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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 12

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 3669

Warnings: Angst, suspense, emotional situations, Dean and Benny being themselves.

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.

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Your birthday was getting closer, but you weren’t really thinking much about it. It wasn’t like you could go anywhere or even be around family. The nightmares came on some nights as well, and they were always the same. On the mornings after those, you’d find Dean snuggled up to you. He never made anything weird, nor did he push to be close to you. Your mind was always swimming with questions, and there was no way of getting any answers.

There was an odd thing you’d found one day, wandering around the game room. In almost all of the rooms, at least upstairs, your parents had hidden things for you to find. So, you’d gone exploring in an all different sort of way. You checked the shelves, the walls, the doorframes, and even along the baseboards but hadn’t found anything.

Then, you looked over at the pool table, tilting your head in mild curiosity. You and Dean had played several games of pool over the last couple of weeks and you’d gotten much better at not focusing on him as much when trying to actually win. One of the places you’d never looked was under it.

Getting down on all fours, you crawled under the pool table, checking along the legs before looking up at the base of it. You tilted your head a bit, and your face contorted with curiosity as you noticed what looked like a hidden compartment that had been built into the base of it.

What the…

You reached up and unclipped the tiny clasp that was holding it closed, and several pieces of paper slipped forward. Thinking they’d fall, you quickly moved to catch them, nearly falling backward yourself. With a mild grumble, you reached up and pulled the papers from their hiding place and crawled out from under the pool table.

Leaning against it, you looked through them. They looked like a family tree or some sort of genealogy chart. It seemed to go back several generations, but what you found the most interesting was that near the pairs of names was an S. It was like that with almost every pair of names on the charts. The last piece of paper was another letter from your parents, and it brought tears to your eyes.

Dear Y/N, This is our family tree. We’re hoping that it will help you. Our family has been keeping track of its lineage for a long time. You’re special, Y/N. Empaths are born to our line every other generation as long as we are with our soulmate. Sometimes, there is no gap, and an empath is born in the next generation. Each empath born will have an E next to their name on this chart. It’s not an initial. These are not the originals but copies of them. There’s a law firm in California that has the originals. The man who can help you is Fergus McCloud. He prefers to go by Crowley, though. All he’s waiting for is for you to contact him. He knows everything, but without you, he can’t make a move against the Vaught family. We’ll be with you in spirit, dearest daughter. Love, Your Parents

You were sitting on the floor at this point, tears again slipping down your cheeks when Dean found you. He quickly went to your side, kneeling on the floor as he pulled you close to him. You let the papers slip to the floor so you could bury your face in his chest and sob. He picked up the letter and read it while he held you, though.

He didn’t push you to talk about anything for the rest of the night, but you did notice how he had disappeared just before he did dinner. You weren't sure what to even talk about or how to form your thoughts into coherent sentences. Dean at least made sure you ate, though, and then held you close during a movie that night, which helped relax you.

It was a week from your birthday when your phone rang. While Dean was in the monitor room, you were sitting on the couch, reading one of the books you’d found in the game room. It was Sam, and that puzzled you.

“Hey, Sam. What’s up?” you asked, setting your book down on the end table.

“I have good news and bad news,” he replied, and you almost thought he sounded worried.

“Okay. I guess good news first,” you told him, a little curious now.

“Good news, your case wasn’t just thrown out of court The bad news, you have to be present because they want you to testify,” he explained.

Your heart began beating quickly while your chest tightened with anxiety. It was bad. Dean was sitting on the coffee table in front of you only a few seconds later.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your expression when he noticed the phone in your hand. “It’s Sam…” was all you could manage to get out.

Dean didn’t hesitate, taking the phone from you and walking into the kitchen. You couldn’t hear the conversation, though. Your mind was racing, and you swore you might be having a panic attack at the thought of leaving the bunker.

Damnit. I’m more level-headed than this! Think,

As you sat there, you forced yourself to take slow, deep breaths and let them out just as slowly. You knew you had to calm yourself down so you could think straight. As you slowly felt your body relax, you realized that you no longer had your phone. You glanced up and looked into the kitchen. Dean was pacing, still talking with his brother.

He’ll get the details, you mentally reassured yourself. It wasn’t like you understood how court proceedings worked or any of the legal jargon most of them used. Dean’s frustrated tone pulled your attention again, so you headed into the kitchen to find out what was going on.

“She can’t, Sam. No amount of protection is going to keep her safe. There has to be another way,” Dean stated, clearly frustrated but also worried.

You leaned against the opening to the kitchen, just watching him.

“Damnit! Fine. I’ll work out how to get her there,” he grumbled before hanging up and looking over at you. “You’re not gonna like this.”

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Here it was, three hours later, and he was right: you didn’t like it. He’d set up transportation for the two of you. Then, you’d gone and packed up a bag of things you’d need for your court appearance. Your nerves were on edge the entire time. The sun felt nice, but it took time to adjust to it again, having been in the bunker for as long as you had been.

Benny had opted to go with the two of you, knowing Dean wouldn’t make the drive on his own, and also knew that he’d never let you drive his car. He’d also been let in on everything that was going on. The two talked, but your mind was far too full of thoughts to pay attention to anything they were talking about.

Your mind raced as Dean drove down the freeway, one black SUV behind him and one in front of him. Due to the complications of the paperwork, they were your escorts. Dean hadn’t spoken about much, and you hadn’t asked. He had at least explained that he was driving straight through to the location in California where the two of you were going to be staying. During the drive, you admired how the outside world looked. It felt like a lifetime ago, the last time you’d looked at anything in the outside world. You would have had the window down, but it was mid-January, and the air was chilly due to winter. Your soulmate’s name still hadn’t shown up completely, and so far, it still looked like rubbish, and it still stung.

You eventually climbed in the back at one of the pit stops for gas so you could sleep while Benny took over driving and Dean sat in the passenger seat. Part of you didn’t want to sleep; you didn’t want to dream. The two up front were silent until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up, the sun was already bright, and Dean was driving again. You yawned and stretched before sitting up to look around. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, another yawn overtook you, and you heard Dean chuckle quietly in the front seat.

“Where are we?” you mumbled, half asleep, glancing out the window again.

“Almost to the safe house. We should be there in another ten minutes,” he explained, focusing on the road. “How’d you sleep?”

“No nightmares, and the back seat is far more comfortable than I thought it’d be,” you answered, noticing Benny was awake but quiet.

It didn’t look like you were in the city anymore, at least not the dense part of it. Dean had briefly described how things would work and that you wouldn’t be staying in a hotel. From what you understood, your case was very complicated. Luckily, though, you were only required to be in court to testify, and hopefully, it would only be once.

Dean pulled the Impala into the garage of a small house nestled in a small neighborhood. One SUV parked on the street, while the other parked in the driveway. You didn’t want to get out of the car, even after Benny and Dean had. Your anxiety felt like it was through the roof, and the thoughts of worry hadn’t stopped.

You didn’t even notice that Dean had opened your door until he spoke, “Hey, I won’t let anything happen to you. It’ll be alright,” he tried to reassure you.

With a shaky breath, you looked up at him, “I know. Doesn’t seem to stop me from worrying,” you replied, barely managing a small smile.

You stepped out of the car, and Dean closed the door behind you. He and Benny shared some silent conversation before Benny headed inside the house with you following. The four FBI agents were already inside, as were two others you hadn’t met yet. They were setting up laptops and monitoring equipment in the living room.

“There’s only two rooms, so two of you will have to share,” one of the male agents told you and Benny, but you were only partially paying attention.

Dean soon showed up with his and your bags, but you were already heading toward the rooms, wanting to see where you figured you’d be spending most of your time. He silently followed you as you went down the hallway, peeking inside the open doors as you went. There wasn’t much to them: a bathroom, linen closet, and hall closet, and the two rooms were identical.

You chose the one closest to the living room because it somehow made you feel a little safer, even though all the windows did have wrought iron bars on them. Deep down, you were terrified that someone would come and find you and Dean and that your nightmare would end up becoming reality. Dean closed the bedroom door behind you, causing you to jump.

He sighed, setting the bags on the bed before he wrapped you up in his arms, doing his best to comfort you. “I know this is hard, but I’ll be here, every step of the way,” he soothed you, gently stroking your hair with one hand.

“I’m just scared,” you whispered, then hissed as your mark burned again.

Dean only let go of you to retrieve the cream from his bag, returning to your side and leading you to the bed. You sat down, still feeling in a daze as he sat next to you. His fingers were gentle as they moved your shirt just enough so he could apply the cream, but he froze.

“What?” you asked, looking at him a little puzzled.

“Nothing, sorry,” he quickly mumbled. He then applied the cream to your mark and fixed your shirt.

You hated when he did that, but with the mental state you were in, you didn’t have the brainpower to argue with him. You also mentally told yourself you’d just look at it later on in the bathroom, even knowing you’d probably forget. Dean unpacked not only his bag but also yours as you sat there, lost in your worried thoughts.

“Sitting there worrying about what-ifs isn’t going to make them go away. It’s just going to stress you out more,” he told you from in front of the closet, hanging up his suit.

“I know. I just…,” you sighed, looking at your hands in your lap, “...I can’t seem to make it stop, the thoughts.”

“Well, we’ve got internet again. We could always watch something that’s newer than what was back at your place,” he suggested, hanging a black dress next to his suit that you didn’t even notice.

“But, the agents,” you attempted to argue, looking up at him.

“So, we’ll bring the TV in here,” he replied, turning around with a soft smile.

“What about Benny?” you asked.

“If you don’t mind the company, he probably wouldn’t mind joining us,” he answered, sitting down next to you.

You looked from him to the floor, thinking again, letting a silence fall between the two of you for a bit. “Why did Benny stop being short with me after you started working at the garage?” you asked quietly, as it had been plaguing your mind for months.

He sighed, “I told him the truth, as much as I could, at least. He’d honestly like to get to know you if you were willing,” he answered, watching you.

That caused you to look up at him, wishing you knew the entire story but knew Dean would only share so much with you. “It might be nice to have more than just one friend,” you replied with a small, quiet chuckle.

Dean smirked playfully, “What if I don’t want to share you with other people?” he asked teasingly.

You giggled, turning his smirk into a smile, “What? Want to keep me all to yourself or something?” you teased back, just as playfully, appreciating how he’d lightened the mood. It always helped you get out of your head.

“Nope. Gonna keep you all to myself,” he teased, making you giggle, but a knock on your door pulled your gaze.

“Come in, Benny,” Dean said, making you look back at him, a little puzzled.

“The, uh, agents want to see the two of you,” he told you, and you felt your heart rate increase again.

“Come on, Sweetheart,” Dean told you softly, taking your hand in his.

With a deep breath, you let him lead you out to the living room. Being around so many strangers was nerve-wracking, even if they were there to protect you and Dean. The entire living room looked like some sort of command center. You even noticed security footage on one of the laptops, which was quickly turned so you couldn’t see it anymore.

I should have guessed they’d have the entire place under surveillance.

“On the morning of your hearing, we’ll be leaving very early. You and Mr. Winchester will be in one vehicle with three agents. Not only is the house under surveillance, but we have agents stationed in key locations. You’ll make it to your hearing,” the male agent told you, and you almost felt bad for not remembering their names.

“Can you just call me Dean? Every time you say, Mr. Winchester, all I can think of is my father,” Dean groaned, making you stifle a giggle.

“Sorry, Mr. Winchester, protocol,” the same agent answered.

Watching Dean groan like an unhappy child did make you giggle, and you also heard Benny stifling his laughter. “Fine,” he sighed, “Benny, help me move the TV to Y/N’s room.”

The agents just watched the two of them move the TV out of the living room, with neither Dean nor Benny giving them any explanation. You cleared off the top of the short dresser, and the guys set it up on top of it. While they were doing that, you glanced over at the bed. It was a full, so you knew the two of you would be able to sleep mostly comfortably. Plus, it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t shared a bed before. This, though, somehow felt different.

“You’re in your head again,” you heard Dean state from behind you.

You turned around, attempting to look as though you hadn’t been in your head. “No. I was just trying to figure out what side of the bed I was going to sleep on,” you attempted to explain. It was kinda true. It had been a thought.

“Pretty sure that’s not all that’s running around in that pretty little head of yours,” Dean chuckled before turning to Benny. “Wanna watch something with us?”

“Sur’ brotha’,” he replied, his accent thick. Benny grabbed a chair from the kitchen while you and Dean got as comfortable as possible on the bed against the headboard. It wasn’t as comfortable as your bed or couch, but snuggling up with Dean helped you not think about it too much.

Benny did chuckle when he came back into your room, though, “You two are kinda cute.”

Dean shot him a look before he went back to flipping through the channels, stopping on Scooby Doo. Benny and Dean shared a silent conversation, which you weren’t privy to, with how you were cuddled up to Dean, plus your attention was on the show.

You didn’t want to think about Wednesday, so you focused on the cartoon, Dean’s heartbeat, and his breathing. You had completely forgotten about earlier when your mark had burned. Dean would rub your shoulder occasionally, and when he wasn’t doing that, he’d rub small circles with his thumb. That night, the agents ordered pizza, enough for everyone at least. It was after that and after you’d changed into some pajamas that things felt awkward for you. Not only did you feel like someone was watching you, but you were staring at the bed you and Dean were supposed to deliberately share.

He’d never climbed in bed with you when you had gone to bed back at your home. You only woke up with him there, holding you on nights you had had nightmares. Right now, your mind was wandering between nervousness and anxiety over the whole thing. You sighed and looked toward the window, then screamed when you saw a shadow there. Before anyone could make it into your room, the shadow was gone.

It was a cacophony of thudding feet all the way to your room as the agents burst in, guns drawn as two of them moved in front of you, pulling you back, out of the room. The other two were checking your closet, under your bed, and looking out the window. Dean pulled you into his arms in the hallway as Benny stood at his side.

“What happened?” one of the male agents asked you.

“There was someone outside my window,” you answered quietly, still quite shaken.

The agent went to the living room while Dean tried to calm you. The other agents who were in your room came out, giving the all-clear before Dean led you back inside. Your nerves were on edge, and you didn’t want to let go of Dean. You were almost holding onto him so he’d help keep your head above the sea of emotions that threatened to overtake you.

“Benny, grab the whiskey you brought,” Dean told him, not letting you go.

You heard Benny leave and then come back fairly quickly. “I was savin’ that,” he grumbled slightly.

“I know, but she needs something,” Dean pleaded more with his eyes than his tone, as that was soft but gruff.

Dean helped you sit down on the edge of the bed before he finally let go of you. He popped the top and handed you the bottle, just as you looked up at him, hoping you didn’t look as terrified as you felt.

“I feel bad-” you began, but Dean cut you off.

“You need something to calm your nerves and get some sleep,” he insisted, holding the bottle out for you.

Your shoulders slumped as a sigh left your lips, but you did take the bottle, downing a little over a shot. You hissed as it burned down your throat. Benny shifted the chair that had been in your room so that it was just outside your door, leaving the two of you alone by closing the door behind him. Both you and Dean knew that the agents weren’t going to tell you anything, so neither of you went to ask.

After two more shots, you handed the bottle back to Dean, “Thanks,” you mumbled, the worry slowly dissipating.

He gently rubbed your back as you focused on your breathing. When he did finally move away, you quickly looked at him, feeling that anxiety come back.

“It’s alright. I’m just gonna get ready for bed,” he again spoke softly, attempting to reassure you.

Out of respect, you forced yourself to look away from him and more at your hands. You’d never been this terrified in your life, and it was more for Dean’s life than your own, which you still hadn’t told him. He finally pulled back the blankets of the bed, letting you get comfortable first before sliding in behind you, then pulling you close so he could hold you in his arms.

It was different than when you’d wake up to him being there. A sense of peace, safety, and comfort felt as though it washed over and through your entire body. It felt like it soothed something deep inside, almost into your soul.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart,” he whispered softly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“You too, Dean,” you sighed happily as your eyes began to close.

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galaxiasgreen · 3 months

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🐣🌱Stuck

Uncle!Ominis shenanigans with minor Ominis/Reader [T-Rated, 1.9k words]

“You owe me for this.” He spits onto the grass. “Next time we play poker, I promise to let you win.” “Oh please. Your poker face is so appalling even I can see when you’re lying."

In the middle of the night, Ominis wakes to his panicked Muggle brother-in-law Connor, whose son James is mysteriously stuck to the ceiling…

Or, Uncle!Ominis attempts to help his Muggle-born nephew.

[read on AO3]

A/N: This is just a silly drabble idea I had. Set in the same universe as ACVAS with Reader implied as Gibby, but can be read standalone. Enjoy. <3

The rock at the window wakes Ominis with a start.

It can’t be later than three o’clock in the morning, and he feels the darkness surround him – you, snoring softly to his left, the utter silence of the world outside, the chill of nightfall along his skin. He rolls over to face you and buries his nose into your hair, thinking he must’ve imagined the noise.

Clack. His eyes wrench open again. There is definitely something wrong.

Cursing softly, he slips out of bed and retrieves his wand. With a quick Revealing charm, he senses the body on the street outside, their hand wound back to toss another rock. It hits the window again before clattering into the gutter. A foolish child, maybe? Only they would think it wise to disturb his sleep.

He throws on a dressing gown and slippers and tiptoes downstairs. Hopefully his own children don’t rouse with the noise; it takes you several hours to get them to calm down and sleep. Another pebble hits the house’s wall just as Ominis clenches his wand and opens the side door.

“Ominis! Thank the Lord. Thought I’d have to break into the house.”

Confusion colours his annoyance. That’s not some kid – it’s his Muggle brother-in-law, Connor.

“Are you aware it’s the middle of the bloody night?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Connor sounds… panicked? “Is my sister—?”

“Fast asleep. Something I would also like to be.”

He swears softly. “All right, you’ll have to do.” He claps his hand. “I need your help.”

“I gathered.”

“It’s my son, James, he…” He swallows. “He’s stuck to the ceiling.”

“So? Get him down.”

“No, Om, he… he’s stuck. As in, I try to pull him down and he just... floats back up…”

Oh.

Ah.

Connor audibly winces. “I’m trying not to panic, but since you and my sister are the resident, erm, supernatural experts I figured I should come to you before calling the fire brigade.”

Ominis massages his head. “How did you even discover this?”

“He knocked on my wall. I thought it was something clattering through the pipes – went to investigate, there he was, suspended mid-air.” He bounces between his heels. “So can you do your vanishing thingamabob and take us there? Please. He’s utterly terrified right now, and I had to leave him alone to come here.”

What are the chances that Connor’s son, Ominis’ nephew-in-law, has developed magic? It does run in your family – you’re a witch, after all – but for the gene to reappear in the next generation on your brother’s side? The likelihood is incredibly low. His own children have been raised in a magical household, but he has no experience with Muggle children developing magic. Certainly you would be the wiser choice to navigate this situation delicately, but he doesn’t want to disturb you, not when you get so little sleep anyway.

Resigning to losing the night, Ominis sighs. “Fine.”

He decides it best not to give Connor any Apparition warning – he’s probably in too much of a state to take anything in – so he snatches his arms and Apparates them to the back garden of Connor’s house. Connor stumbles out of his grip and nearly wretches.

“Good God, some warning, man…”

“You owe me for this.”

He spits onto the grass. “Next time we play poker, I promise to let you win.”

“Oh please. Your poker face is so appalling even I can see when you’re lying.”

“… Touché.”

Ominis gestures for him to lead the way, and Connor pads up to the terrace house. In this area of London the air is muskier, sweetened by the industrial fumes of nearby factories, and Ominis hopes none of his neighbours happened to be peeking outside their windows when they both magically appeared in the garden.

“Keep quiet,” Connor warns as he unlocks the back door. “Matilda doesn’t know.”

Ominis baulks. “You haven’t told your wife?”

“Of course not, she doesn’t know diddly-squat about magic! Would lose her marbles if she caught James on the ceiling.” He swallows. “I hope she’s still asleep. Maybe James has woken her with all his wailing.”

They creep through the house to the highest floor, and when Connor softly announces that he’s coming in, Ominis braces himself for screaming and crying.

“Hi, Uncle Om!” chirrups nine-year-old James. “What’re you doing here?”

The room is small, befitting the eaves of the house. James has somehow managed to nestle himself where the two slants meet above. The skylight is ajar, letting in a gush of a night breeze.

Connor shuts the door behind. “How are you feeling, James? I know, I know, you’re absolutely terrified—”

“I’m fine.”

“— but I’ve brought your uncle to help get you down.”

James makes a confused noise. “How’re you gonna’ help, Uncle Om?”

Ominis purses his lips. He’s not actually sure yet. “How long have you been floating?”

“About an hour now.”

“Are you upside-down?”

“Nope, horizontal.”

That’s good. At least there won’t be poor blood flow. “What were you doing when you realised you were floating?”

“Erm, asleep?”

“Did you dream?”

“I dreamt about flying.”

Ah, that explains it.

“So?” says Connor desperately. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad,” says Ominis. “Just last week, my daughter set her bed on fire, and she’s only two. It’s rather common for… children like us, to develop it this way.”

“Flossie did what?” asks James.

“I suppose I should feel grateful that this is considered normal,” says Connor with a moan. “Please get him down. Quietly.”

“A simple spell should fix this.” Ominis finally reveals his wand from his pocket – it’s a strange sensation when he’s been vigilant about hiding it for so long. “Now, don’t panic, James—”

“Not panicking.”

“— but I’m going to do something that will help get you down. Brace yourself to land.” He nocks his wand. “Finite Incantatum.”

Silence.

“… Was that supposed to do something?” asks James, still floating.

“Hmm,” says Ominis, “that usually works.”

“Well, it didn’t,” hisses Connor. “Come on. You’re a wizard, Ominis—”

“Wicked,” says James.

“— so you’re supposed to be able to fix these things instantly!”

Ominis scowls. “Possessing magic is not the be all end all to every problem.” He flicks his wand down. “Descendo.”

Silence.

“Magic is real?” asks James, awed.

“Just brilliant,” Connor mutters. “I got the only wizard who can’t do this one simple task.”

“If you’d like to try,” Ominis remarks, “please, be my guest.”

“No, no,” Connor whimpers, “keep trying.”

So Ominis does. “Reverte.”

Nothing.

“Finite. Surgito. Offero.”

None of them work.

“This is it.” Connor slumps to the ground, clutching his head. “He’s stuck there forever and Matilda will skin me alive—”

“Brilliant,” says James.

“— and we’ll have to move to the country to hide, only we can’t because my son is stuck to the bloody ceiling!”

“Pull yourself together,” Ominis snaps. “Your panicking is not helping matters!”

“Yeah, Papa!”

“James needs you to stay calm.”

“Damn right, Papa!”

“Mind your language, son.” Connor gets up. “Fine, fine, I will resist the urge to panic. But if none of your magic spells work, what do we do?”

“I suspect I know the issue.” Ominis faces James. “None of my spells are working because you’re keeping yourself afloat.”

James sounds confused. “How?”

“Well, you enjoy being up there, don’t you?”

“Yeah, the view is great! Papa, you have a bald spot on the top of your head.”

“I have a what?”

Ominis sighs. “It’s up to you, then. Close your eyes. Imagine you are floating back down. Imagine your feet on the ground.”

For the first time all night James sounds unsure. “Okay…” Ominis senses him clenching his fists, deep in thought. “Float back down… float back down…”

The air shifts; his body begins to slowly descend.

“It— it’s working!”

“Good. Keep doing it.”

James lets out a soft grunt, trying to reach down as he goes.

“Yes, that’s it, son,” says Connor. “Keep it up—”

But then James hesitates, two feet from the floor. “Aw… but I liked flying.”

“No!” Connor bellows. “No, please, don’t go back up!”

“Focus,” Ominis commands. “Feet on the ground!”

“But what if I don’t ever fly again?”

“You will. On a broom, where it’s safe.”

“On a broom? But I can fly without one!”

He starts going higher and higher, and Connor’s panic hits peak.

“No, no—! Son, please.”

“I’m all right, Papa!” he says cheerfully, back up on the ceiling again. “I’m like a bird! Wheeeee!”

Connor suddenly grabs Ominis’ shoulders. “It’s no use. He’s too excited!”

Ominis winces. “Then I’m afraid we’re going to have to employ my last resort.”

“And that is?”

“Grab a leg each and yank him down.”

“God Almighty,” Connor curses. “Fine. I’ll take the left, you take the right.”

They grab a leg each, and though James initially jerks, his body simply floats back up, this time trying to take them with him. Ominis jabs his heel into the foot of the bed, but he might as well be trying to move Buckingham Palace.

“James,” Connor begs, clearly having the same problem. “For the love of God, please come down!”

“Look, Papa!” James cries. “I can take you with me!”

Ominis’ feet leave the floor, and he can’t help the embarrassed yelp that leaves his mouth.

“James!” Connor shrieks. “P-Put us down!”

“Now you’re both flying! Hurrah! Isn’t this fun?”

“No!” shrills Ominis. “For Merlin’s sake, James—”

The door suddenly opens. Matilda lets out a quiet yawn.

“What’s going on in—?”

She stops. Notices James stuck to the ceiling, with Ominis and Connor holding one leg each.

“Oh, Mama!” says James. “Want to see what else I can do?”

The bed promptly sets on fire.

Matilda screams.

“So James has magic now?”

That next morning, Ominis woke feeling like he was run over by the Hogwarts Express, owing to the menial two hours sleep he managed to snatch after returning back home during sunrise. Bracing his head over the steam of his teacup, he flicks idly at his buttered toast, desperate to keep his eyes peeled open.

“Yes, James has magic,” he responds, monotonous.

“A Muggle-born like me! That’s so wonderful,” you say, and you place the bowl in front of Flossie. She gurgles, spooning herself the food but letting half of it drip down her chin. “How did Matilda take it?”

“After I doused half of James’ room, she threatened to call the police and tried to exorcise us with holy water? Rather well, considering.”

“Well, it’s nice that everyone in the family knows now. No more secrets! Oh, that means he’s going to get his Hogwarts letter soon! How amazing! We’ll have to groom him for Hufflepuff. I don’t think he has the temperament for Slytherin.”

After last night, Ominis isn’t so sure. Massaging his forehead, he sips his tea, begging his brain to unfog.

The doorbell rings.

“No, darling, food goes in your mouth—” But his daughter giggles again, and you mumble, “Sorry, Ominis, Flossie’s being funny, can you get it?”

He gets to his feet, even though he feels like collapsing, and heads downstairs, irritated that the postman has the audacity to visit so early. When he opens the door, however, he’s surprised to come face-to-face with his Muggle brother-in-law… and his not-so-Muggle nephew.

Connor sounds ragged. “‘Mornin’, Ominis.”

“Hi, Uncle Om!” James grabs Ominis’ sleeve and bounces on his feet. “I got a letter this morning to go to magic school! Papa says you and Auntie went there, so can you teach me more magic? Please? Pretty please?”

Ominis groans.

Fin.

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Carrion

A Supernatural Story

~He always was The One, and no matter what, Y/N couldn't deny him...~

Demon!Dean x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

3,018 Words

Warnings: Angst. Injury. Demonic Fuckery

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“You really think you can do this?”

His voice was deeper than she remembered, echoing slightly off the concrete walls. His smug laugh punched her in the gut and Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek, desperate to pull up her best poker face. Not that it would matter; he could always call her bluff.

“Actually, yeah,” she replied as calmly as she could. “I think we already have.”

He offered a smirk; pearly white teeth peeking out like fangs from behind his ruddy lips. “You can’t cure what I got, Sweetheart.” He blinked and the demonic darkness appeared, flooding the green and taking away everything that was Dean. “Besides, I don’t wantcha too.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Didn’t ask for it, don’t want it. Thanks but no thanks.” He dipped his chin and Y/N shook her head at him, pulling up a smile.

“Well, I didn’t ask to spend my summer chasing you around the country with your half-crazed brother, but...we get what we get.” Turning her back on him, she pulled the second syringe of consecrated blood from the pack and uncapped the needle. Dean held her gaze as she walked to him, blood in hand, ready to proceed. He visibly cringed when she stopped by his left arm and batted her lashes sarcastically at him. “And don’t call me ‘Sweetheart’, dick.”

She could have been kinder, gently pressed the needle into his forearm, but he’d been riling her up for the better half of an hour, and it felt good to stab something, even if it was Dean.

He grit his teeth and tried to hold in the scream, but the blood burned in his veins, making his body shake with fever and pain. It exploded through him; holy acid to wash away the demon.

When the blood was gone, Y/N pulled back and bit her tongue as he convulsed, trying not to panic. It was almost the same as when Sam had done the first round, but something was different. Dean didn’t seem to fight it as hard, losing the battle against his scream a bit sooner. It rang loud through the dungeon and her heart broke for the man she used to love.

Hissing and panting, Dean regained a fraction of composure and cracked his neck loudly. “That is… fucking uncomfortable,” he grit.

“Is it?” she asked, trying to sound uncaring and above him. “Good.”

With a huff, he stilled, eyes blinking back to familiar green. The forest called to her, but Y/N kept her distance.

“Why’s that good? You suddenly enjoy torturing your friends?”

The word cut like a hot knife through her heart and Y/N flinched.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Dean said with a pout. “Friend. Hurts, doesn’t it?”

She licked her lips and squared her shoulders, refusing to let him win. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but do us both a favor and shut the fuck up.” She popped the P and turned on her heel, hiding the hurt in her eyes. He knew just what he’d done, knew how that word hurt her, knew why.

“Oh, come on, Y/N/N,” he teased; the clench in his jaw giving away the pain he still felt. “Don’t leave me now, we’re just getting started!”

A bottle of holy water stood on the table next to her and Y/N grabbed it, flipping the cap as she spun back around, splashing his freckled face with the blessed liquid. His flesh sizzled and steam filled the air around him as he yelled.

“Fucking bitch!”

The bass in his voice made her shiver and Y/N backed away quickly.

Dean gasped and shook himself. Demon versus human, battling for the cracks in his soul. “You can throw holy water at me all you want, but it ain’t gonna change nothing.”

Y/N pressed her palms into the table, holding herself steady. She refused to look at him, keeping her eyes on the tools at her disposal. “Yeah, but it’s fun.” Her voice cracked and she shut her eyes, hating the tremor in her lips.

“You can’t do it,” he went on, mocking her, tempting her. “You love me too damned much.”

Her heart nearly stopped and Y/N sucked in a shocked breath. Her spine stiffened but she clung to the table edge, trying to stay calm.

“Yeah, there it is.” Dean laughed. “Love. The ultimate ‘fuck you’, isn’t it?” Testing the ropes again, he twisted his wrists and shifted a bit in the seat. “When you fall in love, you’re vulnerable. Your priorities change, your brain stops working the way it should. It’s a liability: love.”

“Are you ever going to shut up?”

Dean smirked, knowing he was getting to her. “It’s a shame, really. You used to be a good hunter. Not great, mind you, but good. Competent. But then something happened. You let yourself fall in love, and that’s when it all went down hill, didn’t it?”

Y/N grit her teeth and took a deep breath; nails digging into the table.

“Your mind started playing tricks on you,” he continued, slowly drawing out her emotions, enjoying watching the muscles in her back tense, the color change in her cheeks. “It wasn’t just fun, harmless flirting after a while, was it? You fell and you fell hard. Started thinking what we had was more than we did. You let yourself dream of a future with me, let yourself believe it as if anything could really happen between us.”

His laugh was cruel and Y/N closed her eyes, begging the tears to stay back.

“Honestly, I just felt bad for you,” he said simply. “The last two times we fucked, it was just out of pity. Well, and to shut you up. Sad thing is, Sam always kinda had a thing for you.” He leaned forward as her eyes turned to him. “Guess you picked the wrong Winchester,” he whispered, the devil on his tongue.

“Fuck you,” she snapped, tossing the bottle at him once more. The bulk of the wave barely reached him, but what did shut him up, searing his skin and making him groan painfully.

“Wanna know a secret?” he asked, out of breath and exhausted. “When I get out of this chair, I’m going to rip your heart out and stomp on it.” Again, he broke into a sick laugh. “How’s that for love?”

Y/N slammed the door behind her, but she could still hear his cackling. It dug into her bones, twisted and churned inside of her like a wayward curse. She took a moment, pressing her back to the wall, letting the cold of the tile seep into her flesh.

With her eyes closed, the tears fell, a silent betrayal of her strength. Everything he’d said was true; nothing they didn’t both know, but to hear it from him, to feel the disdain in his tone, it was gutting.

“You OK?”

Sam dropped a heavy hand on her shoulder and Y/N looked up, blinking away the tears.

“Yeah,” she lied, clearing her throat. “Just needed a moment.”

Sam nodded thoughtfully. “He’s getting to you, huh?”

She looked away, eyes following the lines in the tile towards his old room. The room they’d carried his body to, the room they’d found empty just hours later.

“Nah.” She wiped at her cheeks, slapping the wetness away. “Just hot in there. Did you get a hold of Cas?”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, but he’s…”

She looked up expectantly.

“He’s on his way.”

Y/N pulled in a deep breath and let her shoulders fall. She rolled her neck and set her jaw, ready for more. “Alright then. Backup’s on its way- let’s do this.”

She hung back, hiding in the shadows around the edges of the room while Sam took the lead. Dean had a field day with his brother, taunting him in ways she couldn’t have dreamt up in her darkest imagination, slowly chipping away at Sam’s resolve.

Sam stood strong through it all, fighting back when he couldn’t hold it in anymore, standing tall through each of Dean’s lies and verbal jabs.

When he couldn’t break Sam, Dean turned his eyes to Y/N, following her slow trek around the perimeter, surely counting each heartbeat that pounded in her chest when he smiled so slickly at her. She refused to answer his catcalls, never took a step closer, skirting the walls like a thief in the night, hidden and silent, waiting, watching.

The next dose of blood was worse than the last.

Y/N turned her face as Dean screamed, his blood boiling, his body convulsing in pain as the cure worked on him. His voice was deafening and Y/N pressed her forehead against the stone wall, hoping the chill would calm her soul. bly shaking, Sam walked away, leaving her alone once more with the demon.

Dean was gasping, head down resting on his chest, eyes closed, shoulders shaking.

Y/N took a step into the light.

“Dean?”

He didn’t respond, had no snappy words to break her heart with. He tried to lift his head, but his body was too weak. “Is that- that all you got?” he chuckled, expelling just enough breath to make a sound.

Y/N grabbed the Demon Knife from the table and moved closer, stepping into the circle. “Dean, look at me.” Worry laced her words and he did his best to oblige. His head rolled to the side but he managed a pathetic smile.

“What, you gonna slice me open now?”

“What? No. Shit.” She tossed the knife back onto the table and went to him, stopping at arm's length. “Are you OK?”

His breath was shaky, shallow but heavy; she could see it in the quick rise and fall of his thick chest. “No. I’m not OK. I’m-” His eyes rolled back for a second and his face contorted with pain. “I think I’m dying.” He let out a sad laugh at that. “Again.”

“You’re not dying.” Y/N held her breath as he coughed badly, a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Shit.”

Dean’s tongue darted out to lick away the blood and he shook his head, grinning righteously at her. “See? You’re fucking killing me with this- this cure.”

“We’re saving you.”

Dean spat at her feet; a tiny puddle tinged with pink. “Agree to disagree.”

Y/N shook her head. “Did you really think we wouldn’t come save you? Did you think we’d just let you run around killing people, dropping bodies wherever you went?”

“Hey, most of those were demons,” he corrected, shifting in his seat. His lips twitched as a sharp pain struck his spine.

“Whatever.” Y/N stepped back and jumped up to sit on the edge of the table, swinging her feet above the Devil’s Trap. “We looked everywhere for you.”

Dean looked up at her through thick lashes. “No one asked you to save me. I left for a reason.”

“Crowley tricked you.”

“Crowley didn’t do shit. I left. Me. I chose to leave.”

Y/N crossed her arms, shook her head. “No.”

“No?” His laugh was cut short by a pained grunt and his body twisted from the middle. “I could have stayed. Coulda come running down the hall screaming your name. Y/N, I’m alive!” He winced and clenched his jaw. “But no. I left. Take the hint.”

“You’re being cruel,” she whispered, lip trembling. “This isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me, you...pathetic…” Pain gripped him tight, strangling his words, his breath. “You- pathetic...cun-” He screamed again; his entire body clenched until his limbs shook. His face turned bright red and Y/N watched his struggle, green eyes flickering to black and back again too quickly for her to count how many times.

“Dean?” Her feet hit the floor.

No breath, no movement, not even a scream.

“Dean!” She shook his shoulder, uncaring of the danger. “Come on, dammit!” She touched his cheek and Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“Y/N?” His throat was raw, his voice soft. He looked up with clear, wet eyes filled with fear. “Help me.”

His plea tugged at her heart but she took a step back, her hand dropping from his face. “What?”

He swallowed hard, cringing at the pain of it. “Please,” he begged, panting and weak. “Please, you have to help me. This-the blood is killing me. Please, Y/N/N.”

Y/N screwed her eyes shut tight and shook herself. “No. I can’t.”

He coughed again, hard; the echo rang in her head. “I’m-I’m so sorry.”

Tears were back in her eyes and she struggled to ignore them, to push aside the tightness in her chest, the guilt. “What? What are you saying?”

He looked up, eyes just as wet as hers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean anything I said before. It’s… I can’t…” He lost his breath, choking on nothing, on the weight of his choices. “Help me.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek and Y/N reached out to catch it, brush it away. Her palm lay flush against his skin and Dean leaned in towards her touch, closing his eyes as the small taste of comfort wrapped around him.

“I need you,” he whispered, lips barely moving.

Y/N broke, falling to her knees in front of him, her hand still holding his face, thumb swiping away at another tear as it trickled down. “I’m here, Dean. I’m going to help you. We’re going to save you, I promise.”

He nodded gently and a soft smile pulled at his raw lips. “I know.”

Both eyes were wet now and Y/N pushed up on her knees, cradling both his cheeks, holding him lovingly.

“I think it’s working,” she said with a hopeful smile. “Dean… you’re crying. You’re… I think it’s working. Do you feel different? Anything?”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “I-I think so.” Green eyes opened, locking on hers. “I love you, Y/N,” he said suddenly, his face twisting with familiar guilt. “I’m so sorry I never said it before, but I do. I always have.”

Of the million things she thought he’d say, that wasn’t even in the top thousand. Her heart swelled, the tightness in her chest lifted just a tiny bit. “I…”

Dean dropped his chin and his forehead brushed against hers. She shivered and leaned up closer, unconsciously reaching for his lips.

“I love you too, Dean.”

The kiss was slow, soft, full of pain and apology. Y/N held onto him, refusing to let go as they struggled to breathe around the kiss, their mouths hungry for each other. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, Y/N came alive, something deep inside of her sizzling like water in a pan.

“I need you, Y/N,” he said again, breath hot on her cheek. “Please.”

Her mind in a fog, Y/N climbed into his lap, knees pressing into the small space beside his hips. She kissed him like it was the first time and the last all rolled into one; excited and sad, scared and aroused. Her fingers tugged through his hair, marveling at the length, using her grip to turn his face where she needed.

She moaned his name as his tongue traced the shell of her ear, teeth scraping the tender dangling flesh at the end. “God, I missed you…”

Dean bit down on her shoulder and bucked his hips, sending Y/N into a frenzy. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips over him, grinding down on the hardness growing in his jeans. “Fuck.”

“Untie me,” he whispered, “just one hand and I can make you feel so good, Y/N, please.”

Her head was swimming, blood singing with lust and love. “I… no, I can’t.”

He licked at her pulse, sucked a heavy kiss against her throat. “Please, baby,” he growled, “just one.”

He bit down a little too hard and Y/N snapped out of the spell, the clouds lifting from her mind. “Wait. No! Fuck!”

She sat back and Dean grinned devilishly.

“Ya know what?” he said, cracking his neck, “I don’t need your help. I think I can get it myself…”

When Sam returned, the door was open. Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he walked in, breath instantly halting as he saw the empty chair, its broken arm, the frayed ropes.

Dean was gone.

Sam rushed inside and fell to his knees. Y/N lay at the foot of the chair, clothes torn and hair a mess.

“Y/N!” He reached for her, carefully turning her onto her back. She was breathing but barely, her face and throat splattered with blood. “No, no, no…”

Her eyes fluttered open and she pulled in a heavy breath. “Sam-”

“Hey. Hey, it’s OK. I got you.”

She shook her head and winced as she tried to sit up. Pain spread through her body from the top down and she grit her teeth, trying to stay strong. “He tricked me. He’s…you have to stop him.”

Sam huffed out a deep breath. “I will. I promise.”

Dean’s voice echoed through the halls and they both turned, fear shrouding their faces. “Come on, Sammy. Wanna hang out with your big brother? A little quality time?”

Y/N shuddered. “Go. Hurry.”

Sam grabbed the Knife from the table as he ran off, leaving Y/N to pull herself together.

She stood slowly, every inch of her aching where his fists had landed; not a part of her left unmarred by his attack. Her chest burned as she moved and Y/N pressed a hand to the letters he’d carved into her skin, a lesson, a warning, a horrid joke she could never forget.

L O V E

“It’s a liability,” he said, rounding off the O with the tip of the knife. He held her down, arms pinned beneath his knees, throat closing under his fist. “I warned you…”

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what the fire gave us (teaser) | jjk

You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

↳ pairing: shadow elemental!jungkook x water elemental!(f)reader

↳ teaser wc/date: 916 | may 2023

↳ teaser warnings: hobi and jk get in a physical fight but it's playful

↳ notes: i'll post the fic this weekend! it's part of the spring offering collab, so pls check out the other works~ this is very different than what i've written so far. i hope you all enjoy it! let me know if you like it, and i look forward to sharing the whole thing with you soon 💜

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↳ what was jai listening to? cyberpunk - ateez

As Hoseok bounds toward you and Namjoon, a dark tornado spins beside him. When he gets closer, you can see that Hoseok occasionally blows a small gust of air toward the tornado. It appears to be made of smoke, a gradient of grays and blacks.

“Look at this,” your friend announces with a mischievous grin. “Me and JK learned a new trick.”

With a quick snap of Hoseok’s fingers, you and Namjoon watch in patient silence as the tornado begins to slow its speed. Almost gently, the smoke curls tighter and tighter, until the darkness turns into a solid mass.

Jungkook stumbles a few times as he attempts to get his footing. His limbs continue to propel his body into a small spin.

Hoseok quickly reaches out to grab the younger boy. Secure hands squeeze his shoulders, and then it’s only Jungkook’s head lolling about on his head.

“Cool, right?” Jungkook’s voice is gruff, but his lips curl into a weak smile.

Namjoon lets out a long sigh. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

Although Namjoon is right, Jungkook does look like the effort of his little party trick took a toll on his body, you can’t help but match his smile. Especially when his eyes flick toward yours. You told his gaze for half a second before Jungkook is quickly looking away again. His cheeks flush pink, but you’re sure it’s from the exertion of all that spinning.

“I think it’s really cool,” you praise the two while elbowing Namjoon in the ribs. With a grumble, your sparring partner returns to his previous stance a few feet away from you.

“We should go again. Just for a little while longer.”

Every muscle in your body feels stiff when you turn away from Hoseok and Jungkook.

“I hurt all over, Joonie.”

“Let her rest!” Hoseok adds to your whining. “All we ever do is practice fighting.”

“Sparring.”

Hoseok waves a dismissive hand at the younger man. “Whatever you want to call it. I find it to be fri-”

You stifle a laugh by pressing the back of your hand to your mouth as Hoseok is tackled to the ground by Jungkook. The two men roll around, all arms and legs, kicking up dead grass and dirt. There’s a lot of howling and teasing laughter that rings through the open air.

It isn’t until Jungkook is launched into the sky by a gust of wind you all know comes from Hoseok and lands rather roughly on his back that the playful fight ceases. How Jungkook lands knocks all the air out of his chest, but he laughs once his lungs start working again.

“Ridiculous, all of you.” Hoseok brushes grass from his clothes. It’s futile; they’re dirty and ragged anyway. Try as you and Namjoon might to use your Gifts to clean the clothes, water does little when there’s no soap.

“I let you win,” Jungkook teases. Still, he stands a bit further from Hoseok than he had previously. Not far enough for anyone to notice, aside from you. You notice, although you don’t mean to. It’s hard not to when Jungkook keeps stealing glances, only to look away when you try to return his gaze.

“You did not.”

“Did, too.” His insistence makes you giggle.

“And how did that work out for you? Hmm? How does your back feel? I know you landed on that rock.”

“I-It, it doesn’t hurt.” Jungkook glances your way. His cheeks are still pink. “Would take more than that to hurt me.”

“Jungkook is impossible to beat.”

You startle at the gentle voice, spinning on your heels to see Yoongi approaching the group. He’s got a leather satchel strapped across his chest and resting at his hip. It bulges with what you assume are plants and fruits scavenged from the woods.

“Boy Scouts,” is what Yoongi offered when you asked how he knew so much about surviving in nature. It was peculiar; nothing about Yoongi seemed like the type. He’s tougher, more steel than wood or earth. A bulletproof shield, you think. Broad and strong.

“Impossible?”

Your question is meant to be a tease, but Yoongi’s face remains stoic. Such a serious look only reveals itself when he’s assuming his position as the leader of your misfit group. It would be extremely attractive if it didn’t scare you.

“How can you fight shadows?” Yoongi deadpans. He stares into your eyes long enough to make your face feel hot, but you don’t look away.

“I…”

Yoongi hums at your lack of an answer. Suddenly, you feel unbelievably small.

“It’s not impossible,” Jungkook whispers. His head hangs low, long bangs hiding his face. The rest of his hair is tied into a bun at the nape of his neck. “I’m just as beatable as you, hyung.”

Something about Yoongi’s expression softens at the honorific. Formalities died long ago, along with many other traditions that once made Korea what it was. Many things died during the war, both tangible and cultural - lives and ways of being. Now, the Republic is something you know your friends no longer recognize. Although it is not your home country, your heart aches for what it once was - something you will never have the privilege to experience because you arrived during the Restoration of the Republic - a fallacy of an era since the country was never restored to how it was.

Perhaps that is best. It is easier to mourn the loss of something you never knew.

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gonna-need-you-to-not · 1 year

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Spn Episode Categories

Today in "Is it Autism or ADHD?", I put all the Supernatural episodes into categories by episode name.

ALLITERATION Dark Dynasty Monster Movie Plucky Pennywhistle’s Magical Menagerie Soul Survivor Tall Tales Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes Various and Sundry Villains War of the Worlds

BELIEVE Clap Your Hands if You Believe Do You Believe in Miracles

BIBLICAL Exodus In the Beginning Inherit the Earth Lazarus Rising Lucifer Rising Moriah Proverbs 17:3

BLOOD Blood Brother Bloodlines Bloodlust Bloody Mary Dead Man’s Blood First Blood Fresh Blood Let It Bleed My Bloody Valentine There Will Be Blood

BOOKS Bedtime Stories Book of the Damned Fan Fiction Meta Fiction Reading is Fundamental Slash Fiction The Monster at the End of this Book

CHILDREN Adventures in Babysitting Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things Destiny’s Child I Believe the Children are Our Future Pacman Fever Playthings Slumber Party The Kids are Alright

COLOURS Black Crossroad Blues Paint it Black Red Meat Red Sky at Morning Yellow Fever

DEAD or ALIVE Advanced Thanatology Bring Em Back Alive Dead in the Water Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid Death Takes a Holiday Death’s Door Defending Your Life In My Time of Dying It’s a Terrible Life Live Free or Twihard Rock Never Dies

DEVIL Beat the Devil Devil in the Detail Devil May Care Devil’s Bargain Devil’s Trap Sympathy for the Devil The Devil You Know

EMOTIONS Everybody Hates Hitler Everybody Loves a Clown Love Hurts Optimism We Happy Few

FAMILY All in the Family Family Feud Family Matters Family Remains

FIRE/HEAT Caged Heat Halt and Catch Fire Out of the Darkness Into the Fire

FIRST/LAST/NEW/OLD First Born Last Call Last Holiday Meet the New Boss Out With the Old

GIRLS/BOYS/MEN/LADIES A Most Holy Man About a Boy Bad Boys Girl Next Door Girl With the Dungeons & Dragons Tattoo Girls Girls Girls Hook Man Inside Man Ladies Drink Free LARP and the Real Girl Man Who Knew Too Much Man Who Would Be King Mans Best Friend with Benefits Repo Man Slice Girls

GODS & MONSTERS Atomic Monsters Good God Yall Hammer of the Gods How to Win Friends and Influence Monster Remember the Titans

GOING SOMEWHERE? Appointment in Samarra Beyond the Mat Carry On Dark Side of the Moon Don't Go in the Woods Exile on Main Street Frontierland Heroes’ Journey Hollywood Babylon Into the Mystic Lebanon Long Distance Call Mystery Spot No Exit Our Little World Phantom Traveller Point of No Return Road Kill Road Trip Sin City Stranger in a Strange Land

GOOD/BAD Bad Day at Black Rock Bad Place Bad Seed Born Under a Bad Sign Damaged Goods Good Intentions Let the Good Times Roll

HEART Angel Heart Heart Heartache My Heart Will Go On

HEAVEN & HELL All Dogs Go to Heaven All Hell Breaks Loose (Part 1 and 2) Heaven Can’t Wait Hell’s Angel Holy Terror I’m No Angel King of the Damned Raising Hell Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell Stairway to Heaven

HELLO/GOODBYE Hello Cruel World Goodbye Stranger

HOUSE & HOME Hell House Home Houses of the Holy Safe House

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD Don’t You Forget About Me Galaxy Brain Just My Imagination Memory Remains Peace of Mind Wishful Thinking

LATIN/OTHER LANGUAGE Hunteri Heroici Jus in Bello Malleus Maleficarum Reichenbach

MOVIE TITLES/REFERENCES Back to the Future Blade Runners Born Again Identity Hunter Games I Know What You Did Last Summer Real Ghostbusters Taxi Driver The Usual Suspects There’s No Place Like Home Tombstone You Can’t Handle the Truth

NAME A Little Slice of Kevin Alex Annie Alexis Ann Are You There God It’s Me Dean Winchester Ask Jeeves Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox Criss Angel is a Douchebag Curious Case of Dean Winchester Dog Dean Afternoon Don’t Call Me Shurley It’s the Great Pumpkin Sam Winchester Jack in the Box Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets Party On Garth Patience Sam Interrupted Shut Up Dr Phil Simon Says There’s Something about Mary Thin Lizzie We Need to Talk About Kevin Weekend at Bobby’s

NATIONALITIES American Nightmare British Invasion French Mistake

NIGHT Game Night Night Shifter Nightmare Nightmare Logic Nightshifter

NUMBERS 99 Problems Hibbing 911 Magnificent Seven Mannequin 3: the Reckoning Route 666 Season 7 Time For a Wedding The One You’ve Been Waiting For The Third Man Two and a Half Men Two Minutes to Midnight

PAIRS Alpha and Omega Form and Void Freaks and Geeks Gods and Monsters Heaven and Hell Lost and Found Prophet and Loss Scorpion and the Frog Sex and Violence Torn and Frayed Trial and Error

RELATIVES Brother’s Keeper Mamma Mia Mommy Dearest Mother’s Little Helper O Brother Where Art Thou Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven Rising Son Wayward Sisters What’s Up Tiger Mommy

SAYINGS/EXPRESSIONS Abandon All Hope And Then There Were None Fallen Idols Jump the Shark Keep Calm and Carry On Mint Condition No Rest for the Wicked Of Grave Importance On the Head of a Pin Rock and a Hard Place Southern Comfort Survival of the Fittest

SINGLE WORD #thinman Absence Asylum Baby Breakdown Bugs Byzantium Captives Croatoan Despair Faith Funeralia Ghostfacers Hunted LOTUS Metamorphosis Nihilism Ouroboros Pilot Plush Provenance Roadkill Sacrifice Salvation Scarecrow Shadow Skin Unity Wendigo

SONG Executioner’s Song Song Remains the Same Swan Song

SONG TITLES All Along the Watchtower Dream a Little Dream of Me Folsom Prison Blues I Think I’m Gonna Like it Here Like a Virgin Paper Moon Stuck in the Middle With You

SUPERNATURAL A Very Supernatural Christmas Scoobynatural

TEETH Bitten Citizen Fang Sharp Teeth

THE Benders Big Empty Chitters End Foundry Future Gamblers Great Escapist Mentalists Prisoner Purge Raid Rapture Rupture Scar Spear Trap Vessel Werther Project

THING/SOMETHING Something Wicked The Thing The Things They Carried The Things We Left Behind

TIME As Time Goes By Golden Time Time After Time Time After Time After Time Time is on My Side

TV After School Special Changing Channels Clip Show

UN Unfinished Business Unforgiven Unhuman Nature

WHO/WHAT/WHEN What Is and What Should Never Be When the Levee Breaks Who We Are

YOU & ME Drag Me Away From You Free to Be You and Me

Some obviously qualify for more than one category, so I just picked one 🤷‍♀️

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #spn fam #spn family #supernatural family #spn fandom

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Will Turner Is Not Smart: At World’s End Edition

The final installment of this series, because the subsequent films do not count!

Previous discussion of Will’s unhinged decision making in Curse of the Black Pearl is here, and a record of his clownery in Dead Man’s Chest is here.

Will Turner in At World's End is just… wow. He is trying so hard to be smart, and failing spectacularly at it. I was going to say that he should have figured out by now that Elizabeth is the brains of their relationship, but honestly, Elizabeth makes some very poor decisions in this film as well. Let’s get into it, shall we?

Prologue: Believing the Pearl can beat the Dutchman

As with Dead Man’s Chest, the set-up for Will’s worst decisions in At World’s End originates in the previous film. In this case, it’s his bizarre conviction that he needs the Black Pearl in order to rescue his father, which he appears to have decided based solely on the fact that the Pearl is fast enough to outrun the Dutchman.

As stated previously, this makes no sense. The Pearl managing to outrun the Dutchman does not mean that the Pearl would win in a fight, even without taking into account that the Dutchman is a ghost ship captained by a supernatural entity who can only be killed in one very specific way. If Will had managed to take the Pearl and used it to catch up with the Dutchman without first obtaining Davy Jones’s heart, Jones would have just killed him.

Blunder 1: Not talking to his fiancee

There’s a time skip between the second and third films. We’re not sure exactly how much time has passed, or how our main characters manage to get to Singapore, but based on the speed of travel at the time, I think it’s safe to say that between three and six months have passed since the end of the second film.

During this time, Elizabeth is distant with Will, because she is hiding the fact that she doomed Jack to the kraken so that everyone else could escape. Will, meanwhile, is distant with Elizabeth because he saw her kissing Jack during said treachery, and therefore decided that the reason Elizabeth is being so distant must be because she actually loved Jack, and she’s in mourning until they can get him back.

Three to six months is a very long time to go without meaningfully speaking to your fiancee. Elizabeth shares the blame on this one, but it’s unfathomable to me that they went this long without having a conversation about this. If these two morons had sat down and discussed their feelings with each other for fifteen minutes, then Will would never have doubted Elizabeth’s love for him, and Elizabeth could have sensibly pointed out to Will that his plan to save his father didn’t make a lick of sense.

Instead, the two of them moped all the way to Singapore, and everyone suffered. How Barbossa tolerated this, I have no idea.

Blunder 2: Bargaining with Sao Feng

It’s cute that Will thinks he can plot and backstab with people who’ve been pirating for decades and still come out on top. While there are parts of Will and Sao Feng’s interactions that are open to interpretation, I get the sense that Will has betrayed their mission to Sao Feng before Barbossa and Elizabeth even arrive at the bathhouse.

Sao Feng makes this comment:

It seems the only way a pirate can turn a profit anymore… is by betraying other pirates.

He then glances meaningfully at Will, and the expression is more conspiratorial than condemning. I can’t decide if this means that Will turned himself in—I can’t think of any good reason why he would, since they do genuinely need the navigational charts to rescue Jack and the Pearl, but Will does plenty of things without good reason, so I’m not ruling it out—or if Will was genuinely captured during his attempted theft and made what efforts he could to salvage the situation.

Regardless, it doesn’t sound like the first time they’ve discussed the topic when they are later taking cover from the East India Trading Company’s assault:

Sao Feng: It's an odd coincidence, isn't it? The East India Trading Company finds me the day you show up in Singapore. Will: It is coincidence only. If you want to make a deal with Beckett, you need what I offer. Sao Feng: You cross Barbossa. You are willing to cross Jack Sparrow. Why should I expect any better? Will: I need the Black Pearl to free my father. You're helping me to get it.

Sao Feng asks a good question here, and Will lays out his motivations quite plainly. What he fails to do is consider the same question in the reverse: if Sao Feng is willing to cross Jack Sparrow and Barbossa to make a deal with Beckett, then why would he not betray Will, too?

He has no reason not to, and so that’s exactly what he does. And Will has the gall to be surprised.

The result is that Will ends up locked in the Pearl’s brig while Elizabeth turns herself over to Sao Feng in exchange for freedom for the Pearl and her crew.

Clever by accident: Leading Beckett to Shipwreck

Will escapes the Pearl’s brig and leaves a trail of corpses tied to barrels in the Pearl’s wake so as to lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove. It isn’t clear at this point exactly what his plan is, beyond potentially bargaining with Beckett for his father’s freedom and Elizabeth’s safety.

This ends up being sort of clever, but mostly due to the fact that Will is now in a position for Jack to use him as a chess piece in his quest to draw in Beckett, the Dutchman, and Jones’s heart, thus allowing him to kill Jones and simultaneously clear his debt and achieve immortality. As Beckett later comments, Jack is the grand architect of the coming conflict, and Will is merely a tool to achieving his ends. Thus, accidentally clever.

Clever on purpose: Nudging Calypso in the right direction

It’s not clear from what we see in the film whether Calypso was aware that Jones was the one who told the Brethren Court how to bind her.

The fond way she greeted Davy Jones when he visited her in the Pearl’s brig makes me think she didn’t. She probably suspected it, but didn’t want to believe it. I imagine very few in the world would have possessed the knowledge of how to bind her, and that information may well have been something Calypso told Jones as a gift of sorts, to demonstrate how much she loved and trusted him. It’s easy to see how she would have preferred to focus her anger on the Brethren Court, rather than acknowledge that the man she loved could have betrayed her like that.

She was certainly gearing up to kill the Brethren Court upon being released from her mortal bonds, as evidenced both by her conversation with Jones in the brig, and a deleted scene with Barbossa where she encourages him to turn the Pearl’s cannons on the Brethren Court and force them to release her. It was actually very clever of Will to remind/inform Calypso of just who was responsible for her imprisonment in the first place.

Good job, Will. You managed to do something clever.

Blunder 3: Stabbing Davy Jones

Will, Will, Will… why? Why???

Did you forget he doesn’t have a heart? Y’know, the titular point of the last movie? What did you think was gonna happen when you stabbed him, hmm?

Your surprise about this is what got you stabbed, and landed you in charge of the Dutchman instead of Jack. I get that you were trying to draw him away from Elizabeth, but still. You’re a competent swordsman. You could have saved Elizabeth without getting stabbed if only you hadn’t inexplicably forgotten that Jones can only be killed by stabbing his heart, which is very much not in his chest.

Oh, well. At least, with Will's heart in Elizabeth’s hands, she can be assured that her fool of a husband can no longer get himself killed from his own poor decision-making.

#potc meta #potc #pirates of the caribbean #at world's end #potc awe #will turner

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The Road So Far - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Winchester!Reader

Warnings: Slight crossover with Supernatural, part of my unfinished crossover series starting in Childs Play 3 where the reader is a Winchester sibling and has a personality resemblance with Gabriel. This oneshot includes a discussion on Chucky's bizzare journey through the lenses of the supernatural lore.

Summary: Andy revisits with you how far Chucky has come and your perspective introduces plenty of new concerns for him. From the exponential escalation in the vision of the doll's plans you inspire him a question he had never asked to himself before.

Is a Chucky that keeps coming back to life no matter what actually worse or better than one accepting his place in hell ?

Tags: @losersclubisms ( i'm posting this for you. I wouldn't have dared to do it if it wasn't for your excitement when i told you about it)

It was often believed that hunter’s first case could remain with them forever, referring to the role of personal revenge and obsession possibly marking the path of their careers. Andy Barclay could be a poster boy for that slogan, but he could also be the joke of the community. Even among insane people chasing monsters he would be an outcast, underestimated as heavily as his nemesis was. It was unbelievable that the killer doll could keep coming back, what in the philosophy of hunting had to be a failure of the man in charge of keeping him down. At the eyes of the others Andy would be assumed to be terrible at hunting because a possessed toy kept escaping him no matter how many times he would get to kill him. For obvious reasons he avoided all sorts of networking for the job. Isolated and obsessed is how he preferred to do his thing,

At least in that, he was a bit like your father and you hated letting Freud win. The sweet boy you once met in the military school, your first infatuation, had at least some sense of normality he wanted to reclaim for himself. The man he had become was a complete mess lost to the lifestyle: he lived in a cabin armed to the teeth, and had mastered several methods of torture. He was a freak, too threatening for the normals but not enough for the hunters, and you were insanely attracted to him. Even since you reconnected the realization kept hitting harder the more time you spent with him.

The little redhead bastard did his magic creating a situation so chaotic and unsustainable that Andy had to finally accept help.

“ So,what’s the fucker’s game now? If you ask me, this erratic shit seems to point in so many directions.” You were theorizing out loud with him. “ Multiple dolls and now human possession happening simultaneously ? He is expanding and we have no idea of how many branches he has opened already. Did you get any public statements from the Chucky.Inc headquarters? “

The way in which you referred to the Chucky head showed you haven’t lost your touch over the years.

“ Nothing, apart from some loud, nice screaming.”

The sinister comment got him an approbation smirk from you.

“ I’m gonna have to make you an indecent proposal.” Was your playful reply. “ You, me. A weekend in New Orleans to learn some new tricks and get back in the game. What do you say? I know of your no magic assistance policy, but you can’t continue like this. How many times are you going to fight spellwork with knives and bullets? Even the most close minded hunters go alternative from time to time. I’m not the witch of the family, that’s Sam, but the little I know I have learned from him.”

He got lost at some point of your rambling because he couldn’t believe what he sensed in your tone. Not because he couldn't expect it from you, but due to the context in which it emerged.

“ Are you hitting on me right here and now? In the middle of this? ”

The response he obtained was even more provocative.

“ That depends … Are you up for it?

He groaned with frustration, wondering why he bothered to call you.

“ Andy, my dear. It’s so cute when I can still sense the naive boy deep inside of you.“ You mocked him sweetly. “ Hunters can do both, doing the research is a code for you know what …”

“ I may be a bit behind in your cultural slang, but I’m definitely not naive. “ He rapidly replicated. “ I need you focused, Winchester, so stop the tease.”

The subtle evocation to the old times made you chuckle.

“ Sure, general! We are going to war. The problem is … With what kind of weaponry? I can’t just get holy water, buy a pack of flour and hope for the best while the little menace keeps upgrading the mojo. We are completely unprepared, so we also need to update the methods.”

“ We can’t, there is no time. “ He insisted. “ Each moment we spend preparing means more bodies he would be dumping.”

There was no easy way to explain what you just had to tell him. He had a very micro approach of the problem, struggling to see the bigger picture, and over the course of your life the pile of crap following your last name had already forced you to adopt a macro view.

“ I hate to say this because I know I sound like a senseless bitch, but there is so much more at risk if the cult keeps growing. I’m talking of an invasion of clones. Your little overlooked problem can become a worldwide threat if it begins to spread like a disease. Chucky could become the Alpha for a new brand of monsters, so I really need a plan more sustainable than bullets and an industrial fan this time.”

At least then he could tell you were completely focused, but it was enough to alarm him even more than he already was.

“ You mean Chucky as the father of an entire race?” Andy summarized in an ask. “ There would be vampires, werewolves and Chuckies? Is that what you mean? Why don’t we start with the bassics before you make me freak out? What do you know about soul splitting?”

A delicate topic you unfortunately know very much about.

“ I know what happens when you lose your soul, I have seen the full process from very close and I can tell you it’s no game. What truly makes you be yourself is not there anymore, or at least part of it seems gone. Chucky is a heartless prick, so I guess the most shocking aspect of soulessness wouldn’t do much on him, but it could still affect his personality. We can imagine that the more he splits, the more of himself he loses and there will be a point where there would be nothing left. The vessels would not be clones anymore reflecting this lack of original substance and this is when a herd could start becoming a race.”

“ You have to be fucking kidding me! ” He cursed out loud. “ How screwed could we be by now? “

Your attempt to comfort him with some hipotetical positivity wasn't as good as you judged it.

“ It could be worse, he could have faced his fate and embraced hell like he embraced the doll body. He would eventually become a demon and he would not need any chants to make the posessions. "

The comment was delivered so cassually, but the effect those words had in him were a groundbreaking discovery. So simple, yet never considered.

If Chucky would die once and for all, he would go to hell but even from down there he could still keep causing damage to the living.

" So, one way or another he still gets to possesss people.Even if the doll would be gone forever."

It was a door you never should have opened.

" Well, demons can be killed but you have to count with the ríght weapons. The bright side is that the demonification process can take a long while in hell and currently most low rank demons are bureaucrats answering to a central power. Chucky would hate it, he can't follow orders. He wants to be obbeyed …."

You stopped yourself at the edge of your conclussion for an even darker realization.

" He would destabilize hell untill getting crowned king. " Andy finished it for you. " If he wouldn't be wasting time up here, as a demon he could have made it to the top of their hierarchy. "

" He is persistent, insane, power hungry and patient enough for me to see it happening " You confessed ríght away. " It took centuries for Crowley, but i don't know how long it would take him. Chucky has proven to evolve at a considerably high speed. It only took him a few decades to become a latent massive threat."

He didn't know how to feel. Was his eternal struggle a protective sacrifice? Was he doomed to a lifetime of keeping Chucky distracted so he wouldn't find out there were bigger, cosmic scale evil goals he could achieve by accepting death?

" Should we comfort ourselves with that? Does he need to keep coming back to life as a doll so he wouldn't realize he has the potentiality to destroy the universe or something?"

" It's more complex than that, he would fuck up cosmic balance with his self centered revenge based rulling style and make life miserable for many many living and dead beings. " You carefully explained. " For example: the base of my family's survival for a long time has been sick pacts to keep each other alive because we are hipocrites. If Chucky rules, he owns our asses. He could also coronate his victory taking you as vessel, although at least I gotta say your body would look very nice in one of those kingpin suits. "

You exceeded the límits, accidentally forgetting that he had never gone through that and still reasonably feared it.

" I'll never let that happen to you, ok? " You reassured him, subtly moving to hold his hand. " Not by demon Chucky or regular Chucky. I'm actually proud you have made it so far intact and we are going to keep it that way. You know what? Since Kyle is on this too, I can call my brothers for backup and make it a full family thing."

It was kind of sweet, but the idea intimidated him.

" Your celebrity status, expert brothers? No thanks. It would be embarrasing. "

" Don't worry, I feel insecure arround your normal sister so I think we are on the same page. "

The confession surprised him and you found yourselves giving reassuring advice to each other. It felt nice, specially when you trapped him in a tender hug showing genuine affection.

#chucky #supernatural #andy barclay #alex vincent #andy barclay x reader #andy barclay x winchester reader

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supernatural s10e9 the things we left behind (w. andrew dabb)

all right so i think this is the one i knew was lurking ahead of us, again thought there'd be more mark-related buildup before we got here

deleted a rambling paragraph about thinking the show is out of ideas, yet another troubled teen

he never laughs like this, reminds me of the scene when sam gets glitterbombed by the clowns in s7e14 also written by dabb (and loflin) (i included a clip of that scene because it was so cute). sam's always so confused/concerned when dean's laughing that much (but i mean it rarely happens on screen so i'm concerned too this time around)

but i'm glad he relaxed and enjoyed it too. and that dean was so into the grilled cheese sam made for him. but like, could they find a more uncomfortable place to sit to chill and watch tv? maybe on the cold concrete dungeon floor next time? were the men of letters anti-couch?

how many plotlines are we gonna jam in. dean and sam's business, claire and cas, rowena and crowley

claire novak / big little lies - kathryn newton as abigail carlson

she's so pretty and i like the styling they did for her

CLAIRE You’ve changed. The Castiel I met? He was crappy. Like super stuck-up and a dick and you just wanted to punch him in his stupid angel face. CASTIEL I don’t think I was THAT bad. CLAIRE You totally were. And now you’re just … I don’t know. Nicer. And kind of a doof. No offense.

no lies detected

DEAN Cas, listen to me. There’s some stuff you just got to let go. Okay? The people you let down, the ones you can’t save … You got to forget about them. For your own good. CASTIEL Is that what you do? DEAN That’s the opposite of what I do. But I ain’t exactly a role model.

mhm

working the wet kitten heart eyes overtime

DEAN Cas, I need you to promise me something. CASTIEL Of course. DEAN If I do go dark side, you got to take me out. CASTIEL What do you mean? DEAN Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin’ sun, whatever. And don’t let Sam get in the way, because he’ll try. I can’t go down that road again, man. I can’t be that thing again.

don't like it

didn't we do creeper dad with orphans in a house schtick already? god what even was that episode about. ugh. was that paige? whatever her actual name was. okay, yes, krissy. s8e18 my post where i mentioned cult vibes. (i searched for cult in my blog. no dice. so damned frustrating because i link to my shit all the time and i know the words i used and it doesn't even help. rrrgh tumblr pLEASE fucking fix this)

is the mark making dean extra hungry?

DEAN Whoa, hey, Miley Cyrus. Settle. CLAIRE Eat me, Hasselhoff.

ooh (fully justified) burn

the exact last thing dean needs to hear

i dunno, man. yeah, the whole business with angels swooping in and taking how many people away from their families? a very valid problem that they just ignored basically. so now we're gonna have a big moral reckoning over it via this kid? just feels. forced

ruth connell (rowena) is listed at 5'2" but she seems smaller than that. maybe it's these full length nearly hobble skirts they have her in

mark sheppard just seems to bring out the best in everyone, quite compelling scene here between crowley and rowena (esp considering i'm hard pressed to care). and well, a character likely just as wily as he is, good match to play around with

CASTIEL I thought I could make it up to her. SAM I don’t think you can. I mean, Jimmy was her father, and to some people, that’s … that’s everything, you know? CASTIEL No, I don’t. I never knew my father. He was distant, to say the least. What about you? Did you love your father? DEAN With everything I had. SAM Yeah. Yeah. I mean, it wasn’t always easy, but yeah. DEAN I mean, look. John Winchester’s not going to win any “Number One Dad” awards, you know? But you know… damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him.

right, you know i have major beef with john over the child neglect. i can't let it go. like, he was there when you needed him? when exactly? like all those times canonically we saw you calling him and he didn't show up? dean's dying in the hospital? (nevermind the not being there for their childhood that we see onscreen) i just. no :p

DEAN Somehow, we convince him to let us go. So, we all go. We all, you know, see all the sights, and uh, ride the subway, eat too much pizza. The whole nine. Well, by about midnight, Sam and Dad are zonked, and I figure… Screw it. I’m going to CBGB.

love sam's face listening to dean's story. i don't think we've had a long stories like this before? it's cute. like jackles and padalecki telling a story at con :p

CASTIEL I know. It’s where The Ramones and Blondie got their start. DEAN Right. SAM Wow. Anyways, he was WAY underage at the time.

DEAN Then this girls walks up and she says “Hey, why don’t you come over and sit down with me and my friends at our table?” All right! SAM Yeah, and they get him drunk. First time. DEAN But not fun drunk. I’m not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I’m going to puke … forever.

dad saved him from being roofied? i don't see how else that could be understood. fucking weird.

DEAN Yeah, and you know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around and he looked at me and he said, “Son, you don’t like me? That’s fine. It’s not my job to be liked.” SAM “It’s my job to raise you right.”

Y'ALL. i had to cover my mouth and if my kids weren't sleeping i would have screamed. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. whew

per usual i could do without the attempted rape.

SAM Tell me you had to do this. DEAN I didn’t … I didn’t mean to. SAM No. Tell me it was them or you!

well, there it is. i truly don't know where we go from here

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x09 #andrew dabb #claire novak #john winchester #kathryn newton #big little lies #hiky #spnhiky #wtf am i even doing

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You Lost It. Well, We Lost It.

Prompt: You lost it. Well, we lost it.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

It’s not that Dean doesn’t like that Cas chose to become human and go hunting with them. As a matter of fact, he loves it, perhaps a bit too much, all things considered, but that’s not the point right now.

“You lost it.”

When Cas just gives him an unimpressed stare, he adds, “Well, we lost it.”

And that is not a good thing when the it in question is a basilisk who can kill people by looking them in the eye, and they’re in the middle of a small town in Western Kentucky. Maybe if they had Sam, this would be easier, but they can’t use him to cover more ground because he had to go help out another hunter a state over.

“Alright. What do we know of basilisks? An egg a cock laid, having been hatched by a toad…” he mumbles to himself.

“In the most famous story, it was at the bottom of a well” Cas supplies.

Dean nods. “Alright then… old houses it is. Don’t think a moder storm drain would be something they go for.”

And so, off they go.

“This is a little bit more complicated than I hoped it would be” Dean mumbles as he tries to see if there is anything down the well of the abandoned house using a small mirror. Should’ve gone for a big hand held one but they sadly seem to have gone out of style. “Hey Cas, could you hold unto me? I think I could get a better look then…”

When he raises his head, Cas has tilted his own and is studying him.

And then, he blushes and looks away.

“Come on, Cas, it doesn’t matter” he insists even as he can feel his own heart drop just a little as he recalls that Cas hasn’t really touched him since he came to stay with them. “No one is going to see us”.

Finally, he nods and reaches to hug Dean from behind. He tells himself not to enjoy this and leans down… “There it is!” He exclaims but before he can do anything Cas has pulled him back sharply.

“What the hell, man?” he complains.

“You were just going to try and get it.”

“Of course. That’s why we’re here” he snaps.

“Dean, it could kill you with one look…”

“Which is why we have to deal with it!”

Cas seems to want to object, but when he sees Dean’s face, he doesn’t say anything which is probably for the best.

“Alright. Here’s the plan. I only take one weak flashlight, so I can’t properly look it right in the eyes. What do you say?”

Cas simply looks at him again and eventually nods.

Mostly because they have no choice, but hey, one has to take the wins one can get.

Turns out, the thing is fast, which is probably why they lost it in the first place.

“Come one” Dean mutters, trying to grab it again –

“Dean?”

“All peachy down here, Cas.”

“I could come down as well –“

“Don’t think both of us would fit.”

In truth, they probably would, but close proximity to Cas is not what he needs right now, not when Cas clearly doesn’t want –

The basilisk hisses at him and he grabs its tail. “Hah! Got you. Cas, do you have the bag?”

He lets it down and Dean makes sure the basilisk is well and truly zipped up. “Good. Off we go.”

“Alright, thanks Garth.” He hangs up. “Garth knows someone running a magical zoo… We can drop the basilisk off there.”

“Good” Cas replies and then they are silent for a few moments before Dean decides to ask because –

Well –

The truth is he is tired of pretending that he feels nothing for Cas, and part of him – part of him that sounds annoyingly like Sam – thinks that he deserves to know, and if Cas wants to leave afterwards, he will be a big boy and handle it, although he’ll probably be torn a new one by his brother.

“Hey, Cas. I didn’t insult you or anything when I asked you to grab me back there, did I?”

Cas looks at him, his eyes wide. “I – no – why should you –“ he eventually stammers.

“Just thought – well – you didn’t seem stoked, that’s all” Dean shrugs and decides to grab a beer from the fridge.

Only to almost drop his bottle when Cas says unexpectedly, “The problem is the opposite.”

“Huh?” He rights himself and stares at him. “You’ll have to explain that one –“

“I –“ Cas swallows then seems to come to a decision as he announces, “The trouble was that I was “stoked”, as you say, to be able to hold you, not the other way around.”

Dean blinks. Takes a few moments to understand. Then, his heart beating wildly, he holds out his hand and says, “Well, we should do something about that, then…”

Cas stares at his hand for a few extremely long seconds before taking it, but Dean has the feeling all the waiting will be worth it.

#fictober23 #my writings #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel

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dreaminlittlenightmares · 2 years

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Writing Prompt! The Thin Man, Lady, and a third character of your choosing have to pull off a heist at a casino to steal a dangerous magical artifact.

I still can’t believe you guys enjoy reading these shorts. Somehow, this one ended up being 1700 words >A>;

Title: Three Supernatural Beings Walk Into a Casino... Word Count: 1703 Characters: the Lady, the Thin Man, the North Wind CW: Mild Language Use

"Tell me again why we're doing this," the Thin Man sighed tiredly, standing arm-in-arm with the Lady outside a lively casino.

"Because I want the Obelisk Mirror, and it's being showcased here," the Lady said, "And you're the person to go if someone needs an alibi."

"Dearest, you literally hate mirrors," the Thin Man replied, "Why are we risking our lives trying to get this thing?"

"Why indeed~?"

The Thin Man and the Lady jumped and turned around. The North Wind was hovering behind them, grinning with their multiple, crisscrossing smiles. "Hello, peasants. What brings you to this part of the world?"

"U-Uh, date!" the Thin Man lied quickly.

"Date!" the Lady followed.

"Date night! It's date night for us. Totally spend quality time at a casino...because we can."

"Yup!"

The North Wind's smiles grew wider. "You're both terrible liars." They darted behind the pair and hooked their long, black arms around both necks. "I hear everything. So, tell me. What brings you two here?"

"If you hear every thing, North, then you already know." The Lady peeled the wind entity's arms away from her. "I want the Obelisk Mirror and it's being held here. I'm going to take it."

The North Wind's smiles died instantly. "The Obelisk Mirror? THE Obelisk Mirror?"

"Yes," the Lady answered stubbornly, "I want it."

"Why!?" North Wind asked with fear in their voice, "That object is cursed. Not even the Man from the Mirror deals with that thing. I, the King from the Skies, Master of Malice and Despair, wouldn't dare bother with that thing."

"And that's the exact reason why I want it," the Lady smiled, "If you and Mirror Man can't handle it, I must have it!"

"Dumb witch..."

"Love," the Thin Man spoke up, "If the two guys that kick our asses are saying that this mirror is super bad, maybe we should just leave it alone." He added a shy, pleading smile at the end, but it didn't win him any sympathy.

"Wuss." The Lady turned away and crossed her arms.

"Listen to your unnecessarily tall boy-mate," the North Wind pleaded, "That thing should have been destroyed ages ago. It's beyond evil."

"And you're a coward." The Lady turned to face the two of them. "How about a bet, North? If I die trying to get this mirror, you get the Maw. And Thin-" She looked at the Thin Man. "If I die, it's your fault."

"What!? How would this my fault?" The Thin Man frowned.

"This girl is a witch," the North Wind hissed, "See how she manipulates us into doing her bidding? She's going to get you killed, or worse."

The Thin Man hung his head. "Yeah, but this is what I signed up for." He shook his head "Fine. I'll help, I guess. Prefer not to live without you anyways."

The Lady smiled, then turned to the wind entity. "You're both stupid," the North Wind huffed, "but fine. For the Maw's power. What's the plan?"

"Thin Man distracts, you help him distract, and I sneak away and steal the mirror." The Lady's plan was very simple; and with the three of them, easy to achieve. The Thin Man and the North Wind looked at each other and shrugged, conceding rather than asking for specifics. The trio walked into the casino to start the heist.

"What kind of distraction do you want?" the Thin Man asked in hushed tone. But, before he could get an idea, someone from the crowd pointed at him and shouted his name. The Thin Man froze on the spot from it.

"Good luck!" the Lady whispered, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "North, try not to kill anyone." And with that, she vanished from sight.

"How about a wager, Broadcaster?" North Wind gently caressed the Thin Man's shoulders from behind. "Let's see which one of us can cause a bigger distraction."

"Wut?" Before the Thin Man could react, the wind entity floated forward, smiling sinisterly.

"Scream..."

Meanwhile, the Lady moved swiftly, weaving in-between the crowds like water in a stream. She reached the mirror in a matter of seconds, since it was on display for everyone to see. It was small enough to fit in her hand, antique and rectangular. The only thing that kept it away from behind accidentally knock off its pedestal was some flimsy red rope around the perimeter. The mirror's security was bold, but the Lady gave it its credit. All she had to do was wait for the opportunity to steal it.

And not a moment too soon. The screaming started. The Lady glanced over her shoulder at the choir of cries at came from the entrance. It was loud enough to hear from her post and it grew louder, like everyone in the casino was affected by the terror. The security moved away from the mirror and towards the front. Now was her chance.

The Lady moved her hands around, back and forth and back and forth, to conjure up a ball of black magic. When it was formed, she pulled her hands apart to stretch the ball out. Next, she stuck her hands in ball. Underneath the mirror's shadow, the Lady's hands took shape. The shadow hands reached for the mirror and pulled it down into the shadows. The Lady took out her hands and quickly tucked them into her sleeves. Her trick was a complicated way of simply taking the prized mirror, but at least she didn't set off any alarms.

The Lady hurried off back to the front of the casino. It was windy and littered with bodies. The North Wind was hanging high in the air laughing menacingly. "Such lovely music! Scream for me!!"

The Lady found the Thin Man taking cover by a Craps table. "Thin!" She hushed over to her and tugged at his shoulder.

The Thin Man looked at her with widen eyes. "Never leave me alone with this thing ever again!" he yelled over the howling wind.

"Understood. Let's go!" She helped him to his feet, then turned to the wind monster. "North! We're going!"

The North Wind heard the call and stopped their wind storm. They flew out the mangled doors, and both the Lady and the Thin Man soon followed. When they were a good distance away from the ruined casino, they stopped to rest.

"I said make a distraction," the Lady berated, "Not destroy everything!"

North Wind shrugged their wide, feathery shoulders. The Thin Man rolled his eyes. "Well, that was the idea. But murder fan here went overboard with it."

"You two don't know art should it hit you in the face." The North Wind leaned in closer to the Lady. "Now, did you get that cursed object?" The Lady pulled out the Obelisk Mirror from her sleeves. "Good. Destroy it."

"Okay, look," the Thin Man said, "I'm all for destroying apparently dangerous magical things, but what exactly does this thing do?"

The North Wind glanced at the Thin Man, then to the Lady. "You don't know? I refuse to believe that you didn't research this artifact before stealing it."

"All I know is that Mirror Man has no power in it," the Lady said, "I must know why."

The North Wind slapped their hand into the face. "Humans...Give me the damned thing. I'll show you." The Lady was reluctant to part with her prize. "You want to know why the Mirror King and I avoid this thing, give it to me." The Lady looked for reassurance from her tall counterpart. When the Thin Man gave her a quick nod, she handed it over.

North Wind placed it on the ground and whispered a confused incantation to the Obelisk Mirror. They flew back swiftly and covered their ears. A young girl's voice spoke from the mirror, though her answer didn't make sense. It was high pitched and squeaky. Both the Lady and the Thin Man flinched in pain from the noise, collapsing to their knees in agony. The wind entity reveled in their pain, but they didn't want the piercing girl's voice to continue. They picked up the nearest trash can lid and placed it over the Obelisk Mirror. Silence soon came.

"Eons ago," the North Wind started, "A wizard wanted answers from the Mirror Realm. The spell worked, but it was done wrong. Whoever asks a question into the mirror will get the answer, if you can hear it. The girl, I'm assuming, speaks in such a painful tone, you'll probably go mad from listening to it. Since this heinous thing was corrupted by magic, the Mirror Lord has no idea where the girl is in his realm. Why do you think we all hate magic, you wretched girl?"

The Thin Man tenderly picked at his ears. "Okay, so how do we destroy it?"

"We're not destroying it!" the Lady objected, "I-"

"No." The Thin Man cut her off.

"But-"

"No." The Thin Man pointed a finger at her. "Dearest, I know you power hungry and/or crave knowledge, but no. I know crazy and I don't need you to go crazy." He gave her a sympathetic look. "Please.."

The Lady glared at him, then at the North Wind. "You both suck."

"A man with reason," the North Wind mused. They picked up the trash lid and cut the air with edge of their hand. The mirror was sliced in two from the wind. "Done, which honestly should have been done ages ago." The North Wind sneered at the Lady. "Magic was banished from this world for a good reason. We actually tolerate you because you use it responsible. Don't be so unwise next time." And with that threat, the wind monster floated up, up, and away.

The Lady knelt down and picked up one of the mirror halves. "I could have used this."

"Dearest, if you want to play with mirrors, I'll take you to a Fun House." The Thin Man flashed her a cocky smile, while she growled at him.

"Oh, fuck you." The Lady stood up and tossed the mirror half away. "Let's go. We're done here." She stormed off is annoyed disappointment. The Thin Man followed her quietly.

"I'm just saying..."

#little nightmares #the Lady #the Thin Man #the North Wind #dream granted #short dapples

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knowltonsrangers · 2 years

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ideal location [ch.3]

Nathan Hale x F!Reader

The walk back to your car was quiet, as your mind warbled on the subject of just how you were going to explain anything about the twenty-first century to this guy.

The American Revolution ended 238 years ago. Is it suddenly top-secret information that the Patriots did win? Because then, he can’t go back to the past knowing this information, and—

“Do you live far from here, y/n?”

In one swift motion, all with his voice, you’re pulled back to reality as you smile up at him gently, bobbing your head yes.

“Just about fifteen minutes down the road. Shouldn’t be a long…drive…”

Your sentence falters as you approach the parking lot, catching the confused look Nathan throws you once more. It appears that you’ll have to explain what a car is, too.

“Did you imagine this is what the future would look like?”

It’s hard to not laugh at his reaction to your old, beat up Honda Civic. It’s primitive to anything that’s on the market these days, and half the time your windows don’t work and you can’t take right turns too sharply, but it still runs.

Good enough, at least to yourself.

But he seems so completely clueless, completely genuine in the fact he’s absolutely enticed and shocked by the way he stares at your sedan.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever had the time to imagine a future America. So focused on the war…”

Now his sentence trails, and you can’t fight it as your smile drops into a frown.

“You’re starting to make me believe you haven’t just hurt your head,”

Scratching your cheek, you fish your keys out of your bag and go to unlock the driver door.

“If there’s any way I could I assure you, convince you—do let me know. Please believe me, this is just as strange to me as well.”

“What if we’re both dreaming,”

You laugh dryly, going to get in the car before you notice he hasn’t moved from the front of the car.

Right.

Rounding the car, you tug on the passenger handle and gesture him inside.

“That’d be a real shame, if it were the truth.”

Nathan says, quirking brow at your gesture.

“Co-pilot seats all yours, buddy.”

He makes a noise of concern, but slides into the passenger seat all the same.

The drive back to your apartment was full of chatter, per mostly on your end. Trying to convince him that if there was a way that he ended up here, surely there was some supernatural way to send him back.

Nathan had asked at some point your thoughts on the matter, and in another attempt of reassurance, you mentioned that he must have jumped time at some point.

As if saying that aloud made any logical sense was beyond you.

“Tell me,”

After arriving home, and helping him out of the car, you begin the walk up to your floor.

“Am I still even in New York?”

“Close, but not quite. Ooh, we should add that to the board tomorrow.”

“And you live here, y/n?”

His accent is charming, and it’s easy to get lost in his blue eyes every time you look up. But there’s no time to catch feelings for a man who doesn’t even know what an toaster is.

“Yeah, I have for a bit, nothing fancy,”

You unlock the front door with a frown, feeling like not a very good host all of the sudden when you realize the sleeping situation.

“Unfortunately, couch is gonna have to be yours for tonight, until I can get to storage tomorrow.”

Throwing your bag on the floor by the couch, you watch as he closes the door over behind him, staring at your foyer in awe.

“I guess this must all be very overwhelming.”

Humming, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what was running through that pretty little head of his.

Then, as you turn to go into the kitchen, a mug you left to dry on the rack catches your eye.

Dudes from 1776 had to like tea, right? They threw a bunch in the Boston harbor…

“I apologize for my ignorance. But I must agree, I haven’t quite found the words yet to even begin my questions.”

Nathan follows you into the kitchen, watching as you shuffle through your cabinets, finally landing on the top one above your stove.

“May I?”

You’re standing on the tips of your toes, trying to reach a red box on the very top shelf. How it ever got shoved up there, is a question for another day.

Nathan moves to stand where you previously were, and grabs the box with an impressive amount of ease.

He laughs breathlessly as his eyes roam over the box, handing it over to you with mirth in his eyes.

“Is that some sort of stereotype? Am I being rude?”

You quickly ask, feeling the heat crawl to your cheeks as you glance down at the box.

“No, no. That is actually very kind of you, thank you.”

The smile he sends you has your heart beating wildly in your chest, a full-blown blush across your entire face.

“Sorry, I only have raspberry tea. Is that alright?”

“Sure, sounds lovely to me.”

He hasn’t dropped that smile, and stands in your small kitchen with his arms tucked behind his back, straight as a ruler.

You start on the tea, adding some water to the kettle as you grab two mix-matched mugs off the rack.

“Are those clothes comfortable?”

You catch his gaze over your shoulder, smiling a bit as he keeps gazing happily around your apartment.

“Hm? Oh, they’re alright.”

“I may have some sweatshirts and sweats I’ve stolen from my ex. They’ll probably be alright for sleep, yeah?”

“Your ex?”

The most intriguing part of the sentence comes at the middle, so he’s decided.

Surprisingly, he joins you at the stove, standing just close enough that you smell the smoke and dirt scent that must’ve clung to his clothes.

“Yeah, they suck. If the compensation I get from all that emotional damage is a few hoodies and some old joggers, then at least I get something.”

“Sounds like they were not kind to you. I apologize.”

He sounds…dejected almost, and you’re quick to wave off his apology.

“Don’t be silly! It was almost a year ago. All is well now, been doing much better. But thanks Nate, that’s nice of you.”

“Your array of nick-names is quite vast and we’ve only known each other a few hours,”

It’s a sentence that’s full of amusement, to which you think back.

“Yeah? Which one do you like the best? Captain, or Buddy? What about Nate?”

“I don’t think I can recall much from my past right now, so I couldn’t say if I have a strong feeling towards any in particular,”

He starts, but is quick to finish with:

“But I do enjoy Nate, especially from you, y/n.”

Is he…is he flirting? Is this 18th century…? What do they call it—

“Okay, well, Nate it is.”

When you turn to hand him the steeping mug of tea, he’s begun to shuck off his brown wool coat, the white undershirt and vest beneath does remind you of those pictures in history textbooks. The ones you used to read in history classes, the ones about colonial America.

The thought flies right out of your head as you nod towards the chair in the kitchen.

“You can throw that there.”

“Thank you,”

He does so, then turns to take the mug from you, hands briefly brushing in the exchange.

“Part of me wonders if you’re this kind to strangers all the time,”

“Nah, just ones that fell out of the time stream. Don’t feel special,”

You hoped your sarcasm caught on, and you were pleasantly surprised to hear that it had.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Never.”

There’s a look in his eyes, playful, but still very much worried, and you can’t help but assure him once more.

“Hey, Nate?”

You catch his eyes, and lock them into an honest staring contest.

“Yes, y/n?”

“I know I said it earlier, but, I really am going to find a way to get you home. I promise it. Until then, this is home, okay? Don’t forget that you’re not alone in this, not at all.”

You can tell it eases something, his ridged shoulders twitching in a way that relaxes themselves automatically.

Something else wells in his azure eyes, and you can’t quite catch it before he blinks quickly and smile’s graciously.

“I can tell you have a good heart, y/n,”

It’s soft, gently spoken as he places his mug on the counter.

“I don’t think I could have met a kinder person to begin this journey with. Thank you. Somehow I’ll make it up to you.”

You wave your hands dismissively urging him that there was no need.

“Not necessary. There’s only one goal, and that’s to get you home.”

[a/n: hi! longer chapter this time!! trying to build up some kind of storyline :) ly all xoxo 😘]

#sul writes #nathan hale #nathan hale x reader #ideal location #female reader #nathan hale headcanons #turn amc #turn washington's spies

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malfoysqueen54 · 2 years

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Starting Requests

I have never done a request before so I try to generate everything for this page. I hope, you guys can be patient if you do know about or do requests I may forget a few things. I prefer smut and/or angst. I am not the greatest at fluff fair warning but I will try if you have an idea.

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“ let go of me. ”

“ you’re gonna have to make me. ”

“ please don’t do this. ”

“ don’t make me do this. ”

“ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ”

“ don’t you dare. ”

“ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ”

“ i can’t do this. ”

“ i won’t let you do this. ”

“ i’m not gonna let that happen. ”

“ go! get out of here! run! ”

“ i’m not what you think i am. ”

“ don’t get in my way. ”

“ revenge won’t bring peace for you. ”

“ you always knew this would happen, didn’t you? ”

“ what’s going on in that head of yours? ”

“ you do not turn against your family. ”

“ i will kill you if i have to. ”

“ we need you. ”

“ it’s okay. i got this. ”

“ you were chosen for a reason. ”

“ get up. ”

“ it’s too late. ”

“ you can’t do this. ”

“ i thought i might find you here. ”

“ you’ve never had to fight me. ”

“ it’s over. ”

“ it’s over. we won/lost. ”

“ it’s over. you lost. ”

“ you can’t protect any of them. ”

“ stay here! ”

“ give me your hand. ”

“ i can’t help you. ”

“ you can’t help me! ”

“ i can’t do this anymore… ”

“ i can’t do this alone… “

“ i can’t do this without you. “

“ nothing is worth losing you. “

“ i can’t lose you! not again! “

“ i don’t wanna lose you! “

“ i love you… “

“ i never should’ve dragged you into this. “

“ you’re not alone, [NAME]… you never were. “

“ if something happened to you… that would be because of me. and i can’t have that. “

“ …did you know about this? “

“ this is all my fault… “

“ i/we/you lost… “

“ you won’t win. “

“ this path you’re on… it’s gonna get you killed. you know that, though; don’t you? “

“ i can’t stop. “

“ you would tell me if something was wrong. wouldn’t you? “

“ it’s like you’re not really here; even when you are. “

“ don’t you get it?! if anything happens to you, i… i don’t know what i’d do! “

“ you have no idea how important you are to me, and i’m tired of waiting for you to figure it out, and i sure as hell won’t wait to announce it over your reckless ass’ grave! “

“ no! i’m not leaving without you! “

“ i can’t do this anymore… “

“ you don’t even know me. “

“ what have you done?! “

“ you’re shaking… “

“ i’ve… made some mistakes. “

“ you are nothing to me. “

“ you were never nothing to me… “

“ stop it. enough of this self-sacrificing bullshit! stop acting like you have nobody who loves you! you have me! so no! you don’t get to be a martyr. not today! we can figure out a different plan… “

“ i would’ve done anything for you… “

“ i’d risk everything and anything for you. “

“ i’m not a good person. “

“ please don’t look at me like that… “

“ i believed in you! “

“ we can’t lose… “

“ what?! what am i supposed to do?! please! tell me, what the hell am i supposed to do?! “

“ please, just go… i’m not the kind of person anyone needs to be around right now. “

“ what happened to you? huh? what happened to you to make you this way? “

“ they’re coming for you. right? that’s why you’re pushing me away like an idiot? because you don’t want me getting hurt? “

“ nothing’s going to be as good as it was before. “

“ you lied to me! “

“ i didn’t mean for any of this to happen! “

“ i can’t trust you anymore… “

“ i know it’s selfish. god knows, ever since we met, i’ve been the reason behind every threat and danger that’s come your way. but… i honestly can’t say that i’d change a second of it. “

“ it’s been an honour knowing you. “

“ there’s nobody else i can turn to. only you. “

“ i don’t trust anybody else. not the way i trust you. “

“ we have no choice… “

“ why?! why are you helping me?! “

“ it’s too late. there’s nothing more we can do… “

“ please don’t go… don’t leave me. “

“ you are everything to me. okay? EVERYTHING. i can’t lose you… “

“ you deserve better than this… better than me… “

“ i thought i could give you a better life. instead, i’m the reason it’s gotten worse… i’m so sorry. “

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( we love angst on this blog, what can we say. here’s some more dialogue prompts for you. a warning for potentially triggering themes below. )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

I might add more prompts if this is successful. If you guys want more.

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40 years of rule was of Chaudhry Ranjit Sainsu Jatt and not a Sikh rule ... 40 years of rule was of Chaudhry Ranjit Sainsu Jatt and not a Sikh rule of the most clever Khatris. https://youtu.be/ZxAUsg1EyK0 Holy Gospel of our SUPERNATURAL FATHER of our supernatural “souls” Elohim, Allah, ParBrahm, etc., delivered by the first Anointed Christ, which in my native language Punjabi, we call Satguru Jesus of the highest living God Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc. that dwells within His most beautiful living Temple of God created by the greatest artist demiurge Potter, the lord of the visible Nature Yahweh, Brahma, Khudah, etc. and it is called Harmandir or “Emmanuel” if you are not “greedy” according to Saint Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Christ = Satguru Rajinder:- SATT PURAKH JINN JANAEYA; SATGURU TISS KAA NAO. One who knows the very Source of His Word, He is a Christ = Satguru. JATT RULE OF 40 YEARS BY CHAUDHRY RANJIT SAINSI JATT AND NOT A SIKH RULE OF THE CLEVER KHATRIS. It was a Jatt Raj and not Sikh of the Satanic Khatris against the 40 Mukttae. His real name was Chaudhry Ranjit Sainsi Jatt, Maharajah of the Punjab. Our forefathers had no Singh in their names but the Khatris added Singh in our names and then collected Tithe on a large scale. About Khatris, a Saying is very popular. "PUTT JAMANN KHATRIANIAN KOEE KOEE BAHMNIYA". They are so clever and greedy called “KRARR” that 22 imposter Satgurus opened their Shops in Baba Bakallae where the Last of the Six Satgurus Satguru Tegh Bahadur Ji was to appear. For detailed knowledge, visit my YouTube Channel One God One Faith. My email is [email protected], and I am here to exchange views on Skype. There are a few Honest Khatris, but they can't raise their voices. CHITTVITT REHEO THAGORE; NANAK PHAANSI GALL PARRI. SINGH IS THE SURNAME OF THE KHALSAS. The 5 were beheaded on the stage. Then, the head of one was sown with the Torso of the other. They were revived with Bani Nector. They had no house to go to but lived in the Jungles and fought for righteousness. Lala Madho Dass was a Sodhi Khatri, a Munnmukh of the order of Prithvi Chand Sodhi Khatri. He created a mountain of stupid people whilst the TATT Khalsa left his company. He became a married person and sought secular rule on earth that belongs to the tribal people instead of the spiritual rule of Philanthropy, PAR UPKAAR that wins the hearts of the people, purely spiritual. He was a very clever person and managed to get Sachae Patshah Gobind Singh Ji attacked by two stupid Pathans. A Munnmukh person never harms anyone himself but arranges someone ELSE to do the job; DOOSRAE DAE MODHHAE TAE BANDHOOK CHALANA. Punjabi - Unless you are a Hindu, you cannot be a Sikh, Khalsa or Nirmalla Sant but Malaish Khalsas led by Thhagoo Sant. https://youtu.be/eL-JbUSjHhI LATTON KAE BHOOTT BATTON SAE NAHI MANTTAE. SEND THIS POSTER TO YOUR FRIENDS/RELATIVES. PAGRRI SANBHAAL JATTA https://youtu.be/gSwPvK3B4rg CHAUDHRY CHHOTU RAM OHLYAN JATT KO YAAD KRO AGGAR AAP NAE SIYASATT MAE KAMYAAB HONA HAE. http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Pagrri.htm Punjabi - Taliban - Al-Djmar Al-Aksa is best defeated by the tribal sons of Man and not by the guns. https://youtu.be/1dDW3SapKWE Youtube video in Punjabi:- https://youtu.be/QJLnbgoMMkM http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Chhotu.pdf Playlist for our Jatt Unity:- https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0C8AFaJhsWwfWhnrV1UKKbBJNCbYjqI3 AWALL ALLAH NOOR OPAYIA; KUDRATT DAE SABHH BANDAE. NOOR ALLAH DAA KUDRATT KHUDAE DI. Get a musician who could sing the Slok of Bhagat Kabir Ji and explain it as he sings. Let the Film studios produce films of this singer. Be sons of your tribal father "Jatt" and not the super bastard Hindu, Sikh or Muslim Qom as these Lalas did form soon after the death of our Jatt Qom Pillar Ch Chhotu Ram Ohlyan; the three Lalas; Lala Gandhi, a Bania, Lala Tara Singh Malhotra Khatri and Lala Mohd. Ali Jinnah, a Babla Bhatia and we killed each other fanatically. DON’T KILL EACH OTHER IN THE INDO-PAK WARS. THREE LALAS; LALA GANDHI, A BANIA, LALA TARA SINGH MALHOTRA KHATRI AND LALA MOHD. ALI JINNAH, A BABLA BHATIA IN COLLUSION WITH THE DIRTY-HEARTED BRITISH TRADERS DIVIDED OUR COUNTRY. WE JATTS ARE WELL KNOWN FOR STUPIDITY - MOORAKHHTAEE:- http://www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Riots.htm JATT HAMAARI QOM HAE AUR KIRSAANI HAMAARAH AAM PAISHA HAE. MAE BRAHMIN VARN KAA KAAM KR RAHA HON. BRAHMIN VARN HAE; KOM NAHI – BAHMN KEH KEH JAAT MATT KHOYE. KIRSAAN KOEE BHI BANN SKTA HAE PAR JATT JATT BAAP KAE TUKHUM, BIND, BEEJ, ETC., SAE PAIDAH HOTA HAE. JATT DI SATT NAAL JATT QOM DA ADMI PAEDAH HONDA HAE. MAA KISSI BHI QOM KI HO PAR BAETA DAEH SHIVA VAR MOHAE – SONS OF MAN, AADMI DAE PUTTRO, LET US FIGHT AGAINST THE SONS OF VERY POWERFUL MAZZHBI “JANOONI” SATAN AL-DJMAR AL-AKSA – QOM HINDU, SIKH AND ..... https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0C8AFaJhsWwYKeFSCQNc6dOGm92fk4A4 We need a singer to sing this song in honour of our Pillar Ch. Chhotu Ram Ohlyan Jatt www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/ikchor.pdf Our Ch. Navjot Sidhu Qom Jatt by replacing his Jatt Qom with Sikh Qom

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Week in Review

04/14/2024 – 04/20/2024

Sunday

Week 10 of missing Cipher Academy

Woah, another new character in Girl Meets Rock…I’m a little trepidatious but let’s see how it goes… Always appreciate more Machiavellian Rin, though.

I didn’t have a lot of time for manga today, but I read the new Unluck Undead chapter because I wanted to see the popularity poll results. Like a lot of fans, I was surprised to see Tatiana up so high, but I’m soooo happy to see Feng at third. Then the chapter itself went and reminded me that oh yeah he’s kind of a complete asshole at times… But it seems like Nico giving him a talking to was enough to change his mindset a little. I’m excited to see how this tag team shiritori match goes, especially with Feng already being able to target the pieces of Language’s soul embedded in her creations. (Also how did he braid his hair so fast…I really would’ve liked to just see ponytail Feng or hair down Feng…)

Monday

Oshi no Ko fine. Sometimes the insertion of comedy to soften dramatic blows gets a little grating.

Dandandan good, this mangaka’s creature designs are always some of my favorites, and this one is no exception. It seems like we’re going through the regular cycle of a kid being overtaken by supernatural powers before incorporating those powers into their own fighting style and joining the team, though, and I’m really hoping this is the last. I don’t know how much more I can take before Dandadan feels like it’s really just spinning its wheels.

Magilumiere fine. It appears we’ve been flung into the endgame all of a sudden.

Chainsaw Man fine. We got some fun banter between Quanxi and the others, at least.

Watched through the rest of the Glow Up season and it was generally uneventful (I skipped the Metaverse episode because LMAOOOO fuck that dumb shit). The drag episode was my favourite, as it felt like they were having a lot of fun being self-referential and irreverent (bringing back the model from the infamous I Like To Watch video was an inspired choice). Roo’s look for Cheddar was really breathtaking, too. Other than that, I’m just glad that the person I was rooting for won.

Finally continued my Undead Unluck reread and it’s so good… The best part about Loop 101 for me is how every arc feels like a completely different genre. Fuuko and Void’s boxing match was so hype, Fuuko defeating Sean and his switchblade with ease was such a nice full circle moment, the Buroja War arc was fantastic in terms of character development across the board (gay of Billy to find Tella by the scent of his conditioner though), and the Phil arc was fun, but I mostly loved it for all the Sean/Gina moments it provided.

Tuesday

Agh

Wednesday

Aghhhhhh

Thursday

I can’t believe I missed DunMesh Thursday but I was truly knocked out after rushing work once again. But I did have time to read the latest chapter of Yuria-sensei no Akai Ito – it seems like learning about her dad’s affair and coming to understand her sister’s perspective is what’s going to push Yuria to chase her own wants, which I think she rightfully deserves at this point.

Friday

I’m not gonna lie I got some insanely bad news today so I’ve just been lying in bed depressed out of my mind

Saturday

Undead Unluck reread made me feel better…especially since the Tenraisai arc is so fun and funny. The exploration of the familial bond between Feng and Shen is so cute and touching…and that being the crux to Shen winning their bout was absolutely perfect. One thought I did have while rereading was realizing how…Feng has kind of overtaken Shen as my favourite character… 101 Shen just doesn’t have the tragedy-tinged unhinged energy of 100 Shen that I loved so much, and meanwhile Feng has just grown more and more likeable while still being a battle freak… And he’s even funnier in the subsequent high school arc, which was super wholesome and fun as a whole. (But wow, Chikara’s parents deciding to time travel with Chikara at the end kind of fucked me up, because for all their relatives know, they just disappeared for 16 years…). I decided to stop reading here since I’m pretty much caught up, and I’ve just fallen more in love with Undead Unluck now that I can actually remember more than 50% of the plot. At this point I might raise its score from a 9 to a 10 (I had docked it points for being so heterosexual and having so many fridged relatives, but now I’m just enamoured by the story’s heart and compassion), but I’ll save that thought for when the series ends.

DunMesh Saturday…with a side of spicy ramen and cheese rice cakes to soothe my depressed soul…it was a fun episode…seeing the groups collide and the new social dynamics forming was fun…the first next episode should be fun too…

#week in review #2024

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