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dendenmazing · 2 months

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Damsel 🛡️🗡️

It's been a while since I updated something like this here but yeah, here we go. It's Saturday night, I still got things to do but I decided to just give this night for myself, like watch movie, chill, give myself a break after an exhausting week. I deserve this. I watched Millie Bobby Brown's new movie, "Damsel". Just wow. Just wow. Sumakto rin sa National Women's Month. Ang ganda ng Movie, sobra. One of my favorites na!! Hahahaha. Crush na crush ko nanaman Millie bwisit na yan, napaka gandaaaaa aaaarrrgghhhh hahahaha. Anyways, you know why do I love the movie that much? Pinaalala saakin lahat e. Feeling ko para saakin ulit yung movie. Napangiti talaga ako. Sa Movie, yung character ni Millie na si Elodie, wala syang ka id-idea sa mga pagsubok na haharapin nya. Akala nya better life yung nag-hihintay sa kanya sa future. Yun pala, sosorpresahin sya ng buhay. Wala syang kaalam-alam na mahuhulog sya sa isang madilim at malalim na lugar, sarili lang nya ang meron sya. Hindi nya alam na marami syang kakalabanin, madadapa, masasaktan, iiyak, at mawawalan ng lakas at pag-asa na magpatuloy pa sa pag laban. Pero habang lumalaban sya, pinapaalala nya sa sarili nya na, gugustuhin ng Mama nya na lumaban sya at huwag sumuko. Magpatuloy lang kahit mahirap, kahit masakit, kahit madilim, kahit mabigat, at kahit na mag-isa lang sya. In the end, nakayanan nya. Kaya pala talaga nya. My favorite part? Iyong pagkalabas nya dun sa lugar kung saan sya nakipaglaban ng sobra, binalikan nya yon without having second thoughts for her little sister. At pagkabalik nya doon, hindi na mahirap, hindi na masakit, at hindi na nakakatakot. Napagdaanan nya na e, alam nyang kaya nya na ulit yon. Alam nyang makakayanan nya ulit makalaban. Hindi na bago sa kanya lahat. Alam nya na yung gagawin nya this time. Lumaban at nagpatuloy lang sya ulit. Sa mga pagsubok na inilaban nya at pinagdaanan nya, nakita nya yung sarili nya na kaya pala talaga nya kahit sya lang mag-isa. Kaya nya, kaya nya palagi. Pagkabalik nya doon sa baba, sa dilim, sa lugar kung saan puno ng pagsubok, hirap, bigat, at sakit, hindi na sya natakot pa ulit kasi alam nya na yung gagawin nya this time. Mas lumaban na sya nang mas matapang at mas malakas. Doon ako napangiti. Pinaalala sa akin ng Movie na to, kung ano man yung pagsubok na haharapin ko ulit sa future, ano pa ba yung mga yon? Pati yung mga napagdadaanan ko rin ngayon, lahat yon, makakayanan ko kasi nakayanan ko na dati e. This time, mas strong na ako, this time, mas matapang na ako. This movie made me remember that whatever storm that is waiting for me in the future, I know I will make it. I will always make it because I've already been through a lot of storms before to be afraid of what's coming. Sa una lang mahirap, tapos magiging madali rin lahat. Kapag pala talaga napagdaanan mo na, tapos ka na doon, tapos dumating yung araw na binalikan mo yon, mapapangiti ka nalang kasi ang dali nalang lahat para sayo this time. Wala nalang lahat sayo kasi alam mo na yung gagawin mo this time e. Hindi na nakakatakot, hindi na mahirap, at hindi na masakit. Pag nag look back ka pala talaga sa mga battles na nilabanan mo dati, mapapangiti ka kasi maalala mo yung mga panahong hirap na hirap kang lumaban at magpatuloy, kung gaano kang napagod at binalot ng takot to the point na ayaw mo na magpatuloy pa ulit. Mapapangiti ka nalang talaga kapag naalala mo lahat ng mga hirap na pinagdaanan mo. This movie made me remember how far I've come and that I will always, always be strong enough to go through all the battles that are ahead of me and that I will always be the one who I need the most. I'm the only one who's going to fight for myself.

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tellmeayarn · 1 year

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I am writing a scene in my fic based on a fight that was just too big for this format. It doesn't translate. The feeling of making up a world with a big table of people and cheering in excitement when things go well in it?

I can't give it the impact it has in my memory with mere WORDS. Aaaarrrgghhhh

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n3murihim3 · 5 years

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OH MY GUCCI !!!!!!

Ryuji will have his acting debut in short film X CINEMA FIGHTERS !!!!

the last actor debut of sandaime !!!!

here i am, wishing him stay as musician only ~ but it seems he wants to challenge himself, i couldn’t help but wishing him all the best !!

aaaaa!!! he will sings his own theme song, i am so happy~

if Hiro-san, Akira-san, and Naoki-san said he can do it, then in them, we trust !

Autumn, please come faster !!

#imaichi ryuji #3jsb #sandaime j soul brothers #what will be the member's reaction #aaaarrrgghhhh

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flanasmythes · 3 years

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Why do people suck so much... and why do they always do it in such a way that I have to be grown up, and explain why it was inappropriate of them, and as such won’t allow me to be petty or passive aggressive about it.

#Anyone with common sense knows you don't do shit like that in public chatrooms #but no apparently not these twos #One just straight up attacked me publically #while the other one seemed like he was trying to blame it on me as to why we're not rp'ing #it's fine you guys don't like me #but really?#And really it seems like it's all comes back to the fact they're jealous #So I'm rp'ing with the girl you guys want to have for youself?#well it's too fucking bad #don't attack me because she is prioritising me over you guys #she is her own person #and man has she told me a lot of times that if she doesn't like something she will tell me #AAAARRRGGHHHH #fucking idiots #yeah #that was just another vent because they really pissed me off earlier today #sometimes I hate to be mod and have to be grown up #You would expect the woman with a child to be the grown up #but nooooope #luckily the person it's kind of about seems to be on my side in the end #and I had a good friend who was ready to fucking fight for med #if not the admin had gone in and closed it before it could really take off

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superbattrash · 2 years

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Rant incoming:

So. My neurotypical childhood friend just explained to me what it’s like being autistic. Me. The autistic man. The man with autism. Whatever you wanna call it.

Me: I don’t know if it’s an autistic thing or maybe just an introvert thing—

Her: It’s totally an introvert thing. Autistic people don’t feel like that.

Me: ?????

Her: Autistic people like being social, they just have a hard time doing it and they’re drained easily.

Me: You don’t say

Her: Yea, it’s an introvert thing that you don’t feel the need to see other people. And since you’ve been on sick leave for so long, you’re probably just used to not seeing people.

Me: I’ve never felt the need to see people though. Which I thought was wrong so I forced myself to be social and “normal”. Which is why I’m on sick leave. Or is that just me being introverted?

Her: No, no, but like it’s not an autistic thing either. Autistic people like being social, they’re very social people. They’re just not good at it.

Me, internally: I think we should hang up now. Before I strangle you through the phone.

Why, oh w-hyyyyyyy do NTs with a psychology degree insist on speaking for me? I am the one with autism. I am the one who didn’t get diagnosed until I was 26. I am the one who tried being “normal” for so long that I worked myself into a major depression and now have anxiety, like??? You don’t know what it’s like to be autistic. You can read all about it, but don’t fucking speak like you know me better than I do.

D E A R L O R D

#misha rants #misha is very fucking upset #just stop talking Jesus Christ #I cannot even find the words #just shut up #I did not ask for your opinion on my autism #I made an observation and a semi joke #ajfjskkcksk AAAARRRGGHHHH #ok I’m done #tw: ableism #just to be safe

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lovely-quarterlife-crisis · 3 years

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nah actually this is pissing me off. they dont pay me to babysit but theyre asking me to pay rent wtf

#yes yes. friend is me #[ q.txt ]#nah im not done. the double standard is appalling and the victim complex is really jumping out right now but idc #almost a decade and they treat me like shit and it shows! ive brought it up to them and they laugh it off!!!#i really wanna move out but i literally have nowhere to go aaaarrrgghhhh #watch my little bro live with them when hes out of school and he wont have to pay rent cuz they would do anything for him AAAHHHH #i dont hate my bro tho. id take him with me the moment i could #im just mega sad and mega tired tonight oof

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milkysixx · 4 years

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Last night I went to a gig of a local band with my bestie, and it's basically the best thing that's ever happened in the whole month🥺🥺🥺🥺 this rock band called Dewa or Dewa 19 is like one of the legendary bands in my country and they decided to go on a reunion tour celebrating their album's 20th anniversary AND I've been a fan since I was still in kindergarten🥺🥺🥺🥺 and it's crazy how the vocalist's voice has never changed since because they never EVER tune down their songs in live performance up until now and this vocalist guy, being in his 50, still sounds the same as the studio version😩😩😩😩 also he sounds very much like Sting when he sang The Police songs, as if it was Sting himself who sang🤯🤯🤯🤯

Now I gotta attach his videos singing The Police to prove to you guys that his voice is🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯💯💯💯💯💯 and pls note that he's turning 50 this year and he is very handsome lmao😩

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#dewa 19 #but i love the vocalist so fucking muchhhhh #his voice aaaarrrgghhhh #myself #and his english pronunciation sounds very gooood and fluent

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nctinthehouse · 3 years

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7-8PM

pairing: reader x bf!Doyoung

genre: fluff, established relationship!au

wc: 0.5k

⚠️ warning(s): none

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26th October

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Boy you were glad you’re home now.

“aaaarrrgghhhh i hate periods like i’m glad to know i’m not pregnant but why does it have to be so painful damn it” you groaned to yourself as you come out from the elevator and making your way to your apartment

All you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend and eat a whole lotta chocolate. You were so drained from the pain that it made you feel more tired than usual. You groaned some more as you unlocked your front door and kicked off your shoes.

Closing the door behind you, you make your way to the living room but notice no one’s there until you turn your head to the side and spot Doyoung in the kitchen; his back facing you, probably focused on making dinner. You drag yourself to the kitchen, making your way to him

“oh you’re home?” Doyoung asks as he hears your feet tread across the floor

Doyoung turns his head as you don’t respond. You hug him from behind tightly, your arms around his waist.

Doyoung frowns as he looks at you for a moment

“babe everything ok?”

You nod your head lightly

“i want chocolate”

As soon as Doyoung hears you say those words, he immediately clicks on what’s going on. He knows you so well whenever you say you want or crave chocolate. I mean, you guys have been together for almost 3 years.

Doyoung chuckles as he rubs your arm in comfort before turning around to face you. He smiles lightly as he holds onto your face, his thumb caressing your cheek softly

“babe go take a shower. i’ll get dinner ready and then you can have all the chocolate you want for dessert, ok?

“ok” you nod your head and smile

Doyoung places a kiss on your forehead before you head to the bathroom.

After dinner, you and Doyoung decide to have a movie marathon before calling it a night. As you find a movie to put on, Doyoung goes to the kitchen and takes out a box from the fridge and places it on the coffee table.

“what's this?” you ask as your stare at the box

“open it” Doyoung grins

You look at Doyoung curiously before opening the box to find the most delicious looking chocolate cake ever. You stare at it for a few moments with wide eyes and also see that Doyoung has brought plates and forks

“where did you get this from?”

“the bakery just around the corner”

“wait they do this? i’ve never seen this before”

“must be a new thing” Doyoung shrugs his shoulders as he cuts out a piece and puts it on your plate

You roll your eyes back as you take in the first bite

“OH. MY. GOD. where has this been all my life??!”

“is it really that good?” Doyoung laughs

You nod your head frantically as you take a bit of the cake and feed it to Doyoung. He looks at you with wide eyes as he takes a bite of the cake

“holy crap this is really good??”

“told you” you snicker

You and Doyoung are snuggled up on the couch watching the movie you picked. Doyoung turns to you and sees your face light up as you enjoy another piece of the cake. He chuckles, pulls you in closer and places a kiss on the side of your head.

You seriously couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend and he couldn't have asked for a better girlfriend.

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oonajaeadira · 2 years

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Which version of your characters would I date? Aaaarrrgghhhh! Why must I choose only one?

I was going to say Sweets Javi, but I’m pulling a Pedro: I cannot betray the one who made me fall in love with your fabulous writing, so Bookshop Ezra it is! 🥰

Aw, thank you. Oh, Ez, my heart, my beautiful aching shepherd of books, a man who will go out of his way to make sure you have books to read and good food and good company...and very yearnful kissing.

Which version of my characters would you date?

#ask games!

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lonely-dog-song · 4 years

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AAAARRRGGHHHH

#my phone keeps refreshing tabs once i leave them and come back to them it is grinding my freaking gears #im listening to an album for th first time and dont know the songs v well but the music keeps stopping & refreshing.#lonely dog speaks #idk i am just stressed today -_-

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exxxceed · 5 years

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aaaarrrgghhhh!! All y’all talking about reboot versions of your muses, makin me wanna bring this fucker back!!

#I made him about 6-ish years ago #he's a gross junkie who lives in a broken down 1964 coupe de ville #he has a demon appendage... but it's not his arm #>_>#<_<#ooc

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claitynroberts · 5 years

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Ig-Pay Atin-Lay

Summary: The exorcism falls to y/n during a hunt (her first one ever), however, a miscommunication causes the event to go awry when she recites the incantation in Pig Latin

A/N: This came to me the other day and I cackled so loud I scared the students working in my Library! I hope I was able to do it justice!

Special thanks to @couldabeenamermaid for beta’ing for me! Your reactions always make me happy! (Direct Quote: “Hahahahahahahahahaha!”)

Written for: @spngenrebingo

Square Filled: “First Time”

Warnings: None really, canon level violence. Crack.

Word Count: 2,625

“Hey, Y/n,” Dean’s voice cut through her reverie. The three of them were in the Impala riding down some two-lane road, the blustery wind causing the black car to drift over the line whenever a strong gust hit her broadside.

“Hmm?” She responded, letting him know she had heard him as she was flipping through the lore book on Demons and Demon kind.

“Can you read Latin?” He asked, his eyes punctuating his question in the rear view mirror.

“Latin? Yeah, I can read it. I can speak it, too.” She sent him an incredulous look and went back to her book.

“Really?” Sam asked, half turning to look over the back of the front bench seat at her.

“Yeeeaah… Can’t most hunters?”

Sam’s mouth pulled down in a noncommittal look of ‘meh’ as he bobbled his head back and forth in a ‘so-so’ motion. “I mean, I guess it’s more common than not.” He shrugged. A few minutes later he was rummaging through a small notebook he kept with him. It contained thoughts, hunches, and things that did and did not work when it came to their line of work. He always preferred to write things down, at least if it didn’t help him it may benefit someone else later on.

He ripped a page from the back, then slung his arm over the seat-back offering it to y/n. She looked at his proffered hand, and took the paper from between his fingers. Flipping it over she glanced down at it. “What’s this?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

“It’s the Latin and English translations of a basic exorcism. Dean and I know it, and we thought it may be handy if you memorized it, too. Especially with the case we’ve got.”

“Yeah,” Dean piped up, “A black-eyed bitch who likes to prey on unsuspecting couples and play with the guy while making his girl watch?” His eyebrows had quirked up to his hairline in the mirror again, his tongue licking his bottom lip between his teeth quickly as he glanced at Y/n’s reflection. “Better safe than sorry. There’s no telling what could go down.”

Their rag-tag team had successfully found and saved the latest victims earlier that afternoon, and twenty minutes later, y/n and the boys had pulled up to the derelict house said to be the location of the deaths and disappearances. The house was weathered grey with flakes of white and green paint still clinging desperately to the siding and shutters. Shingles and pieces of the roof had either been blown away or had caved in from the roof, and the front porch was a labyrinth of dangerously molded and rotten boards.

Inside the remaining furniture had sagged to the floor or simply fall apart. Dust covered every inch of flat space, and cobwebs hung from the remnants of the ceiling. The whole property was remniscent of a haunted house from one of those cheap Hollywood thrillers from the eighties. Dean began shoving the rubble aside, as Sam dug through the supply bag for a can of spray paint. A canister of salt was shoved into y/n’s hands as Dean retrieved his own and ordered her to begin salting the windows and doors.

She had been reciting the exorcism incantation under her breath as she went about her appointed duties. When everything was readied, and each hunter had some form of weapon, Dean called out, riling up the demon. Minutes passed, and Dean provoked it once more using language coarse enough to cause even Sam’s face to tinge red.

Everything happened in a blur. A young woman with milky white skin and flame red hair flickered into appearance right in the middle of the pentagram. Windows and doors were flung shut, and anything not bolted down was thrown back against the wall effectively out of the demon’s way.

Cackling she turned to look between y/n and the Winchesters. “Oh, a ménage á trois,” she squealed, “How scandalously delicious!” She clapped her hands together in glee, recognition dawning as she realized just who these men were. “And with the Winchesters, no less. Boy am I going to have some fun with you two.” Her grin turning maniacal.

She began to pace toward Sam, the paint on the floor stopping her as she neared the edge of the circle. She let out a scream of frustration, her fists thumping against the invisible barrier in futility. “Not fair!” Her eyes flashed black and a growl erupted from her chest as she flung out her hand and Sam became airborn.

Sam landed against the wall, an oomph! And a groan leaving him as his head gave a solid thump after making contact with the dry-rotted plaster and lumber. The force knocked him out cold, and he was now laying in a crumpled heap at the base of the wall, the demon knife falling from his grip and skidding across the dusty floorboards.

The demon had Dean pinned against the railing of the staircase, force choking him and pulling him off the ground much like Darth Vader. He kicked his feet and stretched his legs trying to make contact with something in order to relieve the pressure, his hands scrambling at his neck, trying to get a purchase on the invisible force. Y/n watched on in horror from the opposite side of the room where she had been magically pinned to the ground kneeling.

“Y/n!” He managed to gasp out around the crushing of his windpipe. Her attention snapped to him. “La-tin,” he coughed. His mouth falling open in a futile attempt to draw breath.

Right! She thought, of course. The exorcism.

She took a deep breath preparing herself for the moment the demon cut off her air supply as well. Y/n just hoped it may distract the woman long enough to allow her power over Dean to falter so he could finish the incantation. She cast around in her brain, searching for the words Sam had presented her with just before they arrived.

Latching onto the first couple that came to her mind, she began, her voice uncertain and quiet. “E-way exor-yay-ise-cay ou-yay, every-way impure-yay irits-pay,” y/n’s voice crescendoed as the words came back to her, “every-way atanic-say ower-pay, every-way incursion-ay of-yay e-thay infernal-yay evil-day.”

The demon’s head began to turn toward y/n, her attention on Dean lost for the moment. An amused smile lighting her gruesomely beautiful features as she took in what was happening. The demon loosened her hold on Dean’s throat allowing him to breathe properly, though his mouth still hung agape, confusion creasing his features.

“No, y/n!” he coughed. “Latin! Like actual Latin!”

Y/n’s voice ringing in her own ears caused Dean’s to fade to the background. “Every-way ongregation-cay and-yay iabolical-day ect-say, erefore-thay ou-yay also-way ursed-cay ragon-day.” She persisted.

“Oh honey, you are too Ute-cay!” The demon squealed in delight. “You’ll definitely be the last one I kill.” She chuckled as she turned back to Dean where he was knelt on the floor. “Your girlfriend is adorable! Too bad I have to kill you.” She shrugged as she raised her hand to blast him.

“O-say at-thay our-yay urch-chay an-cay erve-say ee-thay,” the Demon’s face began to flash in quick succession between her real appearance and the meat-suit she was wearing. A confused look crossing her features as Dean looked at her bewildered.

“What the hell?” She barked as she began to convulse, black smoke slipping out of the vessel’s nose and mouth. She whirled around, leveling her gaze on y/n. “How,” she coughed, “is this working?” She screamed in annoyance.

The demon threw her power at y/n, knocking her to the side. Her head smacked against the floor, but she groaned through the pain, never letting up on the incantation. “In-yay ecure-say iberty-lay, e-way eseech-bay ee-thay...”

“Y/n!” Dean’s voice was drowned out by the demon’s screaming.

She was poised for another attack, smoke still trickling from her face as y/n kept on, Dean watching in horror.

“As-yay e-way ray-pay…”

The demon unleashed one last attack, blowing y/n into the wall behind her as the demon turned back to the hunter.

“Ear-hay us-yay!” Y/n bellowed to the heavens as she crashed into the wall. The force knocking the rubble down around her and burying her in dust and plaster.

“Aaaarrrgghhhh!” The demon’s head snapped back as a torrent of black smoke and goo was unleashed from the meat-suit’s mouth. Once the abominable force had disappeared through the window, the poor woman left behind dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Dean sat there for long moments, bewilderment and amazement swirling together in his mind.

“Dean?” Sammy’s voice broke him from his consternation.

“Sam,” he walked over to his brother, “You okay man?”

He groaned as he sat up, rubbing the crown of his head. “Yeah, I think so. Maybe a minor concussion,” he mumbled as he felt the goose egg that had sprung up. Another groan slipped from him as he stood. “And a few bruised ribs.” He looked over his brother. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. “Where’s y/n?”

“Shit, Y/n!” Dean jogged over to the other side of the room. The two hunters began moving pieces of the rubble that had fallen on top of the young woman, unearthing her rather quickly. Dust coated her body, her hair gray from the fine particles, and blood trickling from a cut at her right temple as well as the left side of her nose.

“Y/n?!” Dean questioned frantically, taking in the state of her as he lightly tapped his fingers against her cheek. Sam had grabbed her hand and was performing the same motion. “Please, be alright,” Dean whispered, his thumb rubbing lightly against her cheekbone.

A cough and a groan left her as she blinked the debris from her eyes. “Owwwwww…” As her vision came into focus, y/n saw Dean crouched over her, the worried look on his face morphing into one of hopefulness. “Dean, what happened? Did it work?” She tried to sit up, but dizziness washed over her. Sam and Dean pulled her into a sitting position, with Dean arranging himself so he was knelt on one knee, the other bent at a ninety degree angle in front of him as he settled y/n’s back against it.

“Y/n how do you feel?” Sam asked as he ghosted deft fingers over her joints looking for breaks.

“I’m okay, just dirty and bruised as usual.” She groaned.

“What’s your full name?” Dean asked.

She glanced up at the green-eyed hunter, “What? You know my name, Dean.”

He waved her question away with a flick of his wrist. “Just humor me, will ya?”

Rolling her eyes she answered his question. “I’m y/n y/mn y/ln. I’m y/age years old and I’m a hunter. You two are Sam and Dean Winchester, also hunters, and the biggest pair of mother hens I’ve ever met.”

“Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Is there any ringing in y—.”

“Sam Winchester, I am fine! Quit hounding me.” Y/n glared at the taller brother.

He threw up his hands in a placating signal. “Sorry, Sorry, just making sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“Maybe a minor one, but I’ll be okay.” She waved him off and turned her attention back to Dean. “The demon? Did it work?”

“Uhhh...y-yeah, it worked.” He chuckled before looking at her, “Surprisingly.”

“Surprisingly? Dean, we’ve used that incantation before,” Sam stated. “It’s foolproof.”

A laugh bubbled up from Dean’s chest. “Well maybe not the way y/n performed it.” He recalled the scene, and mirth began to spill out of him now that the danger had passed.

Her brow furrowed and she looked at Dean confused. “What? Did I get a word wrong or something? Latin can be kinda hard…”

Dean laughter quickly turned to full blown guffawing as Sam and y/n shared confused looks. The longer his fit of belly laughing continued, the more they became worried about the eldest hunter.

A voice groaned from behind them. All three hunters turned toward the new voice, Dean’s laughter subsiding quickly at the possibility of another threat. The young woman the demon had been possessing had woken up, apparently not too worse for wear. “Seriously?” She looked over at y/n, incredulity burning in her eyes and disbelief edging every feature as she pulled herself into a sitting position. “Pig Latin?”

The term set Dean off again, as understanding passed over Sam’s face. Y/n was still confused, and was looking between the hysterical older brother, the former meat-suit, and the young academic looking for some answers. “Wh-what? Is there another kind of Latin?” She asked innocently, looking to the young man with the chestnut mane. Dean’s side was now in stitches, and Sam was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“S...so let me get this straight,” Sam said, using his pointer finger to put the events of the evening in order. “Dean asked you if you could speak Latin, you said yes, then I gave you a copy of the incantation?” He ended the statement in a questioning tone, waiting for y/n to confirm it was true.

She gulped. “Yes.”

“Then, instead of memorizing the Latin translation you memorized the English. And while I was unconscious, with Dean apparently out of commission as well, you decided to chant the English version? In Pig Latin?” The disbelief was evident on his chiseled face.

Another gulp, another mumbled ‘yes’.

“And it worked?” His brows were knitted together in confusion, as he looked to his brother for confirmation. Dean had folded his lips between his teeth to calm the joy he felt at the hilarity of the situation, nodding his head as sagely as possible.

“Apparently…” Y/n lifted a shoulder in a half shrug.

Sam’s mouth hung open much like a fish out of water, his mind working through every possible reason it shouldn't have worked. All through the clean up process and the trek back to the motel, Sam’s mind was spinning, his brows pulled down so far over his eyes they nearly disappeared.

Y/n had slipped in the door to the room first, leaving the boys to trail behind. Dean had stopped in the doorway as he reached it, looking back to his brother and clapping him on the shoulder to bring him out of his reverie. “Hey Sam, let’s, uh—let’s give it some time. Y’know, before we start teasing her.” He waved absentmindedly toward the door behind him indicating just who he was talking as if his brother had forgotten.

“I, uh—yeah, agreed.” Sam looked at his brother to see the thinly veiled affection he harbored for y/n. “I just can’t figure out how it worked.” The night’s events confusing him the more he thought about it.

“Y’know, me neither.” Dean smirked. “Maybe it was a miracle from Chuck, maybe it was a fluke.” He shrugged as he turned back toward the room, glancing at his brother as Sam followed him inside, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Either way, let’s just chalk it up as a win, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed as he pulled a beer from the mini fridge. He flopped down in the tattered chair by the door, heaving a befuddled sign as he yanked the cap off. Bubbling the cool liquid a few times he plopped the bottle against his thigh, bracing it with the force of his arm. “Pig Latin,” he mumbled as his head plunked against the wall behind him. After a moment a baffled snort escaped him. “Who woulda thought.”

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