasingly more panicked.

“Yeah!” Virgil replied, feeling helpless. “Just hang on, okay?”

“I don’t have much of a choice!” Roman snapped. He readjusted his grip and tried once more to pull himself up with little success.

Virgil looked back towards the ground, checking to see if Remus had come back. He hadn’t of course, since it had only been a few minutes and their house was at least ten minutes walk from the treehouse. Virgil watched as Roman struggled and was beginning to feel like they didn’t have that sort of time.

Virgil took a deep breath and climbed out of the window and onto the tree branch. His mouth felt dry as he tried not to look down. He began a slow ascent up towards where Roman was, watching the whole time as Roman kept trying and failing to climb up onto the branch he was hanging off of. His grip was shaky at best and the whole time he thought he was going to fall, but soon he was only a few branches below. He took a break for the moment, sitting down and straddling the sturdy branch he was on so he could feel steady even for just a short while.

Roman heard him and glanced down at him. “What are you doing?!” Roman hissed. “We don’t need two of us stuck in a tree!”

Virgil could see Roman’s arms were starting to shake from holding on. “Dude, you’re gonna fall!”

“No I’m not!” Roman shook his head, but it caused his grip to slip further. He panicked and squeezed his eyes shut as he completely lost hold of the branch and started to fall.

Virgil realised what was happening and, wrapping his legs tighter around the branch so he wouldn’t slip, reached out his arms in an attempt to grab Roman. He was almost sure Roman was too far away to reach until he blinked and registered that he was holding onto Roman’s arm. Roman, who was now dangling beneath him, opened his eyes and looked up. Virgil could feel his grip wasn’t going to be strong enough with just one arm, so he reached out his other hand towards Roman. Roman used the last of his strength to pull himself up far enough to take it, and Virgil pulled him up onto the branch beside him.

Once they were both sitting opposite each other, they took a second to catch their breaths. Roman huffed. “Well now what?”

Virgil’s heart was pounding in his ears. “You’re an idiot,” he mumbled.

Roman looked like he was about to say something in response, but just then they heard shouting below them. He peered down to the ground. “Mum?!”

Roman’s mum was standing at the bottom of the tree, carrying a tall ladder under her arm. Remus was standing beside her, waving up at the two of them. It didn’t take long until Virgil and Roman were safely back on the ground.

Mrs Duke pulled Roman into a hug and kissed him on the top of his head. “You are grounded, mister! What on earth were you thinking?!”

“Remus was chasing me!” Roman defended himself weakly.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” Mrs Duke checked Roman over and found a scratch along his left arm. She tutted. “Well, it could be worse.” She turned to look at Virgil. “Are you okay too, Virgil? Didn’t expect you to be up there with him!”

Virgil ducked his head, embarrassed. “Yeah, ‘m fine.”

“It was my fault!” Roman blurted out. “I was… scared, so Virgil followed me up there. He doesn’t even like heights!” He glanced over at Virgil and smiled. “It was pretty brave of him, Mum.”

Virgil could tell Roman was purposefully leaving out the part where he’d almost plummeted from the top of the tree to avoid getting into more trouble, but the compliment still made his cheeks flush. “It’s fine, no big deal.”

“Well, I think my son’s very lucky to have a friend like you,” Mrs Duke said, smiling. Virgil couldn’t help but smile back. “Now come on boys, I think that’s enough excitement for one day.” She picked up the ladder and tucked it back over her arm.

Roman gave Virgil a quick hug before he left. “Seriously, thank you Virge,” he said quietly as he hugged Virgil. “I’m glad you were there with me.”

Virgil patted him on the back and pulled away. “Yeah. See you around?

“Of course!” Roman said, but his smile faded into a grimace as he remembered he’d been grounded. “Though maybe not that soon.”

“You’ll still see me around!” Remus said, giving Virgil a strong nudge that almost made him lose his balance. “I’m not grounded! That’s weird, Roman’s grounded and I’m not!”

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, that’s not gonna last long.”

“Oh, I guarantee it!” Remus said, apparently already having planned something that would eventually get him grounded as well. “See ya, Virge!” Virgil waved goodbye and watched as the two twins and their mum headed home.

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Part Three: I’ll Get You, My Pretty. And Your Little Hunters, Too. (Slumber Party S09E04)

Episode Summary: The reader and the boys call in I.T. expert Charlie Bradbury to help track fallen angels with technology found in the Men of Letters bunker. However, they soon discover something more in the form of the one and only Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. Everyone joins forces to take down the Wicked Witch and her evil plans. Warning: Mentions of past miscarriage, slight twinge of angst if you squint. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,340.

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Charlie shouldn’t have been excited as she was to be given the opportunity to poke around Dean’s belongings while he tried and searched for the same key the wicked witch was looking for. As if today couldn’t get any better it seemed it was. She noticed right away how the older Winchester’s room contrasted his brother’s. Dean made an effort to decorate the space how he liked and made it his own. You added small touches to make it clear you shared the room like any other normal couple; a pile of your folded clothes sitting on the couch, a book you were halfway through reading bookmarked on the nightstand. Yet you gave him the opportunity to call the space his own from the lack of opportunity he had growing up. You and him had no problem making it your home. It was easier when you had memories to help you lay down your roots.

The redhead found herself smiling when she spotted a few personal photographs leaning against the desk. One was of a blonde woman holding a small child that looked to be no older than four or five, she guessed it was Dean’s mother. A rare moment from his childhood before it turned bitter for the family. The other picture was of the couple from several years ago from the looks of it. She felt her smile grow wider from the way you both looked at each other in the photo, the love you had for one another was clear in your faces. You looked at each other like a couple of kids head over heels. Even after all the tragedy and heartbreak you had to endure over the years, the love you had for one another was still going strong. Maybe it even brought the both closer together. She only wished to find a woman to share the kind of affection and adventure like you both had.

Charlie found herself drawn to a stack of magazines when she caught sight of a beautiful woman wearing little clothing luring her attention when she helped on the search to make things go faster. She quickly realized she had stumbled upon Dean’s personal stash of skin magazines that looked like they dated back into the early fifties. How he managed to get his hands on something like this was a mystery to her. She went through them to see they ranged from over sixty years ago to a little more recently. She chuckled to herself at how the man prioritized.

“You keep your porn meticulously organized, but not—” Charlie picked up the copy on top of the pile, raising her brow in curiosity to hear the man’s answer.

“Don’t judge me.” Dean defended himself from the woman’s playful teasing.

Charlie shook her head and bit back a laugh. She opened up the magazine in the middle, wanting to take a peek at the spread they had back in the day. Charlie found her attention quickly drawn away from the naked woman when she noticed something slipped out and fell down to the ground by her feet. She stepped back and looked down to see it was another photo. She reached down and picked it up, slightly fearful she might find a picture of you in a compromising position for the older man’s enjoyment, only it was worse than she could ever imagine.

Dean was the one who called her to let her know about the technical problem you and the boys were facing that left all of you scratching your heads. It’d been a few months since the last time you got in contact with her and the things you had been up to since last speaking. She asked how all of you were doing and excitedly wanted an update about the baby, you were almost due in a few months. The way the other end fell eerily silent made Charlie’s heart drop into her stomach. She was familiar with the pause between words before giving bad news.

“Y/N, she…she lost the baby, Charlie.” This wasn’t how he wanted to find out. She could hear the pain in his voice, how it cracked from retelling of the news to one of his only friends. His words had come true. What the young woman found odd was the request he had given to her prior to her arrival. “Please don’t mention it to her. We don’t like to talk about it.”

It had been over a month. People eventually move on from these things. You didn’t mention it when you saw her. You didn’t even seem sad. You acted like you had forgotten all about what happened. A blissful ignorance, or you had the best mask at hiding your grief. Not that Charlie was expecting for you to pull her to the side and explained what happened. It wasn’t her right to know the details. She couldn’t comprehend the trauma you were going through.

Losing a parent was an inevitable part of life every child would go through, no matter the age they lose them. But to lose a child before they were able to take in their first breath? It ruins people with a sort of pain Charlie hoped she never would have to understand. She remembered how excited you were for the baby. How it slipped off the tongue when you first met her, the way you looked at Dean when the both of you talked about your future plans of getting married.

Charlie regretted the gifts she had given you, the tiny outfit and the book. They would be nothing more than a constant reminder of a life that was no longer. You might have said your goodbyes and found inner peace with the situation, but Charlie still felt the need to give you her grievances. She wanted to wrap you into a tight hug and be reminded you weren’t alone in these troubling times. But Dean had made it quite clear he wanted the situation under wraps.

“How are you holding up?” Dean momentarily stopped searching from the odd question that came out of nowhere. Charlie held the ultrasound picture for a few seconds longer before tucking it back into the magazine from where she stumbled upon it by accident. “I know you said you didn’t want me to talk about it, but I gotta know. Are you guys okay?”

“We’re hanging in there.” He admitted to her. “It’s been a little while now.”

Charlie should have understood from the man’s short answer and behavior that he wanted to be done with this conversation. It wasn’t the right time to be discussing the past when you had a wicked witch running around the bunker as well, looking for a magical key that opened the door to Oz. She was more excited than anyone to have another hunt filled with magic, it was the very thing she had been searching for since she started hunting on her own. But she couldn’t help herself when her mind drifted away from the hunt and to the news that had been lingering in the back of her mind since the phone call.

“Still, to lose a baby the way she did…” Charlie had a habit of pressing further into a conversation, despite given the social and audio cues someone wanted to drop the topic. Your behavior rubbed her the wrong way for some reason. You were so excited, over the moon in fact. “Are you sure she’s okay—”

“I told you Charlie, she’s fine. You know how Y/N gets with the kinds of things. We said our goodbyes, came to terms with the things that happened. We moved on from it. And so should you.” Dean hadn’t realized the tone he used on the woman until he saw her expression change dramatically. He didn’t mean to lash out at her. Weeks of anger came boiling to the surface without a second thought. And she was the victim. A caring friend who just wanted to give her condolences, all she ended up doing was making him feel worse. “I..I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Charlie muttered. She shook her head and went back to searching, pretending like everything was fine once more. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Dean let out a quiet sigh of frustration from his short temper before going back to his search, digging through a few more artifacts until he found a small box that looked familiar. He opened it up to find the exact key he’d been looking for over the past few minutes. His lips stretch into a victorious smile. “Ah!” He quietly shouted to himself. “Yahtzee.”

Charlie looked up to see her friend discover the key. She shared a matching smile, enjoying the moment, all before it was ruined a few seconds later by an unexpected guest. Neither one of them noticed a puff of emerald green smoke sneak its way into the bedroom from the air vent and transform into the very person they were hunting. Charlie’s eyes moved away for a split second when she noticed something out from the corner of her eye. A gasp of surprise escaped from her throat at the sight of the wicked witch standing behind Dean, giving her no chance to properly warn him from what was about to happen.

Dean quickly turned around and spotted the witch, but he had no time to properly defend himself. The witch snatched the key from his grip, using her unexpected drop-in to her advantage of the situation. She easily flung him across the room with enough force to make Dean bounce off the bed and stumble to the corner of the room, knocking his head roughly against the concrete wall. Charlie had no time at all to properly defend herself. She saw the gun lying on the bed and dived forward to get it, but the witch was faster, hitting the young woman with some kind of spell that would be her demise. All Dean saw when he got his head back on straight was Charlie falling to the ground, a piece of furniture doing nothing to break her fall.

The witch let out a scream of pain when she felt another poppy bullet aim into her chest. Dean stood behind the loaded gun after firing off his only road into the witch in some kind of way to stop her. It wounded her like how Charlie said, but it was not enough to stop her. He watched as the witch disappeared the way she came, and with exactly they were trying to keep from her. Dean couldn’t focus on the trouble he landed them all in. His eyes wandered to the body lying on the ground, not moving. Not…breathing.

Dean crouched down to the ground so he was at level with Charlie. He softly spoke the woman’s name as he pushed her so her body was now lying on her backside, hoping he might be able to see her breathe, or her eyes moved underneath her lids. Anything to show him that she was still alive. He waited a few seconds. He watched her chest to see if it would move. But she remained on the ground, lifeless. Dean shook her body, and when that didn’t work, he cradled her head into his hands. No amount of times he kept repeating the woman’s name roused her back into consciousness. Dean felt his breathing come out into shorter ones from everything that was happening.

The older Winchester picked up Charlie from the ground and carried her over to his bed, trying to get her more comfortable. He kept repeating her name over and over again, despite her only response being deafening silence. Dean gently moved a few strands of red hair out of her face, feeling no hot breath tickle his skin like how he hoped. This wasn’t happening. He couldn’t lose another person so soon. Not now, not like this. Charlie deserved so much better...He needed to find a way to fix this.

“Dean?”

Your voice echoed from out the bunker’s hall, making a blossoming sense of hope fill into Dean's chest. He knew there was someone else in your body that could help bring Charlie back to life. The name that wasn't your own slipped off his tongue before he realized the consequences that might be waiting for him down the road. All he cared about in the moment was bringing his best friend back to where she belonged.

“Zeke!” Dean called out the angel’s name when you stepped into the bedroom, checking out the room to make sure it was safe. You immediately dropped your gun down to your side as your eyes flashed blue, the angel in your body coming to the driver's side. Your body stood in the doorway and stared at the dead body lying on Dean’s bed. Dean appeared to be desperate, fearful for the young woman's life that was no longer. "You have to help her."

Ezekial approached the edge of the bed, inspecting the woman for a moment to inspect the damage inflicted upon her. The angel knew from the sight of her that she was no longer. "She's gone."

"No. You can bring her back like you did with Cas." Dean told the angel, his tone of voice making it clear it was more of a request than anything. The older Winchester was desperate, asking for a favor from the angel after someone close to him got hurt. It was starting to be a habit Ezekial wasn't happy with.

"I cannot keep doing this." Ezekiel warned the hunter.

"Why the hell not?!" Dean questioned the angel, his tone bleeding with frustration at the hesitation of the angel's willingness to help like how he had before.

"I am barely back to half strength, Dean. Every time I use my power, it weakens me, which means I will have to stay longer in Y/N, longer than you want—longer than we both want." Ezekial informed the older Winchester about his unwillingness to do what was asked of him. Dean was left at a crossroads of the choice he was to make. "The witch running around your bunker is very powerful. I can help with the witch or save your friend.”

Dean fell silent for a moment about what the right thing to do was in this situation. He took into consideration the sort of complications he’d been facing since you were possessed by Ezekial, and how your reaction would be upon hearing the death of Charlie. A woman you had doted over since you first met her. Dean swallowed and looked down at the young woman lying on the bed. He made his decision. It might not have been the right one, but he didn’t care. He was doing it for his family.

“Save her.” Dean instructed.

Ezekial nodded his head, “As you wish.”

The angel made his way over to Charlie and kneeled down on the ground so it would be easier for what he was about to do. He pressed two fingers to her forehead and shut his eyes, slowly healing the young woman from her internal wounds that lead to her demise. The wounds were far worse than the ones Cas had been endured with. Dean watched with fearful eyes as your expression changed into an almost pained out as a grunt slipped out from your mouth at the amount of power Ezekiel had to use in order to properly heal Charlie. A few more seconds before it was complete. Charlie shot up in bed with a sudden gasp of air as you stumbled back, landing roughly into the dresser that was behind you.

“Merry Christmas!” Charlie groggily spoke her first set of words after coming back to life. She looked around the room in a daze, not sure what was going on, or how he managed to get on the bed from the floor. Dean rushed to the young woman’s side and softly spoke her name, wanting to make sure everything was okay. “Hey, I know you.”

“I told you to stay in the dungeon.” Dean told the young woman of his previous warning. He felt himself suddenly be filled with a rush of relief at the weak chuckle that escaped her throat.

“Bet you say that to all the girls.” She mumbled a joke, making him smile at how she was able to joke even after coming back to life without even knowing it.

“Dean?” Your voice broke the older Winchester’s concentration from Charlie, making his eyes wander over to you to see that you were coming back around as well. Both of you not having a single clue of the events that took place just a minute ago. “What the hell just happened?”

“The witch—the witch was about to put a whammy on me, and, uh, Charle jumped in front.” Dean explained the situation to you, the lie slipping off of his tongue without a second thought. He gave the young woman a proudful smile at her heroic move. "She got zapped, and then the witch got the drop on you."

“Okay. This has been happening to me way too much.” You muttered to yourself at your clumsy behavior. You rubbed the back of your head from the rush of pain you felt from getting back up to your feet. You have been off your game for weeks now since the trials. It wasn’t like you to be so lousy. Despite your rusty hunting skills all of you were somehow still in one piece. “Then why aren’t we dead?”

“That’s a good question.” Dean agreed with you, shrugging his shoulders. He quickly thought of an excuse that might help fill in the gaps and keep you from growing suspicious. “I clipped her with a poppy bullet. She got the key. I think she’s gone.”

“No, she’s wounded.” Dorothy came out of nowhere to correct the man with some good news. She rushed down the hall and stopped in the doorway with Sam catching up to the woman a few seconds later. "We should still have some time. She could still be in the air vents."

“No. No, no. She’s right. We—we have to—we—” Charlie foolishly thought she was capable of swinging her legs off the bed and standing up without a problem. Dean managed to stop the woman from crashing to the floor when her body involentarly tipped forward.

“Just go.” Dorothy told you and the boys. “We’ll catch up.”

“My gun’s over there.” Charlie pointed over to the desk you were standing next to you. You saw it was exactly where she was, lying on top of boxes that were stacked on one another. “There’s one bullet in it.”

You warned the two women to be careful and made your way out into the hall with the boys, handing the gun over to Dean so he could have another round to defend himself if all of you came into contact with the witch again. The three of you cautiously made your way through the bunker, peeking down every hall and looking over your shoulder to make sure the witch didn’t get the drop on you again. The next time you came in contact with her you wouldn’t be as lucky.

The mystery to how you were even still breathing after your first run in with her, along with the events that landed you with a dull ache in the back of your head was starting to make you feel frustrated. You remembered making your way into Dean’s room and then waking up on the floor, everything in between was blank. It was happening to you frequently. And it was more than just a few minutes at a time on hunts. Bits and pieces from months were gone. Sometimes you tried to think about the trials, but you couldn’t remember. You wondered if your mind repressed them in some sort of attempt to protect yourself from dealing with the pain you endured. But now that it was happening more frequently...you were hearing things, it was starting to make you worried.

“Who’s Zeke?” You knew it wasn’t the proper time to drop a question on Dean when you turned a corner and followed behind the older man as his brother led. He gave you a confused look at the name you thought he might have never heard before. You swore you heard it. “When I came into your room, before I got zapped,” You pointed your gun at an empty room when you passed by another one, only to move on to the next. “I thought you said the name Zeke. Who’s that?”

"Um..." Dean mentally cursed at himself for the dilemma he found himself in. Sam turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at his brother, wondering what kind of trouble he'd gotten himself into this time. And what excuse he was going to use in order to keep from the situation escalating. "I think you're still a little punchy, sweetheart. You and Sammy head for the front. I'll meet you two in the library."

You were disappointed from the answer you were given by Dean. You expected his response to be drastically different from what you were given...

You thought to yourself. Maybe he was right. You had been out of it for the past few weeks. You had been so stranger to the sort of tricks your mind was able to play on you. You let out a quiet sigh and followed behind the young man as you made your way to the front entry of the bunker in some kind of hope you might be able to find the witch before it was too late.

You and Sam made your way into the war room and cautiously looked around to make sure the coast was clear once more. The only people that were around so far were just the two of you. You lowered your gun slightly and looked over at the younger Winchester, remembering the conversation you had overheard when you were catching up with them after splitting up from Charlie and Dean. The both of them were discussing homes, and the lack of importance it was to them. A strange subject for the both of them to bond over. You still didn’t understand why Sam was still hesitant about letting himself feel comfortable enough to call the bunker his home. You knew he had a rough childhood of sleeping in the backseat of the Impala and strange motel rooms. But this was good as it was going to get for the both of you. Hell, it was better than either one of you could have hoped to call home for your family.

“Why haven’t you moved in?” You understood your question was poorly timed when you spoke it out loud, bringing up a conversation the younger Winchester really didn't feel like discussing right now

“Is now really the time for this, Y/N?” Sam’s tone made sure to reflect his annoyance at your conversation topic you butted heads over just a few hours ago.

“Well, I’m just asking.” You muttered in your defense.

“Look, I never had what you had with your family, okay? Or Dean for that matter.” Sam decided the truth was the most important answer to lead with. You stopped in your tracks and gave him a confused look at his response. “I don’t have any memories of home. And whenever I’ve tried to make a home of my own, it really hasn’t ended well.”

“Yeah, but a lifetime of abandoned buildings and crappy motel rooms. Not to mention living in a house all by your lonesome wasn’t exactly paradise on my part. I mean,” You let out a sigh and looked around at the bunker with all of its glory that you felt it offered. “This is about as close to home we’re gonna get as a family, and it’s ours. Why can’t you make this place yours?”

Sam found himself overwhelmed with the need to give you a reason why. He wanted to tell you the truth about how he tried to make the bunker a home, and for a little while it did. He psyched himself up with the reality of dealing with another human to the bunch. A small baby that would fill the quiet bunker halls with their cries and laughter. Make you and Dean panic when they got to the age where they started crawling, leading you to find out the dangerous things they could get their hands on in the bunker. You even picked out a room for that baby, expecting to have the chance around this time to take out all the old furniture to make it a nursery. Sam was honestly excited for the things that were to come that would make it truly feel like home. But all he felt now when he passed by that room was pain.

“I tried, okay?” Sam managed to speak out three words that might help you understand. Only it caused you to look at him with even more confusion. The look you gave him was clear; you wanted to know why. What was the reason that he couldn’t call the bunker home? He hated himself for lying to you. He hated how easy it was. “I tried for months. But I can’t force myself into believing something that doesn’t feel right.”

“I’m gonna go check on your brother, see what’s taking him so long.” You said. You took a few steps backwards, trying to hide your disappointment in hearing what you thought was the truth. It was the tip of the iceberg for the reason Sam was giving you. But you didn’t know that. “Holler if you see the witch. I’ll be back.”

Sam let out a frustrated sigh from the conversation veered into a direction he hoped wouldn’t have gone in. He should’ve known better than to think you might leave a conversational topic alone without being given the full reason. It was enough to drop it once and for all.

You retraced the steps you thought Dean might have taken, wondering what was taking him so long to catch up with the both of you. You kept thinking about Sam’s reasoning for not thinking the bunker of home as you had hoped. He pressured Dean to stay here permanently. He was over the moon to discover what this place had to offer. You guessed he couldn’t miss something he never really had. It broke your heart. You could only wish that one day Sam might be able to change his mind and find a reason to call this place his own.

When you ended back up where you split up with Dean without finding a trace of the man, you gave up on the search, deciding instead to make it back to the library where you agreed upon to meet up. You found it odd as you made your way back that you hadn’t found a trace of the witch anywhere around here. Most likely she was around here, trying to open up the door to Oz. But not without taking care of you.

You found yourself stopping in your tracks when you stumbled upon a sight of your worst fear in the war room. The witch had found the boys. She had an arm wrapped around Sam’s neck and a finger pressed against Dean’s forehead, doing something to the both of them that didn’t kill them. But put them under her spell. You mumbled a curse word underneath your breath before you booked it out of there, needing to find Dorothy and Charlie before it was too late.

You looked everywhere for the two women; Dean's bedroom, Sam's, yours. Anywhere that was close by. You managed to send off a text to Charlie in some kind of hope that she would respond as you raced around the bunker, trying to dodge the witch and the two men under her spell. You didn't know what she had done to them, and you really didn't want to find out. Luckily the red head answered your text, leading you to somewhere you didn't expect to go, a little secret you had kept to yourself since discovering it—the garage.

"Y/N!" Charlie shouted your name with excitement when she spotted you running up the stairs, and out of breath for that matter. "You didn't tell me this place had a garage!"

“Sorry. Slipped my mind. We sort of have more pressing matters." You didn’t mean the sarcasm that slipped off your tongue. You made your way to the women when Dorothy was busy rummaging around her motorcycle, looking for something. You furrowed your brows when you saw her pull out what appeared to be a severed mechanical head. “Is that..”

“Yeah. He didn’t make it out.” Dorothy said, hinting of the poor Tin Man’s demise. You watched as she frantically searched through her bag until she pulled out exactly what she was looking for. A pair of ruby red slippers. “Yes!”

“I don’t believe it.” Charlie laughed at the sight of the famous shoes. “Did you really walk down a brick road in these?”

“No. I never actually wore them. Seemed kind of tacy wearing a dead woman’s shoes.” Dorothy said. “Plus, I’m no good in heels, you know?”

“I don’t suppose we could pop those on and wish the witch away?” You wondered.

“Sorry. Another thing the books got wrong.” Dorothy said. You rolled your eyes in annoyance from how these sorts of things could never be easy as you wanted. “But, like the poppies, these have magic from Oz—sharp magic.”

“Death by shoe? Huh.” You examined the shoes both of the women were holding, the very thing that was going to kill the wicked witch. “Well, that’s not the first time I’ve seen that.”

“There you are.”

You quickly turned around at the sound of a deep, growling voice coming from behind you. You gritted your teeth from how quick they were able to find you, despite the goose chase you had to deal with before finding them here. Charlie didn’t seem to figure out what the problem was.

“Was that your Batman voice?” Charlie asked the boys, smiling to herself at the impression she thought was funny. You quickly whipped out your gun and pointed it at them when you saw their eyes glow an emerald green. “That’s definitely not your Batman voice.”

“It’s her.” You told them, pointing the weapon at the boys when they started to approach you. “I saw her possess them.”

“I’ve missed you my pretty.” The witch used Sam’s body to pass on the message to Dorothy, smiling at the trouble all of you landed yourself into. “Killing you a second time will be just as sweet as the first.”

“Guys, I know you’re in there.” You tried to somehow speak to them, hoping your voice might be able to reach them before they could do something stupid at the command of the wicked witch. "Dean, don't make me hurt you. I don't want to do this."

“Oh, but I do.” You suddenly felt a grip around your throat with a tight enough of a grip to cut off any oxygen you tried to breathe in from the unexpected attack from Dean’s hand. He used what strength he had against you to his advantage to get you out of way, even momentarily. The man tossed you across the room without much of a care where you landed. His focus landed on the red head that stood before him, looking rather terrified at what he just did.

“Dean, come on.” Charlie hoped there might be a way to speak to the man, despite her doubts when you miserably failed. “If she opens the door, she’s going to destroy Oz.”

Charlie miserably failed when Dean grabbed a hold of her and roughly shoved the woman into a window, shattering the glass into pieces. She was pinned into place with no real chance out of this. Charlie knew what kind of skills and strength Dean he could use to hurt her if she didn’t find a way to get out of his grip before it was too late.

“I have no intention of escaping to Oz.” The witch said. Charlie watched as Dean’s lips stretched into a smirk as Sam told them about her true plans she had all along. “I’m going to bring my armies here.”

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