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spookymystery67 · 7 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Wow, I missed posting last week. I'm a loser. Sorry. Truthfully I was not fully in it last week, or this week for that matter. But I wanted something posted and it's freaking confession time so I persevered and did it! Whoo! This chapter is a tad bit shorter and I have never, ever written a scene like this before so it was an experience. Hopefully my reading experience didn't make it suck as bad. I'm trying. I really am lmao. Enjoy!

Chapter 18:

The next morning, you said your goodbyes to Jill as she had to leave to finish her mission while you had to make your way back to the hotel you and Ada were sharing. You were sad to leave your friend once again, and you could only hope that life will be kinder to her. Maybe you will run into each other again at some point in the future.

Maybe once Umbrella was gone for good.

You were nervous to walk through the door of the room you shared with Ada. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but your doubt and insecurities were going to make it ten times harder to do.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the negative thoughts, before doing the secret knock you and Ada came up with early on, as she has the only key to the room.

You listened for movement from inside as the door abruptly opened and Ada stood in front of you with a deadpan look on her face.

“Y/n. How was your little sleepover?” She asked, tone nonchalant as she walked away, back facing you. You could tell from the way her shoulders have tensed that she was bothered by something.

“Uh, it was good. It was nice catching up with her after so long.” You said as you walked into the room, keeping your eyes on her as you shut and re-locked the door behind you.

Ada huffed as she sorted and packed her things in her duffle bag. “I'm glad you had fun. Start packing your things. We're heading out soon.” She aggressively shoved a dress into her bag.

You hesitated. “Are- are you okay?”

“Fine.” Ada dismissed.

You hummed, watching her as she was still turned away from you. “You know, we talked about you last night.”

“Did you now?” Ada drawled, uninterested in whatever you and Jill talked about.

You took a slow, hesitant step forward. “Yeah. She brought something to my attention. Something about you.”

Ada paused before slowly turning to face you, arms crossed, hip jutted to her right. “What about me?” She asked, ready to defend herself as she assumed the worst.

You took a deep breath and another hesitant step forward. “She told me you were jealous.”

She raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Mhmm. Jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of her. Jealous of the way we interacted with each other.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Right.”

You walked closer to her, now only a few feet apart. “You shouldn't be jealous of her. She's only a friend.” You said before she could speak.

“I'm your friend.” She snapped, arms still crossed as her frustration rose.

You can't help but smile, her feelings for you becoming more clear now that Jill had helped you open your eyes. “You are. And you know I can have more than one friend, right?”

Ada scoffed with an eye roll. “Uh huh.”

You decide to just tell her right now before she becomes more upset. “But… maybe me and you can be something more than just friends.”

Ada's face fell in shock, completely taken aback from the sudden turn in the conversation. “Y-you… I'm sorry. What?”

Huh, she stuttered. It wasn’t often that you got Ada Wong to stutter.

You take a deep breath. “Look. I've never done this before so there is a good chance that I might embarass myself by saying this but, I like you, Ada. I really like you. And I think I have for a while now. I have always admired you. Even when we first met. The entire time we were in Raccoon City together I was trying to convince myself that I hated you, but I didn't. I don’t. I've always found it very hard to hate you.” You paused, looking down and away from Ada who just stared at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. You quickly lost what courage you had started with when you couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. “But, um, if you don't feel the same way as I do then that's fine. Just figured I should let you… know.” You finished awkwardly.

From the corner of your eye you saw Ada take a slow step forward, as if she was afraid she would frighten you, before taking another more confident step. Then another, and another.

Once she was close enough, she reached her right hand down to take your chin in a gentle grasp with her pointer finger and thumb, carefully moving your head up to make eye contact with her.

She gave you a moment to allow you to pull away from her if you so choose, before her straight, unreadable, face broke into a warm, gentle smile that she has only ever shown to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” She asked, her warm smile and gentle grasp on your face still there as she patiently waited for your response.

You were dumbfounded, completely caught off guard, having not at all expected this outcome. Fully expecting to be denied. Not embraced.

Your cheeks flushed as you worked through the brain fuzz her touch caused, quickly nodding your consent. “Yes.”

Her smile widened before she slowly closed the space between the two of you. Her warm, glossed lips, connected with yours almost hesitantly in a slow, but affectionate kiss. Giving you time to get used to it. Used to her. She kept you in a weak hold in case you decided to pull away.

You responded to the hesitation by moving your arms around her to hug her waist, bringing her closer to you in encouragement. Wanting to show her you truly meant every word of your confession.

You wanted to be more. You wanted to be with her.

She responded to the encouragement with eager, yet gentle, enthusiasm. The hand on your chin moved to be placed on the back of your head as her other hand came up to cup your cheek in her palm, urging you to be closer to her.

The kiss was pure bliss and felt like it lasted for hours, but in actuality it only lasted a few short minutes before you had to pull away. You both gasped for the air that you neglected during the moment you had both waited years for and thought would never happen. Ada looked at you with pure joy and admiration in her eyes that you returned, before she pulled you forward once more for a quick peck on the lips.

“So, that's what you and Jill talked about? Us?” Ada asked after a few moments, your face still held in her hands.

You nodded. “She helped me realize that you might feel the same way I do.”

Ada hummed as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “I might have to thank her whenever I see her again. She was right. I do like you. In fact, I might even go as far as to say that I love you, Y/n.”

You smiled wide as you laughed, face flushed with pure joy as you pulled your head back slightly to face her properly. “You just had to one up my confession, didn't you.” You teased her.

Ada shrugged with a grin. “I mean, you get full points for admitting it first and getting the ball rolling. But I didn't think you would admit your full feelings for me if I didn't do it first.”

Leave it to Ada to notice that you avoided the L-word for the word like. She was right. You didn't say it first because you didn't want to scare her off for good.

“You're right.” You admitted.

“As usual.” Ada teased, still hugging you close.

“Shut up and let me confess.” You playfully shoved her shoulder, before taking another breath. “I love you too, Ada.”

Her teasing smile softened as she pulled you in for another slow kiss, before pulling away and placing a short peck to your head.

“I’m glad you admitted it first. I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way and that it would never happen. Was just going to continue living in the friend zone for the rest of my life.” Ada said as you two separated, her dragging you to sit beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Funny. I was the same way. When Jill first brought it to my attention, I didn’t believe her.” You said as you grabbed her hand in yours.

Ada seemed surprised by your statement. “Why not? You’re smart, hilarious, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. But I see you for more than just your looks. You’re the first person I’ve met in a while to accept me for me. You don’t try to change every part of who I am. You understand that not everything in this life is simply just black and white. You actually take the time to understand my thoughts and opinions in situations where we disagree.”

“You do the same. Like what happened with the files and Jill.” You pointed out.

She nodded, squeezing your hand. “The point is, you taking the time to have those conversations just proves that you care. That I’m not just a pretty face to you. That I actually mean something to someone. Something to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that. So, I love you, Y/n. I mean it.”

You nearly wanted to tear up from her words. The honesty and vulnerability she was showing you right now was something you never thought either of you would have with one another. The fact that she was comfortable enough with you to tell you this made your heart hurt in the best way.

Instead of crying, you smiled, pulling her into an embrace that made you want to hold on tight and never let go. Ada immediately returned your embrace and held you with the same amount of strength that you held her in. Usually you could only stand hugs with people for a short amount of time. But with her, you would happily stay in her arms forever if she wanted you to.

“And I love you, Ada.”

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city #claire redfield

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brooooswriting · 2 years

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hello again :)

How about Tara Carpenter x fR.

Basically Tara has a panic attack when she sees someone in a ghostface costume( PTSD whoo?)

And yes R comforts her

(Also if the amount of requests for each person is restricted pls lemme know so I stop sending)

Have a great day : )

Hey, it’s completely fine, I don’t really have a lot of requests anyways :)

Ptsd, anxiety

Tw: Panic attack

Tara carpenter x reader

It’s been a pretty long three weeks for you, you’ve been working your ass off to save money, you had a lot of school work too, your parents were up your ass for basically every goddamn thing and you were mentally and physically drained. Which was sad as it was the week before Halloween which you loved.

Tara noticed the way your shoulders slacked, how you were constantly tired and the darkness of your eye rings increased. It pained her to see you like this which was why she decided to take you on a date. Nothing crazy, just a bit of walking around, getting dinner before going home to cuddle on the couch while watching a terrible movie.

At least that was the plan.

Tara picked you up at 6 pm with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and your favorite sweets. After putting those away you took her hand to start your walk, deciding to walk from your house towards the city where you’d have lunch. You had missed the girl next to you terribly the last couple of weeks so this was everything you wanted.

What you didn’t think about was the yearly Stab Marathon that was on today. You didn’t remember until you arrived in the city where you saw two people in ghost cave costumes, knives in hand and blood all over them.

You were so in your head as you were mad at yourself for forgetting that it took you a moment to realize that Tara saw them too. Her grip was tightening on your hand as hers got clammy and shaky. Pulling her away from the guys she was still starring at seemed to be the best option.

You pulled her around a corner into an alley which was empty. “You’re okay” you mumbled out as you pulled her into you, wrapping your arms tightly around her to give her a sense of grounding. She was breathing heavily, her body was shaking and her heart racing. “Tara, you have to regulate your breathing or you’ll get a panic attack” you mumbled out to her as you stroked her back.

The moment you thought it was getting better, a boy walked past the alley. “Do you like scary movies?” His voice was masked by some app as he held his phone up to his face.

Tara pushed you back and coward against the wall on the opposite side of you, her eyes were uncoordinated and unfocused, making it clear that she wasn’t in the reality.

“Tara, it’s just me” you whispered as you sat in front of her, leaving enough space so she didn’t have to press herself further against the wall. “It’s me y/n, no ghostface Is here love. It’s just you and me and this stupid stab marathon” you told her hoping it would calm her a bit. You slowly extended your hand to her, which she carefully touched. “It’s okay, I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were attacked but now I’m here, and I won’t let history repeat itself”

It was true, you didn’t really know her when she was attacked. You were new in town and the weekend where it happened was the first time you visited your old home. Looking back, you still hate yourself for not visiting her back then even tough she told you not to feel guilty. But who wouldn’t feel guilty in moments like these?

“Hug please” was all the brunette in front of you whispered when she slowly came back into reality. You slowly moved next to her before gently extending your arms to pull her closer to you. “You’re alright. I’m so proud of you” you kept on whispering reassuring things into her ear and kissing her head until she calmed down.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home” you pulled her up before wrapping an arm around her to shield her from what was happening around the two of you. The whole time you had her keep her eyes on you and listen to your voice as you kept talking about how proud you were and how she was okay. It didn’t take long for you to get home where she could finally relax.

You sat on the couch with some random ramen you found in the kitchen and a terrible movie. Your hand was on her thigh comfortingly stroking up and down. “I’m sorry” was the first thing she said in around an hour and half. You looked at her confused as your hand stopped stroking her thigh. “I wanted to do something relaxing for you today. You were so tired the last weeks but I ruined it because I can get over my stupid trauma” now that she explained you weren’t confused anymore, you were shocked.

“Tara, my love, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. You’ve come so far with your trauma, you should be proud of yourself. And you didn’t even ruin anything, I don’t care if we get dinner or eat some stupid ramen on the couch as long as I’m with you. When I’m with you I feel like I’m home, I can relax and be myself! That’s what I need after hard weeks, and that’s exactly what you gave me today. So do not say sorry for having trauma!” You explained laying you hand on her cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. She nestled her face into your hand as you talked. “But I ruined the date nonetheless! You shouldn’t have to deal with all that when your weeks have been exhausting enough! I wanted to take care of you, not the other way around. It should’ve been romantic” she was angry with herself, she had it planned to the end and it was supposed to be romantic and cute, not psycho.

“Romantic? Fine” you got off the couch as you walked towards a cabinet pulling out a couple of candles and a lighter as you lit them all around the room before putting on some slow music. You went to kneel before her with you hands on her cheeks. “Like this? Is this what you wanted? But look, it didn’t change anything, everything is romantic as long as I’m with you. I get that you’re mad at yourself for not being able to always control your trauma but you’re working thru that trauma and that’s what important. And I think it’s rather romantic that I could help you thru that attack” Tara slightly laughed out through the tears that were streaming down her face. You carefully wiped them away with your thumbs as you stared at her lovingly.

“I love you y/n” you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned towards to press your lips to hers in a comforting and soft kiss which she reciprocated. “I love you too”

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #Tara carpenter x you

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normal-sea-urchin · 9 months

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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 7

whoo! chapter seven is done. here ya go @theosb0rnway @clanofjones @veritas-dolos anyways i hope you guys like it, sorry if the ending seems kinda rushed

Leonardo's katanas made a loud clanking sound against Raph's sai. The two were sparring together in the dojo, under the vigilant eye of Master Splinter. Mikey and Donnie watched from the sidelines, as they had already finished their sparring match. Leo swung his swords downward to release them from Raph's sai. Raph countered with a slash towards Leo's chest. The red-masked turtle lunged towards Leo, who then dodged the attack. Raph stumbled to regain his balance and whipped around to face Leo.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Raph saw something, shadowy? He glanced to the right, expecting to see something; but he didn't find anything other than the weapons organized neatly in the corner of the dojo.

He was so busy checking for something out of the corner of his vision, he almost missed Leo's frontal attack.

Raph's attention snapped back to the sparring match as he blocked Leo's katanas.

"Do not lose your focus, Raphael." Splinter lectured. Raph held Leo's swords in a locked position. It wasn't long before the dark spots in the corners of Raph's eyes began to flood his vision. The turtle tried to blink them away, but it seemed to be failing. He could really only see a few pops of colors through the black and white flashes clouding his sight. He released Leo's swords from the position he had them trapped in and took a step back.

He squinted, still blinking a bit until eventually his vision came back. His brothers and father were all looking at him like he had just admitted to murder.

"Raph, you okay?" Leo worried. his katanas were now in their scabbards, leaving his hands free to place one on Raph's shoulder.

Raph's eyes still ached a bit and his legs felt weak; he could still stand on them of course, but they ached.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Raph fibbed. He put his sai back into his belt, sensing that the match was clearly over. His father began to walk over to him, along with Mikey and Donnie. Raph prepared himself for a lecture from Splinter and a plethora of questions from his brothers.

"Are you feeling well my son?" the rat inquired. Leo moved out of the way, removing his hand from Raph's shoulder.

"Hai Sensei, my vision got a little cloudy is all..." Raph got quieter as he spoke. He glanced to the right, hoping to avoid eye contact. He hated admitting weakness.

"Hmm, maybe it's iron deficiency. If someone doesn't get enough iron, it can cause vision problems." Donnie explained. Splinter hummed in response, one hand on his cane, and the other one stroking his beard.

"Perhaps that is enough training for today. you may all go." Splinter dismissed. The turtles began to walk to the door. "Except, Raphael. I would like to talk to you." Raph stopped in his tracks. Shit. He slowly turned to face his father as his brothers walked past him, muttering and whispering about something.

"Come, sit with me." Splinter offered. He and Raph sat down on one of the many rugs that covered the dojo floor; across from each other. Raph could feel the tension of the room rising, or maybe it was just him. He hoped his face didn't reflect his thoughts. "What is troubling you, Raphael?" Splinter inquired.

"Nothing Sensei, I'm fine, really." Raph pleaded, hoping he could get off easy again.

"Just, worried about April..." he trailed off again.

"Hm," Splinter hummed. "one does not acquire vision problems and inattentiveness through mourning a friend's loss. Even then, it has been several months since her friend's passing. I am sure April will be okay." Raph felt his father's gaze burn into his eyes. "Now, would you like to tell me what is truly bothering you?"

"I- It's just- Well-" Raph tried to explain or at least come up with some kind of half decent lie to tell his father. Could he really tell his father about what happened? Raph let out a deep sigh, bowing his head down. He had to tell his father or at least someone eventually. "You know how you always warn me not to let my anger get a hold of me?"

"Yes."

"Well- You see- It- I-" Raph tried to piece together the words needed to confess. He felt tears prick at the edge of his eyes. He felt a warm, fuzzy hand on his left shoulder. The turtle peered his head upwards to lock eyes with his father.

"Raphael, did something happen?" he asked in a serious tone, but with a sympathetic look on his face. That simple question was enough to make start sobbing. The tears began to poor out as he lunged toward his father, wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm- I'm sorry." Raph sobbed out, crying into his father's robe. "I'm sorry I'm sorry i'm sorry" he repeated. His father was silent, leaving the only sound in the room being Raph's sobbing. After a moment Raph felt his father's arms wrap around him. His crying slowed to a snivel as he turned to look up at his father.

"My son," Splinter began, "what did you do?" his soft paws rubbed the last few tears off of Raph's cheeks.

"I'm- I-" the turtle tried to piece together a sentence that would make some semblance of sense. "I killed-" he couldn't even get the words out of his mouth. But his father seemed to understand. The look on his face told raph that.

"You-" Splinter was now also trying to speak, only to trip over his words as well. "Hmm. my son, you do understand what you have done?" he asked. Raph only had the strength to respond with a nod. "And you understand why I always warned you not to let your anger blind you?" The turtle only hummed in response. The room was left silent for a while as Splinter thought of what to say.

"Do you... still love me?" Raph asked, his voice came out in a much smaller tone than he wanted. He turned his eyesight away from his father, knowing that no matter what he said, he would start crying again.

"What?" the tears began to prick at Raph's eyes again; he tired to blink to them back, hoping he could prevent another breakdown.

"Raphael." the rat spoke softly; Raph turned his eyes back to his father. The look on his face was enough for several tears to flow down his face.

"You are my son, Raphael. Nothing you do could ever make me not love you." Splinter assured. Raph jumped into Splinter's arms, letting his tears soak into his father's robes once more. A few minutes, or maybe just a few seconds; Raph couldn't tell. But after a period of time the turtle's tears ran dry, leaving his eyes red and cheeks red.

"...You won't tell the others, right?" Raph asked.

"Would you like me to, my son?" Splinter replied.

"...Please don't." he requested. Splinter hummed in response, which Raph assumed meant he wouldn't tell the others.

After further comforting Raph, Splinter let his go to his room. Upon leaving the dojo, Raph tried to avoid his brothers, not wanting them to see his tear stained cheeks. Leo was sitting directly in front of the TV, geeking out over Space Heroes. Raph assumed Donnie was in the lab, per usual. As for Mikey, he was nowhere to be seen. Just get to your room, Raph repeated in his mind.

"Hey Raph!" a familiar voice cheered from behind Raph. Mikey. Shit. "What did Splinter want to talk to you about dude?" Mikey questioned. Raph turned slightly, just enough to see where Mikey was. He was holding a bowl of popcorn, presumably for cartoons. Raph shot a glare at Mikey and growled, hoping that would signal Mikey to leave him alone.

And it seemed to worked. Raph stomped off to his room without hearing another word out of Mikey. The turtle slammed the door shut behind him and sunk into his mattress. after rearranging himself into a more comfortable position, he let himself fall into the comfort of sleep.

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He woke up about an hour, maybe an hour and a half later. He rolled over to face the wall his bed was pushed against. He really didn't want to get up, but unfortunately his body didn't want to seem to fall back to sleep. So, he forced himself up and out of bed and decided to rinse his face off.

Upon making it to the bathroom, he closed the door behind him. Before turning the water on, Raph stared at himself in the mirror for a while. Or rather, he stared at the mirror itself. He thought back to when he had first seen Casey's apparition. That wouldn't happen again, right? It was a one time thing. It would be fine, Raph thought to himself as he turned the water in. But before he splashed the water into his face, he glanced up at the mirror one last time, just in case. All clear.

Raph splashed the cold water into his face, waking him up. With water still in his eyes, he blindly reached for the towel. He felt around for it a bit before grabbing it and bringing it to his face. He rubbed the water dry, leaving his face moisturized. His eyes fluttered open, blinking the water out of his eyes.

Oh no. Not again.

The haunting skeletal face stared at him from the other side of the mirror, wherever that was. Raph was left speechless. Although he now knew for a fact he was being haunted, he still struggled to really come to terms with it.

His breath grew heavier and faster the longer they maintained eye contact. Casey's cold, whited out eyes stared into Raph's. Raph stared deeper into the ghost's eyes, which had seemed to lure him into a trance of some kind. He was so far gone into this trance, that he didn't notice the specter's arms moving.

Raph felt his head hit something hard.

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"Huh... Where?" Raph mumbled. His eyes fluttered open. What the hell happened? The last thing he remembered was going to the bathroom to wash his face, and this sure as hell wasn't the bathroom, or anywhere in the lair. This was...

Shit.

Shit shit shit shit. Shit.

He was back in the alleyway. The same one as about a month and a half ago. The same one that he had dreamed about earlier that week. the memory of how he had gotten here came flooding back. He was washing his face in the bathroom when. When Casey's face appeared in the mirror again. He recalled him getting pulled into the mirror.

At least, that's what he thinks happened. It was all fairly blurry. The clank of a tin can hitting the concrete several feet away from Raph snapped him out of him memories. He whipped around to find a mouse skittering back into the shadows. Raph let out a sigh of relief. Just a mouse; it's only a mouse.

"Boo!" an all too familiar voice spoke into Raph's ear from behind him, making him jump. He turned around to find the infamous Casey Jones, an off-putting grin on his face. Raph reached to unsheathe his sai from his belt, only to find that they weren't there. He glanced down at his belt and then back to Casey. His breath grew fast and heavy.

"What's the matter? Missing something?" the ghost asked, pulling something out from behind his back. He revealed Raph's sai, one in each hand. Raph took a step back, and then another one, wary of whatever the apparition was planning.

"What's wrong? Scared?" Casey asked, the cruelty seeping into his voice as he set the sai ablaze with his bare hands. "Whoops." he taunted through gritted teeth.

Raph let out a scared whine. He stared at the ashes of his sai. Casey had destroyed with them with such ease. All he had to do was wave a finger and Raph's only weapons were reduced to cinders. His vision snapped back to Casey when he took a step towards him.

"Aw, come on! I just wanna talk." Casey explained in a cocky tone. Raph wanted to yell, he wanted to scream at the ghost to get away. And he would've if fear hadn't taken his voice. His body was paralyzed in place as well, meaning all Raph could do was watch as Casey approached him.

"Y'know," Casey stopped in front of the turtle, "I think we got off on the wrong foot, Raph." He put emphasis on Raph's name. He stuck his hand out, clearly expecting a handshake. The turtle was hesitant to shake Casey's hand. He didn't trust him, but he also feared what would happen to him if he didn't; he glanced back to the ashes that used to be his sai. Raph, who now had control over his body (kinda, he was shaking a lot) reached his hand to meet Casey's. they shook hands, and Raph glanced up to look at the ghost.

His eyes were closed and he was...smiling? His now toothy smile stretched across his face as his eyes opened to squint down at Raph. The specter adjusted their hands so that they were locked in an arm wrestling position. Casey pulled Raph up and over his head. Once Raph was in the air, Casey got a better grip on him and slammed him into the pavement behind him.

"Ughh..." Raph groaned. His shell took the worst of the hit. Now on his back, Raph tilted his head to face Casey.

"Oh come on," Casey began, a white portal with a green halo appearing behind him, "You didn't actually think i would forgive you, right?" He was right. Raph didn't expect that Casey would forgive him, but... a part of him had hoped he would. Maybe then could Raph tell his brothers what he did. The turtle turned over, now on his hands and knees, just in time to watch Casey walk through the portal.

And with that, everything went black.

When Raph awoke, he saw that he was in the bathroom again. Damn, how much time had it been? He picked himself up from the floor, placing a hand on the wall for balance. His head was spinning and it took him a moment to gather himself; after he had, he turned to look at the mirror, hoping he wouldn't see Casey again.

He didn't have a reflection.

There was no reflection in the mirror. Raph stood in shock. He placed his hands on the mirror, only to find that he himself was translucent.

"Wha- Huh-" he remarked, bringing his hands in front of his eyes. Through his arms, Raph saw into the mirror; there was someone using the counter to push themselves up.

Holy shit.

Raph's eyes, now whited out, peered into his own. Raph's body moved seemingly on its own accord. Only he was now watching it move in the third person. An all too familiar smile appeared on his face, accompanied by an all too familiar voice.

"What's wrong Raph?" Casey's words cut into Raph like a knife. "Sorry, but this body's taken." He taunted. Despite having taken a moment, Raph finally understood.

Casey was possessing Raph's body, and using him like a puppet. Meaning Raph was now trapped in the mirror. Meaning Raph was now a ghost.

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #casey jones #2012 casey jones #casey jones fucking dies #2012 raph #tmnt raph #fanfic

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sergeantsporks · 2 years

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writing request: hunter being comforted by camila + him being able to enjoy the rain, plus a little bit of protective big brother instincts over gus? :D/nf

“Hey, what was that?”

Hunter glanced over at Camila, tossing his old clothes into the washing machine. “What was… what?”

“Down in the basement last night. I didn’t want to bring it up in front of Gus, but…”

That wasn’t helpful. “…the broken snowglobe? I’m… I’m really sorry, it fell out of the wrapping Gus was fiddling with, we didn’t mean to—”

“No, Hunter, I mean… the kneeling?”

Hunter squinted. She HAD seemed uncomfortable with it. “…I… apologize?” he tried.

“Oh, I didn’t… you don’t need to say sorry, I just… was wondering why?”

“Why…?”

“Why you’d do it?”

“You provided us with shelter and safety. I was expressing gratitude. I just assumed—we are unexpected guests, I thought it was best to be polite. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No—Hunter, sweetheart, I already said you don’t have to apologize. It’s okay.” Camila measured a white, grainy substance into the machine. “How are you feeling? Sore anywhere? Cuts healing up alright?”

“Hm? Oh. Yes. Thank you, don’t worry, I’ve had much worse injuries, hardly even hurrrrrrrrttssssss hi.”

Camila had reached out towards him, but as he shied away, she withdrew her hand. “Sorry, I just… you’re safe here, okay, Hunter?”

“Oh,” Hunter said simply. He turned back towards the washer, even though he didn’t have any more clothes to put in. “Okay.” He gripped the top of the washer. “Okay,” he repeated, blinking rapidly, “Okay. Okay.”

“Ay,” Camila muttered to herself, “Creo que lo rompí. Hunter?”

“You promise?” The words escaped before he could stop them, and he flinched at the questioning tone.

“Yeah,” Camila said softly, “I promise.”

“Okay.”

Stop saying that, stop saying that, stop saying that!

“Thank you,” he managed, “Uh—that’s okay, right? Just saying thank you, no kneeling?”

Camila smiled. “That’s perfect. But you don’t need to thank me, not for this. I’m happy to help. And if you, or any of the other kids need something…”

“I’ll let you know,” Hunter promised, slipping out of the laundry room. He went outside, leaning on the porch railing. The rain was still coming down in torrents, turning the ground to sludge.

The door opened and closed, and Gus charged out, wearing a bright yellow jacket and matching boots. Hunter instinctively snagged his collar just before he ran out into the rain, yanking him back. “Whoa, careful!”

Gus yipped. “Hey!” he twisted around in Hunter’s grip. “Human rain, remember? We walked here in it.”

Hunter let go of the jacket. “Yeah, sorry. Force of habit.”

Gus took a running leap off of the porch, splashing down into a puddle. “WHOO!” He kicked up water. “This is never going to get old! C’mon, Hunter!”

“Mmmm, I don’t kn—”

Gus kicked another puddle, sending a wave of water up on the porch and soaking Hunter’s socks.

“Hey!”

Hunter stripped his already-soaked socks off and ran out after Gus, grabbing the branch of a tree and shaking it violently. Water scattered out of the tree and splashed all over Gus, who yelped. “AH! COLD!”

He kicked another wave of water at Hunter, but Hunter skipped backwards to avoid it. “Nice try. Can’t get me with the same trick tw—”

Gus appeared behind him, and dumped an old flowerpot full of water on his head with a snicker. Cold water crashed down on Hunter’s head, soaking him instantly. Hunter yelped and cringed, his shoulders hunching. “Cheater,” he sputtered.

Gus laughed, then fled into the house and safety before Hunter could react. Hunter squished his way back up to the porch, shaking his head to dislodge the water from his head. He leaned on the porch railing again, shivering.

It’s so cold.

Hunter reached out, feeling the cold raindrops sting his palm.

“I always liked the sound of rain.”

Hunter jumped as Camila came to stand out next to him. “Hi!” He settled back on the railing. “I didn’t want to go inside soaking wet.”

She handed him a towel. “Here.”

“Thank you.” Hunter toweled off his head and feet, and wrapped the towel around his shoulders. “It boils in the demon realm. The rain, I mean.”

“So I’ve heard. Sounds like it’s pretty dangerous there.”

“It is.” Hunter shrugged. “It’s not all bad, though. There’s a lot of good stuff that came from there. Like Flapjack. And Gus and Willow.”

“And you.”

“I’m pretty dangerous.”

Then again, so was Willow. Gus, too, if he had a mind to be. Maybe everything from the isles was dangerous.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not good, too.” Camila leaned on the porch next to him. “Luz was… happy? In the demon realm?”

“Oh. I…” Hunter scratched the back of his neck. “Luz and I… we weren’t on very good terms until recently. I, uh.” He coughed. “Ikindasortatriedtokillher,” he said in a rush, staring out into the rain. “Sorry.”

“I know,” Camila said evenly, “Luz told me.”

Hunter’s shoulders tensed up. “Oh.”

“That’s why I wanted your opinion. Of course her school friends will think she was happy, and will want her to keep going. But you became her friend during the worst of it.”

Hunter traced the grain of the railing. “Luz… Luz loves the Boiling Isles. And… she’s done a lot of good there. She saved me from Belos. Twice.” Hunter rubbed his coven brand. “If it weren’t for her, I would have died on the day of unity with everyone else, still trusting Belos to have the right plan.”

“I had her promise she wouldn’t go back,” Camila murmured, “But I’m starting to think that was too hasty. I can see how much she misses it, even only back for a day.”

“Yeah.”

Does she want to go back, though?

She thinks the day of unity is her fault.

“Do you want to go back?”

“Of course I do. I’ve lived there my whole life!”

“Doesn’t mean it’s home.”

Hunter twisted his hands around each other. “I don’t have a home. I… I thought I did. But that’s gone now. I just… the boiling isles is what I know. Or—well… I guess I don’t know how the Collector’s changed it.” He sighed, staring out into the rain. “I guess I don’t know what I want.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Hm.”

“No, you will,” Camila insisted, “It’ll be when you least expect it. But suddenly, you’ll just know.”

Hunter twisted his head to look at her. “You really believe that?”

“I do.”

#toh #the owl house #hunter noceda #camila noceda #asks #writing requests #toh fanfiction #my writing

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thenotebookwizard · 5 months

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Notes from Driver's Ed

From the Notebook posts are things that I wrote in my notebook and decided to share with you. You're welcome. And I'm sorry. (No. No, I'm really not.)

In late 2023, I took Driver's Ed. Gotta get those insurance rates down.

I took notes. Just - not the notes the people who wrote the class probably wanted me to take.

Seriously. Who has time to to delay leaving, leave early, etc

Not talking to friends in the car? Rude. And not going to happen.

...control the actions of passengers, children, pets? Have you met the people I know? Control them? What the fuck, class. What the fuck.

Also have you met dogs?

Passengers are serious distraction. Sure.

Keep children 'occupied' with a 'quiet activity' - do you know kids? Like, at all?

Don't groom yourself. Who does that while driving? (If you know the answer to that question, are the answer to that question, or want to be the answer to that question, please don't tell me. Ignorance is bliss.)

Be careful of high profile vehicles height - including in your own garage. Umm...if it doesn't fit in my garage, and I can't figure that out, I have bigger problems than this class can solve.

How many times has this happened to be included in this class?

Animals needs to predict what I'm going to do when driving? That's - a thought, right there.

Elk and moose? In a Texas driving class? Have you been to Texas? Where are the note about coyotes, wild boar, rattlesnakes, and rednecks? (Esp. Drunk Rednecks.)

Don't drive tired. Sick. Sore. Sleepy. Frustrated. Grumpy. Etc. What the fuck kind of world are these people living in?

I am old enough I am now in the 'not as likely to die' category of men. I am not yet old enough to be in the 'more likely to cause an accident' age range. The sweet spot! Finally!

Replace your mirrors with better mirrors. Who has money for that? I'm taking this class to save money every month on insurance. Because I'm poor.

'Active scanning' Bitch, if I had sensors, I would be a lot safer about driving. What is this, Star Trek: The Next Highway?

Don't wear sunglasses at night? I was raised in the 80s. This is my birthright.

Dirty headlights may cut the amount of light - this sounds like a good plan to me. Have you *seen* (been blinded by) the power of some of these headlights at night? For fuck's sake, you want to see, not blind the other drivers for some kind of tactical raid.

Don't smoke while you drive? Back when I smoked, it was much safer for the other drivers if I did smoke while I drive. Trust me.

Don't drink and drive. By now, if you don't know this - oh. Wait. I live in Texas.

Host? When I host? When I host what? I don't get invited to parties. I don't host parties. I don't mix drinks for people. Yet again, public safety information directed at extroverts. Correlation? Extroverts are scary. I already knew that.

Chocolate is included with caffeine, cocaine, and nicotine? Whoo, boy. Y'all playin' with fire, there.

Write down make, model, license plate info of dangerous drivers? While I'm driving? ...um, no.

Circadian rhythm = not everyone is diurnal or a morning person, you fucking morons. Morning person bias needs to stop.

Control your emotions. Use a technique called 'emotional regulation' - what the fuck, people? (What about mental illness. Also: have you *met* people recently?)

You want me to drive unmedicated? Look, there are *some* people you *want* to be fully drugged up before they get on the road. *Trust me.* (Example the first: My mother, god rest her soul.)

Don't use hand signals to direct other traffic? This is Texas. People will be telling each other to go first until time ends.

If you get bored, practice 'what if' driving scenarios? Really? Because *that* won't cause anxiety. Not one bit.

#from the notebook #commentary #me #my writing

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crystalninjaphoenix · 1 year

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Spitfire Cat

A JSE Fanfic

SepticHeroes AU: Part 21

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Whoo! I've been waiting for this for forever! :D Jackie goes to confront Spitfire about the information he found, bringing the others along with him. And Spitfire finally opens up about his past and why he hates the League of Heroes so much. I'm so excited, guys. Gonna stop writing this author's note so we can get right to it :)

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“That’s... insane.”

“I know, right?!” Jackie paced back and forth in the apartment living room, right in front of the TV. Chase was sitting on the sofa with Frosty at his feet, eyes wide at everything Jackie had just rushed in to tell him. “If—if I was forced to guess at his secret identity, I would never guess that!”

“Yeah. It’s insane.” Chase whistled. “So, let me see if I’m getting this. This guy is the guy who ran into us in JJ’s shop the other day, right? You said you guys did Hero stuff together. And that whole time, you meant that he was a super villain you were working with.”

“Temporarily,” Jackie stressed. “It was a temporary alliance to deal with the Puppeteer stuff. I’ve never worked with villains before.”

Chase raised his hands defensively. “I wasn’t saying you did. Just getting things in order. Anyway, this villain really hates the League of Heroes, but this whole time, he was a Hero.”

“No, he’s not—not, like, being a double-agent or anything,” Jackie said. “He went rogue and then faked his death, and then became Spitfire Cat.”

“Right.” Chase nodded. “How long ago was this Phoenix guy’s fake death?”

“That was three years ago. Spitfire Cat showed up about two years ago.” Jackie rubbed his eyes. “It matches up. Timeline matches up.” A breeze fluttered through the room, flicking clothes and hair. “It all matches up!”

“Jeez, bro, take a deep breath or something,” Chase said. “Look. Does it really change that much? You already knew he—what was his name again? His real one?”

“Marvin Nedra.”

“You already knew Marvin was a criminal, is being a rogue Hero really that different?”

“I guess... not... functionally, but—but it really confuses me!” Jackie sputtered. “Spitfire Cat has always hated the League, and I mean really fucking loathed them. But if he used to be a Hero, then—what happened?”

“Hmm. Dunno. I guess he’ll be the only one to know.” Chase shrugged.

“I guess.” Jackie sighed and stopped pacing. “I gotta tell JJ and Schneep about this.”

“Why? You just said it’s not ‘functionally’ different.”

“Well, I should have told them about that guy being a villain in the first place! I should have let you all know the risks! Besides, I just told you, so it’s only fair I tell them too.” Jackie took his phone out of his pocket and started typing out a message.

“You’re gonna let them know through text?” Chase asked. “Isn’t that a bit like breaking up with someone through the phone?”

“No, I know this is big news, and I’m going to tell them in person. I just need to know when they’re both available. I’m putting this in the new group chat.”

“Oh hell yeah.” Chase grinned. He’d made the group chat the day before yesterday and titled it Windstorm Fan Club. Hilarious.

Jackie sent the text, and got an immediate answer from Schneep. I am at work for the rest of the day. Hospital until evening and then on call for emergencies all night. Tomorrow is the earliest I could meet for this “important news.”

“Hmm. Right. Makes sense.” Jackie nodded.

“It might be a while before JJ answers,” Chase said. “Why don’t you sit down? Stop hovering.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“Yeah, you are.” Chase pointed at Jackie’s feet. There was about an inch of air between Jackie’s shoes and the floor.

“Oh.” Jackie dropped to the floor. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. God, were you doing shit like that often and I just didn’t notice?”

“Definitely not. I was being very careful. And you’re very smart, you would have seen if I’d been doing it. I guess I’m just not looking out as much now that you know.” It was nice, actually, to not have to constantly monitor himself.

Another text, this time from JJ. Tomorrow could work. Ned might drop by in the afternoon. He wanted to do something together.

Jackie stared at the message. The breeze in the room kicked up a notch. “Oh.”

Chase checked the group chat on his own phone. His brows furrowed. “Ned’s the guy who’s actually Marvin, right?”

“Yeah.” Jackie paused. “You know what? More than telling Schneep and JJ what I found, I want to tell Spitfire what I found. I need to know what happened and what the fuck’s going on with him.”

“Ah.” Chase raised an eyebrow. “So... the difference is to you.”

“What?”

“You found out some new shit and now you’re seeing him differently. I get it. I mean, I went through that just a few days ago with you and Schneep.” Chase gestured between Jackie and himself. “I get it.”

“...yeah, I guess you would.” Jackie gave a little laugh. Then he turned his attention back to the group chat and typed out another message. Actually, JJ. Ned should be involved in this. Can you tell him when he gets to your shop? Then the rest of us can come over and I can say everything all at once.

A few seconds passed. Sure, I suppose, JJ said. Should I tell him everyone is coming?

I dunno. He might leave if he knows so Ill leave that up to you.

Alright.

Jackie looked back at Chase. “So, ready to go over to JJ’s at any moment tomorrow?”

“I have work, but I can call in sick,” Chase said.

“Great. It takes a while to get to JJ’s place so we’ll have to go right away.” Jackie nodded. He started pacing again.

“Bro, I meant it when I said to sit down,” Chase said. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Sorry.” He stopped again. “Don’t worry. There’s nothing to be nervous about.” Probably. They would be confronting a supervillain with his past tomorrow. There might be cause for nerves then.

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They got the text at one thirty the next day. Ned just showed up. We’ll be in my apartment upstairs, walk right in and meet us up there, JJ said.

Jackie and Chase wasted no time, heading down to the train station as soon as possible. They quickly made it to Zeit Way. Possibly a bit too quickly. Chase was panting heavily when they reached Jackson Legacy Crafts and needed to rest for a moment outside the door. Jackie hadn’t realized just how athletic he was until that moment; maybe there was something super about his stamina.

Schneep showed up a minute later. “Chase, are you alright?” he asked, immediately concerned.

“Fine.” Chase was still breathing heavily. “Fine, just... ran. Don’t... run much.” He pressed two fingers to his neck. “Everything’s... fine.”

“Alright,” Schneep said slowly. “Be careful.” Then he turned to Jackie. “So. What is this about? Why is it important?”

“We’ll all talk about it inside.” Jackie pushed on the door, only to realize it was locked. “Wait. Damn it.”

“I got it.” Schneep stepped around him and took a key out of his pocket, opening the door. “After you two.”

They headed in and straight for the staircase at the back, which they took slowly because Chase was being even more careful about stairs than usual. But soon they reached the trapdoor. Schneep was at the front, so he was the one to push it open. Chase and then Jackie followed him up into the apartment.

JJ and Spitfire were sitting on the sofa together, with JJ holding the television remote, switching through movies on Netflix, and Spitfire lounging next to him. It was strange to see the two of them being so casual. But it didn’t last long. JJ noticed the three of them as they entered and put down the remote. I didn’t realize you all would be here so fast, he said. Are you alright, Chase?

“Mm-hmm. Just... we went a bit hard getting over here.” Chase reached down and patted Frosty’s head.

Alright. JJ nodded. So what’s all this about?

“We’re getting to that,” Jackie said, blatantly staring at Spitfire.

There must have been something in his expression, because Spitfire froze the moment he saw it. “Well, uh, I’ll head out now,” he said, hurriedly standing up. “I-I didn’t know you guys had something planned—”

“Oh, we have something planned,” Jackie said. “But you don’t need to leave for this.”

“Holy shit, Jackie, you make it sound like we’re going to murder him,” Chase whispered.

Apparently Spitfire took it the same way, because his eyes were darting all around the apartment. They lingered briefly on the window. As if he was seriously considering jumping out of it. JJ, picking up on the sudden shift in mood, stood up. Jackie mentioned some important news earlier, he said. And he thought you should know too. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.

“Uh, well, Jackie can email me later,” Spitfire said hurriedly. He walked quickly around the sofa, going in a wide circle around Jackie, Chase, and Schneep, and headed for the open staircase trapdoor.

Jackie flicked his hand. A gust of wind slammed the trapdoor shut. All the color drained from Spitfire’s face as he stared at the blocked escape route. “This isn’t email-worthy!” Jackie snapped. “This is something I need to hear from your mouth. I need to know what’s going on, Marvin!”

Spitfire—Marvin’s head snapped around. “What?!”

“Yeah, I know about it!” Jackie strode up to Marvin, who took one step back but no farther. “I found out about Light Phoenix, the rogue Hero. I made the connections—they’re not too hard to see if someone knows enough about you! Spitfire Cat, the villain who hates the League of Heroes, is Marvin Nedra. You are Marvin Nedra, aren’t you?! You’re Light Phoenix!” He paused. “Or, you were, at least.”

Marvin stared down at Jackie. His expression was hard to read, but Jackie could see the emotions in his eyes. Anger was there, as he expected. But it was not the main emotion. Instead... Marvin looked afraid.

“Jackie,” Schneep said quietly.

Jackie glanced back at him. He, Chase, and JJ were all standing in a cluster, looking shocked. And a bit wary. Not of Marvin, though.

“Um... bro, can you... calm down?” Chase asked. “You’re...kind of intense... right now.”

Jackie hadn’t realized how close he was to Marvin until Chase said that. He hadn’t noticed the tight knot in his chest, or the wind rattling around the room. Taking a deep breath, he deliberately relaxed his muscles and took a step back. “I’m not... angry,” he said, turning back to Marvin. “I’m just... very confused. I know you hate the League. You’ve monologued about it enough. But... you used to work with them. Until... something happened. And I’m just... confused.” He didn’t know how else to put it.

The fear in Marvin’s eyes died down, leaving only the anger. “Where did you learn all this about Light Phoenix?” he asked in a deliberately calm voice.

“Hero database profile. I got curious—”

“Why?”

“W-well, uh, a couple people mentioned him, said I was... like him.” Jackie paused. “So I got curious.” He cleared his throat. “And don’t you dare try to say that it wasn’t you or something, the profile had a picture and the guy was clearly you!”

“That’s not saying much. Look around.” Marvin gestured at the room. “We’re all doppelgangers here.”

“Okay, yeah, but I’m not an idiot,” Jackie said. “There was more information there! It all fucking lined up! Powers, nationality, age, height—the fucking burns on your arms like you escaped a fire. Like the fire where Light Phoenix supposedly died.” The wind was back, blowing his hair into his face. He took another deep breath. “Just... tell me why. I-I need to know why.”

Marvin stared at him. His eyes flicked back to the other three in the room, who remained silent. Then he looked back at Jackie. “You know what? Fine. Fine. Maybe this will change some things. Maybe you’ll open your eyes a little.” He turned and quickly walked towards the kitchen area. “Jameson, do you have anything I can drink? And I mean drink.”

JJ didn’t hide his surprise. There should be something in the back of the fridge?

“Great.” Marvin yanked open the fridge door.

“You’re getting drunk for this?” Jackie asked in disbelief.

“Not drunk. But if I’m going to tell a room full of basically-strangers my whole backstory I need some encouragement.” Marvin reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of something red. “What is this, a wine cooler? Good enough. Oh, and it twists, very nice.”

“Jamie, are you sure about that?” Schneep asked.

JJ nodded. It’s fine. I wasn’t going to drink those anyway.

Marvin twisted the cap off the bottle and took a small sip. Then a bigger swig. He glanced at everyone else. “Why are you all standing? This is going to take a while. Sit. Jackie, you especially. Don’t you dare leave in the middle of this. You asked for it, you don’t get to walk away.”

Everyone sat down. Chase, Schneep, and JJ took the sofa, while Jackie slowly took a seat in one of the armchairs, and Marvin flopped into the other. “Maybe we, uh... shouldn’t be here for this after all,” Chase said slowly. “It seems kind of... personal?”

“Ohhhh it is,” Marvin said, a bit bitterly, and took another drink. “But you’re staying. Jackie wanted to be here, so here you’ll be until I’m fucking finished. Okay?”

“Uh... alright, I guess,” Chase said. He glanced at Jackie, his eyes wide.

Jackie nodded slowly. He was already regretting his decision to confront Spitfire Cat with everyone here. But surely Marvin wouldn’t hurt people who had nothing to do with this.

“Alright. Where to start?” Marvin swirled the bottle for a moment. “I think... I think we start with my grandmam.”

“Uh...” Jackie coughed. “I-I don’t need to know everything about you—”

“No, this is vital information. I need you to know this so you can understand.” Marvin took another drink. “My parents kicked me out of their house when I was fifteen. They didn’t say that I was leaving and never coming back. They said ‘your grandmother is getting on in years and she needs some help living in the city, and it’s easier for you to transfer schools than it is for us to quit our jobs.’ But everyone knew.”

“Were they... anti-super?” Jackie asked tentatively.

“They were anti a lot of things, but it wasn’t the super part that got me thrown out.” Marvin shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. I didn’t see them again after that, so it’s not important. Fuck ‘em. What is important is how Grandmam reacted. I never understood why my dad was the way he was when she had been his mom. She also knew what it meant when I came to live with her, and she was furious. This sort of righteous, protective anger that I’d never seen—at least not centered around me. She never talked to my parents again, either. And she made it clear I didn’t have to. And I never really felt the need to, after living with her. She made me feel... like I actually mattered. Like I could do anything. And it was because I knew she would be there. Even if I crashed and burned and made some terrible choices, I could always go to her, and she would... she would give me a hug, and... tell me that it was okay... and that I was still her family.” Marvin blinked rapidly. He took a shaky breath and looked away from the group.

“She sounds like a good woman,” Schneep said softly.

“She was.” Marvin swallowed a lump in his throat. “She helped me go to uni. I-I chose somewhere close by. Great place. Learned some stuff. Probably could’ve gotten a decent job with my degree, but I didn’t want a decent job. I wanted to be one of the League’s Heroes.” He glanced at Jackie. “And that’s what surprised you?”

Jackie nodded slowly.

“Well, it really shouldn’t. Everyone loves superheroes. They keep us safe. They protect the innocent and look cool doing it. If you somehow get superpowers, everything tells you that you need to become a Hero. What are you even doing if you’re not using your powers to fucking... fight people? Are you using them for crime? Because clearly that’s the only other option. You don’t want to do crime, right? Then you’ll go to jail. Better become a Hero.”

Schneep raised his hand. “I have powers, and I became a doctor, not a Hero.”

Marvin blinked. “Well congratulations for breaking the mold.”

To be fair, you HAVE done criminal things, JJ said.

“That happened after, it was never my intention,” Schneep waved away that detail.

“In any case,” Marvin continued. “I wanted to be a Hero. I wanted to help people and look cool while doing it. So I started going out on my own. Same way you did, Jackie. Starting with petty stuff and working your way up until you finally feel confident enough to put in the application. Let me tell you, it fucking wrecked my sleep schedule to do classes and hero work at the same time.” He paused. “Grandmam found out. She was always sharp as a tack, even in her 70s. I-I thought she would be mad... but she wasn’t. She just wanted me to be happy. And careful, of course.” He laughed darkly and took another drink.

“So you worked for the League,” Jackie prompted.

“I did. And it was great. Sure, it was demanding, physically and mentally, but the smile on people’s faces when you came to the rescue, the knowing that you were making a difference... it made it worth it, in my eyes.”

Jackie swallowed a lump in his throat. That sentiment wasn’t too far off from his own feelings.

“And it was enough to overlook a lot of little problems with the League that I noticed,” Marvin continued. He looked at Schneep. “You’re a doctor, right? So you know about the fees.”

Schneep nodded. His fists clenched. “They are terrible. I have a fund set aside to help cover it for patients.”

“That has to be a lot.”

“It is. What do you think those ‘criminal things’ Jameson mentioned were for?”

Marvin laughed. “Hell yeah.” His expression quickly became serious again. “And that’s only one of the many things nobody talks about with the League. For example, have you heard of neutrinalin?” He glanced at Jackie. “I know you have by now.” Then at Schneep again. “And maybe you. But you other two don’t have powers, so maybe it’s not common knowledge. When you inject a super with neutrinalin, it temporarily blocks their powers. But the League originally planned for it to permanently disable any and all powers, no matter how strong.”

“What?!” Jackie gasped. “That—No. People would know about that.”

“They did. About four years ago, when word of the League’s plans got leaked, there was a huge backlash against the idea of it. People compared it to chopping off a thief’s hand for stealing. So... the League quietly dropped it.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “But I hear that’s because they couldn’t actually figure out how to make the effects stick forever like they wanted.”

“Okay, okay, that’s a bit sketchy,” Jackie admitted. “You can’t just go around taking away someone’s powers. I mean, unless they’re fine with it, I guess? But who would be fine with that? Ugh, it’s not important!” He shook his head. “What does any of this have to do with you killing a man and faking your death?!”

JJ gasped. Schneep looked shocked. Chase glanced at the two of them and nodded. He’d reacted the same way when Jackie told him everything yesterday.

“So you really did find out everything,” Marvin stated, not a hint of emotion in his voice.

“Yeah! And I’m wondering what the hell that’sall about! Though I don’t know why I’m surprised, you did try to assassinate Pink Sunlight back in July.”

“And if I’d succeeded, she would have been the second person I’d ever killed.” Marvin sighed. “To be honest, I regret trying that now. It probably wouldn’t have done much. But Andras Brand? I’ll never regret that.”

“The profile said that the guy was in custody at the time, there was no reason to fucking murder him! You didn’t have to do that.”

“I think I did, actually.” Marvin locked eyes with Jackie. “And I’d do it again. In a heartbeat.”

Jackie stared back, not backing down. “Why?”

A few seconds passed. Marvin was the first to break eye contact, turning to the side and taking another drink. “Andras Brand was a villain called Hellferno,” he said. “And he was an absolute psychopath. He terrorized the country for years. One time he took a whole city hostage and said he would burn a building full of people every three hours the government didn’t give him some ridiculous amount of money. And then when they caved, he used the money as tinder for the next year. The only reason he wasn’t a national-level threat was because he was smart enough to know what line not to cross.”

“He sounds awful, but—” Jackie started.

“Yeah, I know, he was arrested, I’m getting there, okay?!” Marvin snapped. “Look, Hellferno hated my guts. He said I was a disgrace to fire-based supers, and my powers weren’t even real fire. Which they aren’t, but I never claimed they were. Everyone else described them like that. Anyway. We fought a lot. It started with him attacking me for being a fake fire-super, and then over time I just knew him so well that other Heroes started calling me in to deal with him. And he hated that even more.” A small smirk curled around Marvin’s mouth. “Hated that he kept losing, too. Had to retreat almost every time. I was some upstart who was ten years younger than him, and yet I was better.”

“So you killed your nemesis,” Jackie prompted.

Marvin’s smirk faded. He looked down, picking at the label on the bottle. “He found out who I was,” he said quietly. “We were fighting, and my mask got knocked off, and he saw. I-I was freaked out, but everyone said it was fine, that he didn’t know anything else about me besides my face... but that was enough. I-I later found out that he paid a minor villain to track me down online. I... I didn’t know that at the time, though. I thought it would be fine. It... wasn’t.”

The silence in the room was heavy. Marvin took a deep breath and continued. “I was out on patrol one day. It was quite busy, a lot of small-time villains running around and disappearing before I could put the cuffs on them. And then I heard on the police scanner that... there was a fire. A house fire. At... at my address. At the house where... where I lived with my grandmam.”

Jackie opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He didn’t know what he would have said anyway.

“I ran there right away, but it was too late. Everything was already up in flames. I-I’m not immune to fire but I wanted to run in. She only left the house a couple times a week. I knew she would be in there. I had to go in and get her. But Tasha—have you heard of her, Jackie? Her super name is Downpour. She makes it rain. Before she made it rain on the blazing fire, she stopped me. She held me back, insisting I couldn’t get myself hurt, and I-I was screaming that I was a Hero, I was supposed to charge into danger, and my grandmam was inside, she couldn’t possibly get out on her own, and she—she fucking punched me so hard she knocked me out.” Marvin’s grip on the bottle tightened. “It took five minutes for her to hold me back. Five minutes when she could have started the rain.”

Marvin looked up. “So yeah. Andras Brand murdered the only real family I had left. And I was pissed. But... I was still a Hero. I wasn’t going to lose control. Even when the next time I saw him he laughed about it and asked me how the funeral was. He fucking did it to get to me. Well, maybe he shouldn’t have bragged about it. Because that pissed me off enough to finally get him. We fought. I knocked him out. I used the new neutrinalin stuff. And that was it.”

The silence was deafening. Jackie could have sworn he could hear the clocks ticking in the shop below. He glanced at the others. Chase was stunned, taking it all in. Schneep looked thoughtful. And JJ had tears in his eyes.

“But you know that wasn’t the end of the story,” Marvin continued. “It should have been. But it wasn’t. Brand’s crimes were bad enough to send him to Byrthon Vault, the highest-security super prison in the ‘British Isles.’” He snorted. “British my ass, they’re only one fifth of the countries. But that’s beside the point. The point is, that’s what I expected. That’s what we all expected. But it’s not what happened.”

“It wasn’t?” Schneep asked, looking more curious than surprised.

“Noooo. Because like I said, Brand was smart. If there was one thing he was skilled at, besides sadism, it was getting out of trouble. He made a deal. Hellferno was connected to a bunch of villains, including some major players. So, if he got a nice minimum security prison and less than a life sentence, he would hand them all over. The offer went all the way to the Council of Heroes themselves. And it. Was. Approved.” Marvin’s eyes flashed orange, as bright as the anger in his voice.

“The League doesn’t... doesn’t make deals with villains...” Jackie said slowly.

“Why not? Heroes do it all the time.” Marvin gave Jackie a pointed look.

“That—We’re taking down the Puppeteer!”

“Exactly the sort of logic the League was using.” Marvin took another drink. “But they did it in a different way than you did with me. I... I don’t know how to explain it. I think it’s because there was more than cold logic in your decision. You weren’t like ‘many villains is more than one,’ it was more like... ‘I think we can help people together.’ Does that make sense?”

“I... Just... keep going,” Jackie said haltingly.

“As you wish,” Marvin said drily. “Well, as you can imagine, when I heard about this, I was fucking livid. No one knew Brand better than I did, and I knew he was smiling about it. He’d managed to play the fucking League like a cheap kazoo. I did everything I could to point this out to anyone. I thought, maybe if enough people were talking about it, the League would change their mind and stick to justice. But no one wanted to talk about it. Other Heroes might have disagreed, but they didn’t want to do anything. And forget about the higher-ups. They just said the same sorts of things. Letting Brand get what he wanted was a route to further peace. Which, like, I understand that logic, but—but no! No! This wasn’t the way to go about it!”

“Maybe... you were just upset because of... you know,” Chase said quietly.

Marvin looked at him. The sharpness in his face softened a bit. “Yeah. That... wasn’t helping things. I know.” He paused, and the sharpness returned. “The League said something like that, too. But not in the way you did just now. They said I was ‘compromised.’ Because I was ‘personally involved.’ And I was. Didn’t mean I wasn’t right, but I was. But do you know what they did next? They assigned me grief counseling.”

“You probably shouldn’t sound so angry about that,” Jackie muttered.

“I’m not angry about the decision, I’m angry about how it happened!” Marvin shouted. “Jackie, you probably have heard of the League-appointed therapists by now. Have you actually had one of their sessions?”

“...No,” Jackie said.

“Good. Because they fucking suck. I never had more than three sessions with one of those ‘therapists,’ because they were all saying the same fucking thing. It all boiled down to ‘hey, sucks that your grandmam died, but time to get over it and get back to work. Time to let it go so you can keep doing the sort of thing that got her killed.’” Marvin shook her head, disgusted. The air around him grew hotter. “None of them listened to me when I said I wasn’t ready. None of them acknowledged the situation with her murderer basically going free. They just said to forget about it. And the insult was that when I got a therapist outside of the League, they found out after two sessions and said that if I kept seeing her, they would dock my pay.”

“That can’t be legal,” Chase said.

“Who fucking cares about legal when you’re in the League?! It’s not legal to cut deals with criminals outside of a courtroom! But the League’s never set foot in a courtroom! The League makes its own rules!” Marvin laughed hysterically. “Who gives a shit, right?! What are the world governments going to do? Sue the guys providing free protection for their people?! No, that’d be crazy!” The laughter slowly died down. Marvin stared at the wall. He looked deeply exhausted.

“Did you do it out of anger at the League?” Jackie asked quietly.

Marvin glanced at him, not turning his head. “I did it because it was the only thing I could do. No one was listening. No one wanted to listen. Brand probably had some sort of escape in the works. Maybe he didn’t. But I knew him. He wouldn’t wait for the sentence to pass. He asked for less security so he had a chance of breaking out. And I couldn’t let him go back out there. I couldn’t let anyone else die.” His voice cracked on the last word.

No one dared say anything. Marvin continued. “So I had a plan. I knew that with my Hero status I could access the place they were keeping him. I didn’t tell anyone I was going there. I just showed up, and they let me in. I went straight to the cell. He was... sitting there. Reading a book in a chair. He looked up at me, smiling, and said, ‘Come for a visit? Do you want to reminisce? I have some memories I’d like to share.” Marvin paused. “I didn’t say anything. That smile of his slipped a bit. I always responded to his bait. He stared at me for a moment, and I think he saw my expression even around my mask. ‘Phoenix,’ he said. And then I killed him.” He raised his hand. A small sphere of red energy flickered in his palm. “Straight shot through the heart. It went through the chair, too. He died instantly. I wonder if he was afraid.” The sphere disappeared. “I turned and walked out, and kept walking. Then I started running. I knew what would happen next.”

“Being declared a rogue Hero,” Jackie whispered.

Marvin dropped his hand. “They told you the policy for a rogue, right?”

Jackie nodded. “Rogue Heroes are high priority. All Heroes in the area are to help search for them. If one of them finds the rogue, they’re meant to call it in so everyone can go help with the arrest.”

“Mein Gott, it’s a fucking manhunt,” Schneep whispered.

Jackie jumped a bit. He’d almost forgotten that Chase, Schneep, and JJ were listening as well.

“It’s a fucking manhunt,” Marvin agreed. “It’s really a miracle that I lasted as long as I did. Almost two weeks. Every couple days I’d have a scuffle with a Hero I’d known, some who I thought were friends, and then I’d have to leave the area immediately. I knew I couldn’t keep it up forever.”

“So you faked your death,” Jackie said quietly.

Marvin grinned. There was something grim about it. “Had to commit. Took a few days to prepare.” The grin disappeared. “I did feel like scum for breaking into a morgue and taking some of the cremated remains. But... I knew they could identify human DNA.” He paused. “Nowadays, decoy bodies won’t work. I hear that last year SepTech gave the League tech an upgrade that could identify who remains belonged to by comparing DNA to known samples and relatives. Not sure how many samples they have, but still. Worrying.”

“So that’s how you did it.” Jackie nodded slowly.

“Yep. I made sure they saw me on the edge of Dublin. I started a fire in the warehouse, left the remains in there, and...” Marvin went silent.

“What?” Jackie prompted.

“You know they have all Heroes’ fingerprints, right?”

“Yeah, they use those for the background checks.” Jackie remembered scanning a picture of his inked prints and attaching it to the application.

“Well they don’t get rid of those. If you go rogue, it’s easy to identify you by the fingerprints.” Marvin flexed his fingers. “So I had to make sure they couldn’t use that method.”

Jackie looked at Marvin’s gloved hands. The horrifying realization slowly dawned on him. “You don’t fucking mean—No. No no no no, you can’t mean—Holy shit. H-how the fuck—how do you just do that?!”

“It was... just as... difficult... as you think,” Marvin said haltingly.

“You can’t be fucking telling me you plunged your hands into fire.”

“You WHAT?!” Schneep gasped.

“I’m going to be sick,” Chase whispered. JJ certainly looked like he was going to, as well.

“It didn’t go well, but... i-it got rid of my fingerprints.” Marvin gave a weak smile.

“Yeah, that would do it! Holy shit!” Jackie leaned back in the chair, unable to stay upright at this. “You really hated the League enough to burn your arms.”

“Well the plan was for it to just be my fingertips, but things got... out of control,” Marvin said haltingly. “I’m lucky I can still use my hands, to be honest. I... spent too long thinking about the fire, and... about my grandmam, and the flames got... big. And then... the rest of the building caught quicker than I thought... and I just kept thinking about...” He trailed off, his gaze going distant.

I’m so sorry you had to go through that, JJ said.

“He didn’t have to go through anything!” Jackie shouted. “You didn’t have to burn your hands off!”

“Oh, and how else was I supposed to get rid of my fingerprints?”

“I don’t know! But you wouldn’t have had to do that if you hadn’t gone rogue!”

“I wouldn’t had gone rogue if anyone in the League had bothered to do their fucking job!” Marvin shot to his feet. The bottle fell to the floor, not breaking but spilling its contents in a wide arc. “Wake up, Jackie! They’ll treat you the same way! They may be telling you that you’re some special great Hero now, but that doesn’t mean they actually care enough to help you when you need it! It’s a fucking tough job to protect people! And they’ll push you through it nonstop until you break or go numb and become their little tool!”

Jackie stood up as well. “That doesn’t mean I’ll kill someone!”

“I never thought I would, either,” Marvin said bitterly. “But maybe you’re right. We all break in different ways.”

Jackie didn’t know what to say, but he wanted to say something. He stammered for a moment, then suddenly—

A musical tone filled the air.

Everyone looked towards the source. It was coming from JJ. He looked embarrassed and pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. Turning away, he checked the number on the screen. Then he stood up. One moment, he signed, and hurried across the room, disappearing into the storage closet for some privacy.

“Huh. Who would call JJ? Don’t they know how one-sided that would be?” Chase wondered.

“Plenty of people do that anyway,” Schneep muttered. “Jameson complains about it often.”

“Well. Anyway.” Chase shrugged. “There’s, uh... a bit of a situation going on here. Marvin, right?”

“Uh... yeah,” Marvin said, suddenly drained of anger.

Chase grabbed Frosty’s leash, letting Frosty pull him into a standing position. “I’m sorry about all that,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry they never let you deal with things the way you needed to. And that they, uh, ignored what you said about the villain you knew a lot about.”

Marvin let out a shaky breath. He nodded, too choked up to say anything.

“And Jackie.” Chase turned to look at him. “You’re right. Murder is bad.” He laughed. “I don’t think anyone here needs to be told that. Even Marvin. But that’s not why he told this whole story. You asked to know why, and he explained. This... isn’t to, uh... justify things. It’s just to explain. To help you understand.” He glanced back at Marvin. “Right?”

Another nod.

Jackie’s head felt like it was spinning. It was so much. It was all so much. It felt like the ground beneath him was rocking, like he was standing on a ship about to go through a storm. The League helped people. The League cared about people. Didn’t they?

But Marvin couldn’t be lying. If he was, he was a phenomenal actor. That grief, that anger, that frustration was all so real.

“You two don’t have to get along,” Chase continued. “But just, like... respect each other, you know? Especially after this guy just bared his fucking soul to us.”

“Yeah,” Jackie breathed. “I... I’m sorry, Marvin. Sorry that... all of that... happened.”

Marvin stared at him. “Thanks,” he said, the word a single quiet syllable.

Jameson returned from the closet, clutching his phone in one hand. “Jamie, is everything okay?” Schneep asked. “You look...” He trailed off.

“Oh, wait, yeah,” Chase said. “You look really tired all of a sudden. What, did you do push-ups in the closet?”

Jameson laughed silently and shook his head. No, it’s just been... an exhausting time for a while. He walked over to the sofa and picked up the remote again, turning on the TV and flipping to the news (which was currently reporting traffic).

Chase raised an eyebrow. “You know we’re still here, right?”

Sorry, I thought some background noise might be appreciated, Jameson said, sitting down.

“Okay, sure?” Jackie said, a bit confused. “Uh... well.” He looked at Marvin. “I’m not... going to leave the League or anything. It’s... hard to, like... match up what you said with what’s already in my brain.”

“You couldn’t leave anyway,” Marvin muttered. “Quitting is a nightmare of bureaucracy, it’s basically only available if you’re retiring from hero work altogether.”

“Uh... that’s another thing that’s hard to match up,” Jackie said. “But as I was saying. I’ll... you said this might open my eyes, and... It’ll be hard to forget.”

“Good.” Marvin folded his arms.

“I just don’t know what you expect me to do with all this.”

“I don’t expect you to do anything. I expect you to think about it. I expect you to reconsider every policy the League has. I’m not asking you to go rogue, Windstorm. Jackie. I’m asking you to... I don’t know.” Marvin shook his head. “I don’t know,” he repeated quietly. “I’m only hoping you’re not as much of an idiot as I thought you were.”

Jackie paused. “Well... I’m still a bit of an idiot,” he admitted. “But I’m not a dumb idiot. If that makes sense.”

“That is arguable,” Schneep muttered.

“Whoa, hey!” Jackie whirled on him. “That’s uncalled for!”

“I saw you for three different injuries, Jackie. I’m sure at least one of those could have been avoided. Not to mention the binding situation.”

“Hey! What happened to confidentiality?!” Jackie put his hands on his hips. “Okay, just out me in front of the super villain, why don’t you?”

“Out? Wait. Oh.” Marvin’s eyes widened. “Oh, you’re—oh.”

“See?!” Jackie gestured at him. “He had no idea!”

“I mean... I-I don’t mind,” Marvin said haltingly. “I don’t really... care. I’m... also... in those circles.”

In the background, JJ silently nodded like Marvin had just confirmed his suspicions.

“Really? Oh, uh... this is awkward,” Jackie said. “I mean, obviously I also don’t mind, it’s just... I never expected to learn that about you.”

“I never expected to tell you. Just wanted to let you know I didn’t mind.”

“Yeah, uh... no one here minds, either.”

Silence descended on the room, thick enough to cut with a butterknife. Everyone glanced at each other, not sure how to break the quiet.

And then—

The TV screeched with static. Jackie jumped and whirled to look at it, as did everyone else. Black and white bars glitched across the screen. And then it all cleared to reveal a familiar face of green eyes and a jagged smile.

“Oh for the love of fuck,” Jackie muttered, covering up the sudden fear he felt with annoyance.

“I know you are watching, Windstorm,” said the Puppeteer, his computerized voice punctuated with static. “I know you figured out what I was planning. But all you’ve done is force me to adjust. Something is happening in the city, Windstorm. Can you figure out what it is? Or where they all are?” He laughed, the sound strange and robotic. And then the screen went to static again, and the normal news segment returned, with the anchor looking confused and worried.

“Shit! Of all the fucking times!” Jackie immediately ran for the window, then stopped. “Shit! I didn’t bring my suit!”

“You don’t carry it with you?!” Marvin asked, surprised.

“I do most of the time, but I wasn’t planning for this to happen!”

“You can never plan for emergencies, you can only prepare,” Schneep said, staring at the TV. “That was this villain. The Puppeteer. What did he mean by that?”

“I don’t know! Something is happening somewhere in the city!” Jackie patted the pockets of his hoodie, even though he knew he hadn’t brought his police scanner or the Red Line. “I have to go figure it out!”

“Wow, um... can we help?” Chase asked.

“Help?”

“Yeah, didn’t you say something about teaming up with this guy to fight the Puppeteer?” Chase pointed at Marvin.

“Your friend’s right, I’m not about to let this fucker get away with whatever he’s trying to do.” Marvin folded his arms.

“And I’m sure I could be of help,” Schneep said.

“I—are you sure, Schneep?” Jackie asked. “It could be dangerous.”

Schneep laughed. “Do you think I’ve never found danger in my exploits?” In fact, there was a fire in his eyes that said he was excited for danger.

“...okay,” Jackie said quietly. “You know the risks. And obviously Spitfire does, too. Um—Marvin does, too. But you two!” He pointed at Chase and JJ. “The best thing you can do is stay home! Where it’s safe! I don’t know what the Puppeteer’s planning, but it’s probably not good to be out and about!”

“Uh... yeah, that makes sense.” Chase nodded. “Do you think it would be safe to take the train back to the apartment?”

“I—Maybe? I can go with you. But JJ, please stay here.”

JJ nodded. He was slumped back against the sofa. I don’t want to go anywhere, trust me, he said. He seemed even more exhausted than before. But... Maybe when you go out for this, you can wear the gift I gave you?

“The—oh. Right.” The bracelets. Jackie chewed his lip in thought. “I think I can do that. I’m not sure how practical it is, but they can fit under the suit.”

I think it will bring luck, JJ said.

“I might forget, so no promises, but I’ll do that.” Jackie whirled around and headed for the trapdoor. “Now everyone! Move out!”

Without even waiting for them to respond, he rushed over, threw open the trapdoor, and ran down the stairs, skipping every other one. His head was still whirling with thoughts after hearing Marvin’s story, but there was no time to waste!

Time to be a hero.

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ithinkabouttzu · 4 months

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Hello lovely 🩷

Could I request a ship? 🙈

Looks:

I'm 4'9 although I like to say is 5'0, my hair is reddish brown with wavey strands and it lands a little pass my shoulders. I have brown eyes and long lashes, plus some freckles on my cheeks and an Italian nose.

Personality:

I'm a little bit shy and quiet but I'm trying to express myself more. I really like making jokes and physical comedy is my favorite thing, I'll do the silliest things if it means someone will laugh. Behind all that, I have my ups and downs and sometimes I need to let it out and cry when that happens I usually get quiet and sleepy.

People say I'm very sweet, calm and peaceful and I guess some dislike it and some don't.

Job:

Well, I'm currently studying to become an English professor, I really enjoy being in a classroom and helping students but I also would love to do many things as I have a Gemini Venus and I guess it likes to roam around.

Thank you honey <3

Thank you so much for your request!! I’m so sorry this took so long to get to you!! I’m just assuming that you requested for BoB but let me know if i’m wrong!! Hope you enjoy! 🤍

I ship you with….

Bill Guarnere!

Song recommendation:

- I have to say… This man, would be totally OBSESSED WITH YOU, okay???

- Like I have this imagine in my head that you and him knew each other way before the war, like maybe you guys grew up in the same area or your families were friends, either way this guy has had it BAD for you since primary school. Whether he really knew it or not.

- Like just imagine little Bill teasing you around and always asking you to play bc he had a secret crush on you 🥹

- ANYWAYYY time skip to pearl harbor when the US joins the war, he would IMMEDIATELY confess his feelings right after hearing what happened, he knew he would join up sooner or later but felt the need to tell you his honest feelings first, in hopes that you might like him back.

- He loves everything about you honestly, He thinks your hair is the most beautiful shade, and those pretty brown eyes.. WHOO! He swears if he could he would count every little freckle on your face (probs has tried before tbh) he finds them so attractive

- AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!! He thinks you being shorter than him is so freaking cute, like he might tease you about it to get you all riled up but in reality he just loves how short you are compared to him. (and he also loves seeing you get all heated too)

- While he’s gone he would send you the sweetest letters, really just talking to you about everything that was going on at the moment, and also reminding you how much he missed you and wanted to be with you at that moment (which was a LOT)

- I personally think that y’all’s personalities actually mix together so well, you’re more of reserved and relaxed but you can still bring a good time with your jokes, and he would actually need ductape to shut him up but he can also be chill when you need him too. It’s so cute because both of you love to make the other laugh, even if that means being a fool for each other which is ADORABLE

- While Bill’s gone he would talk about you almost nonstop, like the guys would pretty much know everything about you by the time they get to England.

- He’s so supportive of you when you’re feeling down!! I could totally see him just wrapping you up in his arms and telling you to just let it out and that everything is gonna be okay. He just wants to see you happy and feels so bad when you’re sad 😭

- He finds it so interesting that you want to be an english professor, I mean like you have to be SMART to have such a job, he really respects your work ethic and he would 100% support you to keep going!!

- Like just imagine him bringing you lunch or goodies during one of your breaks ;(( Like he would take time out of his day just to come see how you’re doing (your other co-workers/peers would be SO jealous might I add)

- And once you do finish your studying and become a professor he’s definitely gonna brag about it to all of his friends lol like just imagine him going on and on about how smart you are and how proud he is of you

- Both of you are pretty ambitious I think so I feel like y’all would do lots of stuff together in your and his free time, like maybe some of the hobbies that you guys can’t always do during a work week? I could see y’all traveling a lot too.

- For dates I think he would love to take you around town and just walk around, he doesn’t have to do much to be happy with you!! Just being in your presence is enough for him to be honest!

- I could see you and him as that one couple that has probably been dating FOREVER and just everyone comes to them when they need dating advice, like you and him probably fight like an old couple but are also crazy for one another 🤣

- OOOH and don’t let me forget how crazy he would get for anniversaries!! Like i’m sure he would go all out in getting you a present and a nice date for that night, or making the whole day or multiple days out of it!! He just loves you so much and wants to show you how much he cares for you

- Overall you just would just be the cutest couple ever 🥹 💗💗

Thank you again for the request!! I hope you enjoy!! 🤍

#ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ships

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getblackout503 · 1 month

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Sorry this one took me a bit longer to post, Burn out has been really getting to me. But I promise to continue writing since we are nearing the end of this fic.

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Raiding the base and freeing all the victims was the easy part, the hard part would be fighting the behemoth that was Zenon. Yami was no stranger to what that man was capable of, an unfeeling, cold hearted, soulless husk of a man. One who had no problem killing if it meant getting things done quickly. So as he watched the trucks drive closer he had to prepare himself for a war, and as he got ready he told Luck and Manga to drive all the innocent people freed to safety.

“Here they come.” Charlotte said, she grabbed her sub-machine gun and loaded it.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Jack cackled. “Whoo! I’m about to make a name for myself yea.”

“I don’t think you walk away from this.” Dorothy said as she prepared for the coming battle.

“You just let people know what happened here today.” He smirked. “When y’all get out of here, have a drink for me.”

“God, you’re an idiot.” Charlotte sighed.

Seven black armored trucks pulled up being led by a black car, stepping out of it was Zenon Zogratis himself. Zenon had a blank face, no emotion, nothing.

“He’s just as dead looking as they say he is.” Dorothy commented as she prepared her nerves.

“What motivates you to attack our warehouse?” Zenon said in a monotone voice.

“A lot of things,” Yami said, now staring down at one of his daughter's abusers. “First, freeing all these victims from your family, second ruining your entire filthy empire, and finally, getting back at you for hurting my daughter.”

“Oh, this is about Amara?” Zenon just blandly asked. “Very well then, let’s get this over with.” He simply waved his arm and all his men raised their weapons.

“Now Nacht!” Yami yelled out, and Nacht hidden in the shadows fired.

All of a sudden one of the trucks seemingly blew up, taking out several of Zenon’s men. Zenon shocked turn the face them, Yami simply smirked at the priceless expression on the emotionless man’s face.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t have a plan did you?” Yami waved his hand and fire reigned from different angles. “We would never fight you head on.”

Zenon and his men took cover and opened fire as well, all the while Yami and his gang fought back. Bullets flew, bodies fell, and yet Zenon continued to stand. Yami knew if they took out Zenon all his men would soon follow, but how would he take him out when he was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. Yami turned his head to dodge a speeding bullet and once he did his eyes landed upon the still burning warehouse they had set to after evacuating it, then it hit him, he knew how to get to Zenon, it was risky but it was one he needed to take.

“Charlotte, I need you guys to cover me!” Yami yelled out.

“What are you planning Yami!?” Charlotte called out, concerned at how he would answer.

“Something stupid.” Yami answered, and before Charlotte could say anything Yami was off.

Zenon in the midst of the chaos saw Yami go off into the burning warehouse, he knew that Yami was the mastermind behind the whole stunt, he knew Yami and his gang were the ones responsible for hijacking his trades, and freeing the Zogratis family’s merchandise. Both non living and living in his mind, so now against his better judgment he went and followed the man into the fiery inferno.

“Didn’t think you’d actually follow me in here,” Yami turned to look at the Zogratis man. “I thought I’d have to trick ya, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Save your pointless banter, I simply wish to end this pointless squabble.”

“Such big words for such a cowardly human being, a real embarrassment to the human race.”

“Like you’re any better than me, we’ve both committed sins in our lifetimes.”

“Yeah we have, but at least mine were for people I care about, and not just for my own gain.” Yami spat at Zenon with poison.

“I do what I need to do to survive.”

“Right, by taking away the freedom of others.”

“Please, they never had freedom to begin with.”

“You sick fuck!”

“Tell me, do you do this for someone? Are you seeking revenge for someone we’ve taken?”

“What do you think?”

“Let’s see,” Zenon slowly reaches for his pistol. “Seeing as we recently retrieved Amara, It would be safe to assume you are attacking us for her. But you know if my brother went to retrieve her then he would never take her here, unless she told you about her past. And in that case…” Quickly both men drew their firearms and shot a bullet, with Yami barely dodging the bullet and missing his shot. “This is merely a distraction, let me guess you have one of your men sneaking in now don’t you, and you have my sister occupied that being the reason she isn’t here, isn’t it?”

“Heh, you’re just as smart as they say you are.” Yami told the man.

“Someone has to be the strategist.”

“Well for all your smarts you sure couldn’t tell I was leading you into a trap.”

“What trap? leading me into a burning building with no back up?”

“No,” Yami chuckled. “By not sending a group to find my guy who blew up your truck and not looking behind you.”

Zenon then heard a gun click and quickly turned only to feel a pain in his chest, now looking up he is met with the face of Nacht.

“Guess we shocked you real bad with the explosion you didn’t have time to send someone to catch me.” Nacht told the incapacitated Zogratis on the ground currently bleeding out.

“Took you long enough.”

“Clam it, I saved you.”

“H-How?”

“It’s simple, ain’t it?” Yami reloaded his gun and Nacht did the same, as well as kicking Zenon’s away. “Nacht saw me leading you in and followed behind.”

“In battle you always have to keep your eyes on all the players.” Nacht said.

“Now, got something else to say Zenon .”

“W-Whatever y-you’re doing, w-who-e-ever is sneaking in w-will never defeat Dante.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“W-whatever you think she is, w-whoever you think she is, just k-know she will never go b-back to you.”

“…tell that to satan…you sick bastard.”

BANG

“Yami?”

“I’m okay…”

“…okay…”

“Come on, the others will need our help to defeat the last of the goons.”

As the men walked away from the now corpse of the Zogratis the flames grew larger soon consuming the corpse, the flames consumed the warehouse once used for such a deplorable act. Now setting the motion for the collapse of the Zogratis’ kingdom, the general dead, the strategist dead, and all that stands in the way.

Is the king of darkness himself.

#black clover #gauche adlai #grey black clover #black clover grey #gauche black clover #greyche #grey x gauche #black clover gauche #gauche x grey #spy au #yami sukehiro #dorothy unsworth #charlotte roselei #jack the ripper #zenon zogratis #nacht faust

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pvffinsdaisies · 2 years

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Alfred and Canada in Cinderella! ^^

Whoo! I am so sorry it took me a while to get to this. Honestly with all these requests I’ve been a bit stuck on what to do 😅 anyway!

I wasn’t entirely sure what you had in mind here, whether you wanted them in the same edit or in individual ones! I ended up making two separate edits, so as not to seem like I am shipping the two of them. In both edits, Alfred and Matthew take the role of Prince Charming. So I’m sorry if that also isn’t what you had in mind!

(Overlays and PNGs are found on pinterest and Picsart. 0 filters used, the colour on Canada’s image comes from multiple different effects on Picsart. I tried to stick with canon images of the pair)

Alfred’s edit also has a coloured version, but after comparing the two I just prefer it in black & white. It makes the clock in the moon more visible.

Hope after such a long wait this is satisfactory!

#hetalia #aph america #aph canada

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grollow · 2 years

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Hi,

For the weird asks: 58, 62 and 66

Hi Slimeel! <3<3

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Oooh this is a hard one. Writing, baking, I have an unusual talent for befriending arboreal snakes that I am told are horribly grumpy to other people, and I can burp at will which is a neat party trick (if a bit gross) adsfjgkjsdkgg

62. seven characters you relate to?

Oooh ooh oh. Hm. This one requires some thought. Trying not to pick characters that I think are super obvious sjfkdsbjgk

Probably...

Hermes (FFXIV: Endwalker, if you're familiar with Endwalker's plot you probably understand how much this says about my mental state, I promise I'm fine)

The Pale King (Hollow Knight, I really hate that he's on this list and I want to shove him into a blender for it but I'm trying to be honest, and he's the character I took one look at when I played and went "Oh god I hate you but I fucking get you" and I keep getting him on personality tests, which doesn't help my self-esteem at all)

Lady Maria (Bloodborne, I identified with her really hard when I first learned her story and it's not just because she's a 7 foot tall amazon lesbian icon -- drowning in regrets is sort of my thing, ah)

Vivi Ornitier (FFIX -- Vivi was probably one of my first real comfort characters, because I can relate so badly to how painfully shy he is. I know I disguise it well online but I am extremely easily intimidated by people and made frightened and I don't stand up for myself at all as a result, I just run screaming into the horizon. I relate a lot to trying to grow enough to stand up for oneself.)

N (Pokemon Black/White -- Listen, I'm. I have no explanation for this but I do relate to N on a deeply personal level and I love him very much for it. He's one of the few on the list I actually really like.)

Grimm (Hollow Knight, okay I was trying really hard to pick from different franchises, but if I leave him off this list I feel like it's criminal, because I love him so very much, he is my heart character in that game and also I have so many opinions and headcanons about him and they sometimes spill out, so uh, here he is)

Asher (Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter -- I'm gonna preface this as I relate to him in everything up to and including Narcissus in Chains and after that the author took a nose dive on his character that I did not think was remotely in character for how she'd portrayed him up to that point, and I've come to hate the character since. But in those early books? Whoo nelly. There is a reason I am named after him.)

If you want to know way too much about me, this cutscene says a ton. Yikes

The fact that most of my favorites aren't on this list is a crime against god. Sorry to: Hollow, Djura, Volo, Emet-Selch. Forgive me, loves of my life.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Orchids, without anything else coming close. I'm such a huge fan of white orchids in general. My ex girlfriend got me an orchid plant that lived for a really long time and I tried so hard but I am a plant murderer so it ended up dying but jhsdjghdg I love them.

#weird ask meme #i took too long picking these characters #i wanted to give a good answer skdfskjfsdkfds #like its a school test #slimeel #thank you for the asks!! <333

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Hiya, I noticed that you take request on Characters from The Thing X Reader stories; I'm wondering if you can write a fanfic between Vance Norris and a bratty reader, who is ignoring Norris to the point where he grounds the reader, but regrets. Please and Thank you

SOME NORRIS LOVE LATELY WHOO WHOOOO!!

You were teasing him a lot lately. Your favorite game is the Silent Treatment. You couldn’t help it! Norris was so easy to fluster. You took all the pens out of his drawer to get his attention knowing he had a bunch of notes to catch up on today.

Sure enough, Norris stomped up to you.

“Give them back.” He demanded holding a hand out to receive his pens. You turn away like he wasn’t even there.

“I know you here me! I need those pens!” He shouts trying to get in front of you to make you look at him. You turn away to look at the TV instead. He turns it off. You go to get up and leave.

“One,” he was counting. Once he got to three a punishment would come after. You fought the urge to grin and kept going.

“Two,” Norris said walking faster to catch up with you.

“Three! That does it! You’re grounded!” He yells. This makes you pause. You turn around to face him.

“Grounded?” You repeat confused as hell.

“Yes! Until you start behaving, no dates, no cuddles, nothing!” He yells. His cheeks are bright red. He’s pissed. You’re heart pings a bit. You only wanted to get attention.. you didn’t want to loose cuddle privileges…

“Not even kisses?” You ask quietly. You loved physical touch. It’s your main love language and now he won’t let you anymore. You’re bottom lip quivers slightly. You might actually cry…

“Well…no we can still have kisses and such. I’m sorry.. please don’t cry.” He coos pulling you in for a hug seeing tears well in your eyes. He didn’t mean to upset you so much..

“I’m sorry. We can have cuddles and all of that but..please don’t steal my things honey. This game frustrates me you know so can we stop?” He asks gently. You nod.

“Okay baby.. I love you” he says gentle with you

“I love you too”

#the thing 1982 #the thing #the thing Norris #norris x reader #reader #jay writes

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pascals-doll · 8 months

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playing dangerous

javíer peña x reader

🫧 based on the song playing dangerous by lana del rey and written loosely around the lyrics

🫧 THIS IS LONG i got so unnecessarily carried away w this and im just such a slut for him speaking spanish yk my mexican ass had to incorporate spanish | wc: 7.5k

🫧 rewatching narcos during mid-terms UGH MY BRAINROT i cant believe this shit took me 4 days anyways for all my non-spanish speakers here are keywords to remember! i used basic spanish for alot so you can also easily traslate the sentences :) if i forgot anything please lmk 🩷

- perico/periquero: cokehead/ slang for cocaine

- bueno: well/good

-esperando: waiting

-ándale/andele: come on/ hurry up

-tómalo: take it

-cíelo: heaven/sky

- agente: agent

- tampoco: aswell/eitherways

- conoció: met/ have met

-cariño/neña: roughly translates to honey/girl (its like a sexy way tho)

-delicada: delicate

- que cosa mas linda: what a pretty thing

-mojada: wet

🫧 description: reader speaks spanish, mentions of reader smoking cigarettes, drinking,club scene, mentions of cocaine, only specific description provided of reader are back dimples!, reader gets harassed momentarily, SMUTTTT, SMUT, slight foot kink but not even only if u squint, dom!javìer, sub!reader,unprotected sex p in v, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, papi kink (SORRY NOT SORRY), no use of y/n, use of petnames (cariño, neña, princesa, doll, and slut), reader teases javì sm throughout the fic.

Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer

No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure

The house was already on fire, I swear I'm not a liar officer

🫧

you grab the outfit your bestfriend helped you pick out. it was a cute set you had bought for tonight.

it was a white halter tank with a slight v-cut, exposing your plush breasts slightly as the top tied around your neck and a white short skirt that had a frilly under-layer with matching pink trimming on both. a bow lying on your back right underneath your back dimples.

your hair was curled down at the tips, wispy doll-like lashes complimenting your face as you apply the slightest blush to give yourself that pinkish hue on your cheeks.

your bestfriend hypes you up, handing you her lit cigarette so you could take a puff “hol’ on, i got us-” youre friend begins.

she bends down, coming back up with two pairs of angelic pink heels “are these not fucking cute or what?” your friend exclaims, handing you a pair.

you let out your puff of smoke, grabbing the heels as you agree how perfect the heels were, they were definitely going to call attention tonight with your cute white stockings. once all put together, you took a good look taking in your dolled upself.

youre skin complimenting the tone of pink, your plush thighs being hugged halfway by your stockings and your pushed up tits being complimented by your small pearl necklace.

you were in a private venue inside a crowded booming club.

“could crowded even be the word ? it was packed to the brim in this club.” you thought to yourself.

it made you feel a bit uneasy as you took in the club scene, the scent of alcohol and sweat taking in your nosebuds. then the fun began.

“another round! whoo!” your friend cheers, lifting her shot glass and then immediately hailing down a waiter.

15 minutes later the waiter comes back with the new tray of shots, each one for you and your friends. you each take a shot beginning the cheer for your friends celebration.

that was, till you were rudely interrupted.

a fair large tall man approaches your venue that was to the far corner. he seemed familiar, he had been eyeing you and your friend early on the dance floor.

you weren’t pleased, to say the least. he had a bit of mean mug and beer belly “how are you fine ladies doin’ this evening?” he slurrs, stumbling closer to your booth where you were all seated.

your friends, including yourself all exchange a look “can we help you?” your friend speaks up, uncomfortable sass clearly evident.

he leans down, getting slightly closer yet a good feet away from you still.

you and your friends gaze leaned down to a small bottle he pulls out, slowly emptying white powder into the back of his hand.

“ándale muñecas, i know you wanna try the best périco of all time?” he says, sickingly close now.

“go to hell and feel free to take that shit with you, periquero” you spit out causing your friends to giggle and ridcule him.

maybe it wasn’t the best choice by the look her gave you, but you were too drunk too care.

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you might’ve been too drunk to care, but Javíer Peña was far from it.

he was here in this sweaty loud club and it wasn’t for fun. he was here for business, his team got a tip narcotraficante’s were out tonight.

Javíer was undercover for the night, his zipped up black leather jacket hiding his green bullet-proof vest along with his gun. he had a list of each guy to keep an eye on for the night and you just happened to get approached by one of them.

he watched the interaction, getting slightly closer to your booth from afar incase of anything. he seen the man eventually walk away from your booth of girls.

the man went from your booth to another private room venue that was across from the club. the mans booth was filled with plenty of more men, all conversating very close together.

the men turn, one of them pointing to your booth.

meanwhile…

you and your girls danced the night away, your frilly skirt moving with each sway of your hips.

all was good, cigarette in your hand before you felt someone bump it out of your hand and grab you aggressively.

“you’re coming with me” you felt a hot breath spit out against you.

your friend screams out, causing a scene as she tries to pry him off.

suddenly, multiple men that were dressed like regulars came out of nowhere and pulling out their police badge to the group of dealers, while beginning to handcuff the one that grabbed you.

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you and your friends finally made your way outside of the club as it closed for investigation.

you checked the time. it was just past midnight. your mind was hazy from the alcohol yet, adrenaline still pumping from the whole incident.

“I hope you ladies are okay. I’m DEA agent Javíer Peña. i just need to get statements from each one of you, if that is okay?” the man who just introduced himself asked politely, notebook in had.

he was tall, towering almost over all of you with heels on. he had a muscular figure and his face having the biggest doe eyes you ever seen on a man, yet he had such a rough complexion with a well-tamed mustache.

you were checking out this little DEA agent, he was a brute.

you meet the agent’s dark eyes and it’s more like, hes taking you in.

you admired his tall structure being hugged by his leather jacket looks at you from head to toe slowly and the way his jeans snug him perfectly.

he took in your dolled up presence. it was something about you that caught Javíer’s eyes.

“would one of you be able to tell me the interaction from the start?” he asks, writing down on his notepad after finally ripping his gaze off you.

you were about to start talking “look, we will answer all your questions. can you please just get us home” your friend asks, tired like the rest.

Javier nods, signaling to a officer “an officer will drive you, just tell me the address and someone i can contact to continue the investigation.” he explains “that would be me. you can just get my information.” you tell him, taking the notepad he offers you from his hands.

you handed Javíer his notepad back “i’ll send you a message or a call— and stop by tonight to continue the questions” he explains, taking his notepad back slightly brushing your hand.

it was your address and phone number, complimented by a kiss stain of your lipstick.

“bueno, ya sabes donde estoy esperando”

your accent rings through his ears as you get into the back of the police car, your skirt lifting slightly giving him a peek of your panties.

he averted his eyes before lingering longer than they should, taking a look down at what you wrote down. he couldn’t help but let a smirk creep onto his face.

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you were home, settled into your light pink nightgown. it was 1:30 am.

the bright moonlight seaping through your curtains.

an officer had dropped you and your friends off at your home around 30 minutes ago.

🫧

Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking

Tell me, do you always work alone so late? Officer

Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown

you smile at yourself, remembering the kiss stain you sneakly planted onto his notepad as you take a drag from your cigarette.

you were waiting for message or a call any moment now.

a loud ring of your phone erupts and its from an unknown number, you pick it up “hello? Im guessing this is agent Javíer Peña” you speak.

“yes this is, i will be heading over there right now for futher questioning. are you available?” he asks. you cant help but feel slightly excited at the idea.

“no problem, agent. ill be waiting.” you reply slyly, smoke leaving your lips with each syllable before hanging up.

it didn’t take much for Javíer to arrive at your house. there was a knock on your door by the time you ash your cigarette.

you get up from your sofa, grabbing your silk robe from where you were seated.

your robe only covered so much, only covering your bare arms and short length of your gown. the silk fabric shielding the thin lace-like fabric of your gown ever-so-slightly; barely even stopping your cold nipples from poking through.

you walked towards your door, opening it to greet the tall agent on your doorstep.

you looked up at him with doe eyes, glistening as the pale moonlight dawned on you.

“I hope you’re having a good midnight ma’am. i am truly sorry to interrupt your night like this” Javier begins, letting you step out the way first to walk through your front door.

you close your front door “well i definitely could be sleeping in my comfortable bed, but i do appreciate the apology, agent”

you tell him, giving him a soft smile at the end of your sentence before slowly walking over to your kitchen.

the tension in the room was high, you could slice through it. you both had longing gazes with oozing sensuality along with every small action shared between you both.

the perverted agent couldn’t help but watch each sway of your hips as you walk to your white marble countertop, your nightgown was so short. he couldn’t help but think about how close yet….so far….

“can i offer you something to drink, agent?” you asked him sweetly, both hands crossed onto your countertop.

the silk of your robe slipping down your shoulder, exposing the strap of your gown.

Looking at me, then suddenly

I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love

Love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

Playing a dangerous game

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“estoy bien con un baso de-” Javíer couldn’t finish his sentence as you lifted yourself ontop your tipy toes to pull open your high-up cabinets to grab glasses.

your nightgown rises, the silk robe completely moving to the side giving him a peek of your plush asscheeks.

Javíer swore his heart almost jumped out his stomach, repositioning his belt for mercy from his cock.

“con un baso de que, agente?” finally down onto your tippy-toes again, looking back at him with your lip in between your teeth. Javíer clears his throat, straightening his stance.

“agua.” he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.

you hand him his glass of water before sitting on your kitchen stool “do you have any idea who the man or the men who he was with were?” Javier began to question, running a hand through his mustache.

“not at all, it was my friends birthday tonight. we went to that club to celebrate.” you begin to explain.

“then why did they approach your booth?” he questions back “he came up to us thinking we wanted his perico, i told him to go to hell and to take his coke with him-oh, i called him a periquero” you jog your memory as you tell him.

“Te ofreció a ti y a tus amigos perico?” his eyes look so focused as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Bueno, tampoco estabas viendo agente Peña?” you say slyly, looking up at him while crossing your legs causing your gown to rise.

now in this moment, the moonlight was shining through your window right down onto your thighs; making them glow.

“you know, undercover and all” you sly out again with a smirk.

you lean further into the counter, straightening yourself up a bit more causing your clevage to expose oh-so-the slightest.

your nipples hardening again with the slight breeze that came through.

Javíer eyes you so slowly. you thought his eyes could burn holes through you.

“thats right, im guessing he did not like that….” he uttered absentmindedly.

his mind still wandering about what else that little night gown is hiding.

“oh…he did not, thats when he-uhm, he grabbed me.” you bring your robe up to cover yourself slightly not wanting to go back to the moment in that club at all.

“are you okay? did he touch you in anyway? he inches himself closer, both arms not leaning on your countertop as his deameanor clearly tenses up.

“he didn’t in that way, no te preocupes cariño” you get up from your kitchen stool, slowly stepping towards him keeping your eyes locked with his.

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Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer

You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything

Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger

“do you flirt with all DEA agents?” he questions, cocking his head to his side.

“do you always work alone so late?” you toyed with him slightly, your foot reaching up to brush his clothed ankle.

“im asking the questions.” he retorts, taking a final sip of his water and gulping deeply.

you could sense you were getting him worked up “hm, not at all actually. you just happen to be one”.

the look in your eyes was so innocent but yet screaming ‘fuck me’.

“y tus amigas?” he question, looking around your empty house.

“they went home, they were drunker than me to be able to talk” you giggle out, your giggle was soft and cheer-like.

it made him smile slightly before dropping as your silk robe slips off your body slowly and slowly.

“do you have a girl? i dont see a ring on your finger”

you brush his ring finger as his hand rested on the countertop “i thought a man like you would be married” you reply so soothingly.

it erupted something in Javíer causing him to slightly jolt at your touch.

Javíer chuckles, his hand moving from restng under your hand to now caressing it “hm, a man like me neña?” he asks condescendingly. you couldn’t help but shudder under his touch, his big hands overtaking yours.

you raise your foot higher, rubbing his knee before reaching his thigh.

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Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating a singer?

The flames are getting higher, so's my desire

It's kind of exciting, don't you think

Then suddenly he's uncuffing me

“nunca he conocido a un hombre como tú...” your foot just inches away from his cock.

Javíer just smirks at you before leaning back from your countertop, his free hand going to grab your foot causing you to jump in shock, almost falling.

he grabs you just in time, pulling you into his muscular embrace.

your nightgown was completely ridden up at this point, your silk gown barely hanging onto your body as your titties are pressed up against him giving him a pretty and plush view.

Javier licked his lips, gripping the material of your nightgown that hugged the dip of your hips.

“Tan delicada…” he mutters under his breath, feeling your soft skin brush against. even your fucking foot felt like cream-silk.

you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper, rising your foot away from his hand to wrap around his waist. your hot cunt brushing against his clothed bulge.

Javíer took a deep in a deep sigh, slightly grinding into you.

“have i done something wrong, agent?” you tease him even more pushing him to the point where he fucks you right here, right now.

“no se neña, you answered the door in this pretty pink gown to a government offical, and planting a dirty little kiss on my notepad” Javíer says lowly, his hand riding up your thigh slowly finding their way to your panties.

you bit your lip at the thought of what you did.

your hands found their way onto his chest, covered by the leather material of his jacket. you grab his zipper, slowly unzipping his jacket.

“can you blame me, agent?” you pout out.

you felt him up through his maroon button-up that was covered by a green vest when you first seen him.

“you throw yourself around like that?” he spat out, almost sounding jealous while hoisting you up with one arm causing you to gasp softly.

he had his other hand hugging your thigh, using it as leverage.

“solo tú” you tell him looking at his rough structure, his big arms holding you up-high like nothing.

the sound of that coming from your mouth was like a drug.

Javíer could hear you repeat it, scream it, say it, and fucking moan it.

he crashes his lips onto you, groaning into them as your bodies are pressed together.

he begins to walk your closer to your clean countertop.

your lips move hastily, his lips almost overtaking yours as his grip most likely left marks on your skin and you loved it.

he made you feel secure and everything more.

your silk robe was on the floor at this point, already been disgarded.

your hands were entangled in his hair.

the feeling of his mustache tickling your lip with each in-sync movement making you not get enough of him.

the scent of his clogne mixed in with cigarette smell overloading your senses as you push off his leather jacket.

Javíer moves his arms, helping you pull it off falling to the floor.

you spread your legs slightly causing more friction between his pressed bulge against your pussy as you sat on your counter.

his hands find their way to your thighs, feeling your soaked-through panties.

“ah princesa, qué mojada-” he begins lowly, disconnecting from your lips but heads still pressed together.

you let out a moan while he begins to rub your folds softly through your wet panties as your hands grip his shirt.

“todo esto para mí?” his tone was insidious, your mind going fuzzy. the only thing on it being him.

“sí, papí, todo pa’tí!” you impatient cry out, leaning back onto your countertop slightly to raise your hips to meet his.

“patience is key, doll. i know you got it, taking your time to put on that cute slutty ouftit-hmph?” he teases, his hand finally pulling your panties to the side.

you cant help a soft smile creep across your lips.

“glad you noticed, agent peña” you thanked him.

he was still thinking about your outfit from earlier while his fingers softly started rubbing up and down your folds.

your ass in that little skirt and how the pink two-piece made your body eccentric.

you let out a mewl, almost a purr-like moan causing Javíer to groan out while laying you down slowly more and more onto your countertop.

he was going agonizing slow, dancing around your soft wet slit “Javí, porfavor” you plead.

slowly getting you more under his beautiful submission.

If you can't stand the heat

Then stay out of the fire

You might get what you desire, boy

Love is strange

Sometimes it makes you crazy

It can burn or break you

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he begins to kiss you again starting from your lips leading all the way down the the nape of your neck, down the small path inbetween each of yout titties, and then down to your stomach; licking a long stripe from your soft-skinned abdomen to your lower tummy.

he inches himself so close to your cunt, dying to see your seeping pussy as his big hands massage the plush flesh of your thighs.

“que cosita mas linda-fuck” he groans out, palming his deeply strained cock in his pants.

you reach your own hand up to replace it, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

your swollen pussy calling out to him, his thick fingers enter your hole causing you to arch your back slightly.

you moaned out, reaching your hips up to slide his fingers in stretching you completely. you leaned up a bit slightly watching him.

both of your eyes meet illuminating under the light coming from street right outside your kitchen window.

“you like this? just wait till my cock takes you full” he let out in a breathy deep tone causing shivers down your spine.

you palm him through his boxers, his jeans around his knees.

your nightgown was scrunched up around your hips as your titties bounce up and down by the rough fucking of Javíer’s fingers.

he just couldn’t get enough. the view of your soppy little hole letting lewder and louder noises.

you tried desperately to have his cock released from his boxers but he was determined on your pussy, his switching in between your swollen wet cunt and those innocent-fucked out eyes.

“m’close! ay coño!” you moaned out, your now erotic-laced accent sending Javíer’s mind into overdrive.

“Quién te está haciendo sentir tan bien-ah, cielo?” you were completely sprawled out onto your countertop with the way his fingers fuck into you.

“tú, papí, sólo tú” you moan out again like it is your prayer, finally pulling down his boxers so his cock sprung out.

he worked you closer and closer as you gripped basically almost ripping his shirt as you popped two buttons open.

“fuck! please! m’gonna cum for you!” you tearfully plead.

your eyes never left his as you pump the thick of his cock and he works you through your first orgasm.

he leans down to kiss you agressively, speeing up the pace of his fingers to work you quicker.

he must’ve been dying to be inside you. they move vigorously as your moans turn to yelps.

the pumping of his cock got a bit sloppy but never disconnecting from his base. your thumb loomed over his bead of precum as you massaged his tip.

Javíer’s fingers were coated with your pearly juices as you pant out.

you lean up, you werent tired. not with him atleast, not yet.

you were desperate to please.

one hand still pumping him, you take the hand that he stuffed his fingers inside you with and suck them clean, looking at him with such eyes.

Javíer runted himself into your hand before laying you completely down with one hand on your chest.

“dámelo papí” you whimper out, the hand that was once wrapped around his cock now trailing up to his chiseled chest and arms.

Javíer aligned you with him, your hips in his hand squishing the soft flesh as his head lowers to your chest, and sucking your nipple one by one.

your hands were running through his back, feeling each flex of each muscle with every movement he made.

once he pushes himself into your wet cunt, completely taking him in like nothing but he was far from nothing.

you felt his thick base stretch you as his long length slowly filled up. you felt every inch of him.

you cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

“esta gatìta tán perfecta” he groans out against your titty, his tongue licking patterns onto it.

you arch your back, chesting connecting to his lips more.

“s’big-fuck” you whimper as your nails dug into him.

“can you take it, princesa?” he teases cockily, slowly rutting his hips in and out of you. you give him a delirious smile; biting your lip.

you rise your hips to slam against his.

he was balls deep inside of you now, causing him to let out a gutteral grunt.

“pussy too tight for you?” you tease back, your nails dragging deep lines into his back as his gaze never leaves yours.

you were a brat.

that was all you needed to get Javíer to retract his hips from yours, just to thrust himself into you even harder.

the smile from your face falls as your mouth falls open and eyes roll back as his hips fuck into you so mercilessly.

“ah, you got a mouth on you.” a smile now appearing on his face.

your pussy took him perfectly, slipping him in and out as your pussy slushes with every movement.

“ay, papi!” you repeated like it was your favorite word and he fucking lived for it.

the way it left your lips like a mantra.

Javíer’s hips fucked you relentlessly at such a rough pace.

you swore your entire kitchen counter was shaking.

your kitchen items like your salt shaker tumbling over and the rack of coffee mugs slowly shifting from their original position on the counter.

eitherways, you were too cock-drunk to care.

the way he fucked you was better than anyone, he payed careful attention to all your behavior, being so keen with his touches.

you could say it was an advantage of being an agent, always having to pay attention.

“tómalo neña, sé que puedes, right?” he tried to keep up his dominate and teasing demeanor.

but oh, were you having him come closer to his orgasm than ever before.

Javíer’s small grunts turning into deeper and heavier panting.

each thrust slowly slowing down as he tried to keep his pace steady, not wanting to give in yet. it was hard not too.

your pussy hugged his cock like fitted clothing, as if your pussy was meant for him.

the thought of that was enough to have him twitching inside you and his mind going foggy.

“you like being fucked by DEA agents?” he spits out, sounding almost devilish as his hand find it’s way into your hair; pulling it.

“mmph! n-no-like i-i said…i wanted you! fuck-nngh!” you babble out, the only thing in your mind being his cock fucking into you.

“wanted me? is that right, neña?” he was reaching his orgasm, hips stuttering trying to keep fucking into you.

“yes! fuck yes Javí!” you began to yelp out, you swore you were clawing blood out of him as he hissed slightly.

“m’so close! m’so close! m’so close!” you babble out, tears forming in your eyes.

“ándele, te tengo princesa” he moans out with you, hips slowing down to match your orgasm.

your sticky bodies pressed together, your hands going from his back to the ruffles of his hair as he unloads his warm cum inside of you, mixing with yours making a sticky wet mess on your countertop.

you share your final heavy breaths together, still interlocked in his arms for a moment.

Javìer helps you up and off of your now sex-coated countertop. you pull up your nightgown, putting your arms through the straps of it “well, i hope i answered all your questions agent”.

you smile at him, handing him his leather jacket that was on the floor.

“ah princesa, i actually don’t do statements. they were gonna have an officer come in the morning, but well…i told them i can handle it.” he explains with a smirk as you walk him to your door.

you were dumbfounded, you werent the only one plotting.

“i left my number on your fridge, llamé cièlo”

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I'm in love, I'm in love

Lovin' hurricane

I'm in love, I'm in love

Love in a hurricane

I've been bad, I've been wrong

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𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam, Dean and Y/N walk quickly through an alley, shining flashlights around. They spot a pool of blood and walk over to it, to find a man lying bleeding but conscious on the ground. He has been bitten in the neck. They crouch over him.

"Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?" Sam says.

"Where is she?" Y/N asks "Where'd she go?!" The man gestures vaguely down the alley. Sam and Dean stay with the man as Y/N runs off in that direction. She stops in the middle of another alley, sees no one. She raises her machete, pulls her sleeve, and slowly draws the machete across her left forearm, drawing blood. She holds the bleeding arm up.

"Smell that?! Come and get it!" Y/N yells. A young woman emerges from a side alley and stares at her, her chin is covered in blood "That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better" The girl approaches cautiously. She holds up the machete, then drops it, luring her in "Come on! Free lunch!" The vampire charges; as she grabs Y/N and sinks her fangs into her neck. Y/N whips out a syringe and plunges it into the woman's neck, who then convulses before falling to the ground, unconscious "Whoo!" Y/N says and pants. Sam and Dean come running, seeing the girl on the ground, and back at Y/N, frowning "What?"

"Cutting it a bit close, don't you think?" Dean asks.

"Ah, that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?" Sam looks concerned while Dean looks annoyed. Y/N looks down at her arm "Ow"

The Winchesters stand in a dingy motel room with old mattresses that line the walls, blocking out all external lights. In the centre of the room, the vampire is tied to a chair, blood covering their face. The siblings stand around her chair, staring down at her.

"You with us?" Dean says, leaning over her. She wakes up fully and starts to struggle against her bonds "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere"

"Where's your nest?" Sam asks.

"What?" The vampire says, looking at Sam in confusion.

"Your nest...where you and your bloodsucking pals hand out" Y/N says.

"I don't know what you're talking about" The siblings share a look and roll their eyes "Please! I don't feel good"

"Yeah, well" Dean pulls out another needle and waves it in front of her "you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood." The girl shakes her head, tears in her eyes.

"Just let me go" She pleads. Sam laughs.

"Yeah, you know we can't do that"

"I'm telling you the truth" She says "I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!"

"You took something?" Y/N asks. The girl starts to freak out.

"Yes! I can't...come down. I just want to come down" Sam and Y/N looks at her with sympathy.

"What's your name?" Sam asks.

"Lucy. Please. Just let me go"

"All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go" Sam says. Y/N nods.

"You will?" Lucy asks. She looks at Dean, who nods in a completely insincere way, then shoots Sam and Y/N a confused look over Lucy's head "Uh, I don't really... um, it's, it's not that clear. I was at Spider"

"Spider?" Sam asks.

"The club, on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks"

"This guy...what he looks like?" Y/N asks.

"He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket...uh, Deacon or Dixon or something" Lucy says "Said he was a dealer...he had something for me"

"Something?"

"Something new 'Better than anything you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink.

"Was the drug red and thick?" Lucy nods. Dean shoots Sam and Y/N a look; Sam is shaking his head in disbelief; Y/N shakes her head "Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with"

"What?"

"Yeah, you just took a big steamin' shot of the nastiest virus out there" Y/N says.

"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something!" Lucy says "No... The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry"

"So, you busted out?" Dean asks. Lucy nods "But it won't wear off...whatever he gave me?"

"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurts your skin?" Lucy nods.

"Yeah...and smells. And I can...hear blood pumping!"

"Well, I hate to tell you this, honey, but your blood's never pumping again" Y/N shakes her head.

"Not mine.... yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop" Sam is looking sympathetic and shares a look at Y/N who shakes her head and closes her eyes.

"All right, listen, Wavy Gravy. It's not going to stop" Dean says "You've already killed two people, almost three" Lucy starts to sob.

"No, I couldn't. No-I I was hallucinating!"

"You killed them, all right? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you"

"No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!" Sam jerks his head at Dean and Y/N, they both step out of the room.

"No, no"

"Poor girl" Sam says.

"We don't have a choice" Dean says. Y/N shakes her head.

"He's right" Sam sighs, and shakes his head. Y/N takes her machete back in the room.

"No... please!" She screams and there is a thump. Sam and Dean watch as Y/N decapitates Lucy, Sam flinching whereas Dean just stays put.

Sam, Dean and Y/N exit Spider, a club with red lights and beautiful young people drinking things and the three look frustrated.

"That was a big, fat waste of my time."

"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground." Across the way, Y/N sees a 30-something man duck into an alley with his arm around a young blonde.

"Hey," Y/N says, pointing them out to Sam and Dean. In the alley across from the club, the man holds up a dropper full of red liquid, and the girl giggles.

"You're sick," the girl says, laughing.

"You ready, sweetie? One taste of this, you'll never be the same," he says. He raises the dropper; she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out to catch the drops. Before any can fall in, Y/N grabs the man's arm, pulls it down, and clocks him in the face. Sam and Dean pull the girl away and shove her towards the mouth of the alley.

"Get out of here," Sam says.

"Go! Go!" Dean says. The vampire hurls Y/N into a brick wall, then takes off at a run. Sam and Dean come over and help Y/N up.

"Y/N!" the two say. She groans.

"I'm good. Come on." They take off after the vampire; as they hurtle around the corner, the vampire is nowhere in sight. But facing them, guns at their sides, are Gordon and Kubrick. Gordon raises his gun. "Shit." Gordon and Kubrick advance, firing freely. Sam, Dean, and Y/N dive behind parked cars and manage to entirely avoid getting shot. They duck behind a wall and crouch, panting, giving Gordon and Kubrick time to reload.

"All right. Run. I'll draw them off," Y/N says.

"What?! No," Dean says.

"You're crazy!" Ignoring them, Y/N darts out into the line of fire, leaps on top of a car, and uses it to get over a second-story parking lot entrance. Kubrick follows her; Gordon stays behind and heads for where Sam and Dean had been hiding. As he rounds a corner, he sees no one, he looks past the car and sees no one. He goes to walk back but a figure leaps down on him from above, sending him sprawling. It’s the vampire. He kicks Gordon in the face several times and knocks him out.

Sam is pacing, worried. Dean is sat on the bed, also looking worried. Y/N enters the dimly lit motel room, making the boys look up to her, Dean standing up.

"There you are!" Sam says.

"Yeah. Sorry. I stopped for a slice," Y/N says unconcerned.

"Nice move you pulled back there, Y/N, running right at the weapons!" Sam says.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass." Y/N continues to ignore Sam and Dean's worry-faces. "So, I guess Gordon's out of jail."

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?"

"That bitch," Y/N says, realizing. She pulls out her cell phone and dials. "Hi, Bela."

"Hello, Y/N," Bela says, while driving.

"Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?"

"No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were," Bela says unabashed.

"Excuse me?" Bela laughs.

"Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?!!" Y/N says, raising her voice in anger.

"Ah. I did fully intend to call; I just got a bit side-tracked."

"He tried to kill us!" Bela rolls her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are three of you and one of him."

"There were two of them." Bela's face falls.

"Oh. Well still, three of you and two of them."

"Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do it kill you." Bela's face drops.

"You're not serious."

"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." Y/N hangs up; in her car, Bela looks at her phone a moment and sighs worriedly.

Later, Dean sharpens his machete on a whetstone, Sam cleans a gun beside him and Y/N wipes down her knife.

"That vampire's still out there, Guys," Sam says.

"First things first," Y/N says.

"Gordon."

"About that. When we find him, or if he finds us... Well, I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options."

“Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him," Sam says calmly.

"Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like," Dean starts to mock Sam in a whiny voice, "'No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong.'" Sam shrugs.

"No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead...or till he is." Y/N's cell phone rings; she looks at it, scowls, and picks up angrily.

"What?!"

"I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you."

"You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you-"

"Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects? I used a talking board to contact the other side."

"And?" Y/N asks.

"Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside."

"Thanks."

"One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. 'Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon.' For whatever that's worth." Bela hangs up. Y/N looks at the phone thoughtfully.

Sam, Dean and Y/N creep down the steps into the room. The bodies of two girls are hanging, headless, and the Vampire is kneeling in front of them, tears running down his face. Dean takes a knife from the table and approaches him slowly; he hears Dean coming but doesn't move.

"Go ahead. Do it. Kill me," he pleads.

"What happened here?" Y/N asks.

"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here," Dixon turns around to reveal his tear-filled eyes. "Never. I just... I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family."

"Oh, yeah, you're such a family man." There's a small pause.

"You don't understand."

"I don't want to understand, you son of-"

"I was desperate! You ever felt desperate?" Dixon says. "I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"

"Well, there's Hell."

"I wasn't thinking. I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn?" Dixon asks. "It's like ... it's like being dead already. So just go ahead." He looks down at Dean's knife. "Do it." Sam inspects the headless bodies.

"Dean, Y/N. The head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off," Sam says. “With someone's bare hands." He looks at Dixon. "Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?"

Dean enters the room, frustrated, and removes his jacket while Y/N follows behind, tired. Sam is seated at the table, poring over maps.

"Man, we must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses..." Y/N says.

"Yeah, me too. Big city," Dean walks into the bathroom and washes his face in the sink.

"It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down," Dean grabs a towel and dries his face.

"Yeah, he'll be unstoppable. Hey, uh, give me your phones," Sam asks.

"What for?" Sam pulls out his phone and takes the back off, pulling out the SIM card.

"Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers, he can use the cell signal to track us down."

"Oh, yeah," the twins pull out their phones and give them to Sam, who pulls out their SIM cards.

"Thanks," Sam stomps on the three phones as Y/N looks out of the curtains. She walks back with a sense of purpose. "Boys, stay here."

"What?" Sam asks.

"Where are you going now?" Y/N pulls the Colt out of her bag, checking it.

"I'm going after Gordon."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Not alone, you're not," Dean says.

"Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you," she looks to Dean, "And I want you here to protect him. He's not after me, and he's turbocharged. I want you to stay out of harm's way with protection. I'll take care of it."

"Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get yourself caught and held as hostage or worse, killed!"

"Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office," Y/N says smirking.

"So, you're the girl with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess. Because, uh, it's because you're already dead, right?" Sam says.

"If the shoe fits."

"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your Kamikaze trip," Dean says.

"Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja."

"That's not funny," Sam says.

"It's a little funny."

"No. It's not."

"What do you want me to do, guys, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with "shut up, Sam" and "piss off, Dean"?"

"Dude, drop the attitude, Y/N," Sam says. "Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid."

"I'm not!"

"You're lying. And you may as well drop it 'cause I can see right through you," Dean says.

"You got no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, I do. You're scared, Y/N. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked."

"And how do you know that?"

"Because we know you!" Dean says.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've been following you around my entire life!" Sam says. "I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Y/N. Studying you, trying to be just like my big sister, who doesn't show fear. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world."

"And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just..." Dean says.

"What?"

"We wish you would drop the show and be our sister again. His twin sister, my big sister. 'Cause..." Sam can't find words; tears in his eyes "just 'cause." There's a short pause.

"All right, we'll hold up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here," Y/N says.

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