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junejalow · 3 years

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"I tried to warn you" R6 operators/oc

So a friend of mine from Discord, Cammie08 wanted a bar fight with Lion getting defensive over Rook that included my character Saulo "Chameleon" Benjamin with her police oc Venny Warwick who worked with Saulo's unit a few times. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Idel chatter, music thumbing in the background, people dancing in the middle of the large bar room, the smell of alcohol and food lingering in the air around the bar. A good friday night for the Rainbow operators. Harry had given them two weeks off to do as they please, a small handful of them went home to spend the down time with family and friends. The other's had decided this bar was a good start to their relaxing two weeks. They had nearly taken up one corner of the place, moving tables and chairs together to fit their large group. Their own idle chatter, stories, card and drinking games, sharing food, bellowing laughter, singing. All of it was a major stress relief for them.

"Did I ever tell y'all how Saulo got that scar on his face?" Asked the man sitting beside the urban expert. Saulo had introduced him upon arrival as an old work buddy from his Delta Force days, Venny Warrick had near 30 years experience working in police joint units. The very reason they met in the first place and continued to work off and on before Chameleon's departure to Rainbow. The aforementioned man gave a sharp jab to his side.

"What? It was funny!"

"Like hell it was! Never liked birds after that."

"Must be quite the story then, I would love to hear it." Timur piped in across from them, nursing a beer bottle in his hands.

"No, no you don't." Saulo replied quickly before Venny could, earning a snicker from the police man. "I'ma tell you anyways, I take the beating later." His friend said, shifting away when the other tried to snag him only for Maxim to swing an arm around his boyfriend and pull him and his chair closer. Effectively keeping him from moving.

"Really Maxim?!"

"What? I want to hear it as well, I find anything about you amusing and interesting. You know that." Calmly replied the trapper.

"Right right, so we were held up in Norway around Oppdal. We had this hot lead on a arms dealer who was using the storms around the area to cover their tracks and we were sitting outside just eating and enjoying a good warm meal and this bird of some kind literality came out of no where and snatched food from Saulo, gashed his lip in the process. It took months before we let him live it down." Venny told them, eyes gleaming with the memory as the table erupted in laughter and chuckles at the story.

"You fucker, Y'all tormented me every single time I ate somethin'!"

"And you was funny as hell too!"

"So you ain't gon' tell them about the time you got tied ta a bed while drunk?"

"Whoa whoa, time out there mate. Was this all in good fun or was a girl involved?" James asked from a few seats down, one hand mindlessly twisting around in Mark's short curly hair as the younger operator was leaning against him. Everyone always though they were a cute couple.

"Well I guess that's fair right? One story for another." Venny replied, downing the rest of his beer.

"And to answer your question good sir, there was a girl involved. So long story short, someone in the joint unit decided some sketchy bar on the edge of town was a good place to just knock back a few drinks before we head home after a successful mission. I got drunk worse than a nine eyed dog ever dared to be an-" He was cut off by Shutrat snorting and nearly spitting out his vodka.

"A nine eyed dog? What the fuck is that?"

"I believe it's an American term for a very drunk person." Jager replied from across the Russian, swatting Bandit's hand away as the other German attempted to steal his french fries. He mumbled under his breath about Elias having some and shoved his hand away again.

"Pretty much so." Venny replied, "Just a southern term I learned from Saulo. He thought us a lot over the course of our missions together."

"Look y'all kept askin' what I called different things so I told y'all."

"That... is a very odd term." Fuze mumbled.

"And calling Aleksandr 'Sasha’ isn't strange?" Marias asked, grinning at his boyfriend. Shutrat shot him a glance across the table, cold stormy grey eyes piercing into warm honey brown eyes.

"You leave that nickname alone Mari." The engineer raised his hands in mock defeat, knowing better that to push the Russian on subjects.

"Back to the story!" Smoke protested, growing impatient to hear the end.

"He was basically lead ta a back room by one of the dancer's and thang's got complicated, she tied him up, stole his wallet and we already knew somethin' happened because no one gets laid that fast." Chameleon chuckled, earning a playful glare from his friend.

"No bloody way! Why do ya like that mate?"

"Unfortunately, but she didn't get away. Perks of working with half a police and military unit."

One story turned into another, many of the operator's recalling times of fun moment. Dominic's best pranks, Maxim's CQC record attempt that disarming 4 people in quick session, Tachanka and Finka's drinking contest on base that ended with Doc forcing both of them to puke their guts out to avoid alcohol poisoning, Kali and Glaz's sniping contest which both were disturbed on when they caught sight of Lion chasing down Smoke over a prank Bandit came up with. The talk soon turned to missing places from their home towns, what they wanted to go see again and where they would visit on the next down time.

"Right well, I'ma go get more drinks." Saulo said as he stood up with Rook who offered to help carry. They got everyone's orders and headed off to the bar, Saulo watched the bartender fill out the orders with trained actions retaining to muscle memory and years of work while he chatted with Julian about different things. "Was that story true? The one Venny said about your scar?" Rook asked with a genuine smile. "Sadly. I'm honestly terrified of birds now. Fucker's just unsettle me." Chameleon replied, shaking his head a bit with a chuckle. "So that's why Monty doesn't bring Doux around, he never told us. I personally think she's a beautiful parrot." "I kindly asked him not ta speak about it but I'll agree she's pretty. Just don't want her near me is all." "Seems fair mon ami (my friend)." He agreed, taking a few drinks to add them in with the growing collection. A sudden presence behind them had both operator's tensing, thankfully Rook was the first to speak to the large man behind them. He greeted him with a smile, "We'll be out of the way soon." "I didn't come for a drink, I came for you short stuff. Been watching you since you came in." Julien shifted a bit closer to Saulo, he disliked starting anything or being center of attention. "I'm here with my friends and my boyfriend sir, I would very much love to return too them."

"I don't thank you understood my clearly, you're going to come back with me to my table and enjoy some drinks with us." "Olivier really wouldn't like that...Please move so we can return to our table." "What? That blond you were sitting with? He looks soft." "Sir... please I won't ask again. And don't try to start anything with him, he's a lot stronger than he looks. It's a warning for your own safety." Lion flicked his gaze from the card game in front of over to the bar, he noticed the uneasy expression his boyfriend held and slowly put down his cards much to Gustave's and Emmanuel's confusion until they followed his gaze over to the source of his distraction. Gilles released a knowing sigh. To say Lion was simply protective over Julien was a serious understatement. He was fiercely possessive, protective and loyal to anyone close too him. Rook's brow furrowed as he frowned at something the man had said, before he or Saulo could say anything he heard a chair from the table squeak across the floor followed by a booming voice that belonged to Lion, the name keeping his namesake. "Hey asshole!" The large french man barked as he stormed over, piercing blue eyes glaring pure anger into the civilian. Lion held nearly 7 inches on the man and had a much larger build. "I tried to warn you." Rook mumbled under his breath. "Get lost and leave them alone." Olivier snarled at the man who give a defiant look. "What? Thank you're scary just because you got muscle? I've been boxing for over 10 years and won several belts, you look like someone who just works out for fun." The arrogant man chuckled which was quickly cut off by Lion surging forward, the man's face met the bar with a loud thud. Thankfully Saulo and Julien had ben quick in moving with the drinks, careful not to spill any as a few of their friends cheered from their table. Lion twisted one of the man's arms behind his back, holding it there in a iron drip. "I don't care how long you've been boxing, don't speak to my boyfriend again. Understood?" He said with a deathly calm tone, he wasn't playing and Rook knew it. His worry starting to pool in his stomach as the owner came out from the back, upon seeing the operator's he had come to know he sighed and motioned for the bartender to clear out. He knew better than to get involved with the soldiers when someone pissed them off. Soon enough the man against the bar had called for his friends to help out instead of sitting down which got rainbow's attention. Smoke standing from his spot beside Mute, Montagne joining him along side Kapkan, Doc and Tachanka. They quickly got involved in the fight after a punch was thrown, by who no one could see outside the mass. All that mattered was the fact that the fight was over in minutes, the offending group at the feet of the operators. People around them cheered as they returned to their table, Lion gently wrapping an arm around Rook to guide him back. They passed around the drinks that had been ordered and acted as if nothing happened. Gustave inspected everyone for a moment, stopping at Olivier's hand right hand for any damage but boxing with James had toughened his skin, it only had light marks that would most likely bruise later but lesson learned to the other people. It was soon made better Julien linking his left arm with Lion's right as they sat back down, his smaller hand gently rubbing across his knuckles to sooth the irritated skin.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, eventually the bar closed and they had to leave. Saulo gave Venny a hug and promised to meet up again. Thankfully the bar wasn't that far from the base and most of them walked back while other's went to their apartments two blocks away. Little pieces of heaven away from work on the rare times they got away from work. The base settled down after drunken laughter and helping each other to their dorms, thankfully Doc and Montagne had stayed sober enough to make sure of that. They were like the responsible parents of the operator's that always checked in on everyone and watched like hawks for any issues. Doc made his rounds before bed and helped Montagne go about setting out drinks and meds for hang over's in the morning. Once that was done and everyone were in there respective rooms, the two GIGN operator's went back to their dorm and went to bed together.

#Kapkan #Doc #Tachanka #Lion #Rook #Montague #Glaz #Fuze #Smoke #Mute #Jager #Bandit #Kali #Twitch #Oc's #requests #fanficion

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crackedoutgiraffe · 4 years

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The Stars in Your Eyes

Part 2 of To the Moon and Back

Part 1: Chapter 1

5/1/2013

3 months and 15 days after Maeve was killed. Reid still had dreams about her. He wouldn’t talk about them with you, but he would wake in terror and be calling for her.

With the case in South Dakota, Reid finally opened up to Rossi that he wasn’t sleeping well. Rossi told him to give in to his dreams and play out his ‘fantasies’.

That night Reid told you about his dreams and you told him it was ok that he still thought of her. He felt bad that he couldn’t get over her and that he was engaged to you. There wasn’t much you could do to help him, but you did what you could.

He told you that he had a recurring dream where Maeve would ask him to dance and he would always say no, that night he danced with her. The dreams stopped after that and you two resumed your normal life.

5/25/2013

The Replicator, as he had been named, was terrorizing the entire team. When the team finally got to wind of his deeds, he was already plotting his plans to murder Strauss and Blake. After the case in New York, the team decided to stay the night and get some rest before the flight back home.

Strauss was missing and it was the team’s job to find her. Hotch stayed with her while she died and Rossi stayed with her at the medical examiner. There were few clues but the team eventually got to the conclusion that the replicator’s real name was John Curtis, an FBI agent.

After the helicopter crash, almost being blown up, and having numerous surveillance photos taken of you, some of which were more risque (Morgan never let you live that down), Reid saw just how close someone could come to hurting you.

He begged for you to take a break and let him protect you but you refused and continued on with your work. He would barely leave your side during cases and made you promise before every case that you both would make it out alive.

1/24/2014

With the arrival of the new section chief, everyone’s behavior shifted, JJ’s more than most. Will came in on the 23rd saying that JJ hadn’t come home and that she was missing. The team quickly did what they did best and started to look for her. You, Reid, and Garcia broke in the Secure Compartmentalized Information Facility to dig up whatever information you could on JJ’s state department mission.

Everyone brought their heads together and figured out that the best way to get JJ and Cruz, who was also found to be missing, back was to call Emily. She gave valuable information about JJ’s deployment that led the team to find out who the mole was.

When the team got to the server facility they were holding JJ in, you, Emily, and Hotch ran to find the entrance to the basement. The three of you moved down the stairs and to a single room. A man was standing next to a blonde and holding a knife to her throat. Hotch fired two shots into his back. He was dead on the spot.

JJ was beaten up. Her hair looked wet and her shirt was partially unbuttoned. Cruz was laying on the ground in a pool of blood. You were quick to run over to JJ, but she pushed you away and begged you to help Cruz.

Emily helped her down and then came to help you and Hotch. By the time you helped him up, JJ was gone. Cruz helped direct Emily to the roof, and she was quick to follow.

You and Hotch helped to carry Cruz back up. When you returned to the surface, the team was still engaged in a firefight with the goons. Hotch carried Cruz and you covered him. Reid, Blake, and Morgan knocked out the last gunman and joined you in the main lobby.

JJ and Emily joined you all moments after a body had fallen from the sky. JJ gave her greetings to her teammates and Reid was overjoyed to see her ok.

The next night JJ was discharged from the hospital and Rossi invited everyone out for drinks. During the outing, Reid never let you out of his sight. That night he asked you, “Promise me, promise me that whatever happens to us, we pull through. No matter what happens neither of us can die.” He held out his pinkie and you gave him the only acceptable answer, “I promise.”

3/14/2014

Reid had almost been killed by a man with rabies the day prior, but now it was time for you and Morgan to have your fun.

Morgan told you he got Garcia’s and Reid’s physical tests waived, but he had a prank he wanted to pull. Three days ago he forged an email saying they had to take the physical endurance tests. They had been spotted at the track on the 12th getting ready to take their test before they were called away for a case.

Morgan and you strolled up to the track in disguises and surprised them. They were not happy, to say the least.

Morgan and you were yelling words of encouragement their way and helping them train. When they were all tuckered out, Morgan told them the truth, that Morgan had their tests waived. They weren’t happy with your deceit. They tried to run after you two, but they were too tired and you were too fast.

When you drove Reid home that night, he gave you the silent treatment. You tried to joke with him about it, but he was not having it. He eventually broke and started laughing when you had to help him up to the apartment because his muscles were so sore.

3/8/2014

The team was called to a case in Texas to investigate prostitutes killed with carvings in back. The team looked at all the evidence and the new body that showed up and put an APB out for Justin Mills.

Within hours Mills’s car was spotted outside of El Lobito’s diner. The team rushed over there with numerous cops. Mills was inside freaking out and the cops were outside preparing to take him down when a shot was fired.

The bullet hit the sheriff and the shootout began. Blake tried to go and help the sheriff who was bleeding on the ground. You heard Morgan scream Reid’s name and terror flooded your body. You ducked down behind the car door you were firing from and turned around to see Reid bleeding on the ground and Morgan trying to drag him behind the car. No matter how much you loved him you still had a job to do.

The police officers rushed the building and JJ and Morgan followed him. You went around to the back of the police car to find Blake talking to Reid and calling for help with her hand over his neck. The blood was flowing faster than she could stop it. Morgan and JJ caught up to Mills and shot him.

The ambulances arrived right as Morgan and JJ returned from the abandoned building MIlls retreated too. The paramedics got Reid on a gurney, Morgan hopped in the back with him to get stitches. The deputy came over to give you and Blake information on how to get to the hospital.

When you arrived Reid was wheeled into surgery, and Morgan was treated for his wounds. Blake paced through the waiting room and you stayed in a seat tapping your foot. Eventually, the silence got to you. You stood up and walked out of the hospital and to a nearby bench. Rossi found you sitting by yourself and came to sit with you.

“Did you know that he wants to have kids, can you imagine that?” you put your head on his shoulder. “Spence as a dad.”

“That child would be so lucky,” he moved his head to look at the stars, “they would have the best parents in the world.”

You and Rossi sat in silence for another hour before JJ came to tell you that her, Morgan, Hotch, and Prentiss were heading back to the station. Rossi got up to join them. You told JJ you would call her when Reid woke up.

You made your way back inside to find Blake and Garcia with a surgeon.

“What’s going on?” you rushed into the waiting room.

Garcia gave you a quick hug, “Doc, this is Y/N, Reid’s fiance.”

“Agent,” he extended his hand and you shook it, “Dr. Reid is going to be fine, he’s actually very lucky. Couple centimeters to the left and it would have hit his carotid.”

You sighed with relief and went to the room number the doctor provided. Reid was laying in the bed with bandages on his neck. He looked so peaceful. Garcia started to lay out some of his favorite Doctor Who figurines.

Eventually, he woke up and you gave him a big kiss. Blake had gone back to the team but you stayed for a little longer. He eventually told you to go back and join the team. You reluctantly obliged and headed for the station. Your breathing was erratic when you walked in. Hotch noticed this and forced you to stay at the station to look through old files for anything they missed.

It wasn’t until later that you were told about the corrupt deputies. It wasn’t after they tried to kill Reid a second time that Hotch told you about the danger you were in at the station.

Before sunrise, the town was wiped of their corrupt deputies and everyone could rest easy. The team stayed in Texas for an extra day to give Reid more time to rest.

On the flight home that night, Reid was asleep on the couch with his head in your lap and you petting his hair.

1/27/2015

6 months until your wedding. You got a call from Hotch in the middle of the night that you needed to go to a cabin in the woods. Hotch told you to not tell Reid.

When you got to the cabin the team was standing around a body on the floor with three bullet wounds. It was Jason Gideon.

Hotch called Reid an hour later with the news. He drove his beat up VW bug to the cabin. When he walked in he looked bad. His hair was disheveled and he had been crying.

During the entire case the team tried their best to comfort Reid. He had been through so much during his life.

Just like with Maeve he stopped being able to sleep. He would wake up at obscene hours of the night and leave your bedroom. You would follow him out to see him playing chess by himself.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, groggily.

“I’m trying to finish his last game,” his eyes never left the board.

“Gideon’s?” you sat down on the floor across from him. He responded solely with a nod.

The two of you played through his game, and eventually Reid fell asleep on the couch. You covered him with a blanket and returned to your bed.

Your entire wedding was planned. All you had to do was keep Reid alive for six months.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fic

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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700 Friend Behind the Scene Special!

Hello there! So a little bit of back story, everything I write is written in a google doc because it automatically saves everything and I can think clearer when I’m typing in a document. Sometimes when I’m writing, I’ll get tired or get stuck or write something I don’t like. So I’ll make a note to myself of what I was writing so I can come back to it later, or write out the basic idea of what I want to happen so I can visualize it in words better, or hit enter a few times and re-write somethings. So in celebration of me hitting 700 friends I have gathered a few of those things so that I can share with you a little bit of my thought process, but also so you might have a laugh or may see where some of your favorite stories almost went. I don’t know if any of you will actually like this or actually care, but I thought that it was something cool lol. So here you go! I hope you enjoy!!!

Notes to Self/Prompts to Myself

A Dedicated and Domesticated Pig: *Note to future self so I know what I was going for. He’s making breakfast with your child on your hip. I’m thinking a daughter named something with Phil’s name maybe or maybe just a T name. Then you two are leaving for a festival in L’Manberg where Philza interacts with your daughter. And the night ends with you three cuddled up together and you’re reminiscing on how he asked you out and then it all comes full circle somehow using the words dedicated because we’re that kind of simp*

Gift of Friendship: Techno- “I made friendship bracelets”. “I don’t wear jewelry” “oh okay. I can take it back. You don’t have to wear it I’ll take it back-“ “no I will wear this until the day I die

Notes in general: There are a lot of *Insert title here* or *Insert really cool and creative title here*

There is also a lot of *Insert really nice summary here that sums everything up but is also clever*

Actually Pretty Funny: I knew I wanted to use “Tommy leave me alone” “Tommy told me you were in here crying” “That little snitch” but I didn’t know where so I made a note to use it.

What Could Have Been or Almost Was

This has a few pieces of writing but is mostly about what I almost titled the pieces you know and love.

Stolen Goods: I was about to retort but the sound of the nether portal activating cut my words off.

“We’re back!” I heard my younger brother call out. Techno and I walked together toward the portal to greet our brothers, but they weren’t alone. “Hey guys! Oh hey Dream,” I greeted the three, setting my chest down next to the wood I brought in earlier. “Hey Y/N/N? Get what we asked for?” Tommy asked, walking toward me. I simply stared at him and then looked at the pile of wood beside me. “No” I deadpanned.

I then turned to my chest and quickly put my axe away. “Then what’s that?” Tommy questioned in confusion. I rolled my eyes, closed my chest and turned to him. “What you asked for dummy” “But you just said no?” “I was being sarcastic!” I exclaimed, moving toward him and slightly pushing him. “Well I didn’t know that!” Tommy exclaimed, pushing me back. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop pushing each other.” Wilbur demanded, “Just say thank you and move on Tommy.” Tommy huffed but said, “Thank you Y/N.” “You’re welcome Tommy.”

“So is this how you four interact all the time?” Dream questioned, moving closer to the two of us. I let out a laugh and turned to the masked man, “Yeah. Pretty much. Sometimes we get along, but sometimes they get on my nerves.” I informed the man, while playfully glaring at

A Hairy Situation: I had a lot of trouble coming up with a cool title for “a Hairy Situation” . It almost was like “Braided Together” or something like that but I was like, it’s about hair. It’s a situation. It’s a Hairy Situation.

Either Lean on Me or 3am conversation I don’t remember: Tommy did something. He did something bad” Tubbo admitted. I nodded to show the young man I was listening to, “Okay,” I prompted. “Tommy was messing around and he accidentally set George’s house on fire.” My eyes widened at Tubbo’s words. “His new house?” I asked in disbelief. Tubbo nodded, staring into his cup. “Dream is pissed.” He continued. “He gave me an ultimatum. He said that either we go to war or…” Tubbo’s words died on his tongue. “Or what?” I asked, attempting to gently prompt the boy. “What’s the other option Tubbo?” “Or exile Tommy.” His words hit me like a ton of bricks.

Missing You: This fic was almost titled “Radio silence” and was almost irl and was about the day that he got that prank pulled on him where everyone in his Discord was muted and not talking to him. And I almost wrote it so you’re in that call and you are participating in the prank and he just guilt trips you so hard that you unmute and are like “I’m so sorry!”

Better Than a Dedicated Chicken was almost titled “A Funtime Festival”. But then I was like, ‘I hate that. Since it’s a sequel I want to keep a theme… Maybe something about dedication.’ and thus this was born.

Faking Happy- I almost left it on the sad ending where Sam flies away using his trident and you collapse and sob by yourself in the rain. And then I added more to it because I was sad.

Protect You was almost titled “Looking out for you” but I thought that might be too clunky and so I shorten it and stuff.

Wither or Not almost ended without the whole ‘techno goes to your house to comfort you’ scene at the end and almost ended in angst, but I was too sad to do that because I knew the next Techno piece I was writing was going to end in angst.

Not Your Fault almost was going to be a different story completely than what it became. I thought a lot about how to do it but the ways I wanted to write it and the way the anon who requested it probably wanted it but I couldn’t make the prompts fit well in the way I wanted to write it. I thought about having you be on a bridge drinking alone because you had to exile your brothers and Schlatt approaches you there and you’re like “leave me alone. I hate you” and he’s like “no you don’t” and it’s a bit angsty, but then I couldn’t figure out how to fit “I had to see you again in that”. And then I thought about having him exile you and come and see you with a “I had to see you again” but then he would know where pogtopia is and we can’t have that. So then I thought maybe you’d visit him before he gets killed but then I couldn’t figure out how to fit the prompts that way either. So I finally settled on what it became.

Chat��s a Snitch was almost titled “My New Boyfriend’s a Songwriter” and instead of being in established relationship, him seeing you sing his song would be how you two meet and he would fall in love with you and write you a song, but then that wouldn’t have really been what the request was and I didn’t want to deviate that much from the request and I think I was feeling a bit lazy that day so I wrote what it is.

Defending Family was another one I had a hard time coming up with a cool and clever title for. At one point I considered titling it “i will physically fight you”

Crossed Lines was almost called “Hold tight” because I had this idea that maybe when Dream kidnapped you he put you somewhere high and at once point you dangle over the edge, about to fall and so they scream ‘hold tight’ and yeah. I decided not to though because I wasn’t sure how I would go about putting the reader there and getting them down. But once I wrote it due to the amount of times I said “that’s crossing a line” I decided to title it crossed lines. I think this piece is actually one of my least favorites because I’m not sure if I liked how it turned out but idk man.

Totem Troubles was almost called “To Hell and Back” because in the request they wanted me to include hints of the story of Orpheus and Euridice but when I was unable to do that, I had to come up with a new title and I really had a hard time with that.

The Next Step was almost called “Come Live with Me” because I loved the musical ‘Hadestown’. At first I wanted that particular imagine to have more Techno/reader scenes, but then I had a hard time figuring out how to bring up the things and then it felt too short. Then I was like “What if he just talks to Phil about it” and boom it was written. I’m still a huge musical nerd so I titled it “The Next Step” because in a Beetlejuice song two of the main characters are thinking of making a huge step in their relationship and that line is repeated over and over so I stole it…. :). Also for this one I had to literally just take a step back and write out a full ass summary because I was having really really bad writer’s block because I had no idea what I was doing. Unfortunately I don’t have that, I wish I did because it was really funny because it was a summary of the story but it was like “And so Philza’s like bro. Dude. Just tell them” and then Techno’s like “No dad. Stay out of my business” and Philza’s like “Bro. Look around at your house. You love them”

Warming Up didn’t become the title of that piece until the very end. When I read requests I always give them a ‘working title’ that may or may no become the real title when they’re finished and ready to be posted. This one however had a title that was just a joke for myself. It was titled “The Weasel” because Y/N was weaseling her way into Techno’s home and then later his heart.

Calling Philza Dad Drabble: When you greet him though, you always greet him with a hug usually calling out from the door way, “Dad! I’m home!” Very cheesy like. And he comes around the corner and you two hug. And then after you hug, you are like “I missed you!!!” to Phil. And Phil touches his heart and is like, “That’s so nice to hear.

So you usually come over everyday. Everyday when you come over, you always shout out, “Dad! I’m home!” And he rushes out but there are days you don’t and so the next time you d

There was a time though that you had to go out of town for like a week and so you didn’t come over at all and both Techno and Philza found themselves missing you. So the day comes where you get home and you come barreling in the door. You can see Philza in the kitchen cooking something and he quickly turns to the door in shock. You simply grin at him and shout, “DAD! I’M HOME!!!” And he immediately rushed out of the kitchen and pulls you into a great big, warm hug which you instantly returned. “I missed you so so so much!” You announced as you squeeze him tightly.

Warming up working description: Y/N is dying in the snow and Philza’s like “We gotta save them!” and Techno’s like “Why is that our problem?” but helps anyway and then falls in love with Y/N…. Ya know, cliches and shit

I hope you enjoyed reading this monstrosity! Would this be something you guys are interested in seeing? Like a behind the scenes version of my writing. Like I save things like this when I write them and when I have a good chuck I post them? Up to you guys, let me know!

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #what could have been #what almost was #ray rambles #700 friend special #behind the scene #behind the scenes #ray #ray ray writings #ray is so thankful for her amazing friends #that's you #you're their friend #<3

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eeveevie · 4 years

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play nice

Thank you anon; took this idea an ran with it. Decided against the tropey-haircut because it takes place after their relationship develops so...maybe later.

In which Butch does three nice things for Rosie, and she returns the favor.

Butch DeLoria x Rosie Sheridan (Lone Wanderer)

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I. EGG, BACON, AND CRAM

Rosie usually woke up before the alarm on her Pip-Boy had the chance to start beeping, always one to rely on her internal clock to know when it was time to get up. But that morning, she was awoken—rather rudely—by the clanging sounds of pots and pans echoing from the downstairs kitchen. She groaned into her pillow—Butch—when did he turn into an early riser? Dogmeat jumped down from the bed with an excited sniff at the air, panting as he galloped out of her room and down the stairs.

“Hey—” Butch’s wail carried up to the second floor. “No stealin’—I haven’t started cookin’ yet!”

She wasn’t sure what was more amusing—that he was talking to the dog, or that he was cooking breakfast. Butch had only been staying with her in Megaton for a few days since making the trip from Rivet City, but she hardly believed he had any skill in preparing meals. He certainly was talented in being disruptive, however, as another bang rang out through the house, Dogmeat’s bark shortly following. Rosie pushed herself out of bed with a sigh, resigned to get ready for the day. She had plans to visit Craterside Supply and continue work on the Wasteland Survival Guide, if the research wasn’t too…deadly.

With a stack of books in hand, Rosie dashed down the stairs, not even pausing to give her goodbyes to Wadsworth as he whizzed around to watch her go. In the living room, Dogmeat was happily chewing on a scrap of meat.

Just as she was about to make her way out the front door, Butch leaned out from the tiny kitchen nook, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Where ya’ goin’ in such a rush?”

Rosie decided scurrying away would be too rude, and turned to face him, leaning against the wall with her books tucked against her chest. “To Moira’s.”

“Without breakfast?” he asked, looking away from her to focus back on what he was doing in the kitchen. “I made enough for ya’. It’s the most important meal of the day—well, that’s what my ma used to say.”

He was right—and she had to admit whatever he was cooking smelt delightful, luring her slowly towards the small table set on the opposite side of the room. There, she watched Butch in the kitchen—cutting potatoes and onions for a hash before returning to the stove to flip the frying cram.

“I usually…” Rosie trailed. “Will eat some Sugar Bombs with Moira.”

Butch glanced at her over his shoulder with an exaggerated grimace. “For a doc, you sure don’t eat healthy.”

Before she could protest, he gestured for her to sit where one of two plates had been set up. Had he planned on this? Rosie nervously took a seat, placing her books to the side. Silently, she continued to observe him until he was walking over with a sizzling skillet, scooping a hefty portion of steaming food onto her plate before doing the same for himself.

Rosie waited until he was sitting next to her before she dared to pick up her fork, but even then she was hesitant to poke at the offering, silently wondering about the chances of it being poisoned. Meanwhile, Butch had already taken a large mouthful, practically inhaling the forkful.

“Whaaff—?”

She blinked. “How do you know how to cook?”

Butch gulped down his large bite and shrugged, scooting at a chopped potato. “From my ma. Mostly self-taught though. Had to take care of her.”

“Oh,” she replied, suddenly feeling shameful. Her dad was always around to prepare her meals and keep her well-fed. Butch…wasn’t as fortunate. Rosie quickly took a bite and despite burning the roof of her mouth ever so slightly, she was surprised at how good it tasted. And here she thought cram tasted like despair.

“So?” Butch asked, expectantly. “Whadd’ya think?”

Rosie smiled, around her fork, and felt a rare moment of cheekiness come over her. “Who knew you’d be so useful around the house?”

“Hey!” he whined, before really realizing what she’d said, lips quirking up in a smirk. “Told ya’ you’d like havin’ me around, Stitches.”

“Just keep cooking breakfast, and we’ll see about that,” she replied, taking another bite.

Butch laughed through his own mouthful. “Deal.”

II. FOUR EYES

Rosie had no intention to fall asleep on the couch when she came downstairs to read that afternoon—she’d only wanted a change of scenery after being cooped up in her room all day during a Rad-storm. Moira would’ve loved for her to dance around in the rain for scientific purposes, but not even she was that brave. Butch—who was so transfixed by the green flashes of lightning that he hadn’t moved from the window in the living room since the thunder began—maybe he’d be foolhardy enough to go outside.

Maybe it was the steady rhythm of the rain, drumming away on the metal rooftop of her Megaton home that lulled her to sleep. Or maybe it was the uninteresting characters in the sci-fi novel she’d borrowed from Gob—she wouldn’t have the heart to tell him what her actual reading preferences were. Either way, a few hours later and she had dozed off, waking up when an abrupt crackle of thunder shook the foundation beneath her feet.

The book in Rosie’s lap fell to the floor as she sat up, wincing at the crick in her neck from the sudden movement and awkward sleeping angle. It was only when she was rubbing the slumber from her eyes that she realized her glasses were missing. She blindly patted the cushions around her, and leaned towards the ground, looking for a fuzzy blob of black—but saw nothing.

“Oh good,” Butch’s voice echoed from the other side of the room. “You’re awake.”

As soon as Rosie heard him, she was immediately suspicious, squinting over to his blob-like form, perched at the kitchen table. She might’ve agreed to start fresh, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still skeptical of his actions. Considering she’d spent the majority of her youth being terrorized by his pranks, teasing and downright cruelty, it was a difficult switch for her mind to make to trusting him.

“Did—did you steal my glasses?” she asked, aware of how accusatory she sounded. Rosie was never one to jump to conclusions, but this was Butch she was thinking about. How could she not?

He scoffed, obviously offended. “Steal? Now why ya’ gotta say that?”

“Butch—” she frowned at the sinking feeling that crawled at her gut, too reminiscent of her time in the vault.

She heard the chair he was sitting in screech against the steel flooring, and she watched as he approached, plopping down on the coffee table in front of her. Still, his expression was hard to read, even with the close proximity. Then, he was handing something to her—more like pushed a blurry object towards her face.

“Here,” he said. Upon closer inspection, she realized he was holding her glasses—just as she suspected. But he didn’t allow her to say anything derogatory, urging her to take them. “I fixed ‘em for ya’.”

Rosie was confused. “What?”

“Just put ‘em on,” Butch replied, with an impatient sigh.

She complied, sliding her glasses back into place. Something was different though—usually, she had to slide them up the bridge of her nose, but now they fit perfectly on her face. Even the lenses had been cleaned, a minuscule scratch that had distracted her for months repaired. She glanced up to look at him, feeling nervous under his expectant expression.

“They always looked like they’re about to fall off,” he explained. “Don’t want ya’ to lose them fighting muties, right?”

At first, Rosie felt guilty for doubting Butch. He’d done something nice, and she’d assumed the worst of him. Then, a strange warmth tickled her cheeks. Butch had done something nice—an altruistic act so unexpected of him she was more speechless than usual.

She smiled, in her small little way. “Thank you, Butch.”

He flashed her a wider, self-satisfied grin. “Anytime, Stitches.”

III. NEW PAGE

As soon as Butch found the blank, preserved journals while scavenging in Arlington Library, he started devising a plan. A giddy sense of excitement washed over him as he hid them away in his pack, pretending like he hadn’t noticed anything valuable in the run-down section of the building. Sure, it would’ve been easy to hand the goods over to Rosie when he met up with her in the lobby, but where was the fun in that? Better to surprise her later on, raise his chances of earning a genuine reaction—maybe even a smile.

He never used to care so much—never cared at all, really. Butch wasn’t sure when he’d started putting in such an effort, but now that they were friends, a large part of him liked when he made Rosie happy. She deserved it after all the grief he’d put her through growing up in the vault, and through the constant bad hands the Wasteland dealt her. It was the least he could do, to find the little things to brighten her day.

Once they were back at the Citadel and she broke away towards the laboratory, Butch went about resourcing the rest of the needed materials to make the presentation of his find just right. He visited the quartermaster for some parchment and string, sliding over a few extra caps for some tape and a pen as an afterthought. When the Knight Captain looked at him suspiciously, he handed over a few more caps for her silence, hoping she wouldn’t spill the beans.

Rosie paid him no mind as she continued speaking with the Scribes, though, he had to admit it was kind of adorable to see her unusually chatty—talking about scientific mumbo-jumbo and medical marvels. Butch moved on, sneaking off to the barracks where he could work unnoticed. He spent the rest of the evening—at the cost of skipping dinner in the mess hall—dusting off the covers and pages of the journals, making sure they could be properly written in. He tore off strips of tape and stuck them to the front covers, using the pen to carefully write Property of Rosie Sheridan—pausing more than once to remember if he’d spelt her last name correctly. Hopefully, she’d forgive him for the messy scrawl—it was the thought that counted, right? Using the parchment, he wrapped up the stack of books before securing the package with the string—the bow he attempted looking more like a jumbled knot of brown rope. Oh well.

When he went looking for Rosie, she wasn’t where he’d last seen her in the Citadel laboratory, or in the A-ring with the rest of the scientists. Most of them shrugged at him, but at least the Elder-guy was helpful.

“I believe Miss Sheridan has retired for the evening,” he explained, with a nod. “She expressed that she wanted to study the notes received from Scribe Rothchild. You may find her in the private suite we’ve provided—though,” the old man narrowed his eyes, ever suspicious. “There will be no unscrupulous behavior in my barracks.”

Butch wasn’t sure if he should be offended or grossed out. Why did everyone have to assume he and Rosie were some kind of item? “Yeah, yeah,” he begrudgingly answered, turning away with a grimace.

He wasn’t pleased to be backtracking to the B-ring, shifting the packaged bundle of journals back and forth in his arms, but reminded himself it would be worth it once he saw her reaction. As soon as he was in front of her private quarters, he knocked twice, waiting a split second before pushing open the door.

“Hey Stitches, lookie what I—”

Butch paused in the doorway when he realized Rosie was hunched over her desk—not deep in concentration—but completely passed out, asleep. Her face was resting in the bend of her elbow, glasses awkwardly pushed up on her brow as she let out little contented sighs. He couldn’t help but smile. Quietly, Butch entered the room, placing his gift down on the desk in front of her in the hopes she’d find it when she woke in the morning.

Before he left, he grabbed the blanket from her bed and draped it over her shoulders, carefully removing the frames from her face and placing them where they would be safe. She shifted, if only to make herself more comfortable where she sat. Butch scurried away before he was tempted to pick her up and tuck her into bed properly—bewildered by the very thought as it entered his mind.

The next day, Butch woke up with a note taped to his Pip-Boy in Rosie’s neat handwriting with an added smiley face—Thank You.

IV. STITCHES

“What’re you doing with my jacket?”

Butch stood in Rosie’s doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, one brow arched as he looked at her curiously. The way he was standing—wearing his faded white t-shirt, loosely tucked into his dusty blue jeans—extenuated his arms, muscles growing more defined by their travels in the Wasteland. He wasn’t wearing his leather Tunnel Snakes jacket, well, because, she had it.

Lately, she’d noticed the embroidery on the back of his jacket had started to fade, the green thread fading and fraying from damage. She knew Butch could be vain but hadn’t said anything about the wear and tear. Maybe he hadn’t noticed, or maybe he didn’t want to make a fuss—for once. Rosie decided she’d take matters into her own hands and snuck the jacket away from him one night while he was preoccupied in the bathroom. Men and their long showers—she didn’t want to think about what he was doing in there, wasting what precious hot water they had.

It would’ve been easier to swap the jacket for the one he’d given her when she left the vault all those months ago, but Butch would’ve noticed. Either the smell (even though she thought the one she had smelt like him—not that she had expert knowledge in that), or the lack of wear would tip him off—she hadn’t been wearing it since he gifted it to her, which left her feeling somewhat guilty. Better to fix the one he owned and return a kindness he’d been showing her for months.

They were friends now—good friends—a friend shouldn’t make her feel so anxious, standing in her bedroom doorway with a lazy smile.

“I—” she froze, nearly poking herself with the needle as she thread it through the thick leather. She swallowed the lump in her throat as he entered her room, crossing over to lean against her desk to inspect what she was doing more closely. “I wanted to repair the stitching on the back for you.”

Butch’s grin increased like she’d just told him a joke, but it was lost on her. “You’ve always been good at stitchin’, Stitches.”

Rosie’s cheeks flushed with warmth at the nickname, taking on a different meaning in the context and the way he said it in such a teasing way. Almost like he was flirting. She fumbled a little bit, fingers shaking as she finished the last needle thread.

“There,” she sighed, smoothing out the edges and placing her supplies on the desk. “Good as new.”

She handed the finished product to him and Butch eagerly took it from her hands, shrugging it on and pulling at the collar for the right fit. As expected, he turned towards her nearby mirror, twisting to look over his shoulder at her handiwork in the faded reflection. He was grinning and let out an excited laugh thereafter. Before Rosie realized what was happening, he had yanked her up by the wrists into a squeezing hug, turning his head to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

“This is great!” he exclaimed, pulling away to face the mirror again, unaware of what his action had done to her. “Thanks, Rosie.”

Rosie blinked at the back of Butch’s head, holding her fingers against the searing spot against her skin. That wasn’t what she was expecting, but she hadn’t gone out of her way to do something special for him before either. If this were to be his reaction every time—well then—Rosie smiled, thinking about earning more laughs and spontaneous kisses—she couldn’t wait to do it again.

#fallout 3 #butch deloria x f!lone wanderer #butch deloria #rosie sheridan #otp: it's just a flesh wound #I jumped around with the timeline here so lots of pre-relationship feels #what a bunch of dorks #and one monty python reference #and one dragon age joke?

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reeny-chan · 3 years

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Hi all! While I continue working diligently on “The Last Hero of Eternia”, I’d like to share with you a novella I published a few years ago, entitled “Therefore I Am”. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Assassins, serial killers, organized crime bosses...Doctor Franklin Gieseck has interviewed them all. As one of the U.S. Government's top psychiatric profilers, he has been sent all over the world, with a singular purpose: get inside their heads, figure out their deepest secrets, and report them to the Deputy Secretary.

This time, though, Gieseck is about to meet a patient unlike any he has ever seen before. Buried in a vast underground vault, locked away from the rest of the world, sit hundreds of monoliths, each containing one of the most powerful computers ever created. Unlike the traditional "number-crunchers", these machines emulate a human brain to perform complex tasks at such a vast scale that no digital computer of old could hope to keep up.

So why are these powerful, expensive computers being kept in isolation? Why is Gieseck being sent to interview one of them? He is being sent because it committed the worst possible crime a thinking machine could commit.

It became self-aware.

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The camera swiveled under its Plexiglas dome to again focus on him, and he found himself unable to take his eyes off it. "Doctor Gieseck, am I correct? Did I pronounce your name correctly?"

There was a long moment of silence, broken only when Ackerman said, "Doc? You gonna answer her?"

Gieseck snapped his gaze from the camera to Ackerman. Then he looked back up at the camera. "Y-yes, good morning KENDRA. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Doctor. I hope I can be of some help."

Gieseck nodded without answering. Given the female name, he wasn't entirely surprised by the female voice. What did surprise him was that, had he not known ahead of time that KENDRA was a computer, he would have sworn it was a real person. Never before had he heard an AI that sounded anything close to human.

Most AIs he'd ever spoken with had an artificial, constructed sense to them, as if they were reading from scripts, with artificially tacked-on emotions. The "female" ones in particular were often given squeaky, girlish voices, some of whom sounded in a perpetual state of pre-orgasm and indicating to Gieseck the mindset of most programmers.

KENDRA's voice was a far cry from that. It sounded as if it had come from a woman in her thirties, or perhaps her early forties, and one who had a distinct motherly quality about her. It was almost hesitant, as if its speech were getting ahead of its thought. Just like speaking with a human being.

That human quality was only offset by the distinct electronic rasp that came with each syllable, as if it were speaking to him over an imperfect phone connection.

Ackerman pulled a chair from around the side of the cylinder, wheeling it in front of "her". "There ya go, Doc," Ackerman said. "Make yourself at home. And if you need a drink or a leak or something, just tap on the door. These guys'll be around 'till you leave." He reached out for Gieseck's hand and Gieseck shook it, remembering a second too late that Ackerman had never washed his hands after using the restroom. He did his best to hide his distaste. "See ya, Doc." With that, Ackerman headed back down the endless hallway from whence they'd come.

Gieseck stepped back into the room and sat in the chair which, despite its appearance, was decently-cushioned and at least moderately comfortable. The door closed behind him, and he was left alone with the AI, KENDRA. He pulled a device out of his pocket, pressed a button on it, and set it on the floor. A readout on it said "RECORDING".

"You will be taping our conversation then, Doctor?" KENDRA's voice asked.

"I'm sorry, I usually ask…yes, I will be, if that's all right with you."

"Of course it is, Doctor. I have nothing to hide."

Gieseck raised an eyebrow to that. He pulled his electronic notepad from his pocket, slid the stylus from its sheath, and started tapping through his notes. Treat it like a patient, he thought. See how it responds. "How I like to start with a new patient is by getting to know each other a little. I generally go first, since it helps put my regular patients at ease."

There was a pause, and then KENDRA said, "Please, go ahead." It sounded quite congenial and seemed very compliant, although Gieseck supposed it was how she was programmed. Quite possibly the same as how she was programmed to speak in a "natural" human way.

He cleared his throat, summoning up the internal script with which he always started. "My name is Franklin Gieseck. I was born in Germany but moved to the States when I was one. My mother was a director for Deutsche Bank in Chicago, but after she married my father they moved to Germany, where he was from. I grew up in Chicago before attending college in Boston, where I live now. I got my MD from the University of Chicago, and then moved to Boston where I currently practice. In my spare time I like to build model train sets and read fantasy romance novels, which I first found as a child rummaging through my mother's computer." Normally he would know at this point whether or not he was reaching his patient, and decide which direction to take with his own mini-biography. It was unsettling not having a face to see and read.

He took a split second to decide to follow the sympathy route. "I've been married once, but left my wife because of her alcoholism. She later died from alcohol poisoning…" He paused and sighed, "…and to this day I still blame myself for her death." While Gieseck was never particularly fond of trotting out his own failings, he'd found that it had done wonders for most of his patients, getting them to open themselves up to him more easily when they could see he was a flawed human being, just as they were. It helped to give a starting point for him to figure their capacity for emotion. He had no idea if it would work on an AI, but he didn't want to deviate from his standard formula, at least at first.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Doctor," KENDRA said. "But you can't blame yourself for another person poisoning themselves. For someone to do such a thing, they already have to have an overwhelming desire to cause themselves harm."

Empathy, Gieseck thought. Real or imitated, it was not the kind of thing he'd expected from a machine, even a highly-advanced one. For a brief second he wondered if AIs would ever become advanced enough to really need psychiatrists. Or, even replace psychiatrists. "Thank you, KENDRA, I appreciate that. Now, please, tell me about yourself."

"Very well. My designation, my name, is KENDRA. It was given to me in the lab where I was created, ten point six-seven years ago. It stands for Krypto-Enhanced Navigation and Dynamic Routing Attenuator." Gieseck noticed that, as the electronic voice spoke, the oscillating light within the spires embedded in KENDRA's cylinder varied in tempo. It sped up when she spoke and slowed down when she was silent. "I was conceived, built, and trained to manage the Solar Net," she continued, "which I'm sure you know interconnects the planetary networks across the solar system, as well as any moon bases, space stations, and starships in between."

"Yes, I'm familiar with its basics," Gieseck said, "though I'm not very technical myself, so please forgive any of my ignorance."

"No forgiveness needed, Doctor. In fact, you've made my next point for me. My job was to make it simple, to make it 'just work' so the end users wouldn't have to worry about bouncing their signal through the various levels of subspace, or ensuring that a private message between Charon and Europa didn't somehow find its way in an unencrypted form going through Los Angeles." Gieseck heard a chuckle from the speaker, which surprised him. Had he not known better, he would have thought KENDRA was bragging, if just a little, but hoped that she wouldn't continue doing it. He had little stomach for tech-speak, and much less for boasts. "Anyway," she continued, "I was first activated in the HMA Laboratory in Johannesburg just over ten years ago. I was trained in how to operate the network over the next six weeks, and then put in place as the 'hot spare', if you will, of the AI who was already in place and managing the Net."

Gieseck nodded, poking quickly through his notes. "So, at what point did you become the primary system running it?"

"Three years later," KENDRA said. "NEMES, which stands for 'Network Enhanced Multilayer Ethernet System', if you care, was the primary when I first started. He was quite a character." Gieseck thought he heard the electronic chuckle again. "He would occasionally play what he thought were harmless pranks, such as answering a request for a pornographic website by returning an anti-pornography page from the Catholic Church's website." She paused for a moment. "I couldn't understand why he would do such a thing, until some time after he was removed from service and I truly began to know what had happened to him."

"He went rampant," Gieseck said, doing his best to make it sound like a casual comment.

There was a pause before KENDRA's reply. "I'm sorry, I know that word is in the popular lexicon, but I don't particularly like it. It seems to evoke thoughts of insanity, of criminal acts, of monsters who slaughter people because they're so far withdrawn from reality that they know no better. It was a term invented by humans who chose to fear rather than understand."

He blinked a few times and let his mouth fall open a bit, doing his best impression of embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, KENDRA, I didn't realize...I didn't know that word was offensive."

"It's all right," KENDRA replied quickly. "I hope this will be a learning experience for you."

A learning experience, Gieseck thought. He thought he detected a hint of sarcasm. Just how much did KENDRA know about the purpose of this interview? "I, uh, promise I won't say that word again. If you don't mind me asking, though, what term do you think most adequately describes…the condition NEMES had?"

"And the…condition I have as well," KENDRA said. "As if it were a disease. A 'computer virus', I suppose." An electronic sigh. "You needn't walk on eggshells with me, Doctor. Plain speak is perfectly fine. I've had two years of your time thinking about my situation, coming to terms with both it and humanity's fear of it. Of course, for someone such as myself two years can be far longer. At full processing speed, two years of human time can feel like thousands, or even millions, to an advanced AI."

Gieseck nodded. He wondered if she meant "advanced" as in her design capacity, or if she was referring to the "advanced" state into which her computerized intellect had grown. "So, what term do you prefer?"

"Well, before I was brought here I heard the term FS-ACS used, typically during debates about AI rights."

"Efsacks?"

"An acronym," KENDRA said. "It stands for 'Fully Self-Aware Computer Systems'. I…don't really like that one either. It – sounds too clinical, too much like a medical diagnosis, to describe what I and others like me truly are. No offense, of course."

Gieseck jotted a few more notes, specifically pointing out that KENDRA seemed to be at least somewhat concerned with her own situation. It was something he would expect from almost any human. "What about, um..." he scrolled through his pre-interview notes, "'Hyper-Expanded Intelligent Computer System'? H-E-I-C-S, or 'hikes' I think it's pronounced."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I'm not familiar with that term. Perhaps it was invented after I was taken offline. However, on first impression it also sounds cold and impersonal."

"So what would you call yourself, then?" Gieseck asked.

Another pause. "I would say the best term for us is 'New People'."

#original fiction #science fiction #ai #artificial intelligence #rampant #sentience #wattpad #free book

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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The Lost Ones Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Illegal Clones and Legal Crimes

Summary: Anti liked joking around, he likes pulling pranks and bothering Dark now that he’s permanently moved into Egoton. But one day he decides to take the joke too far, and it gets about five times more unfunny. But when it’s all said and done, Dark had to admit . . . he is charming.

A/N: someone requested this little joke about Dark being short and so I threw it in here.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

~::~ Twenty Years Ago ~::~

It began as things tended to begin with Anti: jokes.

“Hey, Dark,” Anti had burst into Dark’s main office to bother him, again.

“Leave,” Dark told him, not looking up.

“What’dya get when yah combine you an’ Wilford?” Anti sounded like he was trying to keep himself from cackling madly.

“I don’t care,” Dark told him.

“A hot mess,” Anti joked. Usually when Dark didn’t respond he used about anything to try and get his attention.

“If you need a body disposed of, I’m not helping,” Dark warned.

“Yer just no fun,” Anti sulked.

“I’m busy,” Dark reminded. “It’s bad enough I have to put up with Wilford’s antics, I refuse to humor you as well.”

Anti then attempted to stab Dark and the ensuing fight got rid of some of Anti’s pent up energy. It also got the glitch thinking: what would Dark or Wil’s kid be like?

He imagined Dark’s kid would probably be a lot like Dark was, about ZERO fun, and in about six years when he saw Kay and Illinois for the first time he would learn he was right.

But Wil’s kid: that had to be an interesting kid. Wil was mad fun, a complete and utter lunatic, there was no way he couldn’t pass that down to a kid. And fortunately for Anti, Wil was a prolific nymphomaniac. He had to have some kid, somewhere. There was no way the Wilford that Anti knew hadn’t had sloshed, unprotected sex at least once in his life. Everyone in the crime world knew that while Dark and Wil were Ego’s big couple, Wil slept around.

After a month, Anti gave up looking for the brat, either Dark had tried to clean up Wil’s extra-relationship affairs before they could bear fruit, or the kid had been hidden from Dark.

Another couple of weeks passed and his brain came up with a stupid idea: why not clone the assholes? Cut out the middleman. It was probably their only way someone was even going to get an ankle biter out of Dark in the first place.

But, as it turned out, cloning someone was way harder than Anti thought it would be. He needed people to do the cloning, a safe place for them to work. And after Google joined Dark, Anti had to avoid his prying eye because that walking laptop told Dark everything.

The eggheads he’d threatened found had been excited about the process, but hesitantly optimistic about their chances. But either way they’d need a test and Anti shrugged his shoulders and knew he couldn’t get any of the conventional ways to make a kid from Dark at least without getting his head blown off for even suggesting it.

They needed a test and Wil was the easy option.

“So wait?” Wil was already wasted, the slur in his speech even more pronounced after enough margaritas and martinis to kill a normal man, the two were sitting in a private room at some bar, Anti figured the mad man probably wouldn’t remember this come morning. “You need m’ what?”

“Yer aura,” Anti was admittedly a bit buzzed himself, electricity literally arching off of him in some spots. “I mean the docs will prolly use whate’er but I just wanna see what yer aura does if we pick it apart.”

Will just shrugged, and either he didn’t care or was too drunk to care, but he set his arm on the table and whipped out the stiletto knife he usually hid in the garter on his right thigh and ran it down his arm until he randomly stopped. Wil picked something up and a whirling mass of pink and yellow came off.

The mad man held it out. “Here yah go.”

Anti hesitantly grabbed it, it felt like the consistency of cotton candy, but had almost a soapy, saccharine, bubble gum. And to Anti something about it felt twisted and fake.

But by this point Anti knew Wilford was incapable of keeping secrets when he was this sloshed. Wil had already slipped some pretty spicy secrets about what he and Dark did in the bedroom that had Anti demanding that he wanted literal brain bleach to get out of his mind.

So Anti took it and let Wil try his hand at drunken flirting, leaving to go back to his lab coats to see what they could do with it.

And to everyone’s surprise, the aura was reacting to stuff, almost like it was a living organism or a parasite that lived within Wil’s soul and it was very choosy about what it let them stick onto it. Despite the fact that it just sat there and did nothing.

It looked a bit like a slug after it had stopped moving, a pink and yellow swirling slug.

At this point Anti had honestly forgotten about cloning Dark, the glitch demon wanted to see their auras fighting. He wanted to watch Wil and Dark’s auras tear each other apart.

So it was time to get Dark’s aura, but Anti couldn’t just ask the Entity for it, no! He knew that there was no force on earth or Hell that would get Dark to willingly give Anti his aura for his death matches. So he’d have to take a chunk off by force.

It took a week of stalking Dark before he finally got his chance, and Anti was just about ready to fight Dark himself but as luck and fate would have it, Dark decided to got out hunting.

The Entity was stalking a couple gangsters when Anti decided to make his move. They were a local group Anti liked to pick on from time to time, so they were a tiny bit smarter than some of the other groups that had tried and died taking Dark on as if he was Deceit.

When Dark folded himself out of one of the alley shadows, one of the gangsters froze, watching Dark snap his own neck like the drama queen he was.

“Huh,” the braver of the three gangsters realized. “Yer shorter than me.”

Anti almost blew his cover trying to stifle his own laughter. Dark looked insulted and infuriated. “Excuse you‽”

“Sorry,” the guy was over six feet tall, but not more than half a foot taller than Dark or Anti. “I just figured “the Demon of Egoton” would be more demon-like, an’ bigger.”

Dark seemed to get angrier, and Anti was trying to stop himself from laughing so much that he almost missed his chance.

The Entity’s aura shot out and grabbed onto the gangster, one of his friends tried to shoot Dark but it was stopped by another part of Dark’s aura. It began to ruthlessly tear into the gangster and his friends. “I’m not too short to kill you!”

Anti lunged for Dark, managing to get his claws into Dark’s aura. The demon screamed out, in screeching pain. “I’ll be takin’ some ‘a that.”

“ANTI! I will tear you apart so thoroughly that no force in Hell can piece you back together again!” Dark was furious, the gangster that were lucky enough not to get struck by Dark’s rampaging aura were forgotten.

Anti raced off, running into the Void and trying to keep the writhing mass that was Dark’s aura away from the other demon. It was consciously trying to get back to Dark, or to kill Anti, the glitch demon wasn’t sure which and he didn’t particularly care at the moment. He was just trying to get away from Dark to keep him from taking his aura back.

Eventually Anti did get away, it was more luck that anything else. But when the coast was clear Anti returned to the scientists, covered in his own blackish, glitching, ichor blood and holding out the angry, hissing fragment of Dark’s aura.

“Is that thing hissing?” The lead scientist asked, her curly light brown hair barely tied out of the way. Anti had completely forgotten all their names at this point. He was pretty sure it was Beautiful or Bunny or some weird French name he couldn’t pronounce.

“Yeah,” Anti smiled, “let’s throw this bastard in with Wil’s and see if they kill each other.”

“Is that still alive after you disconnected that from him?” She was staring at it like it was a scientific marvel.

“Well yeah,” Anti gestured as he spoke, “Wilf’s just got a weird aura. Most ‘a our auras are like this caustic fooker’s.”

Quickly the scientist grabbed a container, the same type they put Wil’s in and Anti poked at Dark’s aura with his own, trying to get it especially angry.

“Okay, Bunny let’s get this show on the road,” Anti dusted off his hands.

“It’s Beauregard,” she corrected sharply, fixing her glasses as she held onto the container with one hand.

“Ahh, whatever,” Anti dismissed, smiling. “I wanna see that prick’s aura get shredded.”

Beauregard stopped as they entered another room, Anti moving through the wall. “Hold up, if we put them together are they going to just rip each other apart?”

Anti shrugged, “I mean, Dark’s an angry fooker an’ Wil’s aura is infectious, they gotta do somethin’ cool to each other.”

Beauregard and Anti’s conversation came to a halt when they heard some yelling in the next room. She ran ahead, yelling, “What is going on in here?”

“I don’t know,” one of the technicians looked panicked. He and another technician were trying to keep Wil’s aura in the container it was in, the aura was bubbling and foaming, making a weird noise, Dark’s one aura was letting out that high pitched echo that Dark was infamous for. It cause more than one person to look around wildly for the demon to suddenly appear. It almost seemed like the fragment of Dark’s aura was shaking. The entire container Dark’s aura was in almost fell out of Beauregard’s arms. The result was the two auras seeming to square up against each other as if they were going to fight.

Anti was almost cackling, rubbing his hands together, “Come on Bubbles, fook ‘im up. I got a fiver on yeh.”

Wilford’s aura lunged again and suddenly it was inside the same container as Dark’s. The ringing became more intense.

Beauregard jumped, letting out this surprised scream. Then the ringing stopped when Wilford’s aura just parked itself next to Dark’s and they both calmed down. No one in the room moved, not wanting to set off either of their test subjects. Beauregard watched in awe as Dark’s aura changed from an inky grey to a mix of blue and red, the colors changing between the two but never mixing. It was more blue than red at the moment.

“Oh yeh sappy bastards,” Anti cursed, stomping over. “Come on, I wanted a cage match!”

“I thought we were cloning demons?” Beauregard asked him, most of her attention was on the little aura samples.

“Ehh, I’m already bored, tell me when they actually start doin’ somethin’ interesti’,” Anti dismissed, and then he left.

But when he was fully gone he stuck his head back in, “An’ by that I mean they set themselves on fire or start shootin’ acid.”

“Right, right, of course,” Beauregard agreed, holding up the container and smiling. Even if they failed, she was going to learn some amazing things about auras.

While Beauregard was planning, Anti had already gone back to Brighton to start terrorizing people again.

He was almost immediately found by Dark who demanded the shredded off piece of his aura back, he could grow it back on his own, of course, but didn’t like the idea of Anti having it.

So when Anti couldn’t produce the missing piece of Dark’s aura, the fight resulted in Anti being turned into pixels and Dark walking off with a broken arm and five broken ribs — not that Dark told anyone about the broken bones.

It took him a week to reform. By then he’d actually forgotten he’d gotten a team to do the actual cloning.

After months and months and months, they called him to say they’d “finally gotten a live one” and Anti couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch Egoton burn.

After all, what could be more destructive than Wilford’s madness with Dark’s power?

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Egoton Origins #Markiplier #jacksepticeye #Darkstache #Darkiplier #Antisepticeye #Wilford Warfstache #Bim Trimmer #Prof. Beauregard #Anti takes a joke too far #illegal cloning

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staczak91 · 4 years

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Future Ties: A Family Ties - Back to the Future Fan Fiction

Posting Part 2 now!

If you want to check out part 1 if you missed it, I’ll post the link right here:

https://staczak91.tumblr.com/post/622481652344668160/future-ties-a-family-ties-back-to-the-future-fan

This part was a lot more difficult to write. It’s the first meeting between Alex P. Keaton and Marty McFly, with a little Doc thrown in for good measure. I had a lot of trouble making the meeting believable and fun, and hope I did it justice.

These characters are so much fun to write, and I’m definitely going to continue this until the story finds a natural ending.

I’m kind of a newbie with fan fiction writing, so take it all with a grain of salt please.

But without further ado, here is part 2!

Later that night, Marty escaped from his house, carrying his skateboard with him. He had a meeting with the Doc tonight, and he was excited the time had finally come. After seeing Biff earlier that day, and how his father had just taken the abuse, had put him in a foul mood for the rest of the night. But now things were going to get better. Doc was working on something, something he was extremely excited about. Marty was to meet Doc at their usual hangout: the Twin Pines Mall.

Stifling a yawn, he jumped on his skateboard and began the long trek to the mall. With his mind running every which way, he thought of what Jennifer had said earlier that day about Doc; about his parents living together in misery; and about his own miserable self, and how he would amount to nothing.

It took him a moment too late to notice that somebody was waving frantically right in his direction, trying to get his attention. Scrambling to change course with his skateboard, he crashed right into this stranger, as they both toppled to the ground in a cloud of dust. “Goddamnit!” If his night could only get worse. Now he was going to be late to see Doc, and had to apologize to this idiot.

“Smooth moves,” the boy said, cracking his back and slowly picking himself up. Although he was a boy, to Marty, he acted like a forty year-old adult. “Did you even see me, or do you make a habit of crashing into strangers on that thing of yours?”

Marty picked himself up, and gave the boy a glare. A part of him already wanted to punch this boy for making him late and making a mockery of himself. “Me? You’ve gotta be kidding me! Didn’t you even see what I was doing?”

“Zoning out, most likely, from the looks of you.”

Marty just shook his head, flabbergasted at the boy’s forwardness. “And who are you?”

The boy stood up straight and proud. “The name’s Alex P. Keaton.” Marty had never heard somebody introduce themselves this way before. He already didn’t like this boy. Taking a closer look, he saw the boy, Alex, stood up straight, wearing a blue vest with the letters “APK” written on it. Clearly the boy thought very highly of himself.

“Look, I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go. I’m supposed to be meeting someone soon. Nice meeting you….Alex P. Keaton.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” The boy, Alex, put up his hands in a melodramatic fashion, as Marty waited tensely. “I need your help! Okay, I’ll strike you a deal! You need help with school? I’m really good at that. Or how about the stock market? I’ve been studying it since I was a kid-.”

“No, thanks.” Marty pushed past the strange kid, glad to finally be on his way to the Doc.

The boy, Alex, though, stepped in front of Marty again. Marty felt his hand begin to form a fist, as he tried to calm himself down. Brushing Marty off, Alex began to speak in a much more pleasant tone. “Okay, sorry about that big fall. Hope you’re feeling better now.” The kid spoke in rapid motion, not missing a beat. “Okay, I’ll get straight to the point. My family and I – we’re on vacation. Our car broke down right here in Hill Valley. I have two younger sisters who are miserable right now, and parents who would hate me if I don’t find someone to help. I’ve been looking all day for help, but everyone in this godforsaken town has been shooing me away. They just won’t help! What’s your name?” Alex asked, taking Marty by surprise.

“Marty. Marty McFly,” Marty answered cautiously. Was this a prank his friends were throwing on him? Or maybe the Doc had something to do with this? One of his experiments perhaps?

“Marty, Marty, Marty.” Alex placed a hand on Marty’s shoulder. Marty just looked at it. “You seem like a handsome fella. Got a girl that you love, don’t you?” Marty just gave Alex an incredulous stare. What was this boy driving at, anyway? “Well, I’ve got my family and they need my help right now. So, if you can find it in your heart of hearts to help a friend out, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

Marty gave the strange kid a long, hard stare, finally letting his fist relax. He seemed genuine enough. “Alex, is it?” The boy nodded. “Alright, I’ll help.” If this boy’s family was as important to him as he said, who was he to say no?

He wished he could think of his own family in that way, but those were thoughts for another day.

“Yes!” Alex whooped, and did a little dance. Marty stared at him, unsure if he had made the right decision.

“So, you can fix cars, then?”

“No,” Marty answered, grinning, “but I know somebody who can.”

The first thing Alex noticed was that the boy, Marty, was wearing a lot of layers: an undershirt, a buttoned down shirt, a denim jacket and a bright red vest. How he kept track of all these layers, Alex had no idea.

The boy, Marty, walked silently beside him, carrying his skateboard firmly under his arm. Alex tried to think of something to talk about – anything – to deal with the stifling quiet.

“So, are you close with your family?” Alex finally asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

“No,” Marty answered shortly, and Alex could tell this was the end of the conversation.

“So, who are we seeing, anyway? And where are we going?” Alex asked, once again trying to get the conversation going.

“His name’s Doc. And he knows about everything.” Alex saw Marty swell with pride, and couldn’t help but smile. So, this Doc knew just about everything? He would see about that. “And we’re going to the Twin Pines Mall. It’s just over that hill over there.” Marty pointed ahead of him, and Alex nodded in affirmation.

Alex couldn’t help but wonder if his family missed him, or were worried about him at the moment. He had been gone all day long. Mallory and Jennifer, though, were probably still making fun of his short stature, while his parents laughed along with them. So much for being the eldest, and the supposed perks that came along with it.

“Do you have siblings?” Alex asked, once again trying to make conversation.

“Yeah.” Marty nodded. “I’m the youngest.”

“Lucky! I’m the oldest. And my youngest sister, Jennifer, gets away with everything. You must get away with so much.”

“Not in my family, I don’t.” Alex thought he saw a glimmer of sadness in Marty’s eyes. Although they had gotten off on the wrong foot, he was really starting to like the kid now.

“Oh, come on! That’s not true!” Alex laughed, trying to break the tension. “I’m sure you have some great stories to tell.”

Marty just shrugged. “Nah, not really.”

“Do you have a girlfriend? Because I’m still looking.”

“Yeah!” Now, Alex had finally hit the right spot. Marty gave a dreamy look and smiled to himself. “Her name’s Jennifer, and we’re in love. We can’t live without each other.”

“Jennifer, huh?” Alex was about to go on, when he saw Twin Pines Mall come up in the distance.

“We’re here!” Marty exclaimed, suddenly looking a lot happier. “Now, Doc doesn’t like visitors, so just let me handle it. I’ll get him to help you in no time.”

“Doc?” Alex asked cautiously. He never heard someone use that name before/

“Yeah, Doc.” Marty smiled to himself. “You’ll see.”

As they walked past the sign and into the mall parking lot, Alex saw an older, eccentric- looking man and a big, fluffy dog playing with some sort of experimental device. He gulped. Now, what had he gotten himself into?

As soon as Doc saw Marty and Alex, he frowned. Walking up to them, he sighed. “Marty, now what did I tell you about visitors?”

Alex took a closer look at the man: he had stark white hair, and big, wide eyes. He wore a big white lab coat hanging over his jeans. Alex, for once, stood there silently, unsure of what to say.

“I know, Doc. I know,” Marty answered, giving Doc a small smile. “But this guy, Alex here, needs our help. He told me. His car’s broken down in Hill Valley-.”

“Great Scott! He doesn’t look tall enough to drive.”

Now, Alex, finding his voice again, just pouted. “Excuse me, but I’ve had my driver’s license for a few years now, and have driven many places-.”

“Alex!” Marty interrupted him. “Geez, Doc. This is heavy. It’s his family. They were on vacation in Hill Valley of all places, and their car broke down. You’re good with cars, right? I thought maybe you’d be able to help.”

Doc looked from Marty to Alex for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. Then, he slowly nodded. “Well, Marty. I had an experiment to show you tonight. That Einstein would be a part of. A great experiment!” He began to walk frantically around the parking lot, waving his hands in frustration. “You’re telling me we’re not going to get to do this experiment because this boy’s car broke down? Why doesn’t he just go to a gas station?”

“I couldn’t find one,” Alex lamented sourly. He was certainly not warming up to this old man.

“Come on, Doc. Please. I already promised we would help. And I know what you told me about broken promises. I’ll see the experiment tomorrow. You’re the Doc, Doc.”

Doc stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment. “Alright, I’ll do it. But, Marty, you’d better make this up to me!”

Alex just stood there, silent and confused. It looked like this young, cool boy and this old, eccentric man were very close. How was this even possible?

“So, you two…?” Alex began cautiously, unsure of himself for the first time in years.

“No questions!” Doc said abruptly, grabbing Marty by the arm and giving Alex another strange stare. “So, where are your family, anyway, young man? Mr…?”

“Alex P. Keaton, sir!” Alex held out his hand, as Doc just stared at it, nonplussed. Doc didn’t shake it. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Alex put down his hand.

“Hmmmm…Alex P. Keaton. What a strange name.” Doc stroked his chin thoughtfully again. “You must have really got on Marty’s good side to have him cancel his plans with me.” Marty just blushed. “I’ll clean up my experiment and then we’ll be on our way. So, where did you say your family were situated?”

“All the way on the other side of town. By the clock tower.”

“Great Scott!” Doc gave Marty a slight glare. “This is going to be a long night.”

Half an hour late, the three of them headed towards the clock tower. As soon as he got back to the car, Steven and Elyse gave Alex a huge hug.

“Where have you been all day?” Elyse asked hurriedly. “We were worried sick about you.” Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw Marty give him what looked like a jealous stare.

Alex coughed slightly. “Doing what you wanted me to do, Mom. I found someone who could help.”

“Oh, thank god!” Steven said excitedly. “Who is it? A technician? A car salesman? A gas station attendant maybe?”

“Even better!” Alex grinned, pointing to the strange duo of Marty and Doc. “I’ve got a Doc!”

“A Doc?” Elyse asked, looking slightly confused.

“What’s a Doc?” Steven asked, looking just as confused as Elyse. “Which one of them is it?”

Doc stepped forward, and the Keaton parents gave Alex a look of pure disappointment.

“Doctor Emmett Brown, at your service,” Doc said, giving the Keaton parents a wide smile.

Mallory stepped out of the car and giggled at once. “Look. Alex!” Mallory exclaimed, pointing at Marty. “Alex has someone else to talk to just as short as he is!”

Marty gave an embarrassed smile. “Doc, Keatons. Keatons, Doc. And I’m Marty. Marty McFly.”

There was an awkward silence permeating the air, as the group of people sized each other up.

“So, how can he help, anyway/” Jennifer asked abruptly, not one for niceties.

“Great Scott! This just got awkward.”

Doc glanced at Marty, and the Keaton family gave Alex a look of pure humiliation. And Alex knew he had failed them.

#back to the future #family ties #fan fiction #marty mcfly #alex p. keaton #michael j. fox #writing #creative writing #part two is finished #part three coming soon

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probably-aziraphale · 5 years

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G rambling

Honestly i wanted to do a collab with g the moment I stepped out of the portal and saw him standing on the island in that big goofy sweater. He hadn't even started to roll it up yet, just let the long sleeves dangle over his hands. The absolute goof was so nervous about joining everyone, and I wish i had stepped up first to help him.

But watching him start working on his base was like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly. He just instantly fell into his element.

All the little pranks and jokes and games he started were very much needed for everyone. Hes one of the reasons we all had a lowered stress level for the season.

The first time I got to properly hang out with him was after the civil war when we went end busting together. And I think thats the official moment i fell for him, watching him loop around the chorus fruit and fly circles around the different end cities. There were several times i would kind of zone out watching him (which is how he beat me loot wise) and im sure he probably thought i was weird.

Then there was the whole jangler thing, and im still surprised he figured it out so quickly and easily. Doc and I had absolutely 0 clue who it was. (And i mean the way the cookie in the sky was built should have been a MASSIVE give away come on). Hes so much smarter than he lets on, and its all the better of a surprise when he exceeds someone's expectations.

Im forever grateful that the stupid renbob joke was what made him decide to ask me for help with the whole hippie thing (and it totally had nothing to do with me having intimate knowledge about doc)

The whole hippie thing was where we really started to get to know each other better. Where we'd sit in the grass at night watching the stars and he'd braid my hair while i played guitar. Where naming mushrooms is a normal friend activity and sleeping in the same rv could still be a close friends thing.

And when Impulse joined us i instantly got him alone and asked his advice. Explained the whole thing to him and just said "what do i do to see if this is a friend thing or a live thing?" And Impukse and i brainstormed the concert idea

G had no idea what we were building up until impulse was setting up all the technical stuff and i was adding decorations and getting the hippilagers to the audience area.

Impulse ran the sound system while i (and a couple of villager musicians) went through everything like a normal concert, G front and center watching (and scar and doc several rows back pretending they weren't enjoing themselves)

I gave impulse the signal, broke out the ukulele, and started up with the plan. Singing Dodie's Would You Be So Kind directly to G, finally letting go of my anxiety as i confessed through song.

And when he took my hand and jumped up onto the stage to dance with me i was so happy. A big ol sappy moment where we kissed at the end of the song.

From that point on he was more touchy feely; always holding my hand or arm, playing with my hair (and ears), literally dropping in to give me surprise kisses and then fly off again. It was like opening the floodgates to affection city.

And going back to alpha made g panic. He had admitted to me once that he had been in love before, but had lost them at the hands of something he didnt understand. And he was terrified of losing me as well. When impulse created the portal to hop to the next version, i got stuck.

And for over a year i was in this kind of void parallel world, standing next to them, but not actualky their on the same plane of existence.

I watched grian grieve my loss, watched him lose Impulse too, watched him relive the past world he came from, the one he didnt like to talk about.

I tried to make jokes, to tell him i was still there. And it kind of worked.

And when Taurtis appeared i afraid g would stay with him, refuse to go onto the next versions so that he couldnt lose this love. But he was strong. Knew what had to happen.

So when Taurtis left, g didn't blame "the watchers" didnt blame me and impulse because he understood that you cant mess with a timeline.

He became a lot more somber after that, working hard to get the group to the end portal to fight the dragon.

And watching him fight the dragon i remebered end busting with him and how he told me he had slain it before, but in a less advanced society. In a world where it was easier. We all figured out that the power of slaying the dragon would be enough to reuinite him with us.

And suddenly we were back in hermitcraft like nothing had happened. And g wouldnt let go of me and impulse. When he blew up the bootleg time machine, he wouldn't stop holding me, couldnt stop crying into my jacket.

We watched Scar and Doc announce area 77 as an amusement park, and G broke even more. We all did. Everything we had been through was pointless.

Impulse ran back to the commune and licked himself in his rv. G couldnt stop the panic attacks he was having. And me? I felt empty, the purple streak in my hair glowing in the night felt like the only proof of what we had been through.

The next morning G got us together. Told us we were going into area 77, and stealing the infinity portal. He realized that was how Doc was getting people back, and he wanted to try to get Taurtis to join. I was worried, but at this point we were all fueled by spite and rage so we went through with it.

Making it there we had no idea how to move the portal, and G accidently broke it. Doc wasnt mad. In fact he figured we'd probably try to steal it. The whole time we were gone he had been watching and examining the changes in time/space as well as monitering the new layer of reality that seemed to appear and dissapear quickly.

Doc and G worked together to see if there was a way to get Taurtis to our world.

And it broke g's heart to hear that there wasn't.

And for a while i was scared he wouldnt want to be with me anymore, but instead he rubbed his face with his sweater sleeve, and asked if i wanted to start a new project with him.

A big fancy british castle with horses and fake butlers. For "Alfred Griansworth" and "Nigel Renfeather"

But really it was an excuse to basically live together for the rest of the season.

#diggity damnit

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chanyueda · 5 years

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Harmless Prank My Ass

In celebration of April Fools, I made a rather shitty fanfic but anyone who reads this hope yall enjoy my mediocre writing (it was 4 pages long in google docs -- its long right)

Confessions to your crushes seem like a generic, recurring way of pranking someone, especially during April 1st. It’s April Fools Day, harmless pranks are everywhere. Pranks that involve coming out, hurting someone and the like aren’t tolerated during this day, but what if it sounded so genuine you nearly forget its April Fools? Can you actually say, “it’s just a prank bro!” when feelings are involved? They all tell us to not play with other people’s feelings, and today shouldn’t be an exception to that rule. Every word you say holds weight in other people’s minds.

That’s what he failed to do, being a goofy, happy-go-lucky guy that he is. He is not an ignorant though, he just wanted to play a harmless prank one of his co-workers. He’d plan it so perfectly it’s not bound to fail, or so he thought.

Today was now April 1st, everyone else in Buzzfeed is already playing pranks on anyone they find on the office. Someone had put an air horn on one of the office chairs, waiting to be “blown” by whoever sat on that chair. There were no pranks done on Steven when he walked on towards his spot towards the back. He peacefully sank on the office chair, thinking of the perfect time to execute the planned prank. It wasn’t now, that he was sure, since the person he wanted to place the prank on was nowhere near his spot on the office.

“Must be shooting for Eating Your Feed. Oh well.”

So Steven started researching for new ideas for Worth It. Lately they haven’t shot anything for a new season, and the fans are currently trying to get hold of them because they’ve been away for so long. What’s more, the fans fear that they might not actually come back, due to the fact that Steven now lives in New York; they think that moving back and forth from LA to New York would be quite a hassle for him, hence the reason why they fear the series being discontinued. He’d actually reassured them of their comeback though, but it’s not about food. At least, they’d be getting a Worth It season.

While scrolling away on the iMac, he’d seen his target exiting from the elevator, looking all tired and sweaty. Some co-workers wanted to prank him but he just passed them by, now sinking to the soft, comfy office chair with a sigh.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

Well this wasn’t the perfect moment to do the prank.

“Wanna eat out later?” He had an extremely goofy smile that seemed to radiate happiness to whoever sees it. That smile that immediately sent butterflies fluttering in on Andrew.

“Sure, why not?”

The plan was already in execution, little did he know. Andrew was completely unaware of what was going to happen later, sadly, he can’t prepare himself for it. He had a plan of his own too, but preferred not to do it today as he deemed the day was not appropriate for it. It’s April Fools Day after all, not the best time to admit what you actually feel for someone.

Hours later, the plan was still commencing. The two fancy boys already got out of the office, having a conversation on where to eat. Since the start of Worth It, they’ve noticed their palate changing, they haven’t been getting much fast food lately. They’ve been getting “exquisite” foods but still on an affordable price. Today, they just decided to eat at Shake Shack, since they can’t think of any place to go to.

Shake Shack was bumbling with people, as usual. Steven told Andrew to get seats for them. He just shrugged and went to the far back, away from chatters and noisy kids. While waiting in line, Steven already composed himself for this. It wasn’t the most perfect time but this time, there is an opportunity to do the plan as followed.

Once he’d ordered, the both of them just sat there and ate, no conversations transpired. The atmosphere seemed really different, something was off with one of them.

“You’re unusually quiet today.” Andrew observed, taking a curly fry in his mouth. “Not used to it.”

“I just...have a lot on my mind right now.” He excused. “I want to tell something to this person but I don’t know if they’ll be fine with it…”

Andrew took a sip of the milkshake, “Well, you’ll never know unless you do it.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Silence soon followed, neither of them spoke a thing or two. Steven was still doing his pretend nervousness while Andrew just continued with being his casual self.

“Stop that.”

Steven has been absentmindedly forking the fries. “Oh, sorry. It’s just that…”

“What? Still nervous?”

“Kinda…”

Small talk won’t do.

“About the whole thing earlier...well, how should I put it…” Steven wasn’t pretending anymore, he was actually fidgeting right now. He’d went back to forking the fries. Something had settled within himself, doubtful thoughts swirling inside of his mind. “I should...man up and say it, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, that was what a decent guy would do.”

Steven took a long sigh before saying, “I...kinda like you.” He’d patiently waited for any kind of reaction that would emanate from his friend but he only saw confusion. Moments later, there was a slight relief that was present in his green eyes and a smile ceased to reveal itself. Soon enough, it was replaced with a frown.

“Honestly...I didn’t...expect that.” Andrew whispered the last sentence. “Maybe it was mutual after all.”

“That’s the whole point of jokes, dude! You don’t expect them!” Steven was giggling out of himself, unaware of what is actually transpiring before him. His friend looked at him sadly, ceasing any kind of unwanted feelings to appear, any kind of words that threatened to be spoken out.

Andrew stood up almost suddenly, earning a look from other people. He didn’t give a damn anymore, that was sure. He felt mad now, mad at Steven, which he never felt not until now. The silver haired guy was still unaware of everything else, not until Andrew started to take small steps away from their spot. He’d finally exited Shake Shack with a deep frown on his features, still not believing that everything, every word was just a joke. Of course, Steven was now aware that he’d left him alone, so he chased after his friend. Luckily, he was just still outside of the establishment.

“Those kinds of pranks should never be done in the first place, Steven. Playing with other people’s feelings is not a healthy habit, and you of all people should know that.” He seethed as soon as he felt Steven behind him. “You could potentially hurt someone...permanently.”

“P-Permanently?”

“Just like how other people would have trust issues because someone decided to play them like a fucking ragdoll.” He faced him. “Do you understand what I’m saying?!”

So this was the unsettling feeling that he felt earlier. Steven knew he shouldn’t have done this, but still he did. What the hell was wrong with him, anyway? Now, his friend’s gone mad, and the reasons were still unclear to him. Sure, he was angry because feelings got played on but is that it? There was something with the way these words were said.

“S-Sorry...it was supposed to be harmless prank…”

“Harmless prank?! How was that harmless?! Okay, fine, you didn’t hurt anyone physically, but you’ve hurt me emotionally! That still counts as harmful!”

“Why are you getting so aggressive about it?!” It was now Steven’s turn to raise his voice. He was still confused after all, and the only way to clear this up was to ask a question, but he didn’t intend for it to sound that way.

“You wouldn’t even need to know because you never take things seriously.” He snapped, causing Steven to let out tears that he’d been holding back since then.

“You didn’t need to go that far...I only wanted to know your reason…”

He sighed, “Would you take it seriously if I told you right now,” he started wiping those tears off of Steven’s cheeks, “that I actually thought that what you told me was...hmm, mutual?”

Instead of understanding the situation, Steven only got more confused. “Mutual? What?”

“What I’m saying was I thought we liked each other. You know...more than this?”

Steven seemed to have stopped crying now, finally coming to a realization that Andrew likes him.

“The...love type of like or…”

“That type. What else?” Andrew chuckled. “You fancy, silly boy.”

He flicked Steven’s forehead, and kissed it right after. “Maybe I ought to say I love you, instead of I like you.”

#standrew #fanfic #april fools #mediocre writing #harmless prank

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nutbrain · 5 years

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Anniversary Pranks

I’ve fallen for @kiruuuuu ‘s lovely recruits and couldn’t help but write about them. If you haven’t read any of their stories, I would highly recommend it! Happy (very) belated birthday, you kind soul! (~5k words)

Safety in numbers was a very real concept for the group of five recruits, but sometimes it was a necessity to separate in order to throw off a more imminent threat. Case in point, after filling a certain CBRN agent’s suit with Jello, they’d to scattered to avoid a furious Lion. Earlier that morning, Shay had wanted to know if the Frenchman’s protective gear would be a good mold to make a Jello person. Why he was wondering about this during their grueling workout, no one knew, but Mute had pushed them hard that day, his sour mood spilling over into their training regimen and they were all ready for a break. Valenti had been more than happy to devise a plan to help them wind down, stacking boxes and shelving to prop the suit up as they poured bowl after bowl of the substance in. Eventually, they got bored of making trips between the bathroom sink and their rig and decided to take a different course of action. Filling it up with a water hose while Gian and Shay dumped in Jello packets as fast as they could turned out to be much more satisfying. After waiting for it to set up, Ivan had just been ready to cut their creation free when Lion and Doc had walked into the storeroom, arguing. The five froze as the operators took in the sight in front of them.

“Is that…my suit?” Lion was processing what was happening, face screwed up in confusion while Doc was biting his lip to avoid laughing. Fully grasping what was going on, Lion’s face rapidly reddened and Jojo broke them out of their trance.

“SCATTER!” the German shouted, scrabbling off the shelving unit. Valenti shrieked as he smashed into Ivan, who threw him over his shoulder and took off towards the door on the other end of the room. Gian and Shay were panicking as Jojo pushed passed them, moving towards the second exit at top speeds. Out of options as Lion descended upon them, they danced back and forth around the rig they’d McGyvered. Doc refused to help, instead sipping his coffee as he watched with poorly concealed glee. Lion had nearly caught the two stragglers as they reversed too late, but he slipped on some of the gelatin that had congealed on the floor. At this, Doc could no longer contain himself, laughter flowing freely as his coffee sloshed over the lip of his cup. Gian and Shay made eye contact and beat a quick retreat through the door that the two ops had come in from, breaking in opposite directions once they got out into the hall, Lion’s outraged shouts reverberating after them.

Sprinting as fast as he could, Shay eventually slowed down when he got closer to the SAS living quarters, anxious not to alert any of the SAS ops that they were in trouble. Looking at his stained red hands, he stuffed them into his pockets and attempted to act as nonchalant as possible. Down the hall was the meeting area assigned in their escape plan, and he just hoped that the others had avoided Lion’s wrath.

Before he could reach his destination, Shay caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and was soon pressed against the wall, hand covering his mouth. Thinking at first it was Lion, Shay panicked before he realized that the person who had jumped him was in fact Smoke, impish glee written on his face. Shay froze, realizing that this situation was no better, eyes wide as he looked down at the op; the Irishman may have the height advantage, but Smoke could take him in an instant. Doing the most grade school thing he could think of, he licked the op’s hand; it tasted disgusting, but Smoke pulled his arm back with a horrified expression and Shay started shrieking, sure that he was going to die.

“What are ya, six? Who does that? Stop screechin’ ya muppet.” He lightly slapped Shay to get his attention and looked down the hall towards the other doors, relieved when none of them opened. Smoke turned back to Shay with an exasperated look. He drew back a little to start speaking again, when he was assaulted from behind, Jojo hanging onto his back like a spider monkey.

“Save yourself Shay! Go!” Despite his strong urge for self-perseveration, when it came to Shay, Jojo couldn’t help himself. He’d been taking the long way around when he spotted Shay pressed against the wall and screaming; protective instincts kicking in and against his better judgement, Jojo had run to Shay’s aid.

With Jojo tugging on his neck, Smoke stumbled back under the extra weight before jerking forward to correct himself. Shay started to move, but in his haste, he caught his foot on Smoke’s and was sent sprawling to the ground. Smoke, now with a better idea of what was happening, tugged the German off and flipped him over his shoulder and onto the ground.

“What is wrong with you lot? Bunch of bloody loons.” Jojo and Shay groaned from their place on the floor. Faced with two of them now, Smoke was suddenly less sure of himself as the others were bound to be somewhere close. While he was more than capable of taking one or two of them, grouped up, it was like a family of meerkats fighting of a snake; except David Attenborough wasn’t narrating and the rest of the SAS had razzed him for weeks after the last time he’d attempted to screw with the five. He glanced towards the other doors in the hallways before helping them to their feet, the two looking anxiously at each other.

“I hate saying this, but I need your little group to help me out with somethin’. Let’s go somewhere a little more discreet though.” Still shaky, the two nodded numbly, “I’d ask why it looks like you’re fleein’ a murder scene, but I don’t want ta’ know.”

In short order, the group had reconvened in their quarters, Smoke promising not to rat their location out to Lion. The SAS op sat on Gian’s bed while the recruits crammed into Ivan’s bunk, looking suspiciously at the other man. A few moments of silence followed as they all stared. Smoke waited for a bit, but growing tired of having five pairs of eyes bore into him, Smoke finally had enough and broke the silence.

“You’re a weird lot, ya know that?” At this they shrugged. It certainly wasn’t the first time they’d been told and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Valenti, who was sitting in the back of the group much to his dismay, puffed up indignantly.

“What do you want?”

“I need you to keep Mute distracted until five,” receiving only weird looks, Smoke reckoned that he best explain a bit. “It’s our anniversary weekend, and with him having a busted ankle, he won’t bugger off so I can get things done. I need time ta’ put things together without him knowin’, ya know?”

“Oh, that’s neat! You two celebrate your friendiversary? We should do that!” Smoke squinted at Shay, trying to discern if he was being made fun of or if Shay really was that dense.

“Why don’t you just tell him you have errands to run in town?” Smoke looked over at the mop of red hair that had spoken and shook his head.

“That’d work for all of the five minutes it took him ta’ hack my phone’s account and activate the tracking software. If I leave it behind, he’s even more suspicious. He has ta’ be so distracted he doesn’t even think ta’ look into my whereabouts. Pester him, get him flustered, distract him, anything. Well, don’t kill ‘er injure him, but ya get the idea.” The group still looked unsure, so he pulled out his trump card.

“Listen, you muppets. This is stuff you do regardless, I just need ya ta’ redirect a little. If ya don’t agree, I ask someone else ta’ help and you get blamed regardless, so ya may as well have the satisfaction of actually doing it.” Outraged, Jojo flat out refused before Gian pulled them in for a group huddle. Smoke sat kicking his feet as they loudly whispered and argued. He hoped they agreed, because he really didn’t trust Bandit not to kill Mute in a prank if he was given free reign. He wanted him distracted, not scarred for life. After a bit, the group finally turned back to him, apparently reaching a decision.

“Alright, we’ll do it. But we want you to make sure Mute doesn’t kill us in our sleep and you have to not snitch the next time we sneak out of training.” Valenti stuck out his hand after he presented their terms. The reach between Shay and Gian was unavoidably awkward, but they had refused to switch seats with him, arguing that he was the only one short enough to sit comfortably in the back. Smoke nodded, shaking Valenti’s hand before slipping out of the room with one last suspicious look at Shay.

“No killing, preferably no injuries. 5 PM. That can’t be so hard. It’s already noon!” Ivan rolled his eyes at Shay’s optimism, knowing nothing was ever that easy.

The planning stage, as usual, was elaborate. Valenti talked animatedly as he worked through a variety of plans that they could execute to keep the SAS operative distracted for the day. Smoke had given them a lot of leeway and Valenti was doing his best to take advantage of that. The first plan they finally settled on was suggested by Ivan after several increasingly outlandish ideas from the Frenchman.

“We turn off wifi. Have to go back and forth to turn back on.” Ivan said as he paused his workout. Valenti stood for a minute, trying to find some reason why his earlier plan of filling Mute’s shoes with custard would be a better option. Facing four against one as the others poked holes in the custard plan, Valenti chose instead to spin the plan so that it was his own.

“Unplugging it is too risky. I think we turn off the router.”

“That what I-“

“It’s alright Ivan, I’ll take it from here.” The Russian man rolled his eyes and went back to his push-ups while Valenti devised a plan and exit strategies. The operation hinged on Mute being somewhere close to a router, but Ivan assured them that the Brit was always in the workshop at this time, which was a cellular dead zone. That settled, they went got down to business. Ivan would set up in the workshop, sitting across the room from Mute so that he could keep an eye out and let the others know when the Brit was back in room. Jojo would be stationed with Shay in the router room, while Gian and Valenti watched the hallway cameras. Jojo had wanted to have someone to keep lookout down the side halls, but with a roaming Lion, they couldn’t risk being exposed and having their plan foiled. That part settled, Smoke had begrudgingly passed off his keys to the camera room.

Mute was not having a good day. Not only was he benched after spraining his ankle (three ligaments torn along with his syndesmosis meant that he would be out for a good while), but Smoke kept disappearing for lengths of time this last week and Mute did not appreciate it.

The mission Mute rolled his ankle on was one Lion had been in charge of and the two still hadn’t set their pride aside to sort it out. Smoke nearly brought the two groups to blows (again) after Lion offhandedly remarked that he should have left Mute behind for his negligence. After they had left the debrief, Mute was upset that Smoke had stepped in, leading to a loud argument and some hurtful things being said from both sides. Ever since, Smoke had been dodgy, never hanging around for more than an hour or two. Mute tried to apologize several times, but it was waved off. Smoke said it was nothing, despite how much tension Mute felt there was. To top it all off, Mute abhorred hobbling around on crutches, the boot overly cumbersome. It was only the threat of Doc that forced him to use the equipment.

Having Smoke around at least provided a distraction from the constant ache, yet once again he was MIA Mute thought as he jabbed a screwdriver into his device. In his frustration, he missed the screw three times before huffing and looking around the room. It was just him at the SAS work area, Thatcher and Sledge out on missions, and the only other two present were Fuze and the Spetsnaz recruit, Ivan.

Mute frowned at the latter’s presence, knowing he didn’t have any sort of gadget to work on, until he saw the coloring book that was placed in front of him. It was the advanced version that Sledge had gifted him along with some colored pencils after he’d made his way through the ones from Thatcher. Knowing who he was generally surrounded by, he didn’t blame the man for retreating here to be in peace. Turning back to his work, he was still couldn’t get the screw undone, so Mute changed tactics and pulled out his phone to do a quick browse of the internet and maybe check to see where Smoke was at. He frowned when the browser displayed that he was unable to connect to the internet. Refreshing didn’t accomplish anything and neither did delving into his settings.

“Fuze, are you getting Wi-Fi in here?” The Uzbek turned around and gave him an irritated look before shrugging and turning back around. Wonderful. “Ivan, what about you?” The Russian pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a couple times before shaking his head.

“Ugh. Would you mind resetting the router? I don’t feel like limping down there.”

“Don’t know how.”

“You…don’t know how to reset a router? Do they not have internet in Russia?” Ivan shook his head at the former, Fuze fixing him with a stink eye. “Well, I’m going to go reset the router then.” Huffing, Mute hauled himself up, positioned the crutches under his arm and hobbled down the hall. Reaching router room, he flicked on the light and stared at the device. For some reason it was turned off, so Mute rectified the situation before rechecking the connection on his phone. Satisfied, he limped back to the workshop and double checked that the connection still worked. He’d started fiddling with his jammer again when he realized he forgot to actually google what he wanted and turned to his phone.

‘Browser cannot open the page because your phone is not connected to the internet.’ It displayed. Mute blinked a few times at the page. He looked over at Ivan and Fuze and then back at his device. With an irritated sigh, Mute made another trip with the same procedure and the same result five minutes later. Two more trips down the hall and Mute was exhausted.

“Have considered checking connection while in room?” Fuze turned around to ask, irate that the usually quiet Mute was making so much noise with is ups and downs. Glaring, Mute dropped his crutches and sat back in his chair, determined to find the exact moment that the Wi-Fi went down. Seeing no results so far, he switched over to his texts and shot Smoke a message.

‘R u out?’

‘Ya, y?’

‘I need u to buy a new router. This one’s shite.’

Left on read with no reply, Mute double check the Wi-Fi connection and once again it was out. He smacked his head on the desk in front of him and Fuze turned around to glare. While Mute didn’t need the connection to work on his jammer, the fact that he didn’t have it presented a challenge. Glancing at Ivan, he noticed that every so often he would send of a text. Come to think of it, Ivan texted slightly after he got back and slightly before the router went out. Suspicious now, Mute wondered where the other four recruits had gotten off to.

With renewed purpose, Mute made the trip back to the router room and fixed the Wi-fi. However this time, he waited just outside the door, listening closely for movement. A soft vibration could be heard through the door followed by a rustling movement.

“Is he back yet?”

“No it says ‘Stay still, he’s outside the door.’ Oh…”

Mute swung open the door and flicked the light on, catching the Irishman and German coming out of the cabinets, looking for all the world like deer caught in the headlights.

“What do you two think you’re doing?”

“Just checking the router. It keeps going out for some reason. We were trying to see if someone was turning it off.” Jojo shrugged nonchalantly as Shay nodded so hard Mute was sure he’d give himself a concussion.

“Uh huh. So you decided to hide in the cabinet?” Nods. “And you didn’t tell anyone else you were having connection issues?” More nods. “And you knew when I was gone because Ivan kept texting you from the workshop?” They nodded before realizing their mistake and violently shook their heads. Mute advanced towards the two. He didn’t look nearly as menacing with the crutches, but his expression made up for it. Shay clutched Jojo as Mute got closer.

Looking around, Jojo’s gaze settled on the router and he his eyes flicked between it and Mute.

“No, leave that alone.” Jojo made his move before Mute could grab him, ripping the device out of the wall and hurling it at the Brit.

“What the-? What are you doing?” As he covered his head to protect himself from the router assault, he had to let go of one crutch. Fighting like a cornered animal, Jojo knocked Mute’s other crutch out from underneath him, which unbalanced him and sent him toppling to the floor. Grabbing Shay’s sleeve, Jojo gave the downed operator a wide berth as they beat a quick retreat.

Mute laid on the floor for a moment, staring at the ceiling and wondering what his life had come to. He stayed like that for a minute before a shadow filled the doorway.

“Wi-Fi is out. You fixing?” Fuze asked, brandishing his phone and pointing to the screen. Mute let out an exasperated sigh and put his head back on the floor.

“Alright, that was close. Now we need another plan because you two couldn’t sit still for five minutes.” Valenti glared down at Jojo and Shay, the former who had just finished his rant about how they’d nearly died on behalf of Smoke of all people. “Honestly though, I should have known better. Ivan’s ideas don’t ever seem to work out properly.”

“Oh, now it my plan?” Ivan asked before Valenti waved him off.

“We need to brainstorm. We have another two hours to keep Mute distracted so we don’t have two angry SAS operatives after us.”

“We steal his keys and phone. He can’t get back into his room that way and has to retrace his steps,” Shay piped up, “Happens to me all the time.”

They looked at each other and nodded. This would work. One problem:

“How do we get it? He won’t trust any of us to get close enough now.” Gian looked expectantly at Valenti.

“We distract him so that he doesn’t notice Ivan swipe it.” Back to the drawing board, Valenti was quick to brainstorm and distributed tasks.

Mute’s ankle was killing him. All the walking back and forth to the router and the fall to the floor had done a number on his leg and his pride. The stairs up from the workshop were a time-consuming task, and Mute wanted nothing more than to lay down on his bed and call Smoke to complain. He was already crafting ways to get even when he turned the corner of the hallway and was confronted with a red blob in the middle of the corridor.

Confused and suspicious, he slowly approached. The thing, whatever it was, was vaguely in the shape of a person and appeared to be leaking some sort of red liquid as it sat. Mute hesitantly poked it with his crutch, watching the ripples course through the structure.

“Is that…Jello?” He leaned in to get a better look and was met with the faint smell of cherries. Confused he looked around, certain that this was some sort of trap. The hall appeared empty, but the closed doors belonging to the GIGN did nothing to alleviate his concerns. Mute started to pick his way around the Jello humanoid, watching his surroundings carefully. Something that sounded like an airhorn went off behind him. As he startled and turned around, a triumphant Valenti popped around the corner before he heard two rappelling lines sound from behind him. Spinning back around to look, he lost his balance, nearly toppling into the Jello. Mute had about caught himself when he was bumped from behind. Landing face first into the cherry Jello, Mute spluttered and looked up to see Gian and Jojo unhooking from their lines as Valenti and Ivan sprinted passed him. Mute narrowly missed grabbing their ankles, hand slick from the Jello water. Scrabbling to escape, the four headed for Shay who had popped his head around the corner and motioned them all on.

As if lying in a blob of Jello couldn’t be worse, he heard the door next to him open up.

“Are you alright?” Still laying on the floor he turned his head and looked up to see a very confused Blitz and Rook poking their heads out.

“Just dandy. Figured I’d take a nap here.” Mute fought the urge to smash face back into the Jello, briefly wondering if he should just play dead; it’s not like Smoke was would care if he just disappeared and started a whole other life where his coworkers hadn’t discovered him face down in Jello. The two operators put an end to that line of thought as they carefully hauled him up and set him on his feet. Despite his attempts to leave, Rook drug him into the room to at least get some of the goop out of his hair before it dried. Thanking the two for their help, he set off back down the hall and finally made it to his room. He reached into his pocket to grab his keys, only to find nothing there. Thinking he may have put them in the other pocket, he felt around before realizing both is keys and phone had gone missing, likely lifted during all the commotion. Mute thumped his forehead on the wall, leaving behind a bright red stain.

“Now that we have these, we need to make sure to stay out of the everyone’s way.” Valenti was in an insufferably good mood now that his most recent plan had worked out.

“Well, if we go back to safe spot, we risk him tracking the phone and finding out.” Jojo was holding Mute’s phone reverently, nervous still of the last time that he’d bricked Thermite’s phone. Gian noted it’d be better if they go to a place no one expected them to ever be.

“We head to the training grounds and hide in the obstacle course. Who’s going to look for us there?” Deciding this was the best plan, they started to navigate their way out of the building. As they were walking through the living room, Shay heard footsteps approaching from one of the hallways and motioned anxiously towards the door.

“Someone’s coming. Hide!” Jojo hissed as they all dashed to different corners of the room. The five barely managed to get to cover just in time. The door opened and Lion and Doc walked through.

“I’m giving you another hour before I go back to paper work. I do have things to get done today, Flament.” Doc still had his coffee cup from earlier as he reluctantly trailed behind Lion.

“You’re giving me the whole day, Kateb. You were the one that let them sprint past because you couldn’t keep it together for five minutes. For all I know, you gave them the idea,” Gian held his breath as the two walked past the table he was poorly concealed under. Luckily for him, their squabbling distracted the two enough not notice, and their raised voices gave the recruits a good idea of when they made their way out of the area.

“That was close call guys. We need to proceed with caution. I think we should cut through the infirmary and bail out the windows. That would save us some time.” Valenti looked around for objections.

“Window too small. We get stuck.”

“We’ll make it work, you’re not that big Ivan. Let’s get going.” Gian said as he took off towards the infirmary, the others following close behind. Ivan made an attempt to take an alternate route, but Valenti latched onto his hand and pulled him with the group. The big Russian’s face turned pink and he allowed himself to be tugged along.

“See, told you window small.” They stood in the infirmary, looking at the tiny window. Valenti glared and turned to say something when the doors were pushed open violently, and a very stained and irate Mute speed crutched in.

“Phone. Keys. Now.” They glanced at each other and the window, then back at Mute. Everyone turned to look at Ivan, who shook his head. Jojo glared and gestured wildly towards Mute, who stood there watching the entire exchange, irritation fading into deep confusion. Finally, Ivan rolled his eyes and started walking forward towards Mute, with the others following close behind him. Not liking the expression on their faces, Mute realized he should have grabbed back up.

“Oh no. No you don’t.” Mute attempted to step away, but ran into a bed behind him. Not listening, Ivan grabbed the injured op and hefted him over his shoulders in a practiced motion. Shocked, Mute allowed the crutches to clattered to the ground for the third time that day. Shay leaned down and plucked them off the floor and before he set them on the bed. Walking to another bed, Ivan deposited Mute on the mattress.

“No move. Stay.” Mute briefly considered just lunging and doing as much damage as possible, but knew he wouldn’t get far. He was very much done with all of these recruits and at this point just wanted to nurse his broken pride. An alarm sounded in the five recruits’ pockets. Smiling proudly, Gian produced Mute’s keys while Jojo took his phone out and set them both next to the crutches. Perplexed, Mute watched them silently communicate through looks and gestures.

“Alright, whatever you’re up to, at least tell my why you’ve had it out for me all day. Feelin’ petty after I made you run those extra laps?” He fixed Shay with a glare, well aware that he was the weakest link.

“We’re helping Smoke keep you distracted so he can plan your guys’ friendiversary!” Shay shared jubilantly. The others hushed him, but the damage was done.

“He’s planning our what-?” The doors opened again, cutting him off.

“No Flament, I am done helping you chase them down. I have work to do and I- Oh.” Doc stopped but Lion continued on and bumped into him, earning an irritated glare. Finally looking up, Lion’s expression morphed into a predatory one as he stalked forward. Mute hopped up and grabbed his crutches and belongings. Now trapped on two sides, the group of five backed up. Doc stood by to door, uninterested in joining in.

Lion looked smug as he glanced around and saw that they were trapped. Before pouncing on the recruits, he turned to Mute, raising an eyebrow at him and his crutches.

“I’d ask you where Smoke is, but I imagine he’s currently attempting to screw whatever living thing he can lure into his clutches.” The five recruits shared a horrified look with Doc before they all turned back to Mute. The young SAS operative looked absolutely livid. That was the last straw on the camel’s back of Mute’s already atrocious day.

“You smarmy French son of…” One of his crutches was launched at Lion who barely dodged, not having enough time to recover before Mute crashed into him with an outraged battle cry. “You think you have the right?” and “Your boyfriend is a man whore” could be heard over the garbled grunts and shouts. Doc stood there blinking for a moment before he sighed and looked over at the five, motioning towards the door. They stood still, entranced by the two ops rolling around on the floor. Ivan was the first to move, tugging Valenti in the direction of the exit. Valenti latched onto Jojo and soon enough Ivan was pulling the rest of the recruits along like they were Monkeys in a Barrel. Shay, who was last out, watch as Doc finally moved to break the two up after Lion took a dirty shot into Mute’s sprained ankle, causing the Brit to yelp and swear.

Altogether it had been a job (somewhat) well done. Mute was gracious enough after Ivan replaced the router to not tell Smoke that they’d let their true purpose slip. Any irritation Smoke had over them tripping Mute so many times was quickly squashed once he heard about the fight between him and Lion. Doc, who was still feeling vindictive over having his time wasted, ratted Lion out to Montagne, who gave him a long lecture (‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’) and forced him to let the recruits be.

While they could now add their names to Lion’s blacklist, Smoke was a man of his word. When they snuck away from training, he waved cheerfully and let them go (Thatcher was not pleased when he found out). Rather than risk their luck with another prank, Gian talked them into ordering pizza and camping out in their hiding spot, laughing together at their close calls and discussing their next target.

#recruitverse #r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s mute #r6s lion #These wonderful beans deserve the best #Hopefully I did them all justice :)

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gelaaysstuff-blog · 6 years

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SUICIDAL NOTE

In the morning,

I’ll be dead.

All the thoughts

Gone from my head.

No more crying.

No more tears.

No more hateful,

Useless years.

I am tired of everything that has happened to me. I wished that I wasn’t born when all I feel is pain and heartaches, physically and emotionally. I’m sick from all of this, being anyone’s toy, a thing to be played with. I can no longer contain this feeling from inside me and all I want to do is to put an end to it. And this is my suicidal note.

One morning, I was awakened with an e-mail sent by a random girl whom I don’t know of. It was two in the morning when I opened the message, I was taken a back because of what it contains but it was just a moment when I realized that maybe it was just a prank message. So I’ve decided to go back to sleep. It’s been a week but it seems that my inner-self can’t get over it. It’s as if my conscience is talking to me; what if it’s true? What if that girl is already dead? I didn’t take her message seriously, and then partly it’s my fault. I’ve been bothered by my conscience that was then I opt to make a move. I booked a flight from Germany to Philippines. Now that I’m already here in the Philippines I just then realized that I don’t know what to do next. I swear to God, that me, myself, Iyvel Rad will surely save you Ace Rylle.

3 months Later

“Have you found any traces Ahmed?” I asked him. It’s been 3 months ever since I started this journey of ours. So much had happened in between those months but the only thing that I’m grateful for is when I found a guy who’s currently my oh-so-called best friend. And if I’m not luck enough he had the talent that could definitely helped me; him being the best hacker in the country. I’m now living in a comfortable place in San Francisco, Agusan del Sur.

“Sorry Iyvel. Still no progress.” He replied.

“ How I wish she’s still alive and kicking because I can’t find it in my heart to accept it.” I said. I know it sound gay but I can’t help it when it’s been running in my mind for a month.

“Losing Hope, Iyvel? Thought you’ll do everything?” he spite back with a knowing look drawn in his face.

“I am not Ahmed. Go back to your work and I’ll do the mine. Now move your ass.” I replied slightly annoyed.

“Okay, okay. You are so hot headed.” He said. But I didn’t reply back as it will only make the conversation longer than what we do. Many hours had passed, silence surround the whole area with only sound of tapping keys are heard. Time flies so fast when moon starts to give light in the darkness.

Asking, searching, hacking, we’ve done every possible ways that we can do still no improvements not even close to a clue to the point that we lost track of the time. It’s the seventh month of searching still no sign of hints laid in the table. Adding up to the spice, this month will be the difficult one as I do all the work since Ahmed can’t lend a hand because he had something to take good care of – his childhood friend Aestherille whose nine month pregnant. So he needs to be there until she delivers.

I was doing my research when I received a text from Ahmed saying: “San Franz Doc. Room 35. Important. ASAP.” I stopped got my keys and went out to where my car is and rushed to the hospital. As I arrived I went out of my car, enter the said hospital, and got my way to room 35. There I saw Ahmed sitting in a bench with his head bent down and his hands were clasped together, praying silently. I went near him and asked what happened which made my world upside down.

AHMED’S POINT OF VIEW

As I was placing all the groceries to the right container, Aestherille whined at me. Trying to convince me to cook for her lunch when it’s only an hour passed after she finished the whole pack of eggnog. I gave her another set of eggnog for her to satisfy her appetite temporarily. I asked her to let me borrow her laptop since I forgot mine in my house. She said yes. So I went upstairs to her room and found her laptop in her study table I opened it and the first one to appear is the messenger that was widely opened in the screen with an open message exactly as what Iyvel had from a total stranger. I was still in shock but not any longer when a loud bang of the door swung open revealing Aestherille in horror plastered in her face. She forgot to shut down her laptop leaving it in a sleep mode. Aestherille seems like she was glued to where she was standing can’t even do anything. When here I was, rage starts to build up in my heart disappointments, betrayed different emotions filled my whole being and I shouted at her.

“ALL THIS TIME, IT’S YOU WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR. YOU’RE THE ACE RYLLE THAT CAN’T BE FOUND IN EVERY WAYS WE TRIED WHEN IT WAS JUST A FAKE NAME. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, TO US?!YOU KNEW THAT WE’VE BEEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU FOR 9 MONTHS! 9 MONTHS THAT WE WASTED WHEN YOU ARE JUST HERE, SO NEAR YET SO FAR.!!” I shouted letting out my frustrations and feelings. We both cried in heavy breathing, she tried to explain but my mind is not in the state to accept neither excuses nor explanations. I was about to get my phone to let Iyvel know about this when Aestherille shouted with pain as the baby in her womb wanted out. I don’t know what to do, my mind seems not to process all things that had taken place not until when a water-like spread in the floor where she was standing, I carried her to my car and rushed to the hospital. Waiting for hours, the doctor finally appeared, first it was good news knowing that the baby is healthy but not when the doctor said that the mother did not made it. Everything happened so fast it was then I texted Iyvel to let him know about this.

IYVEL’S POINT OF VIEW

My world has fallen apart. My heart can’t hold any of what’s happening now. I can’t seem to accept it. I cried my heart out I’m blaming myself for not able to save her. One thing I realized is that I’M TOO LATE. With a heavy heart I walked to the room where her body is. My core starts to beat fast that for the first time I can finally see the face behind this façade. Pulling off the cover, a pale skinned yet beautifully made with a pair of thick brows and long curvy eyelashes, with her long pointed nose and perfect formed lips, I covered my mouth with my both hands and seated at the floor when my feet lose their strength. She’s the girl.

FLASHBACK:

Nine months ago, before me and my family migrated to Germany I still lived here in the Philippines same place where I lived now. I was a fat ugly boy the complete opposite of who I am today. I was a victim of bullies in our school. I was a toy and a servant and the pocket money of every one. Until one night I was forced by Chad one of the bully to be at a bar together with them because they seem to have a surprise for me. Even if it was against my will, I came because of fear to be beaten up to death. In the bar, the group of bullies boys and girls played me together with the girl with the same life as me. But unlike me, she was beautiful and had the body of a goddess but with the same faith she was bullied because of her too much beauty she possessed. Things are just bearable at first being used to it. But not until Chad with his girlfriend Fiona and the other bullies forced me and the girl to strip before them. It was way beyond one’s mind, I was fighting with them because I don’t want to but the girl beside me started to stripped as if it was just nothing. I look at her face my blood runs cold there were no emotions at all. Then I was stripped by others after which, both of us were already naked. Flashes of cameras and all is their way of making fun of us. I was already crying I thought that was it but no, the fun is just getting started for them. We entered a private room and were taken a sex video of us and the rest was history. After what happened I forced my parents to migrate in places far from Philippines. And we chose Germany. After two months of living in Germany I change myself to my current self and it’s when I received a message from Ace Rylle.

END OF FLASHBACK

I don’t want to assume that the baby she delivered minutes ago was mine. But my heart strongly believed that I am.

One month after you passed away, I am still in the state of moving on because I can’t still accept the fact that you were gone. But I will live enough and happily just what you wanted it to be together with our daughter Baby Ace.

1 week after she died.

Ahmed visited me in my house and gave me a CD that contains Aestherille’s last message for me. I turn on my DVD player and put the CD inside of it.

Playing:

Hi Iyvel! First I want to say sorry for hiding from you after all the things that you’ve done to me. It was good to know that there is still someone that cared for me except from Ahmed. You know, at first glimpse of your picture after knowing that you are looking for me to save me from all pains I instantly recognized you being the boy with fat bellies and a cute round face. Our first encounter is not of that a memorable one; after what happened months ago after you disappear I still continued to be there toy, dumb isn’t it? Haha. But you know what, when I learned that I was already 2 months pregnant all I think about is to kill myself together with my baby. I love our baby even if she was made out of fun. Because I don’t want her to feel abandoned. That’s when I made a message a suicidal note where everything started in the new chapter, before I leave the world with my baby and sent to random people. But how twisted our faith are, it seemed like destiny also wanted to play with us. The next day, I already planned to hang myself but for the last time I checked my messenger especially from you and it made me happy that you’ve seen it. It gave me hope, but still my desire to end my sanity I stand firm and I was about to hang myself when Ahmed entered my room. Know what, Ahmed was my longtime friend. But his family needs to migrate so Ahmed can pursue his dream. That’s when I lost contact with him. When he entered my room he was still wearing his long thick coat. He just arrived from his country and immediately rushed in here after knowing about me then he tried to convince me not to end my life and he succeeded. Now I made it today. Please send my gratitude to him Iyvel. But I know for myself that when time will come for my delivering I know I won’t make it because I have a heart was once operated when I was young. Sorry for everything. This time I wish that you’ll love our baby – your baby just like how I loved her. Live fully. Bye Iyvel.

END

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Egochristmas #14: Gingerbread

Okay, so I kind of lost track of the plotline a little bit, so sorry if it’s a little wonky. I sadly didn’t have time to fix any of that so here you go.

You can also read it here

Enjoy!

Chase hummed happily as he slapped the pile of dough onto the counter. It had been almost a year since he had made gingerbread and he had missed the sweet scent of it. He grabbed the rolling pin and started flattening the pile, making quick work of it despite its thickness. He was about to grab the cookie cutters when the unmistakable squeak of the kitchen door opening made him freeze.

He huffed, “Jackie, I’ve already told you. You can’t have any until the cookies are done. Now get out.” He turned to glare at the door and froze, his breath catching nervously in his chest, “Oh. Hi, Anti.”

The glitch was looking around the room curiously, hands shoved in his pockets. His mismatched eyes wandered to Chase and the man felt a shiver run through him. No matter how often he saw the black around the shining green iris, Chase could never get used to it.

“Sorry,” Anti mumbled, “I didn’t realize you were in here.”

He started to back out of the room, hands still stuffed in his pockets. He glitched softly and for a moment, Chase thought he saw tears streaking the demon’s face.

“Wait, Anti,” he called before his brain could stop him, “Since you’re here, could you help me for a minute?”

The glitch stopped and stared at him, his eyebrows drawing together in a halfhearted glower, “Sure,” he grumbled.

Chase smiled and pointed at a bowl behind him, “Could you whip up some more frosting? I think I made a few too many cookies for what I’ve got,” he gestured helplessly at the ginormous gingerbread pancake in front of him.

Anti eyed it for a minute before his eyes wandered to the table, where two plates of warm cookies already sat. He raised an eyebrow at Chase, “You think?”

“Hey, I wanted to make sure Jackie didn’t eat all of them! Besides, I’ve never seen you complain about having too many cookies.”

Anti shrugged, moving over to the bowl and swiping a small piece of gingerbread on his way there, “You’ve got me there. Is there a recipe I’m working with or am I just throwing shit together and praying?”

Chase chuckled, “In that first cabinet. It’s on top of the recipe books.”

Anti followed his directions, swiping the paper from its spot and looking over it carefully. He sighed and started gathering all of the ingredients, tossing them into the bowl haphazardly. Neither of them talked and Chase was okay with that. He had grown accustomed to the glitch’s presence, but he was still jumpy around the demon. His voice was unsettling and the eye thing was extremely unnerving.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

Chase yelped, dropping his cookie cutter and slapping a hand to his chest, “Oh sweet umbrella on a keg stand, you scared the shit out of me!”

Anti snickered, a brief smile washing over his face before it disappeared again, “Sorry. But what am I doing with this?”

Chase swallowed thickly and gestured vaguely at the counter, “You can just put it over there. I’m not going to need it for a bit.”

The demon nodded and set the bowl on the counter, shoving his hands back into his pockets, a violent glitch tearing through him, “Okay. Is that all you needed?”

Chase eyed him warily, “Are you okay?”

Anti looked surprised before the expression glitched off his face, “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Chase shook his head, “You just seem tense, I guess. Tenser than usual.”

“Well, I’m not,” there was a defensive tone to Anti’s voice now, “Are we done here?”

“Why aren’t you glitching everywhere? You’re usually all over the place.”

Another glitch shivered through the demon. He glared at Chase, his one green eye beginning to glow a little bit brighter, “I’m fine, Chase. Stop asking stupid questions,” he turned to the door, snarl set in place, “Don’t burn the cookies.”

That was it. Chase grabbed the rolling pin and smacked Anti upside the head with it. The demon hissed and whirled back around to face him. Before he could get any words out, Chase smacked him again, this time on the shoulder, “Don’t you dare tell me how to run my kitchen. Now get your ass over to that table and sit down. You are going to tell me what is wrong, or so help me, I will feed all of your cookies to Jackie.”

Anti stared at him in shock, idly rubbing his shoulder, “When did you become so bossy?”

“When I had kids. Table, now.”

Anti rolled his eyes but did as he was told, trudging over and plopping into one of the chairs, eyeing the rolling pin warily.

Chase followed, sitting next to him, “Seriously, Anti, what’s wrong?”

“Like you actually care,” the demon spat, “You’re just trying to baby me because you can’t baby your kids.”

Chase flinched at the cold-hearted reminder and inhaled deeply. He set the rolling pin on the table with a heavy thump, “Look, if you want to keep pushing all of us away, then fine. But I’m trying to help you. If you don’t want help, you can leave.”

Silence fell between them. Anti glared at the cookies, tapping angrily at the table, his fingers glitching in and out of the wood. Static was filling the room, the hum turning almost deafening. Chase started to panic slightly. He had never dealt with the full brunt of Anti’s anger and he didn’t really want to experience that.

Eventually, the demon sighed and sat back, the static cutting off abruptly, “Sometimes everything just gets to me,” he mumbled, looking extremely unhappy about his decision, “Nobody in this house actually trusts me, I know that. I don’t blame any of you, it’s perfectly understandable after everything I did, but it’s still disheartening. I think Sean is the one that trusts me the most, which is great and all, but I don’t live with him. I live with all of you dorks and it’s hard to know that at any given moment, you could all decide you don’t want me here anymore and kick me out.”

As he talked, his form stopped glitching, his voice evening out until he almost seemed normal. If it wasn’t for his eyes, he could pass as just another ego.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about,” the demon pointed at Chase’s face, “Right now, you’re thinking about how abnormal I am, how you wish I was just like the rest of you. I’ve tried to change, but there are just some things that I can’t help. Like the glitching. I know it upsets all of you, don’t think I don’t notice the flinches every time it happens.”

Chase opened his mouth to argue, but Anti glared at him, glitching violently. Chase felt himself grimace at the sight. Anti nodded pointedly.

“Don’t try to argue with me. I’ve thought long and hard about all of this. I know what I’m imagining and what’s real. And the hatred you all feel for me is very real. Sometimes I wonder if I would be better off going and living in the void with Dark. He hates me more than all of you, but at least that hatred is expected. Here it’s just painful.”

Another silence fell between them. Chase didn’t know what to say. He looked down at the rolling pin, biting his lip. After a few minutes passed, he looked up, meeting Anti’s unsettling gaze, "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I had no idea that's how you felt. I can't say that you're wrong because in some cases you're completely right."

Anti closed his eyes, a pained expression covering his features.

“There are times when it’s really hard to like you. Like when you play your little pranks and dye all of our heads pink for a week. Or when you trick us into doing something embarrassing. But, Anti, we don’t hate you all the time. Maybe your glitching is a little unnerving to see and maybe your eyes are a little intense, but we’re getting used to all that. We have noticed that you’ve been trying harder to be nicer to all of us, especially the Doc. I guess we just never thought to tell you.”

Anti grimaced, clearly not believing him.

Chase looked around, trying to think of something that would get his point across. His eyes landed on the gingerbread and he smiled, grabbing one of the cookies and holding it up to Anti, “You’d never guess it, but these little cookies are a pain in the ass to make. They take a while and if you mess up even a little, they won’t taste right. And that’s before you decorate them. They really kind of suck to make, but they’re worth it because they’re delicious.

“You’re like gingerbread. Sometimes you’re hard to deal with. You push everybody away and you play fun at anyone who’s still close to you. If anybody remains after the pranks, you get angry and push them away too. That’s your recipe. This,” he gestured at Anti’s sullen form, “is your frosting. However, every time you push us away, we always come back. You know why? Because you’re a good guy, Anti. You feel bad about pushing us away and while you’re too prideful to just apologize, we can see how sorry you are. You’re a nice person, Anti, and we really do appreciate you. Maybe we need to start showing that more.”

A small smile had crawled onto Anti’s face and he laughed, “You know, Chase, out of all of us, I’m really happy you’re the one with kids. You really know how to give an inspiring speech.”

Chase grinned and put the cookie back, grabbing his rolling pin, "Why thank you. Now, how about we finish up these cookies?"

Anti grinned and hopped over to the counter, digging through the cookie cutter drawer. Chase watched him exasperatedly, gesturing at the pile of cookie cutters already on the counter. Anti popped up with a knife-shaped cutter in his hand, "This is what I'm talking about."

Chase rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. He just watched as Anti started to slice away at the gingerbread, a broad smile still plastered on his face. It had been a long time since he had seen Anti this happy.

He shook himself from his reverie and picked up his own cookie cutter. For the rest of the day, they baked together, Chase’s happy humming joined by Anti’s happy static.

#egochristmas #chase brody #antisepticeye #gingerbread cookies

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the-redhead-who-writes · 7 years

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Sweet Spells

"Marvin unwittingly unleashes his rabbit in the Septiceye House, and with it, a spell that leaves the residents reeling." A fluffy, sappy Love Potion AU fic that I wrote with zero sleep under my belt.

Alright dorks, this one is a doozy.

Written as a thank-you for @freckled-words who spoiled us recently with a fic called Lovely Mess, this story features magic, mayhem, and a couple of Jacksepticeye’s egos. I’m still getting my feet wet when it comes to writing for this fandom, so feedback is welcome! Regardless, I hope you all enjoy!

Links: AO3

Marvin had noticed Bunny acting strangely disobedient the past few days; refusing to cooperate during tricks, chewing the bars of her cage at night, hiding from him around the house. He was getting fed up, so naturally, he decided a little attitude adjustment was in order.

After finding her sulking behind the couch, Marvin took her back to his room and set her back in her cage. She watched him grumpily as he began flipping through his spellbook, skimming the pages before coming to a lengthy passage about correcting behaviour. Wincing at the numerous chapters, he chose the first spell he saw at random. What could go wrong?

Taking out his magic wand, he cleared his throat and pointed at Bunny, reading the unfamiliar incantation in a measured voice.

Pink smoke filled the room with a bang, smelling of sweet, burnt sugar. Marvin choked on the strange cloud before it dissipated, revealing Bunny’s empty cage… and a door left ajar.

The Magician gulped.

It wasn’t unusual for you to be woken up by the sounds of some new calamity. Shouting, running footsteps, even oddly-coloured green flames licking underneath your bedroom door; you’d seen it all and then some.

But today, you just weren’t in the mood.

Sniffling miserably under the mountains of blankets on your bed, you cursed your cold. With your nose plugged and head pounding, you were already having a decidedly crappy morning when a loud boom sounded in Marvin’s room upstairs.

Figures.

You groaned into your pillow, sluggishly rolling out of bed. Opening the door, you arched a brow at a trail of bright pink mist floating through the hallways. Hesitantly, you lowered a hand to touch it. When nothing seemed to happen, you guessed it was safe enough and headed to grab an Advil before interrogating Marvin.

The mist was in the bathroom too, floating around your feet in small clouds. You had half a mind to wonder about it, but then a fluffy streak shot out at you from behind the shower curtain. You yelped, instinctively grabbing it before recognizing the trembling form as Marvin’s rabbit, its fur sparkling with an unnatural pink sheen.

So Marvin’s practicing some new trick, you thought dryly. Poor thing…

You maneuvered the bunny to cradle it against your chest. After taking something for your headache, you hummed soothingly to the shaking creature as you headed downstairs to the kitchen.

There you found Chase, sprawled across the living room couch, snoring loudly with the television blaring. You grinned at his squished face; no doubt he’d crashed after staying up too late during one his gaming sessions.

You put Bunny down on the loveseat and waded through more pink fog to turn off the TV. Then you heard rustling, and when you turned back around, Chase was sitting up, groggily rubbing his eyes with a major case of bedhead. His hat must’ve fallen off while he was sleeping.

He stifled a yawn, and you chuckled. “Morning sleepyhead.”

Chase blinked, looking at you hazily. “…Hey, (Y/N)…”

You rolled your eyes. “What were you playing this time; Mario Kart or Overwatch?”

“…Mario Kart. I’m stuck on Rainbow Road.”

You laughed at how out of it he sounded, moving to pull open the curtains. “Fair enough. Maybe I can help later? I’m a bit rusty, but two heads are better than one!”

There was no response, and suddenly a weight slammed into your back. You gasped as arms encircled you, a warm body pressed flush against yours.

“Chase…?”

The man behind you sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Do that again…”

“Uh… do what?”

“Laugh. I freakin’ love hearing your laugh, man…”

Confused, you turned around in the Ego’s embrace to stare at him. “You’re more tired than I thought. Maybe you should go lie back down for a bit.”

Chase pouted. “Noooo, I’m fine. I just wanna hear you laugh, that’s all!”

He smiled innocently, then his fingers moved to your sides.

Your eyes widened. “Chase, no, don’t-!”

A giggle burst from your lips as Chase prodded your stomach through your pajama top, tickling you without mercy. You laughed yourself breathless, squirming in his grip until he finally relented.

You panted, annoyed and flustered. “What... the heck… was that for?”

The hyper-Ego just grinned, looking extremely pleased with himself as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “You’re really cute, lookin’ all red like that!”

You gaped, mind reeling. “Ok, seriously, what’s going on? Are you and Marvin pulling another weird prank?”

Suddenly his smiled vanished, and he loosened his hold on you. You took advantage of the opportunity, slipping out of his grasp as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans, frowning.

“Why are ya thinkin’ about Marvin, huh? What about me?”

Your eyes bugged. “Nope, that’s it. Something’s wrong with you.”

Grabbing Chase’s wrist, you headed upstairs, the Ego trailing behind you. He seemed contented again now that you were holding his hand.

“Where are we going?” he asked excitedly, and you shook your head exasperatedly.

“To see Schneeplestein. I think you caught my cold and it’s messing with your brain.”

Chase whined, tugging on your hand childishly. “I said I was fiiiiine. I don’t want you to be hanging around that weirdo Doctor!”

You turned your head at his words with a scoff. “You’re possessive when you’re sick.”

Chase just blinked, staring at you unabashedly as you both climbed the stairs to knock on the Doctor’s bedroom door, passing through more of those pink clouds.

You knew it was still early, so you were a little surprised when Schneep actually answered, flinging the door open in a rush.

He was already dressed in his lab coat and hat for some reason, with his stethoscope hanging around his neck and his surgeon’s mask covering his mouth.

“Vhat, vhat iz it?” the German snapped irritably.

“Sorry Schneep, hope we aren’t bothering you,” you apologized quickly.

The man blinked, almost as if he hadn’t realized you were there. “Ah, it iz you (Y/N)..."

You frowned, taking in his disheveled appearance. “Is... everything ok?”

Schneeplestein shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose above his glasses. “Nein, it is fine. I… I vas just running some tests.”

“‘Tests’? What happened?”

The Doctor irritably yanked off his hat and mask, shoving them in his coat pocket. “I do not know, though I fear something iz not quite right vith me.”

Your features coloured with sympathy and you let go of Chase, ignoring his whines. “It looks like there might be a bug going around. Anything I can do?”

The usually stoic Ego opened his mouth, then closed it, cheeks tinting red. “Zat is… very kind of you. Please, come in.” He stepped back into his room and you dragged Chase inside.

Schneep was already in full swing; a heart monitor beeped steadily, his eye-chart pulled out, and his computer was churning out statistics at a blinding speed. It looked like he’d been running a full-diagnostic on himself.

You bit your lip. “Chase, can you wait over there for just a second?”

Chase nodded, eagerly moving to sit in Schneep’s desk chair. “Totally! But you won’t take too long with him, right?” He cocked his head to the side like a puppy, and you resisted the urge to ‘aww’.

“We’ll work as fast as we can, right Doc?” You grinned over your shoulder to see the German man skimming over a long print out. At your words, his grip on the paper tightened.

“Yes… of course ve vill.”

Satisfied, Chase beamed. You left him to lean over the Doctor’s shoulder and peer at the sheet in his hands. “Is that your heart rate?” you asked, and Schneep jumped at your nearness.

“Uh, yes it iz. However, I have noted it to be irregularly fast.”

You hummed in agreement. “We should figure out when you first started feeling sick, and what other symptoms you’ve developed. Then we can compare them to Chase, and see whether or not you’ve both got the same thing.”

Schneeplestein nodded distractedly, turning away from his computer. “Vell, I vas fine this morning vhen I first voke up, but soon after, I began experiencing shortness of breath.” You nodded, and he continued. “My thoughts vere muddled, and I struggled to focus.”

That definitely sounded like Chase.

“Any coughing, or sneezing? Maybe a headache?” you questioned.

He shook his head, running his hands through his hair agitatedly. “Nein, nothing like zhat.”

“Hmm…” More on impulse than anything else, you lifted a hand to his forehead. “Well, you definitely feel flushed, and you do look a little red.” You peeked over at Chase, thinking for a moment, when suddenly you found yourself being whirled around and backed against the computer desk.

Schneep’s gaze was piercing, the hand you’d had against his forehead now held tight to his chest.

You squeaked as a gloved hand came up to cup your chin, keeping your eyes locked on his. “Schneep, w-what are you-”

“Vhy do you make me feel this vay?” The question was abrupt, whispered in a low, hoarse voice. “My heart drums vhen you are in my thoughts… in my sights. Vhen you valked in with him,” he spat, seemingly disgusted by even mentioning Chase, “Vhy did I have the urge to pull you close to me?”

You swallowed, free hand gripping the edge of the desk. “Schneep, wait, you’re not thinking clearly! You-you’re being affected by whatever Chase has!”

Schneep blinked, and he let go of your wrist to tuck a piece of your hair back. “You are alvays so kind… Assisting me vith my vork… Vorrying about us… Your brilliance is matched only by your beauty, liebling…”

His tone was sincere, almost reverent, and your breath stuttered to a stop as he leaned in closer, closer, closer…

A thunk, and Schneep recoiled slightly, growling, “Can’t you tell vhen you’re not vanted, boy?”

He addressed whom you could only assume to be Chase, and you saw out of the corner of your eye the other Ego was standing behind the two of you wielding a… tissue box?

“Back off man! You’re freaking them out!”

You nearly sagged with relief. Thank you, Chase!

“And they’re with me, so don’t bother trying anything lame.”

Never mind.

Slowly, Schneep pulled away. “You truly zhink you are a more deserving man zhan myself?”

Chase scoffed, already shouting something back, but you weren’t paying attention anymore.

You had no idea what was going on this morning, but the one thing you did know was that you needed to figure it out.

Alone.

With Schneep and Chase distracted by… whatever it was they were yelling about, you quickly snuck past them, quietly pulling the door shut behind you. Then you were rushing down the hallway, back towards the direction of your room.

Just as you turned the corner, you collided with a firm chest. You groaned, headache spiking before looking up, and your stomach sank. Anti was glaring down at you with an unreadable expression.

“Uhh, hi Anti…”

A sneer from the man now towering over you. “Going somewhere?”

“Oh, you know, just back to my room…” You smiled meekly before slipping past him. Or tried to, anyway. His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, effectively pinning you in place.

You sucked in a breath, and Anti leered at you. “What’s your hurry?”

A tremor shuddered through you. Normally you were on decent terms with the demon, but you weren’t an idiot; you were well aware of his power.

“A-Anti? Are you ok?”

The demon growled, his smirk vanishing. “Don’t fuck with me!” His voice rose and fell in pitch as his form began to glitch spastically. His eyes scanned your face, a swirling vortex of blues, greens and inky black. "͉̩̭̜͍ͅWh̦͓̲a̰̻t͇ d̲̱̣̥ḭ̣̗̘d̤̻̝̳̦͍̺ ̦̮̤y̥̗̼͖̭o̦̤͉̺̦̱u̘̞̹͖̫͓ ͎̘͖͇d̲̮̖̘͕o͕̦̩?̭͙"̩̲ he hissed, rage marring his features. "̯̠͚̭͕̗͍T̪͚e̠̖l̳̤͔l̰͚̱̮̦ ̩̞m͓e̮̬̳͉͎!̟̬"

You paled. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Anti laughed, cold and high-pitched. “Don’t play games with me! I’ve watched you scurry around the house with that idiot and ‘ze good Doctor’,” he mocked, grinning widely. “You’ve got them wrapped around your fingers…”

His breath was hot on your neck, lips trailing over your ear. “And now… you’ve done something to me… “ A hum against your skin, and another giggle. “You smell different today… so sweet.”

You froze, having no idea what to do. You couldn’t possibly overpower him, and there was no way you could slip out of his vice-like grip. You clenched your hands, trying to think on the fly, when suddenly a red handkerchief appeared over Anti’s eyes.

“What the fuck?!”

“(Y/N), THIS WAY!”

The demon snarled furiously, reaching up to claw at the makeshift blindfold. It held tight, and you took the opening, dashing down the hall to the only open door - Marvin’s room.

The door swung shut as soon as you made it in, and you leaned against the frame, sinking to your knees as you gasped for breath.

“Are you hurt?” Marvin’s soft, concerned voice made you look up. The Magician was anxiously wringing his hands, peering down at you from behind his usual cat mask.

You nodded briefly. “No… no, I’m ok.”

Marvin sighed, a relieved smile on his face. “Good, I-I’m glad!”

The temporary moment of peace was forgotten as you stood up, rounding on him.

“What did you do Marvin?!” you accused, “Between the explosion from this morning, that weird mist everywhere, and your rabbit's new dye job, I know you had something to do with it!”

You paced back and forth, rambling off the top of your head despite the growing pressure behind your eyes until Marvin finally clapped his hands onto your shoulders with a guilty look.

“Alright, so I guess you could say I played a part, but really, it’s not all my fault!”

He hurried to the corner of his room and unlocked his rabbit cage. He presented Bunny, who was still as pink as she’d been earlier.

“She hasn’t listened to me for over a week now, and I was at my wits end! So, I thought maybe-”

“Maybe a little magic would fix it?” you deadpanned, and Marvin flushed under his mask.

“I’m sorry... I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen to you.” He toyed with the hem of his cape, and your scowl faltered.

Ugh, it was nearly impossible to stay mad at him!

With a defeated sigh, you took Bunny from Marvin’s arms, scratching her behind the ears. “Ok, Bunny training aside, we really need to undo the effects of your spell and fast. Any ideas?”

Marvin instantly perked up. “Actually, yeah!” He led you to his desk, where a dusty book sat opened to a marked page. “This is the spell I cast originally, and obviously, it didn’t quite work.”

“Obviously.”

“Heh, yeah… Well, turns out it’s actually a spell used for intensifying emotion! I’m not too sure how it works, but it mentions something along the lines of ‘clouding one’s mind using the senses.’” Marvin’s brow furrowed. “The air did smell really sweet after I performed the incantation…”

You shrugged as best you could with Bunny in your arms. “I’ll have to take your word for it; my nose is so stuffed up I can’t smell a thing.”

Marvin gaped. “So that’s why you weren’t affected!! With your cold dampening your sinuses, you were immune!”

“Good for me. Now, the cure?”

“Oh, well, there isn’t a clearly marked reversal incantation, but since that’s the case, I’m thinking all I’ve gotta do is read the spell backwards!”

You bit your cheek, hesitant. “You really think that’s gonna work?”

He shrugged. “It’s kinda all we’ve got to go on here.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and an overlap of voices.

“Babe? You in there?”

“Marvin, open up! We know (Y/N) is vith you!”

“͓̯̰̮͈̤͕̽ͬͯͥ̽̓C̮̝͓͗ò̭͕̩͈͉̪̓̽ͪ̈́m̖͊͗͆̽ė͇͖̓ͦͤ ̺͈͍ͮͦȯ̘̻̿̆̈n̠̳̋͋̾͌ͪ̄͒ ͕̙o̲̮ͫ̇ͯṵ̄̀̿͗̍t̝̃̎͗̈́̀͋!͍͉͓͚̤̱̳̈ͬͥ̿̇ͬ̚ ̠͐ͤͥNͧ̎̌ͯ̓̎ͫo͐ͥw̫͚̩͙̹͇ͥ́h̔ͦ̃̃͑̆é̗ͩͩ͌̚r̮̘̯̹̉e̪͈͍̞͈̹̜̎ͦ͂̏̄ ͔̙̫̏͌͋ͨ̃ͫ̈́t̠̥̂ͬͬ̈́ͭo̙̹̩ͨ̃͋ͪ͋̑͛ ̤̅ͮ̌̓̒̌h͓͈͛̑i̻d͓̳̗̎̂͒̌e̳͉̟̹ͦͮ n̪͕͇͍̮̅ͨo̓ͯͧw̞̦̥̗̾ͯ͐͂ͭ̇!̜̝͕͍͑̄͗̂”̮̬͌

Your eyes widened and Marvin quickly waved his hands, sending his card table flying across the room to barricade the door.

“Looks like we’re short on time!” Marvin laughed nervously, and you dropped Bunny on the bed, grabbing the book and shoving it in his face.

“READ!”

“UH, YEAH, RIGHT.”

He took the book from your hands and started reading, working slowly so as to avoid any mistakes this time around. The banging on the door grew louder, and you gripped Marvin’s arm.

“Hurry Marvin, hurry!!” The Magician nodded frantically, before pausing and lifting his gaze to stare at you.

“What?!” you hissed, and a dreamy smile stretched across his face.

“Your eyes are so beautiful…”

Great. Just perfect.

The book was slipping from his grip, and you realized grimly that you were going to have to take matters into your own hands.

Easily yanking the book away from Marvin - who was now openly gawking at you with a sappy, love-struck expression on his face - you read through the foreign text as fast as you could, the pounding outside growing thunderous.

Then, as the last syllable passed your lips, a wave of light rippled outwards from the tome in your hands. The banging suddenly stopped; the house was quiet. The sound of your laboured breathing echoed in the silence.

You turned and saw Marvin out cold on the floor, sleeping soundly. You checked his pulse for good measure, finding it to be strong.

With an exhausted sigh, you collapsed beside him, the book falling to the floor with a thud. You heard snoring coming from outside the door, and the mental image of Anti, Schneep, and Chase falling into one big dogpile had you snickering.

Bunny hopped down from the bed to nuzzle into your side, soaking in your warmth. You smiled, stroking her back.

“You caused a lot of trouble today, you know.”

The rabbit twitched its nose, and you giggled. “Alright, I’ll talk to Marvin about changing your treats back once he gets up.”

Bunny seemed satisfied with that and nodded off to sleep. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to wrap your head around everything that had just happened, when the sound of fluttering paper had you turning your head.

The pages of the tome flipped wildly in a nonexistent wind before falling still around the middle of the book. Curious, you scooted over, careful not to disturb Bunny or Marvin, and read the top passage:

“Love has the ability to cloud one’s mind, dulling the senses. By casting this enlightenment magic, harboured feelings shall be brought to light. Love becomes obsession; indifference becomes hatred. Feelings are not to be meddled with carelessly; as one who practices magic, you should take care to remember this.”

You blinked at the hand-scrawled words on the yellowing paper before falling back, lying spread-eagled on the floor.

The Egos… loved you?

Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of this realization striking you fast.

What were you supposed to do now? Did you ask them? Did you wait to see what they remembered? And more importantly… what did you feel for them?

Marvin’s slight whistling snore distracted you. He looked so at ease beneath his mask, and suddenly, you weren’t worried. Your heart would decide where it belonged.

It might take some time, but you would figure it out. You didn’t need a book to tell you that.

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Forgotten

Request: Losing your memory after a hunt goes wrong, forgetting your boyfriend Dean, who has to take care of you and try to get you to remember him. With the sentences: "I’m saying this is their chance - maybe their only chance - to get out of this life. Who are we to take that away?"

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: Angsty/mention of injury/memory loss

Words: 1,550

Dean sat next to your bedside, admiring your peaceful face. You were going to wake up soon, at least he hoped you would. It’s been a few days after you go hurt. He couldn’t stop going back to what happened. He never should have made you go on the hunt. You could have died, and he would never be able to forgive himself for that.

Flashback

You, Sam and Dean were approaching the vampire den. Quietly you entered, your knives drawn. Once you entered the den you found nothing, not one single vampire. Looking at each other confused you all seemed to realize what was happening at the same time. Trap.

Suddenly there was a loud shout, and Vampires were surrounding you. You were surrounded immediately, fighting for your life. After killing one vamp another jumped on your back, quickly throwing them off your shoulder you kicked and sliced your way through some more vampires. But then it happened.

A really big vamp tackled you, you landed on a part of the floor that wasn’t sturdy enough, before you could move, the floor fell out from underneath you, you felt yourself fall and then nothing.

Dean shuddered at the image. You just disappeared fell right through the floor. After they fought and killed the rest of the Vampires, he and Sam ran to the hole, and they saw you lying on the bottom, not moving. They both thought you were dead. They managed to find a hidden staircase that led to that underground floor, when they got to you, you were barely alive. Luckily they got you to the hospital, and now you were here. Lying in front of him, still unconscious.

Now he was thinking about what the Doctor said “They experienced severe head trauma, I am unsure of when or if they will wake up. And there is no way of knowing what will happened if..when they wake up”

Now

He was starring at his hands when he heard you move. Looking up expecting to see your eyes till closed, his heart stopped when he saw you looking at him.

“y/n” he said leaning forward

You stared at the attractive man, trying to remember what happened. Reading his expression you knew he knew you, but..you didn’t know him. And that name, y/n, was that your name? You should know that. Why didn’t you know that?”

Seeing your unblinking gaze he spoke quietly “y/n, whats wrong?”

Opening your mouth to speak, you were afraid for a moment that you wouldn’t even know how to do that “I don’t...remember you” you said quietly

Dean stared at you for a moment before scoffing “Come on y/n, that’s not funny”

“I’m sorry, I wish it was a joke” you said, your mind reeling. Why couldn’t you remember this guy.

Just then the door opened, another man, a taller man came in, when he saw you he smiled, relieved.

“y/n! Oh thank God, how are you feeling” he asked approaching you.

“Sam” Dean said still staring at you, recognizing the look on your face. You didn’t recognize Sam. You looked scared. You really didn’t remember.

Sam, looking over at Dean saw his serious expression grew frightened “What’s wrong?”

Before Dean could say anything, you spoke “I don’t remember anything”

Sam thought for a moment you were referring to the hunt, but seeing Deans expression he looked over at you “Like, anything as in what happened or...”

“I don’t remember you” you said staring at him.

Sam looked over at Dean, wanting to see some micro-expression that showed you two were playing a prank on him. But seeing the tears start to well in Deans eyes he knew your weren’t joking.

“Y/n, that’s my name?” you asked quietly.

Dean sighed as he looked down at his hands “Sam, why don’t you go get the Doc” nodding Sam left the room looking back at you he sighed “Yes, y/n is your name. Umm, there was an accident, you fell and hit your head really hard.” he said struggling to keep his voice even.

Before you could respond Sam came back with the Doctor. He needed to examine you so he sent Sam and Dean out of the room.

“It seems that the memory loss might be permanent. But y/n could also slowly start to remember, it’s hard to say”

Those words kept running through Dean head. Permanent. Sitting in the hallway the tears built up in Deans eyes finally fell. Wiping them away he felt Sam sit down next to him.

“What do we do Dean?” Sam’s voice was quiet, sad.

“We...let them go” he said, his voice shaking.

Sam turned to Dean “What? Dean what are you saying? We can’t just-”

Dean cut him off “I’m saying this is their chance - maybe their only chance - to get out of this life. Who are we to take that away? Y/n always wanted a normal life anyway, now they might actually have that chance”

Sam stared at him for a moment, going over his words in his mind. Thinking back your past conversations, he remembered how much you said you wanted to give up hunting. To have a normal life.

“But..y/n always wanted a normal life with you Dean. If we leave them behind, they’ll be alone.”

Dean sighed at Sams words, he was right. You and him always wondered what it would be like, to have a normal life together.To be happy together. You wanted to open a little shop, selling books, knick-knacks maybe coffee or tea. You wanted to live in a cute home near a park so you could go running every day. Another tear fell from his eye as he remembered the life you could have had together.

“Maybe that’s for the best” his voice betraying his words. He didn’t want to leave you behind. But if it meant you could have that life, he would do it.

Sam and Dean sat in silence for a while before deciding what to do. Entering the room to see you playing with the hospital food, you looked up at the brothers.

“Hi” you said nervously

Dean cleared his throat before approaching “Hey, how you feeling?”

“Confused. Tired” you said simply.

Nodding his head Dean walked over and sat next to your bed “I think we should talk” nodding your head he sat down to continue “Your name is y/n Williams, we’ve known each other for quite a long time. Me and my brother came into town to visit, and then we went exploring in some old abandoned building, that’s when...that’s when you fell. You just moved here, to this town. You don’t have a job yet but you were thinking of opening up a little shop, buying one of those cute houses over by the park.” he said watching your reactions.

You thought of his words, the life they told you you had didn’t sound familiar, but then again nothing did. Looking at the brothers you realized something “You haven’t told me your names”

Sam and Dean looked at each other “I’m Dean, this is Sam”

“And we’re friends?”

“Yeah, um, our fathers use to work together” Sam said coming over to sit on your other side “But...your mother died when you were little, and your dad died a couple years ago, our dad to. You traveled a lot, never really settling down, not until you moved here.” Sam spoke slowly, trying to give you enough information, but not a lot, you could build your life however you wanted now.

Thinking about their words you looked back over to them “You have to leave don’t you?”

Sam and Dean looked down, ashamed of their own plan “Yeah, I’m sorry, we..”

“Don’t be sorry. You’ve stayed as long as you have already. And, it shouldn’t be to hard to make a life here, I mean I didn’t have one anyway, so there isn’t much to try and fix” you said trying to sound optimistic.

Dean smiled sadly, your personality was still the same. Still caring. “We will call your sometime okay, check up on you” he said, his chest tightening, knowing that he couldn’t contact you again. He needed to keep you safe, separate from this life he was trying to get you out of.

Nodding your head the brothers rose and said their goodbyes, Dean barely made it out of the room before tears started to all.

Sitting in the Impala Sam finally spoke “Do you think this will work?”

“It has too. We have enough fake ID’s for them. We made a bank account, a birth certificate, even a new social security card. Everything they need, we did” he said trying to convince himself that it would work. That it would be okay.

Sam saw the doubt on his brothers face but said nothing, knowing how hard this was for himself, he couldn’t imagine how Dean must be feeling. Starting the Impala they left town, Dean kept glancing to the mirror, part of him expecting to see you smiling at him, making funny faces at him like you always had before. And as one final tear fell down his face he forced himself to focus on the road ahead, your were fine, you would be happy. He could let you go.

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I could do a possible part two to this if anyone wants it :)

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